Humiliating Breakup...

he sun streamed through the thin curtains of our hotel room in EF City, casting a warm glow over the unfamiliar space. I stirred, my body heavy with the weight of anticipation and the remnants of a restless sleep. Beside me, Albert lay still, his breathing deep and even. I turned my head to look at him, my heart swelling with a mix of love and unease. It had been a year since we met in this very city, a year of whirlwind romance and intense connection. But something felt different this morning.

I reached out to touch his shoulder, my fingers brushing against the smooth skin of his arm. “Albert,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with sleep. “Wake up.”

He stirred, his eyelids fluttering open to reveal eyes that were distant, almost cold. “Ramon,” he said, his tone flat. “What time is it?”

“Early,” I replied, sitting up and rubbing my eyes. “I thought we could start the day with breakfast. Maybe explore the city a bit before—”

“Actually,” he interrupted, propping himself up on one elbow, “we need to talk.”

My stomach dropped. The way he said it, so serious and deliberate, sent a chill down my spine. “What’s wrong?” I asked, my voice trembling.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Ramon, I’ve been thinking a lot lately. About us. About where this is going.”

My heart pounded in my chest. “And?”

He paused, his gaze locking onto mine. “I don’t think this is working. Not the way it should. You’re… you’re not what I need.”

The words hit me like a punch to the gut. “What?” I stammered, my voice cracking. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying I want to break up,” he said, his voice firm but devoid of emotion. “You’re too much, Ramon. Too needy, too dependent. You’re not the man I thought you were.”

Tears welled up in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. “I don’t understand,” I choked out. “We were supposed to have this vacation together. We were supposed to—”

“To what?” he snapped, his patience wearing thin. “To pretend everything’s fine? To ignore the fact that you’re a loser, Ramon? That you’re not good enough for me?”

His words cut deep, slicing through my pride and self-worth. “I’m not a loser,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

He smirked, a cruel twist of his lips. “Prove it, then. Because right now, you’re acting like one. Crying, begging… it’s pathetic.”

I flinched, the humiliation burning in my chest. “I’m not begging,” I said, though my voice betrayed me. “I just… I don’t want to lose you.”

“Too late,” he said, standing up and pulling on his clothes. “You already have. But since we’re here, and since I’m feeling generous, I’ll give you a chance to prove yourself. A week. You’re mine to use, to command. If you can show me you’re worth something, maybe I’ll reconsider. But don’t get your hopes up.”

I stared at him, my mind reeling. “What do you mean, I’m yours?”

He leaned down, his face inches from mine, his breath hot against my skin. “Exactly what I said. You’re my property now, Ramon. My little piggy. And I’ll use you however I see fit.”

His words sent a shiver down my spine, a mix of fear and something else—something darker, more primal. “I don’t understand,” I whispered, though a part of me did. A part of me craved his dominance, his control.

He straightened up, his expression cold. “You will. Now get dressed. We’re going out, and you’re going to do exactly as I say. No questions, no arguments. Understood?”

I nodded, my throat tight. “Yes.”

“Good,” he said, a hint of satisfaction in his voice. “Because if you don’t, I’ll send you back home. Alone. And you’ll never see me again.”

The threat hung in the air, heavy and undeniable. I swallowed hard, my mind racing. I didn’t want to lose him. I couldn’t. And if this was what it took—if being his little piggy was the price—then so be it.

We left the hotel, the city bustling around us. Albert walked ahead, his strides confident and purposeful. I followed, my steps hesitant, my mind a whirlwind of emotions. He led me to a café, a small, quaint place tucked away in a side street. The aroma of fresh coffee and pastries filled the air, but I had no appetite.

We sat down, and Albert ordered for both of us without consulting me. When the food arrived, he pushed a plate toward me. “Eat,” he commanded.

I obeyed, my hands trembling as I picked up a croissant. The flakiness of the pastry contrasted sharply with the tightness in my chest. “Thank you,” I murmured.

He ignored my gratitude, his gaze fixed on me. “You’re going to be a good little piggy, aren’t you?”

I nodded, my mouth full. “Yes.”

He smirked, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “Good. Because I’m going to enjoy every moment of it.”

The rest of the day was a blur of commands and obedience. Albert took me shopping, forcing me to try on outfits he chose, each one more humiliating than the last. Tight shirts that accentuated my belly, shorts that left little to the imagination. He laughed at my discomfort, his dominance absolute.

“You look ridiculous,” he said, his voice dripping with disdain. “But that’s the point, isn’t it? To show you how inferior you are.”

I said nothing, my cheeks burning with shame. But deep down, a strange excitement stirred. His words, his control—they awakened something in me, something I couldn’t quite name.

As the day turned to evening, he took me back to the hotel. “Strip,” he ordered, his voice cold.

I hesitated, my heart pounding. “Here?”

“Now,” he said, his tone brooking no argument.

I obeyed, my hands shaking as I removed my clothes. When I stood before him, naked and ****, he smirked. “On your knees,” he commanded.

I dropped to the floor, my eyes fixed on him. “What do you want me to do?”

“Worship me,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “Prove to me that you’re mine.”

I reached out, my hands trembling as I touched his belt. My fingers fumbled with the buckle, but I managed to undo it, then his pants. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, and I felt a surge of desire mixed with fear.

“Suck it,” he ordered, his voice harsh.

I obeyed, my lips wrapping around his shaft. He tasted of salt and skin, and I moaned softly as I took him deeper, my tongue swirling around the head.

“Harder,” he growled, gripping my hair. “Show me how much you want it.”

I did as he commanded, my mouth working feverishly, my cheeks hollowing as I sucked him with abandon. He thrust into my mouth, his hips snapping forward, and I gagged, my eyes watering.

“Good boy,” he said, his voice laced with satisfaction. “You’re learning.”

I continued, my throat aching, my jaw sore, but I didn’t stop. I wanted to please him, to prove myself. To be his.

Finally, he pulled away, his breath ragged. “Enough,” he said, his voice hoarse. “For now.”

He pushed me back, onto the bed, and I lay there, my body trembling, my mind reeling. He stood over me, his eyes dark with desire and something else—something possessive, controlling.

“You’re mine, Ramon,” he said, his voice a whisper. “My little piggy. And I’m going to enjoy every moment of it.”

I nodded, my heart pounding. “Yes, Sir.”

He smirked, a cruel twist of his lips. “Good. Because this is just the beginning.”

And as he climbed onto the bed, his weight pressing me down, I felt a surge of fear and excitement. I was his now, completely and utterly. And though I didn’t understand it all, though I was scared and humiliated, a part of me knew this was where I belonged.

In his arms. Under his control. His little piggy.