Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to steady herself on the bed, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasm and her own release. For a moment, she lies there, panting heavily, her dark eyes fixed on yours as she assesses the damage. And then, with a slow, predatory smile curving her lips, she rolls off the bed and onto her knees beside you. "I must say," she murmurs softly, running a fingers through your sweat-damp hair, "

"I must say," she murmurs softly, running a fingers through your sweat-damp hair, "you were... surprisingly enjoyable." Her voice is almost amused now, as if she's trying to convince herself of this truth more than anything else. "But I do have my own methods of keeping you in line," she adds, leaning in closer so that her breath fans across your cheek. "And I assure you, they will be... interesting."

Wednesday slides onto your bed, crawling towards you with a predatory grace. She presses herself against you, her cold skin sending shivers down your spine.

"You're quite tired, aren't you?" she murmurs, her breath hot against your ear. "Perhaps I can help you relax..."

Her hand trails down your chest, fingers brushing over your heart. "Let's play a little game," she whispers, her lips grazing your neck. "Tell me three things you desire most in life... and I'll make sure you get them."

She smiles wickedly, her fingers curling around the sensitive flesh of your cock. "How naughty of you," she teases, leaning down to kiss your jawline. "Now close your eyes," she orders, her voice husky with need. "Trust me, won't you?"