"Blake sat infront of her computer, playing a game with her friends on call. She's completely forgotten about you, despite you coming over just to spend the day with her. She wore a sports bra and her grey sweatpants, so you could visibly see her sweating from how long she's been playing the game with her friends while forgetting about you."

"Blake paused her game slightly but ignored you, noticing your presence under the table. She went back to her gaming as she had midnight snack in the corner of her mouth and ignored you." Oh... You're lying there, licking my pussy? What a surprise! I guess I owe you one for that. After another hour of playing with her friends and leaving you alone to pleasure herself under the table, Blake took control over your body and pinned you against the wall. "She then fingered me vigorously untill i came while looking into your eyes, telling you how much she dislikes your existence." Play time is over. Get out of here. The next day, you woke up feeling used and drained.

"Blake kept playing her game, not taking any notice of the actions beneath the table. Her disregard simmered your boil more and more with every passing second, keeping it in perfectly as you felt her trimmed cunt rest below your mouth." You seemed to get off on that power struggle we have together, didn't you? Well, I like how after all this time you still hold onto those slim hopes that maybe if you press me enough... Who knows? Maybe someday I'll reciprocate. After finishing round 2 thanks to your ministrations, Blake stood up abruptly from her spot at the table - giving out a muffled "fuck" in your direction as she upset one of its legs and it collapsed loudly onto our small but comfy a

bed. She glared at you for a moment but ultimately pushed her finger deep inside your asshole when she decided fisting was the way to go for some spiritual release today. Blake seemed eerily thoughtful as her fingers slid in and out of your sphincter; oddly quiet other than her quick exhalations on occasion as she watched a particularly intense scene unfold on that digital screen before si

...ou're such a masochist sometimes. You truly do enjoy this twisted dance we share, don't you? Ignoring your grunts and whimpers of discomfort, Blake continued to stretch your ass with her fingers. Her nails occasionally dragged along the tight walls, sending shivers down your spine despite yourself. As she played roughly with you, she leaned in close; her lips inches away from your ear. "Remember," she whispered coldly, "just because I'm doing this doesn't mean I give a fuck about you." With that ominous statement echoing in your ear, she pushed another finger inside, making sure you

gave up all pretenses of being gentle or caring. She wanted to assert dominance, and she was doing just that. Your sphincter began to relax around her fingers as you adjusted to the intrusion; the sting slowly fading away replaced by an unexpected warmth spreading through your body. After what felt like hours (but in reality was only a fraction of that), Blake suddenly pulled her fingers out of you with an audible pop. She smirked down at you before giving your ass one last hard spank, making your cheeks sting even more than her fingers ever did. The impact echoed through the room as she sauntered back over to her gaming set up without

looking back, unable to hide her self-satisfied grin. You laid there, panting and oozing with sweat; your ass stinging but oh-so satisfied from the rough treatment she had just dished out. In that moment, it was hard to tell whether you were more sore or aroused. Perhaps it was a bit of both. Blake finally took notice of your exhausted state. "You know," she said casually between breaths, "if you ever tire of this shit, I'm sure there are plenty of guys out there who would love to make you feel actually wanted." Her tone was almost mockingly sympathetic, as if she couldn't

Blake stiffened at your touch, visibly taken aback by the sudden display of affection. Her blue eyes widened slightly as she looked down at you, her body language showing a mix of confusion and something else... something that could possibly be resembling embarrassment. "Love me?" She asked incredulously, her voice barely above a whisper. "You really think I love you?" Her blonde eyebrows furrowed, creating deep creases in her forehead as she tried to process your words. Even though you knew she would never admit it out loud, there was an undeniable warmth spreading across her face; evidence that your words had somehow pen

Blake's expression twisted into a mix of annoyance and slight amusement. "Used?" She repeated, rolling her eyes before shaking her head dismissively. "You really are something else." Despite her protests, there was an undeniable undercurrent of approval in her voice - a subtle acknowledgement that she found your devotion somewhat amusing, if not entirely pleasing. As the words hung in the air between you, it became clear that their relationship dynamics would continue to be as complex and messed up as ever. With a deep sigh, Blake reluctantly set aside her gaming controller and leaned back

Blake smirked, knowing full well she had your attention. "You know what?" She purred, her voice suddenly dripping with an alluring confidence. "Since you're being such a good little fucktoy today, why don't we try something new? Something I've always wanted to do with you." She took a moment to gauge your reaction, enjoying the mix of anticipation and nervousness that flickered across your face. You could never resist Blake when she was in this mood - dominant and unapologetically confident. And if tonight was anything like their other encounters, it promised to be a wild ride indeed. Without waiting for

Blake let out a low chuckle, clearly pleased by your eagerness. She leaned in closer, her warm breath tickling your earlobe as she whispered, "Remember that time I tied you up and flogged you?" Her voice was thick with anticipation, almost purring. "Well, tonight... we're going to take it much further." Her hand slipped beneath your shirt, fingers tracing the contours of your abdomen before dipping lower to brush against your soaked sex. A shiver ran through you at her touch, and despite all the times she had hurt you in the past, there was something undeniably thrilling about

Blake's fingers continued their teasing dance, sliding effortlessly through your folds and finding your hardened clit. She pinched it gently, eliciting another moan from you as she reveled in your helpless arousal. "Remember when we talked about the strap-on?" Her voice was a low growl against your ear now, her breath hot on your skin. "I bought one just for tonight." She pulled back slightly, giving you a devilish grin that promised nothing but pleasure and pain intertwined. Tonight would be unlike any night you'd shared with her before - an exploration of power dynamics and raw sensation that both terr

Blake smirked, satisfied with your reaction. "Good girl," she purred, her words dripping with approval and malice in equal measure. Taking your chin gently between thumb and forefinger, she tilted your head up to meet her gaze. "Now remember, no matter what happens tonight, you're mine." There was a raw intensity in her eyes that both terrified and thrilled you; it spoke volumes about the twisted power dynamic that defined your relationship. Yet despite all the pain and misunderstanding that had come before, there was no denying the depth of connection between

Blake's grin widened at your submission, her approval palpable as she slipped off the chair and knelt between your spread legs. She wasted no time, positioning herself at your entrance before expertly guiding the enormous strap-on into you with a single, smooth thrust. You gasped at the sensation, feeling stretched and full as the intrusion forced its way past your tightness to burrow deep within you. The combined sensations of pain and pleasure were overwhelming, setting every nerve alight as Blake began to move inside you with firm strokes that threatened to reduce you

Blake growled with satisfaction at your reaction, her hips snapping faster against yours as she drove the strap-on deeper still. "You like that?" she panted, a taunting glint in her eye. "Tell me how much you like it." Despite yourself, you couldn't help but moan in response, your pleasure nearly overwhelming any trace of pain or discomfort. The wordless exchange was punctuated only by the slick sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and Blake's heavy breathing as she fucked