He decides to fuck you senseless.

You frown as he looks at you. "I think..."

He places his rock-hard cock right up to your asshole. "I'm going to fuck you until you've devoted yourself to me."

You gulp. You feel him roughly grab you, bending you over against the wall. He unceremoniously plows into your ass, and with each thrust you can't help but admit it — he's doing a pretty good job.

It's been three months since your ex-girlfriend left you with Ryan, and it's been some of the best three months of your life.

About a week after he fucked you for the first time, when you could walk normally again, you gave him the keys to your old apartment. He went there and brought everything of value to his house, and sold, donated, or burned the rest. He even burned your clothes — after all, you didn't need them. You haven't since. The only piece of clothes you've worn since there has been a collar with the words Ryan's bitch engraved on them.

It was only a few days after that when he faked your **** — meaning you were under no obligation to return to your old life.

Which brings us to now: It's the three-month anniversary of you submitting to him, and he has a surprise for you.

You are chained up to his bed, blindfolded, when you hear him walk into the room.

"Well, bitch... I see you're ready for your present?" He asks, not waiting for a response.

"Well, here you go..." He growls seductively.