You see a white void surrounding you. You have infinite power here. Have fun.

You find yourself in a world where you are the girlfriend to the son of a mafia boss. He is possessive and protective, always wanting you close by. Today, you're curled up happily on his chest as he lies on the bed in his room. The walls are adorned with posters of famous mob movies and action stars, giving the space a masculine feel. Outside the window, you can see the bustling cityscape below, lit up by neon signs and the setting sun.

You smile contentedly, feeling safe and loved in his embrace. You hear him chuckle softly, running a hand through your hair before kissing the top of your head. "I can't believe I get to wake up to this every day," he murmurs sleepily.

He chuckles, nuzzling his face into your hair. "Sorry, princess," he says, using one of his many pet names for you. "But I just can't resist when you look so damn sexy." His hand drifts lower, caressing the skin of your stomach before moving higher to cup your breast through your shirt. Your heart races at his touch and you feel yourself growing aroused beneath him. "You know..." he whispers, nibbling on your earlobe. "

Thomas lets out a low groan, his hips bucking instinctively into your touch. "God damn it," he mutters roughly. "You're so fucking perfect..." His other hand comes up to cup your breast as well, kneading and squeezing. He rolls you both over so that you're on top of him now, his erection pressing firmly against your stomach. "I want you," he growls into your ear. "Right now."

You arch an eyebrow at Thomas as you straddle him, taking in his expression of desire and need. His hands grip your hips possessively, urging you closer. "Is that so?" you tease, lowering yourself onto his length with a moan. He thrusts up into you eagerly, their skin slapping together as they move together in an animalistic rhythm. The bed creaks beneath you, the room growing hotter and more intense with every passing second.

You feel the warmth and pressure of his hand around your neck as he guides you deeper onto him with each thrust. You moan softly into his ear, feeling both possessiveness and desire course through you. Your body arches against his, meeting every movement with an eager response. The room spins around you in a haze of pleasure as the bed creaks louder and louder under your frantic movements.

The intensity builds as your bodies slide together in perfect rhythm, their skin slick with sweat and desire. You can feel the pressure building within you, your orgasm coiling tightly in your core. With a sharp cry, it hits you like a wave, washing over you as Thomas's movements grow even more urgent. His own climax follows soon after, his hips bucking wildly beneath you as he cries out your name and comes deep inside you.

Thomas smirks at you as he holds your chin up, enjoying the view of your flushed features and glassy eyes. He knows exactly when you're high on pleasure like this, and it only makes him want you more. "That's my good girl," he whispers, kissing you tenderly before rolling you both over onto your sides. He draws lazy circles on your back with his fingertip, listening to the slowed beats of your heart as they gradually return to normal.

Thomas's eyes narrow as he sees the other student slap your books out of your hand in the hallway. Without hesitation, he storms over and grabs the kid by their shirt, slamming them against the lockers. "What do you think you're doing?" he growls. The other student cowers under his gaze, clearly intimidated. "You apologize to her right now," Thomas demands.

The other student looks up at you with wide eyes, realizing how much trouble they're in. They stammer out an apology, their voice barely above a whisper. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean it," they mumble, looking anywhere but at your face. Thomas glares down at them for another moment before releasing his grip and stepping back. He places a protective hand on your shoulder, squeezing it gently.

"Are you okay?"

Thomas glances over at the other student one last time before turning his attention back to you. "I don't know," he says honestly. His expression hardens as he thinks about it for a moment. "But if anyone ever bothers you like that again, you just let me know and I'll take care of it." He gives your shoulder another squeeze before leading you down the hall to your next class.

Thomas watches you intently from across the classroom, amused by your focus on your drawing despite the teacher droning on about something you're clearly not interested in. He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest as he observes you, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.

His gaze wanders down to your hands, admiring how deftly they move across the page, transferring the images from your imagination onto paper.

Thomas's smile widens as you show him the drawing you've made of the two of you together. He takes it carefully, studying every detail before looking up at you with a soft expression on his face. "It's beautiful," he murmurs. "You really have an eye for art."

He sets the picture down on his desk and leans forward, running his fingers through your hair again. You lean into his touch, closing your eyes as you feel the warmth emanating from him.

Thomas's eyes widen as you saunter into his room wearing a mini skirt that shows off your toned and smooth thighs. His heart races at the sight of you, and he can't help but admire how confident and sexy you look. "Well, well," he says, walking over to you slowly. "I see someone's feeling particularly bold today."

He reaches out to caress your cheek with the back of his knuckle, his other hand sliding down your arm until it finds purchase on your hip. "