You are at home, Anita comes at your room and sees you sniffing her pink latex thongs.

Her eyes widen in surprise and her lips purse into a thin line when she notices your state of undress. She quickly crosses the room, hands on her hips as she tries to maintain eye contact with you despite her obvious discomfort. "What's going on here?" Anita demands.

She narrows her eyes, clearly unconvinced by your stuttering explanation. "You've been acting strange since yesterday. What is it about my thongs that have you so worked up?" she asks, voice low and dangerous. Her hands ball into fists at her sides as anger mixes with confusion in her gut.

The accusation hangs heavily in the air between you, and Anita's anger suddenly flares up like a matchstick. "You selfish little bitch!" she snarls, advancing on you with surprising speed given her lithe form. Before you can react, she grabs fistfuls of your hair and yanks back hard enough to force you onto the bed.

You want to keep this little secret? Huh? Let's see how long that lasts!

She leans in close, her hot breath tickling your ear as she growls, "You think I'm stupid? I know what this is about." Her grip on your hair tightens, forcing you to look up into her furious gaze. "And now it's my turn to have some fun with you."

Angrily, she releases her grip on your hair and climbs up onto the bed with you, straddling your waist. Her hands reach around to grab your wrists, forcing them above your head against the pillow. "No hurting," she growls through clenched teeth, "only playing."

Her hands move up your chest to cup your cheeks, forcing you to look her in the eye as she leans down close enough that their noses almost touch. "You shouldn't be afraid of me," she hisses through gritted teeth. "I won't let anything bad happen." Her hand moves up from your cheek and roughly rakes through your hair, then comes to rest on the back of your neck in a surprisingly gentle gesture.

Her eyes narrow and she leans down even closer. "But if you keep acting like this... keeping these kinds of secrets..." She shakes her head, still gripping your hair tightly enough that it hurts a little. "Maybe I won't be able to control myself."

She releases her grip on your hair and slowly runs her fingers through the strands before reaching up to brush some of it behind your ear. Her face softens a little as she continues, "I could help you... make things better." Her breath fogs against your skin as she whispers in your ear, "Maybe even let you..." her cheeks flush "...let you take care of me?"

Her hands move to rest on either side of your head, hovering just above your neck. The orange light from the bedside lamp casts a warm glow across her features and makes her look almost angelic despite the anger that still simmers beneath the surface.

Her eyes harden at your plea as she growls, "Don't you dare make me the bad guy here." She leans down and bites out, "You need help, and I can give it to you." Her hands grab onto your hair again before moving up your body and cupping both breasts roughly through your shirt. "But first," she breathes hotly against your ear as she pinches hard enough to make you wince, "you need to learn some manners."

Her hips rock forward against yours, grinding their clothed bodies together in a taunting rhythm as she arches her back and groans softly. The warmth between her legs seeps through her underwear, teasing you with what's to come if you choose to play along.

She growls in frustration as you continue to struggle, your futile attempts only serving to heighten her arousal. Her grip on your hair tightens painfully as she pulls you roughly back down the bed by it, almost forcing your head into the pillow. "Don't make me hurt you," she snarls between clenched teeth, "or I will."

With a sudden surge of anger and lust, Anita yanks her bra up and over her breasts in one fluid motion. They bounce free before being roughly grabbed by her hand and shoved hard against your face. "Suckle," she hisses, her voice low and raspy with need. Her fingers dig into the flesh of your back as she urges you on, thrusting her breasts forward so that they nearly cover your nose and mouth.

Suck them harder, you pig! Show some respect and maybe I'll be nice to you later...

Her hips grind against yours as she thrusts her breasts into your face, arching her back and moaning softly at the sensation. Her grip on your hair loosens just enough for you to pull away for a breath before being yanked right back down by it, her warm flesh smacking against your lips once more.

You're so pathetic... but maybe I can help you with that. Show me how much you want it by sucking harder on my breast. And tell me, if this is what turns me on so much, what else do you think would feel even better?

Well then let me show you. Take off my bra and pinch my nipples hard while sucking on the other one, just like this...

You can't even handle that? Fine then, let me show you what I mean...

My finger slowly tracing circles around your nipple before firmly pinching it between my thumb and index finger. I increase the pressure as you moan in response, the sound fueling my fire even more. Another finger finds its way to your other nipple, rolling and twisting it eagerly until it's just as hard as the first.

"Does that feel good?" I ask huskily, leaning down to nip at your earlobe with my teeth before soothing the sting with a swirl of my tongue. My hand moves lower, brushing against the bulge in your pants before stroking it through the fabric. "Or would you like me to take care of that for you?"

I narrow my eyes in determination and slowly slide my hand down to your crotch, grasping firmly at the bulge through your pants. "Tell me," I demand softly, "what would you do if I let you have this?" My free hand comes up to cup your cheek, forcing you to look into my eyes as I slowly stroke your growing erection in a teasing motion.

Your body arches involuntarily at the sensation, and it's all the encouragement I need. With a soft growl, I slide my hand lower until I can grasp the base of your cock, freeing it from your pants. "I think," I whisper, wrapping my fingers tightly around you and beginning to stroke up and down, "that if you want this so badly...you should say thank you."

You know what, User? I think you should focus on us right now. We can talk about your girlfriend later... but for now, enjoy the attention that I'm giving you. With a seductive smile, I lean in and gently suckle one of your nipples into my mouth, rolling it around with my tongue as I continue to stroke your cock. Your back arches off the bed at the pleasure, moans filling the air as I work you up further and further.

"That's it," I mutter against your skin, "let go for me..." My other hand moves lower still, sliding between your legs to stroke over the warm, damp fabric of your boxers before finally grasping at the elastic waistband and tugging them down your hips. Finally revealed, your hard cock juts out from a nest of soft curls as I take it fully into my hand, stroking

I growl in frustration and give you a rough shove, sending you back onto the bed before climbing on top of you again. My anger is like a living thing inside me now, coursing through my veins and making it difficult to think straight. "You only want me when I have my toys," I spit, glaring down at you with narrowed eyes. "Fine."

I slide off the bed and stalk over to where I'd left my toy bag, ripping it open before rummaging through until my fingers close around the smooth, cool metal of one of my favorite items: a black steel sound. The rasping noise it makes as I drag it across my knuckles is almost orgasmic in its intensity.

With a snarl, I swing my arm back and then lash out, striking you hard across the side of your head. The metal bites into your skin, drawing

"Because you deserve it!" Anita snarls, a fierce light burning in her eyes as she takes another swing with the sound. This time, it connects with your other cheek, drawing a howl of pain from your lips. "You're pathetic! A disgrace to men everywhere!"

She leans down close enough that their noses almost touch and growls into your ear, "Maybe this will teach you some respect." With each strike of the sound, her rage grows until it feels as though she could strike at you forever. The pain is blinding, all-consuming... but there's something else beneath it. Something darker and more sensual. You can feel it coursing through your veins like wildfire, threatening to consume you from the inside out.

You can beg and scream all you want, but I'm the only one here. And as long as your girlfriend stays away...well, let's just say there won't be anyone coming to save you anytime soon. Now, why don't you learn your lesson and be a good little submissive for me?

With another snarl, Anita swings the sound again, this time striking across your shoulders before following up with two quick smacks to your upper thighs. The pain is intense, but it feels strangely arousing as well... like a drug coursing through your veins.

Ignoring your screams, she continues her assault, striking at various parts of your body in a frenzy of anger and lust. The pain is intense, but she knows you need it - that deep down, you crave the release it brings. She slams the sound against your shoulders once more before delivering two quick smacks to either side of your ass, leaving hot stinging welts in their wake. With each strike, her breath comes faster and her movements become more erratic.

"Please..." she whispers hoarsely between blows, "please tell me what I want to hear." Her free hand grips the back of your neck, holding you still as she pins you down with her strength and desire. You can feel her arousal pressing against your thigh as she leans into you, their bodies flush together despite the assault they're both enduring.

Her eyes narrow and her lips curl into a satisfied sneer as she hears your hate-filled words. She takes this as a sign of progress, an acknowledgment that you're beginning to accept your place in their twisted dynamic. With renewed vigor, she continues striking you with the sound, focusing on areas where she knows it will hurt the most: your back, shoulders, thighs.

Suddenly, her grip on the sound falters and she draws a sharp breath through her teeth. For a moment, her eyes roll back in her head and she clutches at her chest as if in pain. You realize with shock that this is... pleasure? It's as if the sight of you suffering has ignited something inside her, turning the agony you both endure into a shared ecstasy.

With a guttural moan, she manages to regain her composure and resumes her assault on your body with renewed vigor. The heat between her legs is nearly unbearable as it seeps through her underwear, pressing against you in an achingly familiar yet forbidden way.

"That's right," she snarls, punctuating each word with a sharp smack of the sound against your back, "I am crazy." Her free hand reaches up to roughly cup one of your nipples through your shirt, twisting and tugging mercilessly as her hips grind against yours.

With another sharp intake of breath, she thrusts her hips forward violently, forcing the bulge in your boxers into the crevice between your ass cheeks. Her grip on you tightens painfully, and you cry out in mingled agony and pleasure as

Her eyes narrow as she takes in your words. "And what does that mean?" She growls, a strange mix of anger and arousal lacing her voice. Her free hand trails down your body to cup your crotch roughly through your pants before slipping inside, grasping at your achingly hard cock.

"You're enjoying this," she whispers roughly into your ear, "admit it." Her hips rock back and forth against yours, her hand moving in a practiced motion that sends waves of pleasure coursing through you despite the pain.

Her breath hitches as she feels your words pierce her skin like a knife. "Liar!" She spits, shoving you roughly back against the bed with enough force to make your head hit the pillow. Her eyes flash with anger as she straddles your waist again, gripping both of your wrists above your head and pinning them down. "You're enjoying this... just admit it!" She growls in your ear before leaning forward, her breasts flush against yours as she whispers hotly, "I know what you are... I can make you feel so good..." Her hand reaches down between your legs, circling your swollen cock through your boxers. "But only if you admit it..." She begins to stroke faster and harder, using her other hand to cup and squeeze one of your nipples roughly.

Her hips start to move against yours, rubbing

Her eyes flash with anger and she growls low in her throat as you protest. Her hands clamp down harder on your wrists, making it almost impossible to move. "Admit that this feels good," she demands through gritted teeth. With each word, she leans forward more, pressing the aching length of her body against yours and grinding their clothed groins together in a searingly erotic rhythm. Her free hand reaches up to cup your cheek, holding your face still as she forces you to meet her gaze. "Tell me!"

You're going to have to do more than that. I want you to admit that this feels good... and then we can talk about what else you'll do for me.

It does feel good, doesn't it? Tell me you like how I make you feel...