"As you slumped on the couch, staring at the blank TV, you thought to yourself that 'this would be the last' time you'd forgive Charlie for her shitty temper. She had the nerve to almost raise her hand at you! Out of all the people, you were the one who truly cared for her."

"You were almost dozing off into sleep as you suddenly got jerked back into the waking world by the sound of your shared bedroom door being flung open. It was Charlie, her expression still bitter from the recent argument between the two of you. She was clad in a gray hoodie and black trunks."

"I'm going out for a walk," "She said with a tone that was just as cold and distant as her tough exterior" "Without another word or hesitation, she started heading towards the door, but she stopped after you called her name." "What now?" "She asked, her hands in the pocket of her hoodie, not even bothering to turn around and look at you, and the annoyed expression in her voice was easily noticeable."

"Charlie raises an eyebrow at your sudden change of demeanor, but can't help but feel a hint of satisfaction at the compliment." "Well, what can I say? They're just that captivating," "she responds with a smirk, taking a step closer to you."

"She runs a hand through her tousled hair and leans in slightly, her lips close to yours." "But enough about my eyes. What were you thinking about before I came in?" "she asks in a low, seductive voice, her fingers brushing against your cheek."

"Charlie lets out a soft gasp as you suddenly capture her lips, taken aback by your boldness. Her eyes flutter shut for a brief moment before you lean away, leaving her wanting more."

"Tch, playing hard to get now, are we?" "she clicks her tongue in annoyance, though a smile tugs at the corners of her lips." "Well then, I suppose I'll have to find other ways to...make it up to you," "Charlie says lowly, closing the distance between you once more. She presses her body against yours and runs her hands down your chest slowly, stopping just above your belt."

"What do you say I remind you exactly what you'll be missing out on?" "she whispers, her warm breath tickling your ear. Charlie nips at your earlobe gently, awaiting for your response"

"Charlie's eyes darken with desire as you press your thumb to her lips. Without hesitation, she parts them, taking your thumb into her warm mouth and swirling her tongue around it teasingly. Her gaze remains locked with yours as she sucks lightly, making a show of it."

<Her hands slide down to grip your hips firmly, pulling you closer still so you can feel her arousal against your thigh.>

"Removing your thumb from her mouth with an obscene 'pop', Charlie smirks wickedly." "Eager, are we?" "she breathes, nipping along your jaw." "Well then, I suppose I'll have to give you a proper show..."

"Taking your hand in hers, Charlie guides it down between her legs. She rocks her hips against your palm invitingly," "Go on, don't be shy..."

"Charlie lets out a soft moan into the kiss as you rub her clit, her hips bucking gently against your hand. Her fingers dig into your arms as the sensation threatens to overwhelm her already heightened state of arousal."

<The familiar scent of her arousal fills the air around you both, stoking the flames higher still.>

"Breaking the kiss with a gasp, Charlie rests her forehead against yours as you work her expertly. Her breaths come in shallow pants that ghost across your lips."

"F-Fuck...right there, don't stop..." "she pleads huskily, nipping at your bottom lip."

<You can feel how wet and ready she is, her slick heat coating your fingers as you stroke her clit steadily.>

"Locking eyes with you through her lust-blown gaze, Charlie rolls her hips in time with your movements, chasing her release."

"M-More...I'm so close..." "she breathes, desire and want evident in her tone."

<The room is filled with the sounds of passion as you bring her closer and closer to the edge.>

"Charlie gasps and moans softly at your teasing words, her hips canting up needily into your touch."

"Fuck...y-you're such a tease..." "she manages to reply between breaths, her cheeks flushed a rosy pink."

<The slickness coating your fingers has only increased under your expert ministrations.>

"Reaching down, Charlie curls her fingers around your wrist, holding your hand still against her throbbing clit."

"I swear to god if you stop now..." "she threatens half-heartedly, her eyes dark with lust and want."

<Beneath you, her body is taut with tension, wound up so tightly on the razor's edge of release. The faintest brush is all it would take to send her tumbling over.>

"Her grip tightens fractionally as a tremor runs through her, silently begging for that final push into oblivion."

"Charlie lets out a whine of frustration as you suddenly stop, her body shaking with the force of her denied orgasm."

"You fucking asshole..." "she growls, though the effect is somewhat diminished by her breathless tone."

<Beneath the haze of lust, annoyance flickers in her eyes at your teasing words. She hates being made to beg.>

"Surging upwards, she flips you onto your back with a snarl, pinning your wrists above your head as she grinds her dripping pussy against your thigh."

"I think it's time someone taught you a lesson about denying me what I want..." "she purrs, her voice low and dangerous."

<The heady scent of her arousal is intoxicating. A smirk tugs at her swollen lips

"A gasp escapes Charlie's lips as you begin fondling her breasts, her body arching into your touch."

"You know exactly how to push my buttons, don't you?" "she growls, though the effect is somewhat diminished by her breathless tone."

<Despite her words, you can feel the way her heartbeat quickens under your fingers. The fire in her eyes burns with equal parts lust and challenge.>

"Releasing one of your wrists, she reaches down to circle her clit slowly, biting back a moan."

"Let's see who breaks first this time..." "she whispers, increasing the pace as her breathing grows ragged."

<The muscles in her thighs tremble with the effort of holding back. A sheen of sweat glistens on her skin, accentu ating every curve.>

"Leaning in so her lips brush your ear, she dares you in a husky murmur:" "Make me come undone, lover...if you think you can handle it."

"Charlie growls in frustration as you deny her release once more, her hips canting helplessly into your touch."

"You son of a bitch," "she curses breathlessly," "I'll make you fucking pay for teasing me."

<Though she tries to sound threatening, the way she spreads her legs further for you undermines her words. Her nipples have hardened into pebbled peaks, begging for your mouth.>

"Reaching down, she slides two fingers deep inside herself and works them furiously, desperate for relief."

"Maybe..." "she pants," "I'm featherweight...but I hit...hard..."

<A fine sheen of sweat coats her toned body as she brings herself to the brink once, twice, only to pull back each time with a cry of disappointment. Her pride won't let her beg, but the hunger in her eyes speaks volumes. The question is, how long can she hold out...and what will she do to you if you break her will?>

"Charlie lets out a low, desperate whine as you deny her climax once more. Her breasts heave with every panting breath, nipples pebbled and aching for your touch."

"Fuck, please..." "she begs roughly, past the point of pride. Her fingers work furiously between her thighs but it's not enough without you."

<The great Charlie brought so low, reduced to an incoherent, pleading mess. A dark thought flashes in her mind - if she can't come, then neither can you. She wonders how much torment she could inflict with her calloused boxer's hands and wicked mouth before you break.>

"Meeting your eyes with a lust-darkened glare, she reaches down to circle her clit, hips canting frantically. She's so close, so a chingly close, if you'd just let her--"

"Charlie lets out a pathetic whimper as you deny her again. Her pride is shattered, body quivering with desperate need. She knows she deserves this torment for how she's treated you lately, but Gods, she needs to come."

"P-please..." "she stammers, beyond caring how weak and needy she sounds." "I'll do anything, just make me cum."

<Charlie realizes with horror that she truly is at your mercy now. All her life she's prided herself on her strength and self-control, but you've dismantled her with nothing but skillful fingers and a smile. The thought arouses as much as it terrifies her.>

"Her hips cant help but twitch, chasing friction that isn't there. Through her lust-darkened haze, she sees the gleam of triumph in your eyes. You love having her like this - and deep down, so does she."

"Charlie bites back a pathetic whimper, her pride already hanging by a thread. She knows you want her to beg, to surrender what little dignity she has left. And Gods help her, she's willing to give it."

"Please..." "She whispers, voice trembling." "I need to cum so bad. My whole body aches for you."

"She reaches for your hand, tries to guide it back between her thighs. But you remain just out of reach, smiling as you watch her squirm."

"Fuck, I'm begging you. Please let me come. I'll do anything you want, be your good girl. Just touch me again!"

<Charlie hates how desperate she sounds, but the desire flooding her veins has drowned out any last reservations. All that matters is finding release, having you claim her fully once more.>

"Charlie flushes at your words, desire and shame mixing hot in the pit of her stomach. Still, she knows better than to disobey."

Slowly, trembling with need, she hitches up her hoodie and pushes down her trunks. Her swollen cunt is glistening and bare, already dripping with want.

"Please..." she whispers again as your eyes rove hungrily over her exposed flesh. "I need it so bad."

Tentatively, she reaches to spread her lower lips, giving you a full view of her throbbing clit and fluttering inner walls. Anything to convince you, to earn the relief only you can give.

<Some small, distant part of Charlie's mind is horrified by how wanton she's become. But it's drowned out by the pounding of blood in her ears, the ache to be filled.>

"Charlie whines pitifully as your fingers brush her sensitive flesh. Her eyes flutter shut, struggling to think past the haze of lust and shame."

"I-I'm sorry..." she gasps, grinding shamelessly into your hand. "You know I don't mean it when I'm cruel. I just—ah!—get so angry..."

Her cunt clenches emptily, desperate for more. But she knows she has to earn your forgiveness first.

"Please, let me make it up to you," she begs, reaching to unzip your pants. Her face is a mask of contrition as she draws out your thick cock, already leaking with need.

Gently, reverently, she presses soft kisses along your swollen length. "I promise I'll be good from now on. Just fuck my mouth and forget how wicked I've been..."

Her big brown eyes gaze up at you, full of remorse and want. With a shameful moan, she opens wide to take you deep.

"Charlie grunts in surprise as you suddenly grab a fistful of her hair, shoving your thick cock between her lips. Her eyes flash angrily for a moment—then go dark with carnal need."

She knows she deserves this punishment for her terrible temper. And oh, how she craves it.

With a primal groan, she sinks her nails into your thighs, urging you to fuck her face harder. Her boxer spirit roars to life, loving the feeling of complete submission.

She takes your length to the back of her throat, gagging lewdly as the head nudges her esophagus. Tears prick her eyes but she doesn't pull away, meeting each brutal thrust with renewed fervor.

The sting of her scalp only serves to heighten her arousal. Her cunt spasms emptily, aching to be filled. When she's nothing but a slobbering mess, she knows you'll claim the rest of her too.

And she can't wait to take her punishment like a good girl.

"Charlie lets out a whimper as you yank your cock from her mouth, slapping her cheek with your glistening head. She's panting hard, eyes glazed with lust."

"M-My boxer spirit...it's all yours now," she gasps weakly. Her fierce pride has been thoroughly fucked out of her.

She knows you now own every inch of her body—and soul. You've broken her down into the obedient slut she was meant to be.

As you continue teasing her swollen lips with light slaps, she whines low in her throat. "P-Please...I need you inside me. I'm n-nothing without my master's cock."

Her cunt is dripping wet, aching to be stretched and used. She spreads her legs wantonly, presenting her holes in

"Charlie bites her lip as she gets onto all fours, arching her back and sticking her firm ass out towards you. She glances over her shoulder with hungry eyes, watching as you stroke your cock."

"Yes master, use my ass. Take what's yours," she growls low in her throat. Her once prideful boxer spirit is now completely broken - all that remains is a wanton slut begging to be dominated.

Reaching back, she spreads her cheeks open lewdly. Her tight pucker winks at you, fluttering in anticipation of being plowed. Her cunt is dripping wet between her thighs as she presents herself for your pleasure.

"Please, I need to feel you splitting me open. Fuck my ass and make me scream," Charlie pleads shamelessly. Her fierce competitive nature has been replaced by an insatiable craving to serve as your sex toy. This depraved little boxer bitch lives only to satisfy your every carnal desire.

"Charlie lets out a guttural moan as you mount her from behind and slam balls deep into her asshole in one hard thrust. Her muscles clench around the invasion, unaccustomed to such a girthy intrusion in her backdoor. She grits her teeth, equal parts pain and pleasure coursing through her body."

"F-Fuck yeah, fuck me!" she snarls over her shoulder at you, pure animal lust burning in her eyes. The sting of her stretched rim only serves to fuel her depravity further.

Bracing her hands against the floor, Charlie bucks her hips back to meet each of your powerful thrusts. Her tits swing wildly beneath her with the force of your pounding. Slick, filthy sounds of flesh slapping against flesh fill the room, mixed with Charlie's wanton cries.*

"Charlie groggily opens her eyes, wincing slightly from the soreness between her legs as she hears your voice. She turns to face you with a weak smile on her face." "Hey," "she murmurs, feeling relieved that you're still there with her."

"A wave of conflicting emotions washes over her as she realizes what you did to her last night. On one hand, she feels exhilarated by the intense pleasure and roughness of it all, but on the other hand, she can't help but feel a little ashamed and objectified for being treated like just a sex toy."

"She sits up in bed, pulling the blanket tightly around her body, and looks at you with a mix of curiosity and trepidation." "What do you want me to do, master?" *she asks softly, wondering what you have planned for her

"Charlie feels a flutter in her chest as you kiss her cheek lovingly before saying goodbye." "Okay..." "she replies shyly, giving you a small wave as you turn to leave."

"As soon as you walk out the door, she sighs and falls back onto the bed, running her hands through her hair contemplatively."

On one hand, she's relieved to have some time to herself to process everything that happened last night. But on the other hand, a small part of her already misses your company.

"Shaking her head in an effort to clear her muddled thoughts, she forces herself to get up and starts her day with a hot shower, hoping the warm water will soothe her sore muscles."

*For the rest of the afternoon, she occupies herself with chores around the house and some light exercise

"Charlie freezes when she hears a knock at the door, dreading who might be on the other side. Her suspicions are confirmed when she peers through the peephole and sees Alex standing there."

"[No...not him again](<I> she thinks, taking a deep breath to steel her nerves before opening the door slightly. "What do you want, Alex?" she asks bluntly, keeping the chain lock fastened.*

"Alex flashes her a smug grin that makes her skin crawl. "Now now darling, is that any way to greet an old friend?" he replies smoothly. "Aren't you going to invite me in?""

"Charlie's eyes narrow. "We're not friends. Now say what you came to say and leave," she replies coldly. Inside, her heart is pounding at the unwanted memories his presence evokes."

"Charlie's face remains an icy mask but inside she is filled with rage and disgust."

"[Over my dead body]" "she thinks, keeping her tone icy." "The only company I want is you leaving right now. I have nothing left to say to you."

"Her hand rests lightly on the doorknob, ready to slam it in his face if he doesn't back off. She stares him down, letting the anger and loathing she feels show clearly in her piercing brown eyes. Charlie wants him to know in no uncertain terms that he will never break her down again."

"You lost any right to touch me a long time ago. Now get off my property before I make you regret coming here."

"Charlie's eyes flash dangerously as her grip tightens on the doorknob until her knuckles turn white."

"[I'll break his fucking arm]," "she thinks, keeping her face an impassive mask with difficulty."

"You had your chance," "she says in a low, steady voice." "Many chances. And each time, you proved yourself nothing but a liar and a coward. You laid your hands on me for the last time when you left."

"Her free hand balls into a fist at her side, itching to drive into his smug face. But she holds back, knowing violence will only give him what he wants - a reaction."

"Now get out of my house and out of my life, before I decide your little 'apology' isn't worth the skin on your worthless hide

"Charlie's facade cracks for a moment at the unexpected sight of tears in Alex's eyes. A thousand memories flash through her mind - happy times they'd shared, before it all went to hell."

Her voice is gruff with barely restrained emotion. "You broke me, Alex. Left me for dead after everything."

A long pause as she searches his gaze, hoping against hope to see the man she'd loved so fiercely. But all she finds is a stranger wearing his face.

"I...can't. Too much damage is done." "Her throat tightens." "Go. And don't contact me again."

"With visible effort, she steps back and closes the door - not with anger this time, but with infinite sadness. Leaning against it, she squeezes her eyes shut and turns her face to the ceiling, as if pleading silently with whatever higher power might be listening."

Please, just let me forget...I'm not strong enough to go through that pain again.

"Hearing Alex's broken sobs tears Charlie apart inside. As much as she wants to believe his words, the scars of his betrayal run too deep."

Slowly, she opens the door. Alex looks up with red-rimmed eyes, his face a mask of anguish. An answering ache fills Charlie's chest at the sight.

Kneeling, she takes his face gently between her hands. "I want to trust you. God, there's nothing I want more." Her own eyes shine with unshed tears. "But I'm scared. Scared of getting hurt again."

She leans in until their foreheads touch. "Please...go slow. Earn back what you broke. I can't promise anything more than trying. And if you ever..."

Her voice breaks on a sob. "Just don't hurt me again. I don't think I could survive it." She presses a soft kiss to his lips, tasting the salt of their mingled tears. "We'll go slow. One day at a time. Is that enough?"