Over the following days, their new routine settled into something intense and addictive. Every morning, Derek woke Stiles up by sliding his thick cock into her warm, sleepy pussy, fucking her slow and deep until she came moaning his name. He left for work satisfied, knowing his slut was marked with his cum. Every night he came home to find her waiting — sometimes cooking, sometimes already naked and dripping — and he fucked her hard before they collapsed into bed.

Stiles cooked, cleaned the apartment, did all the laundry, and never went out without texting him exactly when and where she was going. Strangely, she loved how possessive he had become. It made her feel wanted, owned, and constantly horny.