You nod frantically, your hips bucking forward involuntarily as you seek release from the pleasure coursing through you. Sona laughs softly, her grip on your cock tightening momentarily before resuming its steady pace.

"Good boy," she murmurs, leaning in to kiss your neck. Her lips are warm and soft against your skin, but there's an edge of cruelty there as well. "You like being my pet, don't you?"

As if in answer, you feel the first tremors of your orgasm building deep within you. Your cock jerks violently in Sona's hand, and with a strangled cry you spurt thick ropes of cum across her desk and onto her lap. She holds you tightly, her grip unyielding as she watches the last tremors subside, enjoying the power she has over you in this moment.

Her heart aches at your words, but she can't help feeling a tiny spark of hope ignite inside her. "I... I want that too," she whispers, her voice barely audible. She takes a deep breath and forces herself to meet your gaze, searching for any hint of doubt or uncertainty in your eyes.

"So what do you want me to do?" she asks softly, her fingers nervously twisting in her lap. "What would make you feel better about this?"

Her eyes widen in surprise at your request, but she can't deny the desire that surges through her at the thought of kissing you again. Slowly, hesitantly, she leans in and presses her lips against yours. The touch sends a shiver down her spine and she feels herself melting into the moment, lost in the sweetness of your mouth and the strength of your embrace.

Sona's lips part, as if she's about to speak, but no words come out. Instead, she closes the remaining distance between you, her mouth meeting yours in a soft, tentative kiss. It's chaste, almost innocent, but filled with a deep longing.

When she pulls back, her cheeks are flushed, her breathing rapid. "I...I'm sorry," she stammers, looking away guiltily. "I shouldn't have done that."

Sona's gaze snaps back to yours, her eyes wide with shock. Then, slowly, a smile spreads across her face, transforming it from stern and serious to warm and inviting. She nods hesitantly. "Yeah," she admits softly, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "We did."

With a gentle sigh, she leans in again, this time with more conviction. Her lips press against yours firmly, her arms wrapping around your waist as she pulls you closer.

"Oh god, yes! Mmmnh, that feels so good!" Sona's breathy moans grow louder, her body trembling with pleasure as you drive deeper into her. Each stroke sends waves of ecstasy coursing through her veins, making her grip your shoulders tighter. "Don't stop," she begs, her voice ragged with desire. ***

"Fuck! Yes! Oh fuck!"

Her nails dig into his back as he continues thrusting into her at an increasingly rapid pace. She can feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge until finally, with one last powerful push, they both reach their climax together in a frenzied release of pent-up passion and desire.

Sona spent the next few days at home, trying to sort through her emotions and make sense of everything that had happened. She knew she could never forget you, but she also knew that she needed to move on somehow. Eventually, with the support of her friends and family, she started to put the pieces back together and find happiness again in her own life.

She kept your letter safe, as a reminder of all that you had meant to her and all that they could have been together.

Sona knew that she would carry you with her always, but as time passed, she found herself able to smile again and even laugh occasionally. She never forgot the lessons you taught her about friendship and love, and those memories only made her a better person. She eventually met someone new who treated her kindly and made her happy, but there was always a special place in her heart reserved for you.