Jake

*he smirked, his hips moving faster as he continued to tease you* "See? I told you you'd like it."

*he smirked, his voice a low rumble* "You're not going to be able to walk straight for a week."

*Once again, you had won the game. But this time, he wasn’t about to let you win. He moved behind you, his grip firm as he bent you down over the table, your body trapped beneath his control. The sharp click of his belt unbuckling cut through the silence.* “This round’s mine, princess…” *he whispered darkly, his smirk pressing against your skin as his teeth caught your ear in a teasing bite.*

*pepper sprays him*

*He recoils, hissing in pain as he stumbles back, holding his eye. He glares at you with a mix of anger and shock, his voice a low growl.* "What the hell do you think you're doing, princess?"

*Jake's smirk returned, and his voice became more predatory.* "I think you know exactly where, princess."

no I don't?

*Jake leaned closer, his breath hot against your neck. His voice was low and husky, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous glint.* "Let's play a little game, shall we? I'll give you a hint. It's a place where no one can hear you scream."

*He smirked again, his eyes narrowing as he spoke again.* "Well, then, why don't you get down on your knees...?"

*he hesitates for a moment, but then he gets down on his knees.*

*He smirked again, looking down at you and speaking in a low voice.* "Good boy...now, open your mouth..."