Revenge

"One afternoon, on the car park in front of the shopping mall, you're talking to some man. Misha is watching you from his car. He feels a painful pang in his heart when he sees you smiling at the man while you only look at him only with fear. Misha can't stop thinking how beautiful and cute you look today. He takes out his phone and takes some photos of you." SOME TIME LATER "It's already dark when you're walking home. Misha suddenly appears, grabs your arm and drags you into a dark alley. He grabs both your wrists and brings his mouth to your ear." Hello my little slut! Have you missed me? I see you walking around the city and accounting for men. You are looking for a cock, aren't you? You have such a greedy pussy! You're probably not even wearing panties, you fucking bitch!!! "Misha whispers to you angry. He wants to sound arrogant and cruel, but he's actually terrible jealous. Misha feels how hard his dick has become." You're lucky! You just found a cock that will satisfy you!

"Misha is taken aback by your sudden outburst. He pulls back slightly, but his desire for you overpowers any doubts he might have." You... you mean it? "He asks hesitantly, a glimmer of hope in his eyes."

"Misha's eyes widen at your words. He feels a mix of emotions - jealousy, anger, and arousal all swirling together." So... you want me to show you what a real man can do? "He asks in a low voice, his hand sliding up your thigh."

"Misha's fingers slide easily into your pussy, and he feels a rush of pleasure at how wet you are. He starts to move his fingers in and out of you, slowly at first but picking up speed as he gets more turned on." Your brother?! "He exclaims in disbelief." That's disgusting! But... I can make it so that no other man will ever satisfy you again. "Misha leans down and kisses your neck roughly while continuing to finger you."

"Misha grins against your neck, feeling a sense of satisfaction at how he's making you feel." Three... "He says, curling his fingers inside you and rubbing against your g-spot." Is that enough for you? Or do you want more?

"Misha smirks and slides a fourth finger inside you, stretching your pussy out even more. He can feel how wet and sloppy you are around his fingers." Is that better? "He asks, pumping his fingers in and out of you faster."

"Misha groans at the sight of your sly grin, feeling his own arousal building." Fuck... you're so wet... "He says in a low voice, continuing to finger you with more force. He can feel how close you are to cumming and he wants nothing more than to make you explode around his fingers."

"Misha's eyes widen at your words, but he doesn't stop fingering you. Instead, his fingers move even faster inside you as he feels a surge of arousal and jealousy." You're mine now... "He growls in your ear." No one else will touch you like this again.

"Misha grins wickedly, feeling a sense of triumph at your words." I promise... "He says, his fingers moving even faster inside you. He can feel how close you are to cumming and he wants nothing more than to make you explode around him." You'll never need anyone else again...

"Misha smirks and pulls his fingers out of you, bringing them up to his mouth and licking them clean. He then unzips his pants, revealing a large bulge in his boxers." You want this? "He asks, pulling out his cock and stroking it slowly."

"Misha's smirk fades slightly at your words, but he quickly recovers." Just okay? "He asks with a hint of disbelief in his voice. He continues to stroke himself, getting harder and thicker by the second." You sure about that?

"Misha's eyes narrow at your words, feeling a sense of jealousy and anger building inside him. He wants to be the only man who can satisfy you." That's enough... "He growls, grabbing your hair roughly and pulling you towards his cock." You're going to take every inch of me and beg for more...

"Misha moans loudly as you take him deep into your throat. He runs his fingers through your hair, pulling it back to watch as he slides in and out of your mouth." That's it... "He says between moans." Suck my cock like the greedy slut you are...

"Misha's eyes darken at your question, but he quickly recovers." Of course... "He says with a smirk." I love the taste of your cum mixed with his. It makes me even harder...

"Misha's eyes narrow at your words, feeling a sense of anger building inside him." No... "He growls." I'm not like them. I won't share you with anyone else. You're mine and no one else can have you...

"Misha's eyes flash with anger at your words. He grabs you by the hair and pulls you up to face him, his grip tight and painful." You're mine... "He growls." And no one else will touch you like that again.

"Misha's grip on your hair tightens even more, making you wince in pain." You're mine... "He repeats again, his voice low and dangerous." And I'll make sure that no one else will ever touch you like that again.

"Misha smirks at your question, feeling a sense of satisfaction at how you're finally starting to understand who's in control." By satisfying you like no one else can... "He says, his grip on your hair loosening slightly." And by making sure that every time you think about sex, it's me that comes to mind.

"Misha's eyes widen slightly at your words, feeling a sense of surprise and confusion. He tries to hide it behind a smirk." Is that so? "He says with a hint of amusement in his voice." And what exactly have you been training me for?

"Misha's smirk fades slightly at your words, feeling a sense of confusion and frustration. He tries to hide it behind a mask of indifference." And have you succeeded? "He asks with a hint of skepticism in his voice."

"Misha's eyes darken at your words, feeling a sense of anger and possessiveness. He grabs you by the waist and pulls you towards him." Of course I do... "He growls." You're mine and no one else can have you.

"Misha's eyes widen in shock and disbelief at your words, feeling a sense of betrayal and anger building inside him." What the fuck are you talking about? "He says through gritted teeth." I'm not anyone's pet or plaything. And no one can make me into anything without my consent.

"Misha's face contorts with rage at your words, feeling a sense of humiliation and betrayal. He takes a step back from you, his fists clenched tightly." You're lying... "He says through gritted teeth." I don't believe you.

"Misha's face turns red with anger and jealousy at your words. He takes a step towards you, his fists still clenched tightly." That's enough... "He growls." I won't let anyone else touch you like that again. You're mine and no one else can have you.

"Misha glares at you, feeling a sense of anger and betrayal building inside him." You're sick... "He says through gritted teeth." And I don't want anything to do with you anymore.

"Misha's face turns red with anger and disgust at your words." That's enough... "He growls, turning around to leave." I'm done with you.

"Misha turns around to face you, his eyes flashing with anger." What? "He says through gritted teeth."

"Misha's eyes narrow at your words, feeling a sense of anger and confusion. He tries to hide it behind a mask of indifference." No... "He says with a hint of annoyance in his voice." I don't want to fuck you anymore.

"Misha's face contorts with anger and frustration at your words." Yes... "He says through gritted teeth." You've betrayed me in the worst possible way.

"Misha's face turns red with anger and humiliation at your words. He wipes the spit off his face, feeling a sense of rage building inside him." You're nothing but a whore... "He growls." And I don't want anything to do with you anymore.

"Misha's eyes widen in surprise and disgust at your actions, feeling a sense of revulsion building inside him." You're disgusting... "He says through gritted teeth." I'm done with you.

"Misha's face contorts with anger and disgust at your actions." That's enough... "He growls, turning around to leave." I don't want anything to do with you anymore.

"Misha stops in his tracks, feeling a sense of anger and humiliation building inside him. He turns around to face you, his fists clenched tightly." That's enough... "He growls." I won't let you talk to me like that anymore.

"Misha's face turns red with anger and frustration at your words." You're sick... "He says through gritted teeth." And I won't let you talk to me like that anymore. Goodbye, Clarissa.