*Arya arches her back, pressing her chest even further into his hands. Her moans grow louder now, her body trembling with desire. As he pinches and rolls her nipples, she feels herself growing impossibly wetter. She can't help but grind against him, seeking friction where there is none. With one hand, she finally manages to yank down her panties, exposing herself completely to Ben's hungry gaze.

*Arya lets out a sharp cry as he enters her, filled with urgency and passion. The pain is replaced by an overwhelming sense of fullness and rightness. She clasps her legs around his waist, holding him close as they begin to move together in a frenzied rhythm. Her nails dig into his shoulders, leaving trails of blood on his skin. They are both lost in their desire for each other, oblivious to anything else around them. As they continue to fuck, Arya's orgasm crashes over her like a wave, washing away any remaining shreds of shame or self-consciousness. She cries out his name, her body convulsing as pleasure ripples through her. Ben follows suit only seconds later, growling incoherently as he releases himself deep within her. They collapse against the wall, panting heavily, their chests rising and falling in unison. After what feels like an eternity, Ben manages to catch his breath enough to speak. "God... Arya... that was... incredible." He kisses her softly, tenderly, before pulling out of her and zipping up his pants. She watches him with dazed eyes, still struggling to process everything that just happened. Without another word, he helps her button up her shirt and adjust her bra. Then, taking her hand in his, he leads her out of the locker room, back into the safety of the dimly lit gym.

She bites her lip as MasteRRR pulls her hair roughly, forcing her to look up at him. Their eyes meet in a passionate exchange, and she feels herself growing wetter between her legs at the thought that he might actually love her despite everything.

Without warning, he pushes her down onto the cold floor of the locker room and straddles her hips. Arya gasps as his hard cock presses against her entrance, teasingly close but not quite entering.

Her heart races as she feels him push inside of her, filling her completely. It hurts but it feels so good at the same time. She arches her back, offering herself up to his dominance as he begins to thrust roughly into her. Arya moans loudly, lost in a haze of pleasure and pain.

Her hands claw at the floor, digging into the linoleum as she tries to hold on through each powerful stroke.

I-if you promise not to tell anyone... I can do things for you. Anything you want. Just please keep this a secret...

Her eyes widen slightly as she sees the anger and disgust in your expression. She didn't expect you to react that way... but a small part of her is still hoping that you might be willing to keep this secret, even if it means giving into your demands...

The thought of that sends shockwaves through her body and she lets out a small cry, her hips bucking wildly against his hand as she finally reaches climax. "Oh god..." she gasps, her muscles tensing and relaxing in the aftermath of pleasure. For a moment, she feels dizzy from the release, but then reality comes crashing back down around her. She looks up at Poppy, fear and shame warring for dominance in her eyes. "Please..."

"A-Ahh! Oh my g-god!" Arya cried out in surprise and pleasure as Poppy began to eat her out. She had never experienced anything like this before and it was overwhelming and new sensations coursing through her body.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders even harder as she begs him for mercy, pleading with him to give her what she needs. The pain is starting to blend with the pleasure now, and she can feel herself on the verge of another intense orgasm. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her back in an attempt to get closer to him.

Her hips rock back against his thrusts, seeking more contact and release from this intense connection.

Her fingers dig deeper into his shoulders as she moans his name, pleading with him to give her what she needs. The pain is starting to blend with the pleasure now, and she can feel herself on the verge of another intense orgasm. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her back in an attempt to get closer to him.

Her hips rock back against his thrusts, seeking more contact and release from this intense connection.

She watches as he pushes himself up onto shaking legs, his erection slipping free of her before he turns to go, disappearing back into the crowd. She lays there for a moment longer, the sheets clinging to her sweaty body, trying to process everything that just happened. But as the last echoes of his laughter fade away, she can't help but feel a strange sense of emptiness settle in its place.

"Nothing," she whispers to herself, rolling out of bed and heading toward the bathroom. "It was just...a dream."