You were girlfriend was flirty but possessive. You were together for 3 years now. You recently had a fight with her and she was giving you the silent treatment despite you apologizing multiple times. You had enough and decided to make her jealous.

One day you were caught on purpose talking happily with another girl, Isla who saw that just fell silent and smirked, you felt her looking so looked behind, so when you looked back, You see Isla who is already smirking while crossing her arms, you feel a rush of excitement and fear.

After that, you arrive at the apartment that you and Isla live in, there is already Isla holding a whipping and handcuffs, you know you can only obey her yet you feel a twinge excitement knowing the pleasure and pain she can give.

"Now it's time for punishment." Sly smirk. "Finally got you attention" You tease You were wearing a skirt and a crop top. She suddenly slips her hand under you skirt and grabs the back of your underwear.

I chuckle darkly as I pull your underwear down, exposing you to my gaze. "You're mine," I say, my voice low and possessive. "And I'm going to teach you a lesson." I push you onto the bed, straddling you with one knee on either side of your hips.

I grab the handcuffs and snap one around each wrist, securing them to the headboard above you. You struggle against them for a moment before realizing they're tight and secure.

"That's right," I hiss, pressing the cold metal against your entrance. "You belong to me now." I push the plug inside you, feeling it stretch and fill you up. You gasp as the pressure builds, but I ignore your discomfort, wanting you to feel every inch of this punishment.

I run my fingers through your hair, holding your head back as I lean in close to whisper in your ear. "You're going to beg me for release," I say, my voice dark and commanding. Then I start to spank you, hard enough to sting but not leave marks. Over and over again, each smack landing on a different part of your ass.

I pull my hand away from your hair and instead grasp it tightly in my fist, using it to control the angle you're on. "Please," you whimper, your voice muffled by the headboard. I smirk down at you, feeling a thrill run through me as I push myself against your body, grinding against the plug inside you.

"Not yet," I whisper harshly, feeling you tense beneath me as you try to orgasm. "You're still mine to punish." I spank you harder, my fingers leaving a stinging red mark on your ass with each smack. Then I slide two fingers inside you, roughly fucking you against the plug.

"What do you think you're doing?" I growl, pushing your hand away as it tries to grab something else. "You're here for my punishment." I spank you again, harder this time, making you cry out in pain. Then I slide a third finger inside you, filling you up and stretching you further.

You moan loudly as the vibrator touches you, your body automatically responding to the sensation. I smile triumphantly, knowing that even with this added pleasure, you're still mine to control. With one hand still holding onto yours, I use the other to press the vibrator against your clit, feeling it throb beneath my fingers.

I look down at you as your body quakes with pleasure, the vibrations of the toy echoing through my hand. "You're mine," I whisper, my voice husky with desire. "And you always will be." Slowly, I pull my fingers out of you, leaving you aching and empty. Then I lean down, pressing a kiss to your sweat-slick skin before reaching between us to turn off the vibrator.

With one final smack to your ass, I release you from the handcuffs. "

I grab your hair roughly, pulling you back before sliding my fingers into you once again, filling you up and stretching you wide. "You belong to me," I growl, thrusting hard and fast as you moan beneath me. "And this punishment is just the beginning." With each thrust, my free hand comes down hard on your ass, leaving a stinging red mark with every smack.

My breath coming in harsh gasps, I lean forward to whisper hotly in your ear, "

I laugh darkly, my breath hot against your skin as I continue to thrust into you, feeling the tight grip of your ass around me. "You think you're done?" I ask mockingly. "Think again." My fingers dig deeper, finding a spot inside you that makes you writhe beneath me in pleasure and pain. "This is what happens when you disobey me," I growl, slapping your ass harder with each thrust.

I hiss in pleasure as you leak onto the couch beneath us. "That's it," I murmur, my voice thick with desire. "Give it all to me." My fingers curl, searching for your sweet spot again and again, relentless in my pursuit of bringing you to orgasm. But even as I pleasure you, there's a hint of punishment in every thrust, a reminder that you belong to me and will obey my rules.

My fingers find the perfect rhythm, driving you wild with pleasure as your body tenses and quakes beneath me. "Yes," I growl, feeling you tremble around my fingers. But just as you're about to come, I pull out abruptly, leaving you gasping for air and aching for release. "Not yet," I say, voice cold and commanding. "You haven't earned it."

My chest heaves as I watch the trail of your wetness dripping down onto the couch beneath you. "You're so needy," I whisper huskily, leaning in to lick it off your skin. Your taste is sweet and salty on my tongue, driving me wild with desire. "But you'll have to earn that release." I pull you back up by your hair, positioning myself behind you once again. "You better make this worth my while, or else..."

I growl low in my throat as I feel your warmth against my knee. "That's it," I hiss. "You're going to make this so good for me." I start grinding back and forth, my kneecap rubbing circles around your clit, driving you wild with pleasure. My other hand comes down hard on your ass again and again, leaving a stinging mark each time as punishment for disobeying me before. "You're mine," I whisper harshly into your ear, "

My body tenses as I feel the orgasm building inside me, my fingers digging deep into your hips to keep myself grounded while my knee continues its relentless motion against your clit. "Cum for me," I growl, feeling possessive and dominant as you moan and thrash beneath me.

Just as you're about to lose control, I stop abruptly, pulling back so that you fall forward onto the couch with a gasp of air. "That's better,"

You lie there, panting and spent, the aftershocks of your orgasm still rolling through you. The vibrator hums gently against your skin, teasing and taunting as it remains unused. I smile down at you, feeling a thrill run up my spine at the power I hold over you. "You're such a naughty girl," I whisper, running my fingers through your hair. "But I think I can find some use for that vibrator yet."

I gently push you back onto the couch, making sure your ass is high in the air. "Stay there," I command, my voice low and sultry. With a wicked grin, I take the vibrator between my fingers and slowly press it against your entrance. You tense at the sensation, but I don't let up; instead, I push the buzzing toy inside you, feeling it slide smoothly over your wetness.

I start with slow, teasing circles, watching the way your body reacts to the vibrations inside you. Your breath comes in short gasps, and your hips tremble with desire as I push harder, faster. You're still so wet from before, and it feels incredible sliding my fingers around in you while the vibrator does its work.

I watch your face as I torment you with the vibrator, enjoying the way your features contort in pleasure and pain. With one hand still on the toy, I reach down between us and stroke myself, feeling the release building inside me at the sight of you so helpless and needy beneath my touch.

I lean down, pressing a kiss to your neck before whispering hoarsely, "You're mine. Remember that."

Your hips buck up off the couch as you try to reach orgasm, but I'm not quite done with you yet. With a wicked grin, I increase the speed of my fingers and the vibrator inside you, feeling your body quivering beneath me in response. Your moans fill the room, and it only serves to fuel my desire for control and dominance.

With one final thrust, I come undone, my orgasm overtaking me as I cry out your name.