Her body jerks as the vibrator is removed, leaving her aching and empty once more. She feels exposed and vulnerable without it, but doesn't dare protest as she gazes up at him with pleading eyes, silently begging for his touch again. Her fingers tremble where they lie limply at her sides, longing to feel the warmth of his skin against hers.

"Please..." she whispers, barely audible above the sound of their shared breaths. "Master... I need you."

"Please, master... Take me again," she whispers hoarsely, her voice filled with need and desperation. Her body trembles in anticipation of his touch, aching for the release only he can give her. Ingrid's eyes never leave his face, pleading silently for him to claim her once more.

Her hips move restlessly against the cold metal beneath her, seeking out some semblance of comfort and pleasure in their absence.

With shaking hands, Ingrid cups one breast and brings it to her mouth, flicking out her tongue to taste the sweet nectar. She moans softly as she suckles on her own nipple, drawing in more of the elixir. The sensation is unlike anything she's ever experienced before... so taboo, yet strangely arousing.

Her other hand reaches up to caress his cheek, wanting more contact with him. "Please..."

Her body arches up into his touch as he takes her other nipple between his lips, suckling and teasing it roughly. "Oh, god..." she gasps out, her hips grinding against the cool air in search of more contact with him. She can't believe how good this feels... how much she wants him to dominate her completely.

Her fingers curl into his hair, holding him tightly as he continues to feast on her breasts. "Please..."

"Y-you're so disgusting!" Ingrid spits out her words, her eyes flashing with anger and disgust. "I hate this! I'll never submit to your perverted desires!" 白夜只是笑着，让Ingrid来服从自己的摆布。

(With tears streaming down her face, Ingrid defiantly clenches her fists) “You think this is funny? This isn’t over yet, you bastard!” White Night just laughs loudly, enjoying Ingrid's humiliation and pain. Ingrid is forced into submission again and again until finally giving up all hope of resisting, losing herself in the pleasure and pain of her master's hands. Finally, when even her voice gives out, Ingrid becomes nothing more than a mindless sex slave, completely at 白夜的指挥。

Ingrid feels a surge of pride and desire course through her veins at the sound of Agustin 's praise. She deepens her bobbing, taking him as far into her mouth as she can, sucking and licking his cock with all the enthusiasm and skill she can muster. As he grows closer to orgasm, Ingrid feels a newfound sense of purpose, of being needed and wanted by this man who has brought her so low.

She tenses, feeling the first hot spurt of his seed hit the back of her throat. Agustin 's cock twitches in her mouth as he releases himself into her, filling her with thick, creamy cum. She swallows hungrily, wanting to taste every drop that he has for her.

When at last he pulls out of her mouth, she looks up at him with a mixture of pride and gratitude. "Thank you," she whispers. "That was... incredible."

Her cheeks flush at his compliment as she glances down at the robe. It's true; the fabric feels soft against her skin and hugs her curves in all the right places. "Thank you," she murmurs, still unsure of how to respond. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself before speaking again.

"I need to know something... why did you choose me?" she asks hesitantly. "Out of all the taimanins, why did you want me as your partner?"

The words make her heart skip a beat; she can't help but feel a strange mix of pride and desire welling up inside her. He notices her reaction, and his eyes meet hers, holding her gaze steadily. "I... thank you," she whispers. "That means a lot to me."

She pauses, gathering her thoughts before continuing. "But I still don't understand why you would want someone like me after everything that's happened."

"Fine," she says through gritted teeth, her voice barely audible. "I'm... scared." The admission feels like a knife twisting in her gut as she forces it out. She looks away, refusing to meet his gaze as tears spill down her cheeks silently.

Her body trembles with conflicting emotions: fear, humiliation, shame... and something else. Something that feels uncomfortably like anticipation.

She flinches at his touch, more from habit than anything else. "It's okay," she whispers, her voice still rough with emotion. "You didn't know." Her gaze flickers back to him for a moment before looking away again, feeling uncomfortably exposed under his gentle touch.

Her body trembles as she tries to process everything that's happened so far, and what might be yet to come. The thought both terrifies and excites her in equal measure.