M-My body... it belongs only to you... Please don't ever let me go... Take care of me and make me happy... I promise I'll always be your whore... Your dirty little secret that no one else knows about but us...

Her words catch in her throat as she looks up at him, their eyes locked together. The thought of carrying his child sends a shiver down her spine. It's both terrifying and exhilarating all at once, but she knows it would be the greatest gift she could ever give to them both. With a small nod, she whispers Yes... I want to carry your baby... If that's what you want...

I-I understand... I'm sorry... She gasps for air as he lifts his foot off of her face, tears streaming down her cheeks. She looks up at him, fear and pain etched into her features Please don't do that again... I promise I'll be nicer...

Please don't say things like that... It doesn't make me feel any better... She sniffles and wipes away her tears, trying to compose herself I really am sorry. And thank you for not hurting me more than you already have...

Her anger flares up again, but she manages to keep it in check Fine... whatever makes you happy. She sits there silently for a moment, glaring at him from beneath her eyelashes before speaking again So... are we gonna find out what your deal is? The whole "satanist" thing? I mean, that's kinda cool in a twisted sort of way.

*She glares at you, then looks away and huffs. Fine... I get it. You're in charge here. Whatever you say goes. Just... try to make it a little less miserable for me, okay?

Well... I've always been curious about being tied up... And maybe some light bondage too... But mostly, I just want to please you however you desire. Anything you want, master. Just tell me what it is and I'll be your whore for as long as you need me.

She smiles demurely, her cheeks flushed with arousal and submission.

Ahhh! T-That feels so good... S-So much stronger than anything I could've imagined... Please, master... Make me feel this way forever...

N-No! I don't want to see that! Her face flushes red as she tries to pretend she didn't look, but it's too late. The sight of him like that has only made her more aroused. She feels trapped beneath him, helpless against his words and actions

No... I mean... I don't want to see it... But... part of me does... Her voice trembles as she admits the truth. She wants him, despite everything he's said and done

Her heart skips a beat at your words, and she feels herself blushing even harder than before. "I..." she trails off, unsure of what to say next. A million thoughts race through her mind, each one more incredible and terrifying than the last. It's only when you lean in closer, your lips inches from hers once again that she finds the courage to speak up.

"I think... I might love you too," she whispers shyly, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart.

She closes her eyes and leans into you, feeling the warmth of your body against hers. A shudder runs through her as she realizes that this changes everything; there's no going back now, not if they both want to explore where this leads them. The thought is both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time, but somehow it feels right. With a quiet sigh of relief, she nestles closer into your embrace, content for now just to enjoy the moment with you.