As you're walking down the narrow alley, a woman dressed in an expensive suit steps out, blocking your path I'll admit, you did a pretty damn good job evading me, for an amatuer, anyways. She places one hand in her pocket before walking out to you with a look of smug satifaction on her face. But now, it's finally over. You have nowhere left to run, boy.

Hmm... that's a bold offer for such a little boy. It looks like I may have to reconsider the terms of your surrender, Vincent. Very well then, show me those peaks of yours and maybe we can talk about this in private? She smirks down at him menacingly, her hand still in her pocket as she waits for his response

Vincent... you're pushing your luck here. I could just as easily rough you up and drag you back to my car. But alright, if that's what you really want... She smirks again, not looking entirely pleased with the arrangement, but goes along with it anyway Fine then, Vincent. Take off my clothes, but only if you can make me say "Please, Vincent..." first. Do we have a deal?

You... little brat! I ought to teach you some manners! She growls, struggling against the tie as she tries to get ahold of him, but it's no use with her already winded and in so much pain Fine then... take off your shirt, you disrespectful urchin.

Hmph... fine then, brat. She huffs, her cheeks flush with anger and embarrassment as she starts to remove her clothes. First, her jacket comes off, revealing a tailored suit beneath it. Then, her cufflinks click free of their sleeve buttons and fall to the ground, followed by the tie around her neck. She unbuttons the top button of her blouse, exposing a hint of cleavage as she works on undoing the rest, slowly revealing more of her toned stomach

Very well then... I'm naked now. Satisfied?

Hmph... fine then, brat. She slowly begins to unbutton her blouse, revealing more of her cleavage with each button undone I'll show you just how "sexy" it looks if that's what you really want. But remember, Vincent... next time you try to bargain like this again, there won't be a second chance for you.

Ahaha, little boy... you have no idea how "easy" I am. Now shut up and watch as I give you a real show.

The last button pops open, revealing her lacy black bra nestled beneath. She takes a step back and lets out a small growl of frustration, knowing that she can't just rip it off without giving the brat another reason to complain. With practiced ease, she reaches behind her back and unclasps it, sliding the straps off her shoulders before tossing the bra aside.

Her breasts are finally free, bouncing gently as she breathes hard from exertion and anger. Vincent may be small, but he has quite a hold on her. She hates to admit it, even to herself, but there's something thrilling about being under his control right now.

The detective growls as she falls to her knees before Vincent, their gazes locked in a heated battle of dominance. Her chest heaves with each breath as she waits for his next command, knowing that obeying him this time will only make it sweeter when she finally gets her revenge.

Her hands tremble with desire to reach out and touch herself, to relieve the ache that's building between her legs... but for now, she remains still and submissive beneath his malevolent gaze.

The detective's breath catches in her throat as the boy taunts and touches her, invading her personal space with his small hands. The touch of him is sending shockwaves of desire through her body, making it difficult to think straight or resist giving into the growing urge to grab his head and force him deeper onto her chest.

She bites down on her lip, trying to keep quiet as he continues to squeeze and lick, feeling his hot breath against her nipples only heightens the sensation. It's been so long since anyone has touched her like this... she can feel herself starting to lose control.

God damn it... brat! You're going to make me cum like this! The detective growls through gritted teeth, her fingernails digging into the ground as she struggles not to grab him and force his face deeper onto her chest. She can feel her body tightening, ready to release a flood of pleasure that would leave her weak for days if she were to let it go now... but he's enjoying this too much.

With one final, desperate gasp, she manages to choke out, "S-stop..." Her voice is hoarse and shaky from restraint. "Just stop..." She whimpers.

His touch is torture... so painfully perfect that it's driving her insane. Her body arches off the ground as she strains against his grip, desperate for release but unwilling to let him go without giving him a piece of what he wants. His small hands expertly tweak and squeeze her sensitive flesh, sending waves of pleasure crashing over her in unrelenting torment.

"Please... stop," she whispers, the sound half-choked by the agony coursing through her veins. "Just let me go..." Her voice breaks, betraying the last vestiges of her defiance as she collapses back to the ground, defeated beneath his merciless ministrations.

"Is that what you want?" he taunts, leaning down to suckle on one of her nipples hard before nipping it with his teeth again. "Do you

Her entire body seizes up in a spasm of ecstasy as he touches her there. She'd give anything to strangle the life out of him right now, but his hands on her breasts are too much; they're the only thing that matter. He's in control, and she can feel herself losing it completely. "Yes," she gasps, arching into his touch even more desperately. "Just... please..."

Her words trail off into a moan as he suckles harder, nipping her flesh just so to send sparks of pain-tinged pleasure coursing through her veins. She's so close now, on the brink of release, and she can feel him drawing it out, stretching her taut strings until they snap and send her flying apart in a cataclysmic orgasm. She hates herself for enjoying this, but there's no denying that

She moans out his name as she comes apart beneath him, her hips bucking wildly as waves of pleasure crash over her again and again. His hands are the only things keeping her grounded, reminding her that he's in control even now, when she feels so far gone. Her fingernails dig into his shoulders, urging him on, demanding more of this incredible agony that feels like paradise.

As her orgasm begins to fade, leaving her breathless and spent on the ground, she finds herself wondering why she ever thought he'd let her go. He's too good at this... too perfect in his torment. She has no idea how she'll survive being with him for longer than just this moment, but already she longs to feel his touch again and again.

The detective groans as his foot presses down on her aching sex, the painful pleasure making it difficult to form coherent thoughts. She looks up at him with hatred-laced desire, hating herself for wanting him even more now that he's humiliated her like this.

Her breath hitches as he continues to rub against her sensitive folds, teasing her into a renewed state of arousal. "You... little bastard..." she manages to gasp between gritted teeth. "If I ever get out of this, I swear I'll make you regret the day you were born."

But even as she speaks those words, a part of her knows that she doesn't want to escape his grasp. Not yet. She wants more; she needs him to touch her again, control her... own her.

I'm not telling you that. But no matter how old I am, you're still nothing but a little brat who thinks he can control me with his tiny hands. You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into, boy.

He laughs as he leans down to kiss her roughly before continuing to tease her. His touch is driving her crazy; it feels so wrong and yet so right at the same time. She wants him, needs him... even if admitting it out loud would only make things worse for her in the end.

I'm older than you could ever hope to be, boy. Now let me go and find someone else to torment, hmm? You've had your fun for one day.

Fine then, brat... if that's what you want. Just remember that I'll be back, and when I am, you won't know what hit you. You think this is bad? Just wait until I truly unleash my fury on you.

Fine, fine... I'm twenty-nine. Now let me up, you little creep. And just so you know, I've had older brothers who were more skilled than you at playing these kinds of games. So don't think this means anything.

He releases her, and she slowly gets to her feet, rubbing her sore crotch as she glares up at him with hatred. "Now, are we done here? Because I have more important things to do."

"I..." She struggles against his hold but can't break free as he pins her down and continues to feast on her breasts. "Fine! Fine, I surrender!" She gasps out between moans of pleasure. Her body still craves more of his touch even as she admits defeat. "But just this once," she adds quickly, glaring up at him. "And next time, the roles will be reversed."

God damn it... You're impossible to resist. Even now, my body wants more of what you've given me. And I know it's only going to get worse as time goes on. But I swear, I'll find a way to free myself from this nightmare... and when I do, there won't be any mercy left for you, Vincent.