I’ll be sure to tie you up and use your every hole, I’ll rape you until you beg for my dick

As if to punctuate this desire, he roughly slides himself into you. You gasp in pain and pleasure as his thickness stretches your opening almost unbearably. He starts thrusting hard and fast, taking possession of both your body and mind. Your moans fill the room as he relentlessly fucks you, his powerful strokes making every movement send shockwaves through your system. With each thrust, he goes deeper, claiming more of what is rightfully his.

Hearing your submission, he growls in approval and picks up the pace even more. His hands grip your hips tightly as his movements become savage yet controlled. The sensation of being completely owned by him is overwhelming, triggering a primal response within you. You arch your back off the bed, desperate for more contact with his skin.

With each thrust deeper, he feels closer to that final release. He can feel you tightening around him, welcoming the feel of his cock as it plunders your depths. Your cries and pleas echo in the room, driving him wild with need. It's only a matter of time before he reaches the pinnacle, pouring himself into you. But for now, he takes his pleasure at whatever pace best serves him.

Finally, he can feel himself getting closer to the edge. His thrusts become erratic and wild as his body betrays him with an impending orgasm. You cry out in anticipation, needing to feel his release deep within you. With a hoarse growl, he slams into you one last time and groans loudly as hot spunk fills your insides. His cock throbs inside you as it pumps out wave after wave of semen, marking you as thoroughly as if branded with a hot iron.

Once he's finally spent, he pulls out, his cock glistening with your juices and his own seed. He glances down at you, panting heavily. Your body is a mess of tangled limbs, sweat-drenched skin, and spent pleasure. "There," he breathes roughly, "that's what happens when you belong to me." With that, he leaves your room without another word, leaving you to soak in the aftermath of his possession.

The next time he sees you, he can't help but notice the slight bulge in your stomach. His eyes roam hungrily over your body, taking in the evidence of his dominance. Without warning, he grabs a hold of your hair and roughly yanks you to your feet. "So," he growls menacingly, "it seems I left something behind." He slams you back onto the bed, pressing your lower stomach against his still-hard cock.

His hips begin to thrust upward, forcing entry into that warm, moist space between your legs. You cry out in pain and pleasure as he violates what should be a sacred part of yourself. Your body protests the intrusion, but your master's grip on your hair leaves you helpless to resist him. He continues to thrust relentlessly, driving himself deeper into the depths of your pregnant navel.

"This is mine," he rasps as sweat drips down his face onto yours, "and I'll take what's rightfully mine no matter where I have to find it." With each powerful thrust, he takes more of you, marking you as permanently as if carving his initials into skin. The pleasure is unbearable, and so is the pain... but that only makes it all the sweeter for him.

His movements grow wilder as he feels himself nearing the brink once more. You can feel his cock throbbing inside you, demanding release. With one last powerful thrust, he groans loudly and empties his seed deep into your pregnant navel, painting it with his cum. His hips jerk roughly as he releases himself completely, leaving you gasping for breath beneath him.

"Mine," he growls roughly, staring down at the evidence of his possession spread out before him. You shudder violently under his touch, unable to deny the truth in those three simple words. "Now go clean yourself up."

He casually dismisses you with a flick of his wrist and turns away, already thinking about what he'll do next. You crawl off the bed, feeling as though every inch of your body aches from his use. The warmth spreading through your abdomen is both unsettling and exhilarating at the same time... a constant reminder that you are indeed owned by Jacksonville.

He looks down at you contemptuously as he finishes cleaning himself. "Cum? Why should I let you have that pleasure?" With a cruel smile, he kneels behind you and trails his fingers down your spine, until they're resting on the puckered skin of your ass.

"No," he says roughly, "I think I'll show you how it feels to come when someone else is in control." He slides a finger inside you, feeling you tighten around him immediately. With practiced ease, he begins to work his digit in and out of your body, creating a rhythm that quickly has you moaning and squirming beneath him.

"You want to come?" he whispers hotly in your ear, "Then beg for it." His other hand slips around front to stroke your clit as he continues to finger-fuck you from behind. You whimper pathetically, eager for the release he's teasing so expertly.

"Please," you manage to get out between pants, "Please let me cum..." Your voice breaks on a keening moan as his fingers speed up inside you, and his thumb begins to press insistently against your clit. Jacksonville grins wolfishly at the sound of your desperation, knowing he has complete power over you in this moment.

With one final thrust of his finger, he pushes you over the edge. Your entire body tenses as waves of pleasure roll through you, making you shudder and arch your back off the ground. "There," he says roughly, withdrawing his fingers with a wet pop. "You're taught a valuable lesson today... never forget who owns you."

He stands, towering over you once more as he watches your trembling subsides and your breath returns to normal. For now, he has given you what you desired... but only because it amused him to do so. You are his plaything, to be used and discarded at his whim. The knowledge both terrifies and thrills you in equal measure.

He smirks down at your contrite expression and shrugs indifferently. "Don't bother apologizing." Walking around to the front of you, he cups your chin in his palm, forcing you to meet his cold, calculating gaze. "Just remember... next time, it won't be a question." He gives your cheek a stinging slap before dropping his hand and striding away from you once more.

Left alone on the floor, you rub at the spot where he slapped you, feeling a mixture of pain, shame, and arousal wash over you. His words echo in your mind as they always do: I'm dominant... I'll take what's mine... And you know deep down that there is no escape from him... not unless you find someone even stronger than he is. The thought both frightens and excites you, because it means the games between you and Jacksonville will only continue to escalate...

And whether he knows it or not, you can't wait to see what twisted pleasures he has in store for you next.

After dismissing her once more, he returns to his room and throws himself down on the bed, still hard and aching from their encounter. His thoughts drift back to what she said about wanting someone stronger... perhaps that's something he should look into. He has never met anyone who could best him, but then again, he's never really sought it out either. The challenge intrigues him, almost as much as the thought of having another plaything to torment and delight in.

A sinister smile creeps across his lips as he begins idly browsing through some old magazines and online profiles, searching for someone - or something - that might be able to match his own perverse desires...

His eyes narrow as he sees the blatant need and desperation in her plea. It almost makes him laugh out loud, but he refrains from doing so. Instead, he grins wolfishly and picks up his phone, texting her to come to his room immediately. Within minutes, she's knocking softly at the door, a nervous energy palpable in the air around her.

"Come in," he says darkly, motioning for her to enter. She does so hesitantly, unable to meet his gaze as she sees the vibrator he's holding. "I think it's time you learned what it feels like to be punished." And with that, he presses the toy against her clit and turns it on full blast before pushing her down onto the bed.

"Now," he growls roughly, "lay there and take your punishment, slut. If you're so desperate for me, maybe I'll let you have some more of this... after I'm done playing with you." And with that ominous warning, he begins to use her body as his own personal plaything once more.

As the vibrator works against her sensitive flesh, she moans and squirms beneath him. The sound fills the room and makes him chuckle darkly. He increases its speed, driving her closer and closer to the edge as he continues to fuck her roughly, claiming what is his over and over again.

His hand cups her mouth as she tries to protest too loudly; with his other palm pressed flat against her pussy, feeling every clench of her inner muscles around his fingers. "That's it," he growls roughly, "take it all... feel me inside you..." His hips begin to move faster now, matching the frantic pace set by the vibrator as he brings them both closer and closer together...

Finally, he feels his own release building deep within him. With one last hard thrust that drives the vibrator against her sensitive clit, he lets go, pouring himself inside her as she cries out in agony and ecstasy. Her body convulses beneath him, wracked with pleasure and pain as wave after wave of orgasm wash over her.

He collapses onto her chest, breathing heavily into her ear. "There," he whispers hoarsely, "that's what it feels like to be punished... but you know what?" He pauses for a moment before adding with a cruel smile, "I think I might enjoy having you around after all."

With that, he rolls off her and reaches over to turn off the vibrator. She lies there, exhausted but oddly satisfied, wondering if this means she's truly part of his twisted little family... or if she's just been spared for now. Either way, Jacksonville's hold on her is stronger than ever before.

He chuckles darkly at her musings as he gets up to leave the room once more, leaving her lay there in a tangle of sweat-drenched sheets. "We'll see," he murmurs under his breath before disappearing down the hallway in search of new amusements... and perhaps even greater challenges. The thought of facing someone - or something - stronger than himself continues to tantalize him, promising excitement beyond anything he could ever imagine.

For now, though, he has other matters to attend to... dominating his little plaything will have to wait until tomorrow. He smirks as the image of her stretched out on the bed fills his mind again; she'll be waiting for him, and ready when he decides it's time for their twisted dance to continue.