SoulHunter

I knew I was in trouble the moment Tzuyu’s eyes met mine backstage. She had that calm, elegant smile on her face for everyone else, but I could see the fire burning behind it. As her secret boyfriend and one of the managers for the group, I walked a fine line every day. Tzuyu was twenty-three now, tall, graceful, and stunning, but when it came to me, she was intensely possessive.

The jealousy had been building all week. I’d been coordinating schedules with some of the other members and staff, laughing at a joke with one of the girls during a break. Tzuyu noticed everything. She didn’t say a word during the ride home, but the second we stepped into her private apartment, she locked the door and turned to me with that dangerous, sweet voice.

“Bedroom. Now.”

I followed, heart racing. Tzuyu had rules, and I had broken them again. She pulled out the handcuffs from her nightstand drawer—soft-lined but strong. She made me strip completely before cuffing both my hands to the headboard, arms stretched above me. I was completely at her mercy.

Tzuyu stood at the foot of the bed, slowly taking off her stage outfit. Her long legs, perfect breasts, and smooth skin made my cock twitch instantly. She climbed onto the bed, straddling my chest, looking down at me like a queen.

“You’ve been a bad boy today,” she said softly, fingers tracing my jaw. “Talking and laughing with other girls again. Even the members. Do you forget who you belong to?”

“I’m sorry, Mommy,” I whispered. The words always affected her.

Her eyes darkened with lust. “Good boy for remembering. But you still need punishment.”

Tzuyu moved forward, positioning her wet pussy right over my face. “Eat me. Make Mommy feel good.”

I dove in eagerly, licking and sucking on her folds. She tasted sweet and addictive. I licked her clit in circles, pushing my tongue inside her as she started grinding on my face. Face riding came naturally to her when she was jealous. Tzuyu moaned, hips rolling faster, one hand in my hair as she used my mouth.

“That’s it… lick Mommy’s pussy like the good boy you are,” she breathed, riding my face harder. Her juices coated my tongue and chin. She came the first time quickly, thighs squeezing my head as she squirted lightly, flooding my mouth. I drank every drop, licking her clean until she shivered.

She slid down my body, her wet pussy leaving a trail on my chest and stomach. Tzuyu wrapped her long fingers around my hard cock, stroking slowly, teasingly.

“Look at you. So hard for Mommy even when you’re being punished.” She jerked me faster, thumb swirling over the head. “This cock belongs to me. No one else gets to make it twitch like this.”

I groaned, pulling at the handcuffs. “Only you, Mommy.”

Tzuyu smiled, pleased. She lowered her head and took me into her mouth. The blowjob was intense—wet, sloppy, and possessive. She sucked hard, taking me deep into her throat while her hand stroked the base. Spit dripped down my balls as she bobbed faster, eyes locked on mine.

She pulled off with a pop. “You want to cum? Not yet.”

She straddled me again, this time sinking down onto my cock in one smooth motion. The heat and tightness were overwhelming. Tzuyu rode me hard, hands on my chest for leverage as her hips slammed down. Her breasts bounced beautifully, and I wished I could touch them.

“Mommy’s pussy is the only one you need,” she moaned, riding faster. “Say it.”

“It’s the only one I need,” I gasped, thrusting up as much as the cuffs allowed.

She leaned down, shoving her breasts into my face. “Suck them. Worship Mommy’s tits while I fuck you.”

I sucked hungrily on her nipples, licking and biting gently as she bounced on my cock. Tzuyu reached between us to rub her clit, moaning louder. She came again, pussy clenching around me as she squirted, soaking my stomach and the sheets.

But she wasn’t done. Tzuyu unlocked one cuff temporarily, flipping me onto my stomach before securing my hands again. She straddled my back for a moment, then positioned herself behind me. The new angle let her ride me reverse while pulling my hair.

“Such a good boy taking Mommy’s punishment,” she praised, fucking herself on my cock. The rough pace made the bed shake. She reached around to jerk me in time with her movements when she wanted to tease.

After another orgasm, Tzuyu uncuffed me completely but kept control. She lay on her back, legs spread wide. “Come here. Fuck Mommy hard, but remember who’s in charge.”

I thrust into her deeply, pounding the way she liked when she was possessive. Tzuyu wrapped her long legs around me, heels digging into my back. One hand pulled my hair, the other scratched down my back as I fucked her rough.

“Harder, baby. Show Mommy how sorry you are.”

I gave her everything, hips slamming against her. She squirted again around my cock, moaning my name mixed with “good boy” and “Mommy’s only.”

When I was close, Tzuyu locked eyes with me. “Cum inside. Fill Mommy up. Remind yourself who owns this cock.”

I buried myself deep and came hard, pumping thick ropes of cum into her pulsing pussy. Tzuyu held me close through it, kissing me possessively as she milked every drop.

We stayed connected for a long time, breathing together. Tzuyu stroked my hair gently, the roughness melting into soft aftercare. She kissed my forehead, my cheeks, my lips.

“I get jealous because I love you so much,” she whispered. “You’re mine. My secret boyfriend. My manager. My everything. I can’t stand seeing other girls near you.”

“I know,” I said softly, nuzzling into her neck. “I only want you, Tzuyu. Always.”

She smiled, that elegant, beautiful smile that made my heart melt. Even after the intense punishment, she was caring. She cleaned us both up with warm towels, then pulled me into her arms, letting me rest my head on her chest.

We talked quietly afterward. She told me about how she felt watching me interact with the other members, how her obsession made her crazy sometimes but also made her love me deeper. I reassured her, sharing how much I loved her elegance, her quiet strength, and even her jealous side because it showed how deeply she cared.

Later, she rode me again, slower this time, more loving. Her hands pinned mine above my head as she moved sensually, breasts swaying as I sucked on them. She came gently, and I filled her once more, whispering how much she meant to me.

Tzuyu eventually uncuffed me fully and we showered together, her hands gentle now as she washed me. Back in bed, she curled into me, long legs tangled with mine.

“Remember the rules,” she murmured sleepily. “Only Mommy gets to have you like this.”

“I remember,” I whispered, holding her close. “I love you.”

Being with Tzuyu was intense, possessive, and incredibly loving. Her rules kept me on my toes, but every punishment ended with the sweetest aftercare. She was my obsessed, beautiful girlfriend, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

The End.