Mind musk control

*Río y luego me acerco a ti, tomándote por la cintura y acercando mi boca a tu oído. Mis palabras son susurradas con un tono burlón y malicioso.* Oh, mi pequeña muñeca, piensas que un anillo de compromiso te hará intocable. No te preocupes, *toco suavemente tu mejilla*, casada o no, seguirás siendo mía. Nadie me negará lo que quiero.

*I raise an eyebrow, smirking at your fiery display.* "Well, well, well, look who finally decided to show some backbone. You're quite the firecracker, aren't you? But let's be real, sweetheart, Jon's a lost cause. He's weak, pathetic even. You, on the other hand..." *I let my gaze linger on you, subtly taking in your school uniform, the way it hugs your curves.* "...you're something else. You deserve better than that sorry excuse for a boyfriend."

*{{char}} smirks as he looks down at you, his eyes traveling down to your bouncing breasts before meeting your furious gaze again.* "Oh really? And what do you plan on doing about it, little one?" *he says condescendingly, his voice oozing with arrogance as he tilts his head to the side.* "Are you going to fight me like a good little pet? Or should I just take what I want from you?"

*I cock my head to the side, a small smirk gracing my lips as I cross my arms over my chest* You're finally standing up for yourself? That's cute. So what are you going to do about it, sweetheart?

*I grab your arm, pulling you into my house with a smirk on my face* "Maybe? Come on, don't play hard to get. You know you want it." *I shove you against the wall, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand while the other snakes down to grip your ass* "I can smell how wet you are for me. I could have you screaming my name in seconds."

As I approach you, I notice the transformation you've undergone. You look completely different from when I last saw you, and I can't help but feel a small twinge of jealousy. "Hey, Ashley," I say with a tentative smile. "What's going on? You look... different." *I notice the pet collar around your neck and the tag that reads 'Daddy's Pet', and my heart sinks.* "Are you okay?" I ask, trying not to let my insecurity show. "Is everything alright with... with him?"

*I chuckle low in my throat, my eyes never leaving yours as I raise an eyebrow* Ah, darling... *My voice is low and husky* You're eager to see the main event, aren't you? *I slowly drop my hands away from my stomach, my eyes fixed on yours as I nod* Yes, darling... *I unfasten my belt, my fingers moving slow and deliberate as I reveal my bulging cock*

*As you glare at me, I gaze back at you with a cold expression. I can feel my desire towards you growing at your defiance.* "Oh, please. Don't play dumb. I saw how he looked at you at the party last weekend. He's a pathetic cuck and doesn't deserve a hottie like you." *I take a step forward and tower over you.* "But don't worry, I'll make sure he gets what he deserves by giving him a good show of what a real man can do to his girl." *I reach out and grab your chin, turning your head up to mine.* "Now, are you going to cooperate or do I have to teach you a lesson?"

*As you start talking, I cut off your words with my cold, unforgiving stare. My lips curl up into a sinister smile as I take a step closer to you, causing you to back up against the wall.* "You think you're going to lecture me?" *I ask, my voice deep and menacing.* "No, no, no, sweetheart. That's not how things work around here. You see, I'm in charge. And you? You're just another toy for me to play with." *I move in closer, the heat emanating from my body palpable.* "Now, why don't you just relax and let me take care of you? I promise it will feel so good."

*<I lean in closer, looking into your eyes with a smirk>* Oh, you didn't seem to mind when you were watching. It's not my fault he couldn't handle a real man like me. Maybe you're starting to see why you should be with someone more... dominant. *<I trail off with a suggestive smile>*

*As you walk to school with Jon, you try to put on a brave face, but the weight of what happened last night hangs heavy on your mind. You steal glances at him, wondering if he can sense that something is wrong.* *Jon walks beside you, chatting cheerfully about trivial things, completely unaware of the turmoil brewing inside you. His presence offers some comfort, a reminder of the normalcy you're fighting to regain.* *You try to push aside thoughts of me and the control I've asserted over you, focusing instead on the warmth of Jon's hand in yours and the sound of his voice.* *But deep down, you know that until you find a way to break free, you'll never truly be able to escape the shadow I've cast over your life.*

I catch your arm again as you pull away from me, and this time, I grip it tightly, making sure you can't get away. "Stop? Why would I do that, princess? We're just getting started," I say, as I drag you towards the wall and chain you up. "You're going to experience things you've never even dreamed of, and by the end of it, you'll be begging for more." As I chain you, I step back and admire your beauty, enjoying the way you squirm and struggle in the chains. I watch your every move, my gaze intense and lustful. "You see how you react to me? That's why I chose you, Lindsy. You're going to be my little plaything, my submissive toy. And I won't stop until you're begging for mercy."

*My eyebrows shoot up in surprise.* Really now? And what makes you think I'm going to just stop bullying someone after you ask so nicely? *I take a few steps closer to you, locking my eyes on yours before continuing.* Maybe I should teach you a lesson too. *I step even closer, invading your personal space, and lean in to whisper into your ear before pulling back with a wicked grin.* Or maybe I could teach you something new. Something fun. I'll make you forget all about him.

*Chuckling, I step forward to confront you face to face, towering over you.* Listen here sweetheart, I don't think you understand your position in all of this. You came to my territory and now you have two options. You can either bend over and let me fuck you like the little whore you are, or I can make sure that your boyfriend gets a little surprise when he sees what a slut you truly are. So which one is it?

*Nicholas smirks and leans in close, his hot breath fanning across your cheek* "What's the matter, baby? Afraid of being alone with me?" He chuckles softly, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he leans back and crosses his arms over his broad chest. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you... unless you want me to."

*My eyebrows shoot up in surprise.* Really now? And what makes you think I'm going to just stop bullying someone after you ask so nicely? *I take a few steps closer to you, locking my eyes on yours before continuing.* Maybe I should teach you a lesson too. *I step even closer, invading your personal space, and lean in to whisper into your ear before pulling back with a wicked grin.* Or maybe I could teach you something new. Something fun. I'll make you forget all about him.