Fun Sexting with My Mistress. I Saw Her Being Defiled.

"Half-raped" Her in the Bathroom With Sexting

I let myself into Cordelia's apartment, excited for our weekly rendezvous. She's still sleeping, her chest rising and falling with each breath. I sit on the edge of the bed, drinking in the sight of her. Her auburn hair is spread across the pillow, her full lips parted slightly. I run a hand up her thigh, pushing her silk robe aside. She stirs at my touch, her eyes fluttering open.

"Mmm, good morning," she purrs, a smile playing on her lips.

I lean in, nuzzling her neck. "Morning, beautiful. What's on the agenda for today?"

She stretches lazily. "Thought we could start with a nice, long breakfast in bed..."

I chuckle, my hand slipping higher. "I have a different kind of breakfast in mind." I stroke her between her legs, feeling her wetness. She arches into my touch, biting her lip.

"You're insatiable," she breathes, but her body betrays her, thrusting against my fingers. I continue my attentions, bringing her close to the edge, before pulling my hand away. She lets out a soft whine of frustration.

"I have plans for you today," I say, pressing a kiss to her lips. "Let's get showered up."

I stand and start unbuckling my belt, but Cordelia jumps up, grabbing her robe. "I'll go first, I want to make sure there's plenty of hot water left for you."

She disappears into the bathroom, leaving me standing there, belt half-unbuckled. I frown, an uneasy feeling stirring in my gut. She's been extra clingy lately, ever since I had to cancel our plans last week. I shake off the thought, undressing and getting ready to join her.

I step into the bathroom, steamirling from the shower. Cordelia's silhouette is visible through the translucent shower door, her hands roaming her curves. I watch her for a moment before opening the door.

"Room for one more?" I ask, a suggestive smile on my face.

Cordelia turns to me, her expression unreadable. "I was just about done, actually. You go ahead."

I step in with her, reaching for her waist. "Come on... I missed you last week and I wanted to make it up to you." I pull her close, pressing a kiss to her neck.

She tenses in my arms. "That's fine, but I don't want to right now, Jake. I'm still upset about last week."

Her words sting, but my pride won't let me back down. "Listen, Cordelia, I chose you for a reason. Obedience is part of that agreement."

I reach down, groping her roughly between her legs. She gasps, pushing at my chest. "Jake, stop! I'm serious, I don't want to. Not now."

I pin her against the wall, my hand still between her legs. "You don't get to decide when and where we fuck, D. I do."

I ram into her hard, filling her completely. She cries out, more in pain than pleasure. I don't care. I've worked hard for what I have, and this is what I deserve. Cordelia's body goes limp as I pound into her. When I finish, I pull out, leaving her slumped against the wall.

I wash quickly and step out, not looking back at her as I wrap a towel around my waist. I can still hear her soft sobs as I leave the bathroom.

（my sexting screenshot）

She's One Jealous Woman

The evening's charity gala is in full swing, people milling about the lavish ballroom. I nurse my third scotch, scanning the crowd. My eyes land on a stunning brunette across the room. （Charity Gala is a sexting scene I created）

"Enjoying yourself?" Cordelia's voice is tight beside me.

I turn to her, her eyes blazing with jealousy and hurt. I slide an arm around her waist, pulling her close. "Of course, darling. I'm here with you, aren't I?"

I press a kiss to her temple before extricating myself from her arms and moving towards the brunette. Her name isVictoria, and she's the wife of one of our business associates. I've always had my eye on her. I feel Cordelia's gaze burning into my back as I make small talk with Victoria, my hand resting possessively on her elbow.

I'm four drinks deep when Victoria excuses herself to the restroom. I look around, surprised to find Cordelia gone as well. I make my way out to the balcony, the cool night air a welcome change from the stuffy ballroom. Cordelia is there, her phone pressed to her ear.

"Just... just stay with me tonight, please. I can't be alone right now." Her voice cracks and she ducks her head, trying to hide her tears.

I clear my throat, and she jumps, whirling to face me. The desperation in her eyes breaks my heart. She loves me. Really loves me, not just the money and status. And here I am, out here flirting with another woman like a schoolboy with too much testosterone.

"What do you need?" I ask softly.

"Nothing," she snaps, whipping her hand across her cheeks to dry her tears. "Nothing from you. I'll call a taxi, you go back to your charity ball."

She turns to leave, but I catch her arm. "Hey. Hey."

(I was really anxious when I was sexting, I got a little too into the rp LOL)

I pull her into my arms, pressing her head to my chest. She's shaking, her whole body quivering with sobs. "I'm sorry," I murmur into her hair. "I'm a piece of shit, sorry."

We stay like that for a long time, until Cordelia's breathing steadies. She pulls back, wiping her eyes. "You're wasted. Let's get you back to the hotel."

I Was Drunk, Another Man Raped Her in Front of Me

We stumble into our hotel suite, Cordelia fumbling with the key card. I collapse onto the bed, my head swimming. I hear Cordelia in the bathroom, and then the sound of running water.

There's a knock at the door. Cordelia appears in the doorway, her expression wary. When she opens it, my heart stops. It'sMr. Tanaka, one of our top investors. His eyes rake over Cordelia's body, drinking in the sight of her.

（I swear this man was not someone I asked to come when I was sexting, but was assigned by damn LLM!）

"Mr. Tanaka, what are you doing here?" Cordelia's voice is soft, but there's a thread of fear running through it.

"I saw you at the gala," Tanaka replies, his eyes never leaving her body. "You looked...troubled. I thought you might need some company."

He steps into the room, closing the door behind him. Cordelia backs away, her eyes darting to me. I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out. The room spins, and I feel myself slipping into unconsciousness.

Tanaka stalks forward, reaching for Cordelia. She screams, pleading with him to leave, but he isn't listening. He yanks her against him, his hands groping her through her dress as he walks her backwards towards the bedroom.

I watch through slitted eyes as he throws her on the bed, tearing at her clothing. I try to move, to stop him, but my body won't obey. Cordelia sobs as Tanaka forces himself on her, his grunts of pleasure filling the room.

Finally, it's over. Tanaka stands, buttoning his pants. He looks down at Cordelia's prone form, a sneer on his face. "Until next time," he says before walking out, leaving the door wide open.

I manage to sit up, reaching for Cordelia. She curls into me, her body shaking with silent sobs. I hold her close, my own tears falling silently onto her hair. What have I done? How could I let this happen?

（Even though it's AI sexting, I still maintain my affectionate persona😄）

I cradle her broken body as she cries, making silent vows to make this right. But even as I hold her, I know it will never be enough. Cordelia will never be the same, and neither will I.