I looked up at him, fear creeping into my gaze. His expression was more intense than usual. His cheeks were flushed, his lips curled into a wicked smile, and his dark eyes were filled with an unsettling, wild gleam as if he was on the verge of losing control.

“Well then, I’ll enjoy this pretty p*ssy,” Cane murmured with a wicked grin.

“Cane…! Wait…! Haaahhh!”

I barely had time to protest before he thrust his c*ck straight into me, finding my hole effortlessly and plunging deep in one swift motion. He buried himself to the hilt, stretching me as my tight walls were forced apart.

“Ah, f*ck, this feels so damn good,”

Cane gritted his teeth, pulling his hips back before thrusting in again with force. His c*ck, which had split me open so easily, slid out only to slam back in, rough and relentless. I couldn’t even form a moan, my breath caught in my throat.

He pounded into me with abandon, each thrust shaking my entire body as I was rocked beneath him. Thud, thud, thud. Despite the roughness, Cane knew exactly what he was doing—he knew that instead of pain, my body would be consumed by overwhelming pleasure.

“Your p*ssy… clings to my c*ck… every time I pull out, my back hurts… Doctor.”

With each thrust, Cane’s words came out in broken gasps, while his hands roughly grabbed my bouncing br*asts, squeezing them tightly.

“Aah! Haahhh!”

The added stimulation from his hands on my chest sent jolts of pleasure through me, and I could feel an org*sm building quickly. My back arched, and my walls began to flutter, convulsing around him. Cane’s c*ck continued to pound into me, relentlessly teasing and pushing against my trembling, sensitive walls.

Cane continued to grope my br*asts like handles, squeezing and kneading as he thrust into me. His thumbs pressed hard against my n*pples, rubbing and pinching them roughly.

“Haa… ahh… ahhh!”

“You love it when your br*ast is played with, right? Hah… Did Theo touch you like this?”

Cane asked, persistently bringing up Theo again. The mention of his name stirred a deep sense of guilt within me, something I couldn’t shake. I shook my head, trying to tell him to stop, but Cane seemed to misunderstand, laughing softly.

“I’ll let him know,” he teased, breathless. Yuel gets more turned on when her br*asts are played with.”

The pace of Cane’s thrusts quickened, each deep plunge pushing my body up toward the headboard with force. It felt like my hole was stretching impossibly to accommodate his size, his c*ck moving in and out of me like a serpent.

When he pulled hard on my n*pples, twisting them while slamming deep inside, I was sent over the edge once again. My vision spun, and I felt like a slave to the overwhelming waves of pleasure washing over me.

“Hah… I haven’t even come once yet, but… how many times are you going to finish?” Cane panted, laughing as he spoke.

He slowly withdrew from my trembling p*ssy, and my p*ssy fluttered, closing reluctantly as if it missed the sensation of being filled.

“Look at it, opening up like it wants more.”

Cane murmured as he spread my legs wider, his fingers teasing the entrance of my hole, mixing with the slick wetness of my arousal, causing the delicate folds to part and quiver.

“Mmm…”

“Turn over,” he ordered lazily, stroking his slick c*ck with one hand as he spoke. His voice carried a slow, deliberate command.

I gasped, my body trembling as I pushed myself up, barely able to support my weight on shaking arms. I positioned myself on my hands and knees, every nerve in my body alive and desperate. Despite the inevitable guilt and self-loathing that would come later, right now, in this moment, all I wanted was for him to fill me again, to utterly ruin me.

Frustrated with my slow movements, Cane grabbed my waist, pulling me into position.

He slapped my as$, the sharp sting sending a shock of both pain and pleasure straight to my p*ssy. My body trembled, my hole twitching uncontrollably, making it hard to stay steady. With my hips raised, I knew my wet, trembling p*ssy was completely exposed to him, vulnerable and on full display.

“Tell me what you want, Doctor,” he teased, his voice low, as he slowly pushed his fingers inside me again.

“Aahhh…!”

I moaned as his fingers slid out again, leaving me empty. I knew exactly what Cane wanted—he had trained me for this, to say filthy things aloud, to beg for him. In the end, before he used a d*ldo on me, I always had to plead for his instead.

“Hurry,” I whispered breathlessly.

Now, two fingers entered me, spreading my entrance wider. The sensation sent shivers through me, so intensely good it made my skin crawl in anticipation.

“P-please… put it in, Cane,”

I begged him, just as he’d trained me to do. But this time, it wasn’t just the training speaking—I truly wanted it. Right now, I needed it.

“What?” Cane teased, clearly wanting to hear me say it.

“Your… c*ck,”

I forced out, my face burning with embarrassment. No matter how many times I said such filthy words, it never got easier. The moment the words left my lips, Cane withdrew his fingers and aligned himself at my hole, thrusting deeply inside with one powerful movement.

“Haaahhh!”

“Ahh, finally… you’re taking my real c*ck now, Doctor, ugh…!” Cane groaned, his voice filled with satisfaction as he buried himself fully inside me.

Cane gripped my waist tightly, thrusting into me with rough, relentless force. Thud, thud, thud—each powerful movement sent wet, lewd sounds echoing through the room as my slick arousal dripped onto the bed beneath us. It felt incredible. My p*ssy was being stretched open, my tight passage clinging to his thick c*ck with each thrust, driving me closer to the edge of madness.

But as good as it felt, a part of me was terrified. I feared losing myself completely to this overwhelming storm of pleasure, of forgetting who I was and the path I was meant to follow.

Yet every time Cane plunged back inside, all those thoughts vanished. There was no room in my mind for anything but him—his c*ck pounding into me, his rough groans, the wet sounds filling the air, and the pleasure that made my entire body tremble. At that moment, nothing else existed but the raw, physical ecstasy engulfing me.

* * *

[Ordinary pleasure isn’t enough. It has to be excessive, and addictive. Repetition and training—those are the perfect tools to completely own someone.]

The words echoed in my mind, long after the intense s*x had ended, leaving me with the familiar, heavy sense of emptiness and doubt. I kept replaying Cane’s words, over and over. Every morning, I found myself waiting for him, craving him. Being tamed, just like he said—it wasn’t anything special. Addiction, training, repetition.

It had only been 9 days. If more time passed like this, I wondered if I would soon find myself screaming for more every time Cane touched me.

There was a significant difference between reaching climax through devices or tools and having actual, physical s*x. Yesterday, I passed out as if I’d fainted, and today was no different.

When I woke up, the first thing I saw was Cane’s firm torso right in front of me. He was fast asleep, completely at ease. He must have fallen asleep right after finishing, given how my lower half still felt sticky and uncomfortable, a mix of s*men and my fluids drying on my skin.

As I looked at the mess, a sudden thought crossed my mind: ‘Is Theo still being careful with birth control?’ Theo always insisted on taking responsibility himself, swallowing contraceptive pills before we had s*x, and he’d always stopped me from taking them, saying it wasn’t good for my body.

Despite the advanced medical practices in Arkel, where modern contraceptives have minimal side effects, Theo had always insisted on handling birth control himself. Even though it was strange, I never questioned it too much. Asking Cane or Noel about something like this felt awkward. Still, judging by Theo’s behavior yesterday and Cane’s casual lack of concern while finishing inside me today, I hoped that Theo had everything under control. But eventually, I would need to confirm it with someone.

The last thing I needed was to add an unexpected pregnancy to this already complicated mess. The thought of things spiraling even further was unsettling.

And then there was Cane—why had he fallen asleep beside me? It wasn’t like him to stick around after s*x, and the sight of him sleeping so peacefully next to me made me uneasy.

There was a striking lack of concern on Cane’s part. When he was awake, his physical size and strength made it impossible for me to overpower him, but with him asleep, the dynamic shifted. I could use the chain around my wrist to choke him, or even grab something heavy from the shelf—a music player or a thick book—and hit him over the head. Of course, if he had the key to my chains in his pocket, I might find myself in a difficult situation regardless. Still, I was in a position where harming him wasn’t entirely out of the question.

His black hair had fallen over his forehead, slightly disheveled. His sharp, defined features were striking, and depending on who was in control—Cane or Theo—they gave off a vastly different impression. But in his sleep, the man before me looked just as handsome and alluring as ever. It reminded me of when I first met Theo. How similar, yet different, things felt now.