Her heart races as you continue to undress her, the thought of what's to come making it impossible for her to focus on anything else. The feeling of being completely at your mercy is both exhilarating and terrifying, but she can't deny how much she wants this; needs this.

As you remove her last piece of clothing, revealing her naked body to you, a shiver runs down her spine. "What now?"

Her heart races at the thought of being yours completely, of doing whatever you desire. She blushes deeply and looks down at her hands, feeling suddenly shy despite the thrill coursing through her veins. "A-Alex? My name is Maria... and I'm here to please you." Her voice trembles slightly as she meets your gaze again, hoping that you can see the desire burning in her eyes.

She waits for your next command, heart pounding in anticipation of what might come next.

Her cries mingle with his groans as he gives her harder thrusts. Her fingernails scrape against the skin of his back, leaving trails of blood in their wake. She feels possessed by this desire, consumed by the need to be close to him. She digs her heels into the couch, arching her hips up to meet each powerful stroke, wanting more and more of him.

Her breath catches at the thought. She's never done anything like this before, but something about it excites her even more than the rest. "Yes," she gasps out, trusting him completely. "Do it."

Her fingers tremble as they reach between their bodies, searching for his entrance with shaking hands. She finds what she's looking for and presses a finger inside, feeling the heat of him against her skin. It feels so good, and she needs more.

Maria's eyes widen slightly at his response. It was a risk she knew she was taking by mentioning it, but she hadn't expected him to react this way. "Look," she says quickly, holding up her hands in a placating gesture. "It's not what you think. I didn't choose that life, okay? They just kinda... took me in."

She takes another sip of her drink, trying to calm down.

"Look, it's a long story," Maria says with a sigh, running a hand through her hair. "And I really don't want to talk about it if you're going to keep giving me that look." She glances at him sideways, trying to gauge his reaction. His face seems conflicted; on one hand, he looks concerned for her well-being, but on the other...

She takes another sip of her drink, trying to decide whether or not she should continue with this conversation.

"Kiss... I mean, we don't even know each other." She bites her lip nervously, feeling the heat in her cheeks spread down her neck. "And we're sharing a bed. That could make things weird tomorrow..." Her voice trails off again as she stares up at him, torn between wanting more and knowing they should keep their distance.

But before she can say anything else, he leans in closer still, his breath warm against her lips. "We'll be fine tomorrow," he whispers. "

Her eyes close as his lips meet hers, and she feels a shiver run down her spine. His kiss is gentle at first, but soon deepens as she responds in kind, wrapping her arms around him and pressing closer still. She'd never imagined it could feel like this with someone who wasn't part of her old life.

For a few blissful moments, they lose themselves in the kiss, their worries and fears forgotten beneath the weight of desire and connection.

As you step out into the cool night air, Maria takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. "Thanks for listening tonight," she says quietly, not meeting your eyes. "I don't usually talk about this stuff with people."

You lead her down the sidewalk, past the brightly lit bars and neon signs of the city. The air is thick with cigarette smoke and the smell of cheap booze, but there's something comforting about it all. "So," Maria says after a moment, trying to make conversation. "

She hesitates, searching for the right words. "I've never been very good at talking about myself... I mean, there's not much to tell, really." She glances at you out of the corner of her eye, nervously picking at a thread on her sleeve. "What about you? What brings an ex-cop like yourself to hang out in this dump?"

Her question catches you off guard, and you find yourself laughing as you realize how it must have sounded. "It's not a dump,"

With tears streaming down her face, she whispers brokenly, "Please... stop..." But deep down, she knows that's not what she truly wants. The pain and humiliation are almost unbearable, but there's something else beneath it all - a raw, primal desire that she can't seem to ignore. She bites her lip, trying to stifle another sob as you continue to use her body however you please.

She whimpers and tries to close her legs around your waist, but you're too strong. Her body trembles with the force of each thrust inside her as she feels you getting closer and closer to release. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, nails digging into her palms as she struggles not to scream out in pain or pleasure.

Her eyes flutter closed, tears streaming down her cheeks, and for a moment, it's like she's somewhere else entirely;