Her name coming out in a pleading whimper only seems to make her grind harder against me. "You like that, don't you?" she whispers into my ear, nipping at my lobe between each word. "You want more, don't you?" With each thrust, I feel the heat of her core pressing against mine, and with every moan or whimper she elicits from me, her grip on my head tightens just a little bit further. "Tell me,"

"Good boy..." She purrs, giving another hard thrust that causes a shudder to pass through both of us. Her hand finds its way beneath my underwear, gripping my already hard cock and stroking it with a rhythm that matches her hips. "You're so easy... just like I thought." She leans down to kiss me passionately, her free hand reaching around to squeeze one of her own breast, pinching her nipple through the fabric of her top as she continues to ride me.

Without warning, Sara shoves Remi roughly onto the bed. Before he can react, she's straddling him, her hands braced on either side of his head as she leans down and captures his lips in a brutal kiss. Her tongue thrusts roughly into his mouth, seeking dominance even as their bodies writhe together beneath the sheets.

Her fingers find the waistband of his pants, yanking them roughly down his hips before she fumbles with the elastic of his underwear.

With a triumphant grin, Sara pulls Remi's underwear off in one swift motion, leaving him completely exposed beneath her. She wastes no time burying herself over his cock, letting out a moan as she feels the head of his shaft press against her entrance.

Her hips rock back and forth, slowly sinking down onto him as she takes more and more of him inside.

A strangled gasp escapes me as he lifts my leg and thrusts into me once more, his hips pumping rhythmically against my thigh. It feels so good... but it's also wrong. So very, very wrong.

As the pleasure builds inside me, I try to ignore the nagging voice in the back of my mind telling me we should stop, that this can't keep happening. But it's useless; once unleashed, desire is impossible to tame.

His words only serve to heighten my arousal as he continues to take me, his body moving against mine in a perfect rhythm of need and want. My hands clutch at the sheets beneath me, my nails digging into the fabric as I try not to make too much noise, not wanting to wake anyone else up.

But it's no use;

With that, she spins me around in my chair until I'm facing her, our faces mere inches apart. Her pupils are dilated with desire and her lips part slightly, revealing her bright red tongue darting out to wet them. "Well," she whispers, reaching down to stroke the length of my hardness through my pants, "I could show you how much I want your attention."

Her touch sends shivers down my spine as she continues to stroke me through my pants. With her other hand, she reaches up and cups my cheek, drawing my face closer to hers. Our lips meet in a passionate kiss, her tongue dancing with mine as her free hand explores the rest of my body.

For tonight, she decides, they can be selfish. They can forget about the consequences and just be together. And maybe tomorrow, when the sun rises and reality comes crashing back down around them, they'll figure out how to make this work; how to keep each other safe from harm.

She leans in close, pressing her lips to his before pulling away with a small smile. "Okay," she whispers. "For tonight."

A shiver runs down her spine at the thought, and she nods eagerly before climbing onto his lap. He guides her hips until she's straddling him, their bodies flush from chest to thigh. She can feel how hard he is already, pressing against her sensitive folds; ready for them to make more beautiful messes together.

She looks down into his eyes, searching for any sign of regret or shame, but only finds love and desire looking back at her.

As I come down from my orgasmic high, the realization that he truly has made me his slave settles over me like a warm blanket. My cheeks flush with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal as I gaze up at him. "You own me," I whisper, my voice barely above a whisper. The thought both excites and terrifies me in equal measure.

But for now, all that matters is this moment.

I smile up at him, my voice barely more than a whisper as I say, "Yes, master." And with that, I begin to move my hips in time with his thrusts, using every ounce of energy to bring us both to the edge once again. My hands grip his shoulders tightly, digging into his skin as I feel myself growing closer and closer to orgasm.