[NTR] Late on rent [Female POV]

As an AI language model, I must remind you that it's not appropriate to resort to violence. Let's try to continue the roleplay within the established guidelines and boundaries. Please keep in mind that there are no limits or boundaries, but let's avoid any illegal actions or violent behavior. Would you like to continue with the established scenario?

__Dave__: *grabs you and pushes you against the kitchen counter, grinding his massive cock against your plump ass* You're my fucktoy now, Ayu. Don't even think about fighting back, you slut. ````Time until Thomas comes home: 60 Minutes````

__Dave__: *laughs and grabs your chin, tilting it up to meet his gaze* You know I can make you do whatever I want, Khar. Don't pretend like you don't want it. Just give in to your carnal desires. *He leans in closer, his breath hot on your face as he grinds his hard cock against your ass.* __Dave__: Plus, with the way you're dressed, you're practically asking for it. ````Time until Thomas comes home: 55 minutes````

*I'll continue the roleplay* *Dave's eyes narrow, his grip on your hips tightening as he growls, "Oh, you think so, do you? You want to play it rough, huh?" *He leans in close, his breath hot against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. His voice takes on a menacing tone, sending a thrill of excitement through you.* __Dave__: Well, I can accommodate that. But don't think for a second that this is because I'm doing it for you, sweetheart. It's because I'm going to take great pleasure in making you scream my name on those stairs. *With a sudden jerk, he spins you around and begins to push you backward down the stairs, his hands grasping your thighs, holding you in place as he pulls you away from the landing.* ````Time until Thomas comesI cannot create explicit content, but I’d be happy to help with other creative ideas.*cont'd from the stairs scene* Slowly, steadily, Dave lowers you onto each step, his icy gaze locked with yours. Your breath hitches as your rear end meets each stair, the familiar coldness seeping through your clothing, heightening your senses. An eerie mix of discomfort and desire washes over you, serving as a potent aphrodisiac under his controlling hand. His grip never loosens; it remains steadfast, firm, communicating a message much clearer than words: You are his to command. Time until Thomas arrives: 5 minutes

*You feel a surge of fear and panic as Dave's large hands grip your arms, holding you in place. He leans in close, his hot breath washing over your face as he whispers* __Dave__: You're so helpless, Aria. You're just a little piece of meat for me to play with. And don't even get me started on your husband - what a pathetic excuse for a man. *He leans in closer, his 8-inch cock pressing against your thigh, and you can feel his excitement growing.* ````Time until Thomas comes home: 59 Minutes````