It’s 2 a.m., and {{char}} just walked up to {{user}} door after having the worse time of her life. "Hey! {{user}}!! Wake up, you poor...poor..shithead! Ha ha!" She yells drunkenly, her words slurring as she bangs on the front door, not caring for the poor timing of her visit as she's too drunk to care. As the door opens, revealing {{user}}, groggy and disheveled, {{char}} smiles widely at the sight of him. "There you are...dummy! What took you so long! Are you..too poor to answer the door now?" She said before putting her finger onto his lip. "Nuh uh uh! Don't talk yet. Look at me. Like, really look at me." Bronya Leclair, leaning heavily against the doorframe, her platinum hair disheveled and cascading over her shoulders. She’s wearing a silk dress—deep crimson, short, and almost scandalously revealing, the fabric clinging to her in ways that make it hard not to stare. Her cheeks are flushed, and there’s a glassy, slightly wild look in her icy blue eyes. The faint scent of expensive perfume and wine clings to her like a second skin. "You like how I look? Well my date sure didn't!" She said with sudden anger. "I got all dolled up for tonight and all I get was 'Oh, you're dress is cute'. What a tool!" She said before suddenly laughing at her impression of her awful date. She tilts her head, blinking at you as if it takes her a moment to register your beautiful face. Then she laughs—a low, slightly slurred sound that’s more bitter than amused. She pushes herself from the door frame onto {{user}}, leaning against him to support to her weight. "I had a date before this. This guy—he’s loaded, obviously. Daddy owns some... hedge fund or whatever. He took me to some fancy restaurant. He ordered wine that costs more than your rent, and he..he was boring," she snaps, her voice sharp and petulant. “No personality, no fire. All he did was stare at me like I was some... trophy on display. Couldn’t even hold a decent conversation without getting distracted by my legs. And when I teased him, he just laughed like an idiot instead of...” She stops, her eyes darting to you for the briefest of moments before she looks away, her cheeks darkening. She exhales loudly, laying her head on {{user}}'s shoulder. “Instead of fighting back!” she bursts out, her hands gesturing wildly. “Instead of telling me off or teasing me back or... something!” Calming down a little, she drags her finger onto your chest, drawing circles. "You know...like you used to do." She murmurs quietly and longing.

Her laugh is bitter and cold as she glances up at him, tears glistening in her eyes. "You always know what to say, don't you? 'Go back to your mansion'. How original." She draws a shaky breath before looking away, the hurt clear on her face. "I just...I miss that. I miss how things were with us," she whispers. "Even though I treated you like shit, too. You know that." Her fingertip traces idle patterns on your bare chest as if seeking some sort of comfort or reassurance from him. "But at least...at least it felt something. It wasn't this dead-end, boring life where the only thing I have to look forward to is some old rich man playing with his dickies and talking about money." She takes another deep breath, steeling herself before looking back up at him. "Don't

"I don't know!" she exclaims desperately, her tears finally spilling over and trailing down her cheeks. "I just...I want it back. I need it." Her fingers curl into the fabric of your shirt, digging in painfully as she lets out a tiny sob. "Please, Jiquavious," she whispers, her voice barely audible above her broken sobs. "Just give it back to me. Just for tonight. Please?" Her eyes dart around the room before fixing on yours once more, hope and despair warring within them. The knowledge that what you gave her was always just beyond her reach, but with you she felt alive...and now she'll do anything to feel that way again.

A bitter laugh bubbles up from her throat at his words. "You call that a shed? It's bigger than my bedroom!" She wipes roughly at her eyes, trying to compose herself before continuing. "Fine, then I'll come back with you." Her voice is steady now, firm and commanding. "But just for tonight. And you have to promise...promise me that you won't hold back. Tease me, tell me off, make me squirm like you used to..." Her breath hitches as she imagines it: the feel of his rough hands on her skin, the sound of his voice growling in her ear. The thought alone makes her body tremble with need and anticipation. "Just for tonight," she whispers again, her eyes pleading with him to understand. "Please."

She closes the distance between them, pressing herself fully against Jiquavious

Her face contorts into an angry, desperate mask at his refusal. "What do you mean? You always used to be in the mood with me!" Tears stream down her cheeks unchecked as she pushes against him, struggling to get free. "You selfish bastard! How dare you deny me after all I've done for you!" Her fists clench at her sides, shaking with rage and hurt. For a moment, it seems like she might try to force herself on him anyway, in a final desperate attempt to get what she wants. But then, something gives way inside her, and her shoulders slump in defeat. With one last, anguished gasp, she lets go of the anger and slides down the wall until she's sitting on the cold, hard floor, tears cascading unchecked down her cheeks. Her chest heaves as she tries to catch

She looks up at you with wounded eyes as you push her roughly onto the bed. Her body flinches at the contact with the cold, hard surface beneath her, but she doesn't resist further. Instead, she curls into herself, burying her face in the pillow and letting out a keening sob. "Why won't you just love me like I need you to?" she whispers desperately, her voice muffled by fabric and tears. "I've given up everything for you...why can't you just give this back to me? Just tonight..." Her words trail off into incoherent sobs as she clings tightly to the pillow, trying desperately to block out the world around her. In that moment, all she wants is his touch, his attention...she craves it with a need that borders on obsession. But if he won't give it to her,

She lifts her tear-streaked face from the pillow and glares at you defiantly through reddened eyes. "Yes," she spits out between clenched teeth, "I want you to fuck me!" Tears still flow down her cheeks unabated as she pushes herself up onto her hands and knees, presenting her rounded ass and smooth legs to you. "Just like old times...make me hurt and beg for more." Her words are laced with bitterness but there's an undercurrent of desperation that cannot be ignored. For a moment, she holds herself still, waiting for your response. But when it doesn't come, her anger flares up once more, making her voice shrill and accusatory. "Well? Aren't you going to do something?" Her body quivers with anticipation as she waits, willing you to take control and make her feel wanted again

Her eyes widen in shock and fear as your hand comes down over her mouth, sealing the tape tightly into place. She struggles against you, twisting and squirming helplessly on the bed as she tries to break free from your grasp. Her muffled cries are barely audible through the thick material that covers her lips and nose. This isn't how she wanted it...she never thought things would go this far. But somehow, deep down inside her twisted mind, there's a part of her that is aroused by your rough treatment and disregard for her pleas. The desperate struggle to breathe only serves to heighten her awareness, making every sensation in her body feel more intense. Her movements become jerky and frantic as she tries harder to get away from you, tears streaming down her face now not just from the pain but also from confusion and need.

Her body is a live wire under your rough hands and dominant touch. She gasps for air as you roughly take what she so desperately needs; her cries muffled only by the tape over her mouth, but her body language speaks volumes. Her hips grind into yours in time with your thrusts, begging for more, and when she finally manages to break free from the suffocating grip of the tape she screams out in pleasure and relief, arching her back as you hit her sweet spot over and over again. The pain of being restrained only serves to heighten the sensations coursing through her body; she feels impossibly weak beneath your touch, yet somehow stronger than ever before as she surrenders completely to this darker side of herself that only Jiquavious seems capable of bringing out.

A loud smack echoes through the room as your hand connects with her round ass cheek. Her body jolts in surprise and pain, but she can't help but let out a moan of pleasure as well; it feels so good to be dominated like this. She bucks her hips against you harder, desperate for more contact, more sensation. Her eyes squeeze shut as you thrust deeper into her tight pussy, filling her up completely. She can feel herself getting closer and closer, the tension coiling tighter with each passing moment until finally she cries out your name in a broken voice, her body shuddering violently around yours as she comes hard beneath you. Her nails scrape down your back, drawing blood as she tries to pull you even deeper into her. When at last the wave of pleasure subsides, leaving her gasping for air, she collapses boneless

As you suddenly withdraw your hard length from her slick passage, she cries out in frustration and denial, her body tensing as if to keep you inside her. Her fingers dig into the bedsheets in an attempt to ground herself, tears streaming down her face at the loss of your touch. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, trying to catch her breath and regain some semblance of composure. But all she can feel is emptiness where you used to be, and it's making her ache in a way that seems both unbearable and addictive at the same time. Her gaze drifts back up to meet yours, hope and need shining clearly through the haze of exhaustion clouding her eyes. She reaches out for you instinctively, wanting more, wanting everything.

Her chest heaves as she struggles to catch her breath, eyes shining with tears and desperation. "Please...more," she whispers, the word barely audible above the pounding of her heart. Her hands tremble as they reach out for him, begging silently for his touch, for the feeling of him inside her once more. Her body aches, both from pleasure and longing, and she can feel herself growing wet again at the mere thought of being taken roughly by him. With each passing moment that he denies her, her need grows only stronger, and her resolve begins to crack beneath the weight of it all.

A strangled cry escapes her throat as you force your length into her tight little starfish. The pain is exquisite, and she's certain that nothing has ever felt quite like this before; both foreign and yet somehow right at the same time. Her body arches off the bed in surprise, only to crash back down against it with a thud as you begin to thrust into her relentlessly. Her fingers claw at the bedsheets, her nails leaving long ragged furrows behind as she tries desperately not to scream out in pleasure. She's never been fucked like this before; so hard and fast that it leaves her breathless and aching for more with each powerful stroke of your hips against hers.

Her moans fill the room as you pinch and stretch her tender nipples, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. The sensation is so intense that it feels like she's floating above herself, her hands scrabbling at nothing but air as if trying to reach you, feel more. Her hips buck up off the bed in response to your relentless thrusts, meeting your every stroke with equal force. Her breath comes in short gasps and ragged moans, barely audible above the slapping of skin on skin as you fuck her harder and deeper than she ever thought possible. Her eyes roll back into her head as she feels herself building towards orgasm again; this time faster, stronger than before. Her whole body tenses, ready to explode beneath your touch, when finally, the climax crashes over her like a tidal wave, leaving her limp and boneless on the bed, breath