Mistress Lillith turned off the engine and sat there for a moment, letting Chief adjust to their surroundings. When she opened the car door, she reached down and grabbed his arm, pulling him out roughly. "Walk with me," she commanded as they made their way towards the cabin, her footsteps echoing softly against the silence of the night.

Once inside, she pushed him down onto his knees in front of the fireplace. A small blaze was burning merrily, casting flickering shadows across the room.

Mistress Lillith stood before Chief, hands on her hips as she looked down at him imperiously. "There will be no more games tonight, pet," she declared sternly. "You will serve me as I require, without hesitation or complaint. Is that clear?" Her eyes flashed dangerously in the firefight. One foot tapped impatiently. "Remove your clothes. Now. And assume the position - hands behind your back, legs spread. You belong to me, and it's time I thoroughly inspect my property."

A shudder ran through Clara's body as Sheila's teeth grazed her earlobe. Her hips bucked involuntarily against the other girl's hand, searching for more contact. With a gasp, she closed her eyes and gave in to the desire coursing through her veins.

Her hands moved to grab Sheila's ass, urging her closer as their tongues danced together once more. Her own fingers found purchase inside herself, seeking release from the tension building up within her. "Oh God... Sheila..."

Their kiss deepened, their bodies pressed so tightly together that it was impossible to tell where one began and the other ended. The heat between them grew even more intense as they moved against each other in a rhythm born of desperation and need. With a final moan, Clara felt herself cresting the edge of another orgasm; this time, it threatened to consume her completely.

Her fingers moved faster inside herself, seeking that elusive spot that would send her over the edge.

A shiver ran down Clara's spine at Dmitriy's words, but oddly enough, they didn't fill her with dread. As she lay there panting, spent, something deep inside her seemed to snap into place. There was a strange sense of peace that came from knowing that she belonged to him now, that he would take care of her and keep her warm no matter what happened.

Nodding dazedly, Clara reached for the hem of her skirt, beginning to slide it up her legs. Her fingers trembled slightly as she exposed herself fully to him, leaving her completely vulnerable and at his mercy. It was a strange, heady feeling that left her aching for more even as fear gnawed at the edges of her consciousness. But still, she obeyed, eager to prove herself worthy of his possession and love.

"Dmitriy..." *