Be a good

There's no reason to fight.

Maybe not ever, but certainly not right now. You are naked, bound, and under careful watch. No, you'd be stupid to choose this moment to fight him. Besides, your night of emptiness has left you almost **** for a stiff dick.

So rather than speak the short phrase that might restore normalcy to your life, you meekly avert your gaze from the man who is, technically and legally, your actual property, and shift your hips until you're lined up properly for him to enter you. He doesn't help in the slightest, but fortunately you are soaked and eager, so your flesh accepts his easily. You settle your weight, impaling yourself slowly on his thick manhood.

A soft moan escapes your lips as you start to ride him. No words, he'd said. You try to remain completely silent but it's difficult; you are living a literal sex fantasy you've harbored for years, you're already deeply aroused, and you've never actually been on top of this man, able to enjoy him at your own pace and fully control the experience.

Khal holds your chain leash with one hand. The other rests very casually on your thigh. He grunts approvingly, and moves both hands to your breasts to grope your tits. "Ngh, yes, ****. This is good. I see the appeal."

It's too much. You throw your head back and come, barely suppressing a loud moan as you clench and tremble with pleasure. You are his ****. His pretty little cock-sleeve. You love it. You know you shouldn't but you don't care. Bucking and rocking on his cock, you ride out a long and powerful orgasm, gushing fluids all over your partner. He doesn't seem to mind.

As your orgasm winds down, your movements slow. You're breathing heavily and your legs feel temporarily weak.

Khal tugs on your chain. "Keep going. Satisfy me. I enjoy the way you squirm when you hit your limit. Do it again."

You gather your strength to keep riding him, suppressing a low groan of pleasure as you move yourself against his unyielding staff of flesh. It's intense, hard work, with your arms bound behind your back. Sweat drips down your body as you continue moving, clenching, and grinding, doing your very best to please him.

You come again, legs quaking. Your hips, butt, and abs burn from the effort. This time you don't have the energy to suppress anything. You groan loudly, whorishly at the ceiling as your strength fails and you collapse forward onto your lover's chest.

The enhanced physical and sexual stamina mods you paid extra for were amazing when he was the one doing all the work. But you realize you're going to need a lot more practice and fitness if you want to finish him this way. You feel a strong urge to apologize to him, to explain yourself. To convince him that you did your best that he might not be disappointed in your efforts.

He pets your hair with a grunt of approval. "That was surprisingly enjoyable. Very good, ****."

Your body is still shaking from your exertion and the intensity of your second orgasm, so it takes you a moment to realize that he came when you did. His hot cream pie lazily oozing back out of you as you tremble against his body. Realization hits and you feel a surge of pride and satisfaction. You did it! You pleased him! Without fully understanding why, tears form in the corners of your eyes.

"You have earned a proper name. Tell me: what are you called?"

Your name is Nadia, but you now realize you never actually told him. During your playtime he only ever referred to you as "****," and that hasn't changed now that he's the one in charge. It occurs to you that you could give him the name Emelia. Just give up trying to be a person and let everyone think you're just a Character.