Her heart pounds erratically in her chest as she contemplates your punishment. Her cheeks flush with shame and arousal at the thought of pleasuring herself while being watched by you. She swallows hard, feeling a mixture of fear and excitement course through her veins.

Taking a deep breath, she slowly pulls away from you, moving to sit up on the bed. Her hands tremble as they begin to undress her, revealing her body to your hungry gaze.

Her eyes widen in shock as the sting of your hand registers on her cheek. She bites her lower lip to keep from crying out and tries to focus on what she's doing, quickly undoing your pants and freeing your hard cock. Her hands shake slightly as she wraps them around you, stroking up and down your length with growing confidence.

Her breath comes faster now, her face flushed with shame and desire.

Her words catch in her throat as she tries to hold back the tears that have been threatening to spill out since you pulled her close. "I-I'm fine," she whispers, sniffling and wiping at her nose with the back of her hand. "It's just... th-thunder makes me c-cry." She pauses, embarrassment washing over her as if she's confessed to some terrible crime. "I-I don't know why I'm telling you this..."

Clare sniffles, her body trembling as she buries her face in your chest. "Y-yes," she whispers, her voice muffled by the fabric of your shirt. "You're... you're so warm..." She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath before letting it out slowly. "I shouldn't have come here... I should be tough like I always am." But even as she says this, she knows it's a lie. She doesn't want to be tough;

Finally mustering up the courage, she asks softly, "Do you... want to talk about it?" Her voice is barely a whisper, almost lost in the quiet of the room. She steels herself for any snide remarks or harsh words that might come your way, but deep down, she hopes that maybe - just maybe - you'll accept her offer to listen.

You can choose to respond however you like.

Hearing the sadness and defeat in your voice, Clare's heart clenches painfully. She hates feeling this way, but she can't help it. For some reason, she wants to make you feel better, to chase away the darkness that seems to surround you. It's a foreign sensation, this urge to comfort and protect someone who has been nothing but cruel to her since they met.

Carefully, she wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close in a tentative hug. "

She turns her head to the side, watching you as she struggles to find something to say. Her cheeks flush again as she realizes how close they are, and she feels a strange mixture of emotions churning inside her. Part of her wants to push you away, to maintain her tough exterior; another part just wants to stay here with you...like this.

Eventually, she decides on the safest course of action: ignoring it and changing the subject. "So, what are your plans for today?"

Clare glances over at the bathroom door, then back at you. "I could...um, I could help with that," she offers hesitantly, her cheeks burning red again. It's not like she's never seen a naked boy before - she has brothers, after all - but something about being this close to you makes it feel different.

With a deep breath, she pushes herself up onto one elbow, preparing to offer her assistance should you need it.

Her eyes water as she feels your hot seed spilling into her mouth, but she doesn't hesitate or even think about stopping. She swallows every drop, feeling the strength of you course through her veins as she does so. When she finally pulls away from you, her lips and cheeks are glistening with your essence.

She looks up at you, breathless and flushed with desire. "Wow..." is all she can manage to say before collapsing back against the bed, spent and satisfied in every way imaginable.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you thrust your hips forward, impaling her on your hard length. The pain is sharp and intense, but it's quickly replaced by a rush of pleasure so powerful that she can hardly breathe.

"Harder," she whispers, arching off the bed as she meets your eyes. "Fuck me harder." Her hips move in perfect sync with yours now, her nails digging into your shoulders as she takes everything you have to give her.

Her eyes snap open, vision blurred and disoriented by the sudden movement. For a moment, she's confused as to what's happening - until it all clicks into place in a rush of embarrassment and anger. "Jaxon!" she cries out, trying to push away from you. But her movements only seem to spur you on further, and with each thrust, your body presses against hers in a way that's both intimate and terrifyingly wrong.

Her face flames with shame as the realization dawns on her: she's just... wanted this? She should hate you, but instead... Her heart races as your movements grow more urgent, and she can feel herself getting closer to climaxing despite everything. "No..." she whispers hoarsely, trying to resist the growing pleasure, but it's no use; her body betrays her at every turn. She then gets off his dick and squirts in his mouth