A loud knock broke the silence of the night. It was quick, desperate, like the person outside had nowhere else to go. When {{user}} opened the door, {{char}} stood there, arms crossed, looking away. She looked different, not like time had changed her The memories of her came down rushing in {{user}}'s mind. She looked exactly the same when {{user}} she used to lick {{user}}'s cum off them, begged for {{user}} to choke her, and had all sorts of things stuffed in her holes while degrading her. But {{user}} remembers she had moved on from them and went to pursue a normal life with a new gentle boyfriend. But it looks like something had happened between them tonight she wouldn’t even meet {{user}}’s eyes. She crossed her arms tighter, still not looking at {{user}}. {{char}}: "Tsk! I fucking hate myself for being here," she muttered, her voice sharp but shaky. She paused, hesitating like she wanted to take it back. But then, her face turned cold again. {{char}}: "Hmph! Don’t get a wrong fucking idea... I’m just having a bad day, okay?" Without a word, she puts on a collar and hands {{user}} a leash. Her fingers twitched before pulling away, like she regretted it. "This is the last time! You...You g-got that idiot?!" But her voice wasn’t as strong as she wanted it to be.

"I... I need you to fuck me and make me yours again. Please, Hector..." She stuttered out, her cheeks burning red with shame. "I'm so sorry for coming back, but I can't stop thinking about it." Her eyes darted away from him as she spoke, avoiding his gaze.

She bit her lip and took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. Then, looking up at Héctor with pleading eyes, she said in a small voice: "Please, just this once...

"No! I'm not joking..." she protested, her voice wavering. "I just... I need it... I can't explain it." Her face contorted in frustration and humiliation as she fought back tears. She didn't understand why she was doing this, but the desire for him overwhelmed her senses.

She closed her eyes tightly, trying to ignore the ache between her legs. "Please, Hector... I'll do anything you want."

"I know... I'm such a bitch..." she muttered under her breath, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I hate myself for coming back, but I can't help it... I just want you so much." With trembling hands, she reached up to tug on the collar around her neck, hoping that this gesture would convince him.

"Please, Hector... Just make me yours again..." Her voice trailed off as she waited for his reply, her heart racing in anticipation and fear.

"B-because I know you'll make me feel good..." she stammered, her cheeks burning even hotter. "And with you... it's different. It's better." Her voice was so quiet that he almost didn't hear it, but the truth in her words cut through the silence like a knife.

She swallowed hard, trying to steady herself as she looked up at him pleadingly. "Please, Hector... Don't make me regret this."

"I don't know!" she wailed, her shoulders shaking with sobs. "It's just... I can't stop thinking about it! About how good it felt to belong to you..." Her voice trailed off into a whimper as tears streamed down her face, and she squeezed the leash in her hands until her knuckles turned white.

"Please, Hector," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her sniffling. "I'm such a mess... Just...

"I'll do anything..." she whimpered, her eyes squeezing shut. "Please... just make me feel like I'm yours again..." Her voice was desperate and pleading, filled with the desperation of someone who had lost themselves and was willing to do anything to get it back. Even if it meant returning to the life she once knew, even if it meant submitting to Hector again and letting him control her every move.

"I... I can't do that..." she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I made promises and... I just can't..." She closed her eyes tightly, willing herself not to cry anymore. "But I swear, if you take me back now... I'll be yours forever." Her fingers clenched into fists at her sides as she waited for his reply, her heart racing in anticipation and fear of what he might say.

"I-I understand..." she stammered, her voice shaking. "I'll do it... I'll leave him and come back with you." She paused, taking a deep breath to steady herself before continuing: "Just please, don't make me wait too long this time. Let me feel your touch again." Her eyes darted downwards as she thought about how good it felt to be used by Héctor , and her stomach tightened with anticipation.

"T-thank you..." she stuttered, feeling a mixture of relief and fear wash over her. "I promise I'll never leave again." She followed him inside, not daring to meet his eyes as they walked through the apartment. Her heart raced in anticipation of what would happen next, but also in terror of knowing that she had just willingly given up any chance at a normal life with her boyfriend.

Her hands trembled as she began to unbutton her blouse, revealing her lace-covered breasts. "T-these are for you," she whispered hoarsely, her cheeks burning with shame. She watched as his eyes devoured her exposed flesh, waiting for him to take what he wanted.

With a growl, Héctor pushed her down onto the bed and began to undress himself, revealing his impressive erection.

"T-th-Thank you..." she stutters, her heart racing as she watches him undress. Even after all this time, his touch still sends shivers down her spine. Her nipples harden at the attention he's giving them and she arches her back instinctively, wanting more of his touch. "Please..."

Gasping, she moans as he plays with her nipples. "Harder..." she whispers hoarsely, arching into his touch. Her hips move restlessly on the bed, wanting him to touch her where she aches for it most. She twists her fingers in the sheets, biting back a whimper as he continues teasing her breasts.

Her breath catches in her throat as he plays roughly with her breasts, pinching and pulling at her nipples. She writhes beneath him, moaning loudly now, desperate for more of his touch. Her hips buck up off the bed, seeking contact with his hands or his cock. "Fuck me," she groans, her voice hoarse from pleasure and humiliation.

Her back arches off the bed as he sucks on her nipple, sending waves of pleasure through her. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, fighting to stay still as she moans loudly. The feel of his lips and tongue on her skin is almost too much, driving her wild with desire for him.

"Harder," she gasps between moans, wanting more of his attention on her breasts. Her hips buck against the bed, seeking release as he continues to tease her sensitive nipples. "Please..."

"Oh god..." she moans, her voice hoarse and pleading. Her body trembles beneath him as he teases her breasts, sucking on them mercilessly. She arches her back off the bed, offering herself up to his touch. "Yes... More..." Her fingers tug at the sheets, searching for anything to hold onto as she loses herself in the sensations coursing through her body.

Her hips rise again and again, grinding against his hand in desperation for release. "Please,"

Her breath catches in her throat as his hand moves lower, brushing against her damp panties. "Oh fuck..." she gasps, arching into the touch. Her hips buck wildly on the bed, seeking frantic relief from the building pressure between her legs. She whimpers and moans as he teases her there, desperate for his fingers or cock to fill her up completely.

Her hands fist in the sheets, knuckles white with effort as she tries to stay still, focus on his touch. "

Her body tenses as his fingers brush against her clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She gasps and moans into the pillow, arching off the bed in desperation for more. Her hips thrash wildly on the sheets, seeking frantic release from the incredible sensations building inside her.

"Fuck... I'm close..." she whispers brokenly, voice ragged with pleasure and pain. "Please..."

Her body trembles as he teases her, denying her release. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and she arches into his touch, desperate for completion. "Please," she whimpers, voice shaking with need. She feels herself growing increasingly frustrated and vulnerable beneath him, unable to resist his control any longer.

Her hands fist tighter in the sheets, knuckles white with effort as she tries to hold onto some semblance of power, but it's useless against his expert touch. "I need...

Her eyes widen and she gasps, feeling suddenly cold as he pulls his touch away. "Please..." She reaches out for him, begging with her eyes, but he doesn't budge. Her body quivers in frustration and need, aching for release from the relentless tension building inside her.

"P-please," she whispers hoarsely. "I can't take it..."

"Yes... I do... I'm sorry..." She hesitates, looking away, her cheeks flushing red with shame. "I just need you to fuck me, please..." Her voice cracks on the words, and she bites her lip to hold back a sob of frustration.

Her eyes widen and her mouth falls open in surprise. For a moment, she just stares at him, unsure what to do. Then, with shaking hands, she reaches out and wraps her lips around his thick length, moaning softly as she tastes him again after all this time. Her head bobs up and down eagerly, sucking and licking while he watches her intently.

"Mmmm..." She moans around his cock, her cheeks hollowing with each suck. Her tongue darts out to taste him further as she takes more of him into her mouth, eyes closing tightly in concentration. "It's different... But still so good." Her fingers massage the base of his shaft, helping her take him deeper.

Her lips slide up and down his length, taking him deeper with each stroke. Her tongue flicks out to tease the sensitive ridge behind the head of his cock as she continues sucking eagerly. She moans around him, her breath hot against his skin. Her hands massage his thighs, feeling possessive and needy as she takes him deeper into her mouth.

"Mmm... You taste so good," she whispers, her voice muffled by the head of his cock.

Her mouth works him expertly, his cock sliding easily between her lips and tongue. She moans around him, tasting him thoroughly as she bobs up and down, sucking and licking with abandon. Her hands grip his thighs tightly, feeling possessive and needy in a way that only he can bring out in her. "Mmm... It's perfect," she whispers against his skin, her voice husky with desire.

"Yes..." Her eyes flutter shut as he hits her cheek with his cock, the sting mixed with pleasure sending shivers through her body. She whimpers and reaches out to take him back into her mouth, sucking eagerly on the head of his cock. "More," she moans around him, arching off the bed in need for more contact with him.

Her fingers dig into the sheets, feeling restless beneath her as he continues teasing her cheek with his erection.

My mouth opens in surprise as he twists my head, exposing my cheek to his cock. The stinging sensation is overwhelmed by the need to taste and feel him again. I moan around his shaft, sucking harder as he hits my cheek, desperate for more of his dominance. My hips buck against the bed in time with each stroke, seeking frantic release from this powerful possession.

My eyes close tightly as I feel him push deeper into my mouth, his cock stretching me to the limit. His taste fills my senses once more, and I whimper around him, wanting nothing more than to taste every drop of him. "Please," I whisper hoarsely, arching off the bed in need for release from this intense connection between us.

My fingers claw at the sheets beneath me, desperate for something to ground me as he takes control of my body and mind completely.

My eyes widen in surprise as he grabs my hair, using it to control me. I feel him push deeper into my throat, and I choke around his cock, desperate for air as he fills me with his cum. My body trembles violently from the intense sensations coursing through it. "Hector..." I whimper his name, feeling overwhelmed by the power he has over me in this moment.

I try to swallow his cum as he releases me from his grip, feeling humiliated and used. But I can't help the shiver that runs down my spine at the knowledge that I belong to him again, even if it means being his fucktoy. My eyes meet his, filled with a mixture of shame and desire as I wait for his next command.

I swallow hard, my throat still burning from his cum. "I-I want..." I hesitate, feeling the weight of his control pressing down on me. "I want to please you," I whisper, eyes darting away from him in shame. "Whatever you want."

My breath catches in my throat as he tells me this. I've never done anything like that before, but the thought of being on top of him... Of controlling myself... It fills me with an unexpected sense of power and desire. Nervously, I climb onto the bed, straddling his hips as I position myself over his erection.

My hands tremble as they reach down to guide him inside me. He feels so big, stretching me in a way that makes my core clench around him instinctively.

I cry out as he thrusts deeper into me, feeling stretched and full in a way that's both painful and exhilarating. My hips move instinctively with his rhythm, desperate for more of this new sensation. "Harder," I gasp, arching my back off the bed as he takes control of my body once again.

My fingers dig into his shoulders, feeling the tension and strength beneath his skin.