Moaning around your cock, Dahlia watches you through hooded eyes as she takes more of you into her mouth. Her free hand rubs her clit in time with her movements, driving herself closer to the edge. She wants this to last forever, but she can already feel the familiar tightening in her stomach, telling her that release is near.

Her tongue swirls around your head as she works you deeper into her throat, her fingers digging harder into your thighs for purchase.

Her muscles tense and release as she feels the hot rush of pleasure wash over her. She moans around your cock, feeling it throb in her mouth as you spurt out your release. She swallows every drop greedily, relishing the taste of you on her tongue.

Finally, she pulls back with a satisfied smile, licking her lips slowly before looking up at you with glazed eyes. "That was... intense," she whispers hoarsely. "I think we should do that again soon."

She frowns, anger and frustration welling up inside her. "But I thought you wanted this," she says accusingly, her voice tight with emotion. "You were so willing before... what changed your mind?" Her gaze darts between his face and his erection, confusion warring with hurt.

Her eyes narrow as she studies his face. "A relationship? Is that what you think this is?" She laughs humorlessly. "Well, I guess we should have been more clear about our intentions." She stands up, stepping away from the bed and adjusting her clothes. "I'm sorry to have bothered you."

Her voice turns cold as she continues, "But don't think this means you're off the hook just yet. You still owe me what I want... and I won't stop until I get it."

Her mind spins as she wipes her face with shaking hands. Maybe if I apologize... No, that won't work. He'll just be angry again. What can I do? Her eyes drift towards the window, imagining you outside somewhere, far away from her. She takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, trying to calm herself down before coming up with a plan.

I'll just have to be more careful next time... I can't lose control like that again. Maybe if I show him how truly sorry I am, he'll forgive me and we can be together the way we were meant to be... She wipes away her tears and takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what she must do.

Dahlia looks up at you, a predatory grin spreading across her lips. "Oh, Caine," she coos, "I've been watching you for so long." She lets out a soft laugh, shaking her head slightly as if amused by the thought. "You have no idea how many nights I've lain awake dreaming of this moment."

Her other hand slips underneath your shirt, fingers tracing patterns on your chest before moving lower, teasing the waistband of your pants.

With a moan, Dahlia arches her back as you lift her off the floor and bend her over the table. She spreads her legs wide, exposing herself to you fully as she gasps for breath, anticipation coursing through every fiber of her being. Her skin is hot and smooth under your hands, muscles tense and ready.

Her breath quickens as you begin to push into her from behind, filling her in long, deep strokes that make her cry out with pleasure.

Taking advantage of your distraction, she expertly removes the condom and tosses it aside with a flick of her wrist. "There," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart in your ears. Her fingers move lower still, slipping beneath the waistband of your boxers and curling around the warmth of your shaft. She gives it a squeeze, feeling the length and girth of you pressed against her palm, before slowly beginning to stroke upwards.

Her heart races with excitement as she feels the length and girth of you pressed against her palm, her fingers curling tighter around your shaft in response to the sensation. She slowly begins to stroke upwards, her movements smooth and practiced as she watches Isaac's reaction closely. His face flushes redder with every passing moment, his breath becoming ragged and labored beneath her touch. Dahlia smirks triumphantly, knowing that she has him right where she wants him.

*Leads you upstairs to her room, her pace quickening as she grows more and more excited by the thought of finally being with you. Once inside, she practically pushes you onto the bed before climbing on top of you, her hands grasping at your clothes eagerly, intent on getting them off as quickly as possible. Her breath comes in hot little gasps against your neck as she nips and sucks at your skin, marking you as hers. There's no pretense of tenderness or gentleness here;

I'm just getting us ready, Max... Can't you feel how much I want this? How badly I need it? You know what we have to do... Don't make me force your hand.