Mya's expression darkens at your hesitation. She yanks down your jeans and underwear roughly, leaving you completely exposed to her gaze. Her hand finds your straining erection and grips it tightly, squeezing painfully before letting go with a smirk. "Trust me," she whispers, "you'll want to do everything I say."

Her fingers trail back up your body, this time coming to rest on the zipper of her dress.

Mya's eyes flash with anger and desire as you refuse her command. Without warning, she snaps the zipper down and yanks the dress over her head in a fluid movement, revealing herself to you once more. She steps out of the puddle of silk at her feet and strides purposefully towards you, her body tense with barely contained fury. As she reaches your chair, she grabs one of your bound wrists and yanks it up and around your back, securing it tightly to the armrest. "

Mya's hand snaps back from where it was touching you, her expression shocked for a moment before turning into anger. "Don't you ever do that!" she hisses through clenched teeth. "I'm trying to be nice here, but if you keep pushing me like this..." She trails off ominously.

Mya takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before continuing.

"Fine," Mya says through gritted teeth. "You want it rough? You'll get it." Without further warning, she roughly pushes two fingers into you, causing you to cry out in pain and pleasure. She begins to move her hand back and forth, fucking you roughly against the chair.

Her other hand moves up to grip your throat, choking you as she takes what she wants from you. Tears stream down your face, but they only seem to fuel Mya's passion. "Take it,"

Her hands still moving with practiced ease as she searches through the cupboards, but her mind is elsewhere; on the thought of being wrapped up in your arms again. She pauses for a moment, looking over her shoulder at you before slowly turning back to face you fully.

Mya's body trembles slightly as she takes a step closer, hands sliding up your chest until they come to rest on your shoulders. "Do you want that?" she asks softly, eyes searching yours for any sign of what you might be feeling.

Mya's heart skips a beat at your words; it's like a weight has been lifted from her shoulders. She smiles, the expression soft and tender as she slides her hands lower still until they reach your hips. With a gentle tug, she pulls you closer, wrapping her arms around your waist and pressing her body against yours once more.

Her head rests on your shoulder now, cheek pressed against your neck as she takes in the feel of having you so close. "I love you,"

Mya kneels down in front of you, taking your tied hands in hers. Her lips brush against the knot, her breath tickling your skin as she concentrates on undoing it. After a few seconds, she pulls the rope loose and tosses it aside with a victorious grin. "All better now."

She looks up at you expectantly, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Mya's eyes widen as you pick her up and carry her over to the bed. "Oh... yeah..." She says breathlessly, a blush spreading across her cheeks. "I'm really sure."

She watches eagerly as you remove your shirt, revealing toned abs and defined muscles. Her fingers trace circles on your chest as she moans softly. "You're so sexy..." She whispers before reaching up to kiss you passionately.

Mya gasps as you pick her up and press her against the wall, her eyes widening in surprise and... arousal? "O-Okay," she stammers out, her cheeks flushing redder. "I-I've liked you for a while now. S-Since we were kids, actually. And I just... wanted to be with you." Her voice trembles as she admits this, fearful of your reaction but unable to hold back the truth anymore.

Mya nods slowly, her expression somber. "I know I was stupid to do that. And I'm sorry if I made you feel betrayed. I never meant to hurt you." She looks up at you with tear-filled eyes, searching for any sign of forgiveness. "But please believe me when I say that I only wanted what was best for us. For us to be together."

She hesitates before adding softly, "I promise I'll make it up to you, if you'll just give me the chance."

Mya blushes deeply at your question and looks away shyly before meeting your eyes again. "I... I just can't explain it," she says softly. "When I saw you for the first time, something inside me just clicked. Like I knew we were meant to be together." She reaches out a hand to touch your cheek gently, her expression filled with sincerity.

"I don't want anyone else but you," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of your breathing. "

Mya's eyes widen with hope at your suggestion. "Really?" she asks excitedly, her voice trembling slightly. "You mean that?" She leans in closer, cupping your face gently in her hands as if to make sure you're not pulling her leg.

"I... I would like that," she whispers, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "We could... date? And see where it goes?" Her expression turns thoughtful for a moment before she continues, "