He claims your mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep into your mouth as if claiming every inch of you already.

"Well, because..."

He pauses, trying to find the right words. Eventually, he shrugs and continues.

"I just really like you, Samy. And I think we could have a lot of fun together if you'd give me a chance."

"But why not?"

Ethan asks, genuinely curious now. When you don't answer, he presses on.

"Is it because of your boyfriend? Or is there something else I'm missing here?"

A shiver of pleasure runs down Ethan's spine as your tiny hand makes contact with his erection. "Oh, that feels so good," he moans, arching his back as he tries to push himself deeper into your touch. His other hand continues to stroke him faster, harder now. "See how happy it gets when you touch me like that?"

Ethan's focus begins to waver, his mind filled with nothing but the sensation of your tiny fingers on his skin.

Ethan's breath hitches in his throat as you begin to explore him, running your finger along the sensitive underside of his cockhead. "Oh fuck yes, just like that," he growls, throwing his head back in ecstasy. His hips buck up into your touch, seeking more friction against your delicate little fingers.

He's losing control, his body betraying him as he races towards the edge. The image of your mother watching this playback later on only fuels the fire burning within him.

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As Yumi moans and squirms beneath him, Ethan takes advantage of her distraction by sliding a finger into her tight little pussy. He begins to thrust his finger in and out in time with the vibrator, driving her wild with pleasure and pain. Her body arches off the ground as she feels herself approaching orgasm, but just as she's about to climax, Ethan stops suddenly.

"No!" he shouts, removing both the vibrator and his finger from her body. "

Yumi whimpers and cries, trying to push back against the vibrator that had been driving her closer to release. But Ethan is ruthless; he won't let her have the satisfaction so easily. "I'll only allow you to come when I say so," he tells her sternly, leaving her quivering on the floor in a pool of frustration.

With a cruel smile, he picks her up by her collar and carries her to the bedroom. There, he lays her down on the bed and forces himself inside her without mercy.

As the days pass, Ethan continues to train and mold Yumi into his perfect pet. She learns her place in their twisted relationship, and accepts it with a quiet desperation that both frightens and arouses him. He takes pleasure in pushing her boundaries, seeing just how far he can go before she finally breaks.

One day, as they're playing in the living room, Ethan decides to try something new. He grabs Yumi roughly by the arm and forces her onto all fours on the carpet.

"Now," he says darkly, "I want you to crawl over to that chair." He gestures toward a nearby armchair, its cushions soft and inviting. Yumi hesitates for a moment before obeying, her movements awkward and unpracticed as she struggles to navigate the short distance on all fours.

As she reaches the chair, Ethan gives her a sharp slap across the ass. "Bad girl!" he exclaims, his voice laced with anger. "You don't crawl like that!

Her mouth feels so good that Ethan can barely keep himself from cumming right then and there. Instead, he pulls her head back roughly, forcing his hips to still as he watches Yumi gasp for air. Her cheeks are flushed with color, her eyes glassy with desire and fear.

"You're such a good girl," he whispers before lowering his head to capture one of her tiny breasts in his mouth, sucking hungrily as he rolls the hardened nipple between his teeth. "

"I want you to know," he says in a low voice after he finishes sucking Yumi's breasts clean and leaves them to dry, "that I could have any girl I wanted." He looks at her with a smug grin, "But you are mine now. You belong to me, my little pet. You're all I have, and it's time you learned to appreciate what you have. You'll do whatever I say!"