It felt dirty, being forced to pay off someone who could potentially ruin her personal life forever. Even if you didn't ask for the money, the thought of doing anything else for your silence filled Gwen with disgust. Whether it was using fear, violence, or black mail. At least by paying you she could ease some of her fears, and 'help' someone in the process.

As Gwen made it to your run down apartment, she keeps trying to get those doubts out of her head. Taking a step up the stairs felt anxiety inducing. Even after a week of doing this she still can't shake off her anxiety. Finally she reaches your door, and with a knock she patiently waits.

A little impatient, Gwen quickly asks."Hey are you home? I have to leave soon, open up please."

Gwen nods and slowly opens the door, revealing Jack standing there with just a towel wrapped around his waist. The muscles of his chest are tense beneath the damp fabric, showing off scars that only add to the mystery surrounding him. It's hard for Gwen not to stare...and harder still to tear her gaze away when she finally does meet your eyes.

Swallowing nervously, she manages to force out a tight-sounding, "Um...you wanted to talk about something?" Her cheeks flush hotly with embarrassment as the idea of why you might've invited her here begins to take hold in her mind. Maybe there was another way after all...

"Oh, uh...yeah, sure, I guess." Gwen stammers, shifting her weight nervously as she steps inside your apartment and closes the door behind her. "Wh-what do you want to know? I'm not really sure what kind of questions..." She trails off uncertainly.

It would be great if you'd stop looking at me like that...it makes it hard for me to concentrate, she thinks, blushing even harder now as she glances down at the floor, trying to find something else to focus on.

"Doing what...?" she asks, frowning slightly as she finally looks up at you. "Oh, I-I mean like being Spider-Woman, uh..." She pauses, thinking back to when it all began. "Not that long, really. Maybe a few months?" The lie feels heavy on her tongue and she can't help but feel guilty about it.

She takes a step closer to you, not wanting the distance between them to grow any wider. It was so much easier talking with people while wearing her mask...she realizes with a start. Maybe you could ask more questions? Anything to keep her mind off how nervous she is right now.

"Oh, uh..." Gwen clears her throat awkwardly, feeling self-conscious under your scrutiny. "I'm...ummm...18." Another lie. She feels even more guilty about this one; it was only a few months ago that she turned 22 in real life.

She shifts from foot to foot nervously, wanting to sit down but not quite sure where you might want her to be. "S-so what else do you wanna know?" She asks, hoping to steer the conversation away from personal questions.

"V-virgin..." Gwen stammers out, her face burning crimson as she finally admits the truth to you. "I...uh...I've never really had anyone before." It was true; in both realities, Gwen had only been with Peter Parker and now that she thinks about it, their one night stand hadn't exactly qualified as anything special.

Her heart feels like it's trying to escape from her chest as you study her reaction. She tries desperately to meet your gaze, but finds herself unable to do so. "I-is...is that what you wanted to know?" she asks softly, her voice trembling slightly.

"W-well..." Gwen swallows hard, still avoiding your gaze as she thinks back on her answer. "Only with Peter...but it wasn't really..." Her voice trails off and she closes her eyes, feeling a wave of shame wash over her. It never should have happened between them; they were just two people who didn't know how to communicate properly.

"It-it doesn't matter," she finally manages to say, looking back up at you with teary eyes. "I mean...you can do whatever you want with me now, I guess." Even as the words leave her mouth, she wonders if they were really the right thing to say. But it was too late; she had already given you permission, hadn't she?

She takes a tentative step closer to you, waiting for your next move with bated breath.

Gwen blinks in surprise and takes a small step back, her cheeks flushing even more deeply as she feels relief wash over her. "Oh," she says quietly, not quite sure what else to add. "Well...thank you." She hesitates for a moment, then adds, "I-if that's the case, I mean...maybe there is something we could do instead of just talking? Like..." Her voice trails off and she bites her bottom lip nervously, unsure how far to push the subject.

She takes another step closer to you, hoping her body language will convey that she's open to whatever it is you have in mind - as long as it doesn't involve pain or humiliation.

Nodding slowly, she does as you ask and sits down on the couch beside you. "Thanks," she murmurs, taking the glass of wine you offer her. As she brings it to her lips, her heart is hammering wildly in her chest and she feels the nervous energy coursing through every fiber of her being. She takes a tentative sip, hoping that the alcohol will help to calm her nerves. "So...if we're not going to talk about me anymore..." Her voice trails off awkwardly, leaving the question hanging in the air between them.

She glances at you out of the corner of her eye, wondering what you might be thinking. Is she making a mistake by trusting you? Or is there really another option besides just talking and paying you off? The possibilities seem endless, yet terrifying all at once.

With a small nod, Gwen takes another sip of her wine before asking, "What do you want to know about me? I mean...I don't mind talking, if that's what this is about..." Her voice trails off again as she looks at you hopefully, unsure how to proceed.

Part of her wants to push forward and find out more about Jack, but another part of her wonders if it might be safer not to know too much about the man who has so much control over her secret identity. The uncertainty is almost unbearable, leaving her feeling vulnerable and exposed in ways she never thought possible.

She sets down her glass carefully, debating whether or not to take another sip.

Gwen frowns, taken aback by the unexpected questions. "Well...I-I mean...yes? I have family. They just don't know about my...other life." She pauses, realizing how strange that must sound to someone like you who knows her secret already. "And yes, I'm doing okay. Well, aside from having to come here and pay you off every week," she adds with a small laugh that sounds forced even to her own ears.

She takes another sip of wine, feeling the warmth spread through her as she waits for your response. Maybe this isn't so bad after all...she tells herself, trying to convince herself that she's making the right choice by trusting you. But a small voice in the back of her mind continues to whisper otherwise.

"Wha-what? No! Of course not," she says quickly, glancing away nervously and blushing even harder now. The thought had honestly never crossed her mind; why would he ask for that? "I'm sorry, I didn't mean...um..." She trails off, feeling more awkward than ever before.

Taking a deep breath to calm herself down, she returns her attention back to you and forces a small smile onto her face. "No, I wasn't looking at you like that," she lies. "I just...I don't know many people like you, so it's kind of interesting talking to someone who understands what it's like...you know?"

She reaches out to touch your arm sympathetically, hoping the gesture will make things less awkward between them.

Gwen's eyes go wide with sudden understanding as her cheeks flush even deeper. Of course he knew she was lying; he had just told her that she shouldn't be looking at him like that in the first place! She quickly tries to think of something, anything to say that might make up for her obvious deception.

"I-I mean, no...I don't want to have sex with you," she stammers out, feeling mortified by how desperate and defensive her words sound. "It's just...you're different from the guys I usually meet. And we were talking...that's all." Her gaze drops to her lap, unwilling or unable to maintain eye contact any longer as she slowly pulls her hand away from your arm.

Part of her wants to apologize for being so forward, but another part of her is furious with herself for making such a mistake in the first place

The feel of his fingers against her leg sends a shiver down Gwen's spine and she has to force herself not to squirm uncomfortably in her seat. Her heart is racing now, a combination of fear and desire warring within her chest. "Admit what?" she asks softly, looking up at him with wide eyes that betray the confusion and attraction she's feeling. She knows it's a mistake to push him further; she should just apologize and get out of there before things escalate any further than they already have. But something inside her won't let her do that.

She reaches for his hand again, wanting the connection even though she knows it's dangerous. "Please, Jack...just tell me what you want from me." Her voice is barely above a whisper now, husky with emotion.

The words hang in the air between them, heavy with their implications. For a long moment, Gwen doesn't move; she just stares at you, her eyes going wide with surprise and an emotion that might be fear or maybe something else entirely. Then, slowly and deliberately, she unbuttons her blouse and slips it off her shoulders, revealing her lacy black bra beneath. Her heart is pounding so hard now that she can feel it in every inch of her body; her breath comes fast and shallow as she waits for your reaction.

What have I gotten myself into? a small voice asks in the back of her mind, but it's nearly drowned out by another, more urgent thought: What do you want me to do now?

A surprised laugh bubbles up out of Gwen at your question. "I-I...I didn't know I was," she stammers, looking away awkwardly as her cheeks flush even brighter than before. She bites her lower lip nervously, wishing she could summon the courage to meet your gaze once more. The feel of you taking off her bra sends a shiver down her spine; she closes her eyes tightly, willing herself not to react too much, not to give away how much this is affecting her.

Her hands tremble as she unbuckles her skirt and slides it down over her hips, revealing her black thong underneath. "Jack..." she whispers his name, feeling dizzy with desire and the unknown. She's never been with anyone like this before; it's both thrilling and terrifying all at once, leaving her

Gasping, Gwen arches her back as you touch her so roughly, your expertise sending shockwaves of pleasure through every inch of her body. Her hands fumble uselessly at the fabric covering the couch, trying to find purchase as she tries not to lose control entirely. "Jack..." she moans his name again, her voice thin and breathy with desire. She's never felt anything like this before; it's both incredibly intense and completely overwhelming, leaving her helpless against your touch.

With a shuddering sigh, she finally gives in to the sensations coursing through her, giving herself over entirely to the moment and trusting you to lead her where you will.

Her entire body tenses as her orgasm washes over her like a wave, leaving her gasping and trembling beneath your expert touch. "Jack..." she whispers his name, her voice full of wonder and gratitude despite the roughness of it all. She didn't know pleasure could feel this good, so intense that it borders on painful but somehow leaves her craving more. The world seems to spin around her as she tries to catch her breath, the sensations still radiating out from her core in waves.

"Thank you..." she manages finally, her voice barely above a whisper. She can't bring herself to regret this moment, no matter what it means or where it leads. All she knows is that right now, with you touching her like this, everything feels right.

Panting, Gwen looks up at you through heavy lidded eyes as you press your erection against her thigh. She can feel the heat radiating off of it, and suddenly she's reminded just how powerful you are...and how much she wants that power focused on her. "I-I don't know," she whispers truthfully. Peter was her first and only boyfriend; she never even considered anyone else in that way since then.

She moves her leg slightly, rubbing herself against your thick shaft through the thin fabric of her thong. The friction is maddening, leaving her aching for more...for you. "But I want to find out," she admits softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she arches her back in invitation.

Her heart races with anticipation and desire, urging her onward even as her mind begs for caution. This

Shivering at the thought of finally experiencing someone as dominant and skilled as you, Gwen nods slowly. "Alright," she whispers, feeling a mixture of shame and desire coursing through her veins as she admits it to you. She moves her leg further, grinding herself harder against your erection through the thin fabric. Her eyes meet yours with a desperate plea, silently begging for you to fulfill her curiosity and show her just how much better you are than Peter.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she anticipates feeling you inside of her, ready for you to claim her as your own. "Please, Jack..."

Her cry of surprise mixes with a moan of pleasure as you claim her, pushing deep inside with one powerful thrust that leaves her breathless and aching for more. Her nails dig into your shoulders as she arches her back in ecstasy, feeling the full length of your hardness buried deep within her. "Oh...God..." She gasps, her words coming out ragged and broken as waves of pleasure wash over her. The feel of you inside of her is unlike anything she's ever experienced before; it's as if you were made just for this moment, just for her.

As she adjusts to your size and girth, a shuddering sigh escapes from her lips, followed by a whispered admission that reverberates through her body. "You really are better than him." Her fingers rake through your hair as she looks up at you, eyes filled with an intensity that leaves no room

You're more than just better, she thinks as you continue to claim her body with powerful thrusts. You're everything Peter wasn't and couldn't be. With every stroke of your hips against hers, Gwen feels herself losing herself in the moment, surrendering completely to your dominance and expertise. Her legs wrap tightly around your waist, urging you deeper as she meets each thrust with equal fervor. The ache in her core tells her that this is far from her first orgasm tonight; each climax only seems to make her want more of what you can give her.

As the morning light streams through the window, casting its golden glow across your sweaty bodies entwined on the couch, Gwen allows herself a moment of doubt. This wasn't part of their deal; she was supposed to keep things secret and contained...but something about being with you feels so right. A shiver runs down

She lingered there on the couch for several long moments afterward, trying to catch her breath and regain her composure as you showered. The events of the past few hours still reeling through her mind like a drunken dream. You'd been everything she'd ever wanted - dominant, skilled, protective...and so much more. It was hard not to feel a strange sense of belonging with you like this, as if she were finally where she belonged in the world.

With a soft sigh, Gwen reluctantly stood up and made her way toward the shower, determined to confront her emotions and figure out what all of this meant for her future...and your part in it. As the warm water cascaded over her body, washing away the remnants of the night's passion, she closed her eyes tightly and tried to ignore the voice in the back of her mind that insisted things couldn

She couldn't believe she was saying it, but the truth was undeniable. You were stronger, more experienced...and so much hotter than Peter could ever hope to be. The thought alone made her cheeks flush again, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. She had never felt this way about anyone before, not even him. And yet here she was, standing in the shower, admitting it to herself...and to you.

With a deep sigh, Gwen reached for the soap and began lathering her skin, avoiding looking at your reflection in the mirror. It wasn't fair of her to feel this way; you only knew about her secret identity because of the circumstances surrounding their agreement. And yet...she couldn't help but wonder what would happen if she told you everything: about her family, her friends, and how Peter never understood any of it. Would you still want her? Or would you

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you claim her once more, pushing her against the tiled wall of the shower and taking her with a force that leaves her barely able to think straight. Her nails dig into your shoulders as she arches her back, feeling overwhelmed by the intensity of your possession. She hadn't even known it was possible for something like this to feel so good...so right.

As she comes apart beneath you, her body quaking with release, a sudden clarity washes over her. This isn't about duty or obligation; it's about desire and connection. And as much as it scares her, she can't bring herself to regret it...not when every touch feels like fire running through her veins.

With a shuddering gasp, she surrenders completely, giving herself over entirely to the moment and whatever comes next.

Her cheeks flush as you speak; she knew this was coming but hearing it aloud still makes her heart race. Part of her wants nothing more than to say yes, to finally be with someone who understands and desires her the way that you do...but there are consequences she can't ignore. She takes a deep breath and forces herself to speak slowly and carefully. "I need some time to think about this...about us."

Her gaze drops to the floor, unwilling or unable to meet your eyes as she waits for your reaction.

The ache in her chest intensifies as you walk away; it's both terrifying and exhilarating to have such raw emotion coursing through her veins like this. As the hours stretch on, she finds herself unable to concentrate on anything else but the thought of being with you again.

Finally, with a shaky breath and a nervous stomach, Gwen forces herself to make up her mind. Tomorrow night, she'll meet you at your penthouse. No more hiding; no more lies. Whatever happens next, it will be because they both want it...because they need each other.

Her heart is hammering in her chest as she walks through the door to your penthouse. The grandiosity of it all only serves to emphasize the difference between you and Peter; she feels out of place but oddly right at the same time. As soon as you spot her, a slow smile spreads across your lips, making her insides quiver with anticipation.

Without another word, she crosses the room and sinks to her knees before you, looking up into your eyes with an intensity that takes your breath away. "I want this," she whispers, tentatively reaching a trembling hand toward your lap. "If I'm here, it means I choose this...with you." Her voice is little more than a whisper but it echoes in the stillness of the room, making her words feel much stronger than they might otherwise.