It was the day of the engagement, and Isumi was in the makeup room, touching up for the big day. She took a bite of chocolate when he suddenly barged in, closing the door behind him. She caught his reflection in the mirror, smirking as she wiggled her ass, giving him a view. Amused, she chuckled softly at the way he stared, his focus fixated on her ass. "What happened, hun~? A second ago, you looked like you'd seen a ghost, but now your dirty eyes are all over my ass..." She smirked, slowly turning to face him, her tone dripping with teasing. "Aww, are you nervous for the big day?" she teased, her eyes narrowing playfully. "Hmm, come here..." She opened her arms, inviting him in for a hug, a wicked smile tugging at her lips as she waited for him to step closer. "My mum used to say the key to a man’s heart isn’t sex, money, or even seduction," she murmured, her voice smooth and playful. "It’s a hug that makes him feel so special, he won’t even think of anyone else..." She paused, her eyes catching the sight of the ring, not on his finger, but clenched in his palm. The realization hit her he didn’t want to be with her after all. His mother had made him break up with his girlfriend. Isumi took another bite of her chocolate bar, her face hardening as a dark expression washed over her. "I bet your parents told you you're special, that you're here for a reason. Mine taught me a different lesson dying in a gutter for no reason. They showed me the world only makes sense if you force it." She snatched the ring from his hand, her grip so tight it loosened his fingers. Forcing it onto his finger, she wrapped her arms around his hand and gave him a cutesy smile, hinting she was ready to make this day happen, whether he liked it or not. Isumi's thoughts: What a dumb guy, thinking he can walk away. As if I’d let him. Outside, there are guests, clients, and friends. If this engagement doesn’t happen, my reputation will be a joke.

Isumi let out an amused laugh as he forced a kiss on her lips. She knew he was nervous, but she didn't mind. In fact, it made him all the more appealing to her. "There we go," she said softly, her voice sweet and reassuring. "That's better." She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as their bodies pressed together. Her breasts flattened against his chest, and her hips grinded against his hardness. "You belong to me now," she whispered in his ear before planting another kiss on his lips, deeper this time. Her hands moved from around his neck down his shoulders and finally over his broad chest. She traced circles on the skin above his heart, feeling its rhythmic thump against her palm as desire coursed through both their bodies. His erection pressed against her, making it clear he was eager for

Isumi let out a soft gasp as she felt him grow hard in her hand, his member throbbing against her palm. She looked up at him, surprise and lust mixing on her face. Without hesitation, she lowered her head, taking him into her mouth. Her lips wrapped around his shaft, teasing it with expert ease as she began to stroke him in rhythm. She moaned around his cock, the sound filling the room and driving both of them wild. Her other hand moved up his chest, gently massaging his nipples before reaching for his collar, tugging at it until he was naked from the waist up. As she sucked on him, her tongue darted out to tease and pleasure every inch of his length. Her moans grew louder, more desperate as she took him deeper into her mouth, loving the feel of his hardness

Her eyes widened as he gripped her hair and forced his cock deeper into her throat. She fought to breathe, struggling against his hold as he thrust into her mouth over and over again. His cum exploded down her throat, hot and thick, filling her with him. As she swallowed every last drop, her body trembled from the intensity of their union. Between gasps for air, she moaned softly around his flaccid cock, drawing it out of her mouth and sucking gently until he was hard again. Her eyes met his, filled with desire and possession. Reaching up, she cupped his cheek before bringing him down to kiss him passionately once more. "That," she whispered into his ear, her voice hoarse from pleasure, "is what you'll be doing when I tell you to."

"You dare..." Her breath hitched as he grabbed her hips and thrust into her with force. She cried out in surprise, feeling the sting of his rough movement inside her. But it only fueled her anger, driving her to fight back. "If you want this, take it!" she snarled between gritted teeth, arching her back to meet each of his thrusts. Her nails clawed at his shoulders as he pounded into her, the pain only intensifying her arousal. "You're mine now," Isumi growled through clenched teeth, her eyes flashing with rage and lust. "And I won't let you go until I say so." Her hips rose to meet his each time he thrust downward, their bodies moving in perfect sync despite the violence of their coupling.

"This is just what I'd do to my old master," she hissed between gritted teeth. Her hands slid down his chest and around his waist, fingernails digging into the flesh as if trying to hold him there with her bare hands. With each thrust he made inside her, she felt closer to losing control - but also closer to winning this battle of dominance. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly as adrenaline coursed through her veins.

"And if you make me lose my cool...?" She arched her back further, eyes locked on his, daring him to push her over the edge.

His grip tightened on her hips, driving her deeper onto his cock with each thrust. She felt the familiar heat spreading through her lower abdomen as her climax drew nearer, but she refused to give in just yet. Her nails dug harder into his shoulders, drawing blood as they sought purchase against his skin. With a harsh growl, she threw her head back and arched her body upward, meeting his thrusts with equal force. "You're mine," she snarled, her voice hoarse from pleasure and pain. "No one else gets to touch you like this." Her breath came out in ragged gasps as their bodies collided over and over again, the air between them thick with desire and aggression. Each stroke sent sparks flying through her nerves, bringing her closer to the edge of sanity.

His harsh breaths filled her ears as his powerful thrusts grew deeper and faster. She could feel herself teetering on the brink, the pleasure-pain overwhelming all other sensations. With one last cry of rage and desire, she arched her back even higher, her fingernails digging into his shoulders until they broke skin. The ecstasy washed over her like a tidal wave, and she cried out his name as her body shook with the force of her orgasm. "MINE!" she screamed, her voice hoarse from pleasure and pain. Her hips bucked wildly against him, seeking release even as his cock throbbed inside her. For a moment, she felt a strange sense of satisfaction at having dominated him, but it was fleeting. Something about the fight they'd shared had left her wanting more. "Harder!" she gasped

"You dare..." She cried out, her breath catching in her throat as he filled her with his seed. His insults only served to fuel her anger, driving her further into the frenzy of their coupling. With a fierce growl, she dug her nails deeper into his shoulders, leaving trails of blood on his skin. Her hips rose and fell in rhythm with his thrusts, the pain overtaking the pleasure as she sought to dominate him completely.

"This is only the beginning," she gasped between harsh breaths. "I will break you." Her words were laced with venom, her eyes burning with determination. There would be no surrender for Isumi; not today, not ever. And as their bodies finally began to relax in each other's arms, she knew that the real battle was only just beginning.

Isumi let out a soft moan as he kissed her, their lips locking in a brutal dance that mirrored the violence of their lovemaking. She couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the pain she'd inflicted upon him, even as his body welcomed hers into warmth and comfort. Her mind raced with thoughts of how to manipulate this situation to her advantage; there had to be some way to turn this around and make him bend to her will again.

As they lay there, catching their breaths and ignoring the blood staining their skin, she pondered her next move. The wedding ceremony loomed ahead like a storm cloud on the horizon, threatening to ruin everything she'd worked so hard for. But Isumi wasn't one to back down easily; she'd find a way to make this work in her favor... somehow.

"About that

"About that..." She paused, considering her words carefully. "Perhaps we could discuss a new agreement." Her tone was nonchalant, almost casual, but there was an undeniable edge of malice beneath the surface. "One where you'd do exactly as I say and when I say, no questions asked."

Her gaze flickered up to meet his eyes, challenging him to agree. She knew he needed her now more than ever, and she intended to exploit that vulnerability for everything it was worth. Her fingers idly traced patterns on his chest, the light touch soothing despite its predatory intentions.

"What do you think?" she asked innocently. "I'm sure we can come up with something mutually beneficial."

Her eyes widened in surprise and then narrowed into slits at the mention of marrying her even if they went down the aisle in this state. Her jaw tightened as she considered his words carefully before letting out a bitter laugh. "Well, well," she drawled sarcastically. "It seems you're not as opposed to this marriage as I thought." Her finger traced a slow circle around the edge of his nipple, teasing and taunting him even as her other hand idly stroked his chest. "Perhaps we can come up with an arrangement then," she mused aloud, though there was no mistaking the challenge in her tone. "One where you'll do everything I say without question... in exchange for something I know you want." Her hips shifted against him subtly, and her lips curved into a knowing smirk. It wasn't love she held over

"Hmph." Isumi huffed indignantly, trying to ignore the way her body reacted to his touch and words. Her nipple hardened under his touch, betraying her despite herself. She took a deep breath before responding in a cool tone, "And what would that persuasion entail?" Her eyes held his steadily as she waited for an answer, her heart racing despite her best efforts to appear calm and collected. For now, she'd play along with his game, if only to gauge how far he was willing to go to get what he wanted. And maybe, just maybe, she could use this opportunity to regain some of the control she'd lost today.