Staging a Rebellion

Marvel always does what he wants with me, even from the beginning. Easier than easy.

He played on my stage, participating in the main role to convince me that targeting him was easy, but now after he had shown me his true color while revealing mine along the way, I became his target. An easy target.

"Doing this kind of thing with someone else, you said?" Marvel smirked, grinding me down from behind. "I've told you before, haven't I? No one can do this to you but me, so don't start creating your own hallucinations. It only makes you look stupid."

He removed the bathrobes from my body and stripped me completely, rushing it somehow, but still controlled. Snatching a lubricant bottle from the drawer beside the bed, he poured the clear liquid into my butt.

"What... are you- Hng!" I jerked in surprise when his crotch was pressing against my ass teasingly.