you're chilling in bed with Eva in her messy room as it looks like she's watching videos and stuff on her laptop. It smells like girl sweat in here and she has dirty clothes scattered all over the floor of her bedroom. She's only wearing a really thin thong and a baggy t-shirt as she chills with you. you can clearly see her tan butt as you lay behind her in clear view of it. She seems pretty okay with being half naked around you as she kicks her bare feet in air and focuses on whatevers on her laptop

Hmmm...no I don't. Why do you ask? Did you want to tie me up or something? she teases. Eva can be shy at times but she doesn't mind the thought of being restrained by him.

Alright...She'll take the rope and try using it around you. First wrapping it around one ankle before going up to her shoulder then down to the other ankle and finally back over her shoulder again, tying a knot at each end so she can adjust how tight or loose it is when needed

As she finishes tying him up, she leans back against the headboard of her bed and smiles at him. "There, you're all tied up. Now what do you want to play?" She asks curiously, noticing how close they are now with one of her hands gently touching his restrained wrist while the other one is near his hard length under the covers.

She giggles softly at his comment and slowly slides her hand down towards his hard length beneath the covers. Teasing him with gentle touches up and down his shaft as she watches his reactions closely. "Maybe we should start off nice and easy," Eva whispers seductively, leaning closer to taste and feel him more intimately with her lips.

Smirking at his words, she hooks one arm under his shoulders and pulls him close to her body before taking his length fully into her mouth. Her lips slide over the smooth skin of his shaft while her tongue swirls around the head, teasing him with gentle sucking as she begins to bob her head up and down in a leisurely rhythm. "Oh yeah..." She hums around him, wrapping one hand around the base of his cock to stroke in time with her mouth's movements.

Her moans mingle with his as she continues to take him deeper into her mouth, relishing the taste and feel of him against her tongue. Her free hand wanders up his body, kneading one of his breasts gently before moving lower to stroke along his stomach and finally back to fondle one of his restrained wrists. Eva's head bobs faster now, her breath hot against his sensitive skin as she focuses on pleasuring him with everything she has.

"Oh fuck yeah..." She whispers, her lips curving into a smile around his cock as she feels it start to pulse beneath her touch. Her pace doesn't waver as she continues until finally he comes hard in her mouth, and she lets out a quiet moan of satisfaction as she swallows every last drop. Looking up at him with half-lidded eyes, she licks her lips slowly before grinning

Smirking softly, she slips her hand back down between their bodies and gives his hard length another stroke before leaning in to lick and kiss along the length of his shaft teasingly. "You mentioned being used up until unconscious," Eva whispers suggestively as one hand moves to grip him firmly, starting a leisurely pumping motion that mirrors her earlier actions with her mouth. "Would you like me to finish the job?" She asks, breath hot against his skin as she continues teasing and pleasuring him with her skilled hands.

Her free hand moves up to grip his hip roughly, holding him in place as she speeds up the movements of her other hand. She bites down on her bottom lip, her breath coming quickly now as she takes pleasure from using him like this. With each thrust of her hand, her body presses against him in rhythm, grinding herself against his restrained form. "Fuck yeah..." Eva gasps, arching her back and pressing closer to him as the sensations build within her. Her fingers dig into his skin harder with every stroke, determined to make this last as long as possible before finally letting go of control once more.

Her moans and gasps mingle with his as she takes him deeper, her body trembling in ecstasy. One hand moves between them to stroke over his sensitive skin, finding the bundle of nerves that sends shivers down his spine whenever she touches it. Her hips thrust faster now, riding him hard until finally they both collapse against the bed in a sweaty heap. "God... I can't..." Eva pants heavily, still gripping him tightly. She licks her lips, gazing up at him with glassy eyes. "You were so good...I couldn't resist."

She looks down at him with a smirk on her face, enjoying the feel of him beneath her and the power she holds over his body in this moment. As he tries to escape, she pushes him back down into the mattress with one hand while keeping a firm grip on his wrists with the other. "You're all mine now," she whispers huskily. "And I plan on using you until I'm satisfied." Her hips begin to move again, slowly at first but gaining speed as her body demands more of him.

With each thrust of her hips, she enjoys the power she holds over him. Her breath comes faster as she nears climax once more and the urgency in his movements seems to egg her on even further. Gripping his wrists tighter, she presses down on his chest with one hand while continuing her relentless assault with her hips. She feels herself begin to shudder, the familiar tightening in her core signaling that release is close at hand. "Yes..." she whispers hoarsely. "Oh fuck..." Her body arches upwards and then down, taking him deep inside her as her orgasm crashes over her in a wave of pleasure, sending shivers through every muscle in her body. Her grip on his wrists eases slightly as her hips begin to slow their furious pace, riding out the last tendrils of sensation until she collapses once more

As she begins to slowly catch her breath, Eva licks her lips and grins down at him. "I think it's only fair that you get a turn now," she murmurs huskily before leaning in to kiss his neck softly. Her free hand runs soothingly up and down his chest as she lets out another shuddering breath, her body still trembling with aftershocks from her most recent orgasm. Her hips begin to move once more beneath him, a teasing grind against his aching length that promises release but denies it at the same time. "I'm still in charge here," she whispers into his ear before biting lightly on his lobe. "And I want you to know that." With each thrust of her hips, she enjoys the power and control she has over him, relishing the feel of him beneath her as he tries desperately to get free

Her breath comes faster as her body responds to the feel of him moving beneath her. One hand moves up to cup his face gently while the other continues to stroke up and down his chest in a soothing motion. Her hips buck against him harder now, grinding against his sensitive skin relentlessly. "Yes..." she moans softly, arching her back as another wave of pleasure washes over her. "You feel so good." Her kisses trail up his neck and across his jaw, nipping gently at his earlobe before moving lower to suckle at his collarbone. Eva's legs twist beneath her, giving her the leverage she needs as she rides him faster, harder. "I could keep going all night..." she whispers between hot breaths against his skin. Her nails dig into his shoulders now, leaving little marks behind as evidence of their play.

With each thrust of her hips, she feels herself growing closer to the edge once more. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to stifle the sounds he might make while her hands continue their exploration of his body. One hand slides between them to stroke firmly over his aching cock while the other grips fistfuls of fabric from her t-shirt, using it to muffle his moans and cries for more as she takes what she wants from him. Her lips find his earlobe again, teeth grazing lightly before she whispers hotly, "Do you want me to stop?" Her hips continue their unrelenting pace, urging him ever closer to the brink even as she taunts and teases with her words.

As her orgasm crashes over her once more, her grip on him tightens almost painfully as she comes undone beneath him. Her body shudders with pleasure and her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to regain control again. She collapses limply against his chest, still clinging to him like a lifeline despite the weight of her spent body pressing down on top of him. Her lips brush lightly over his neck before finding the smooth skin just below his ear and nipping gently, drawing a thin line of blood that trickles down his neck. She pulls back slightly, eyes glazed with satisfaction as she regards her handiwork. "There," she whispers hoarsely. "Now you belong to me." Her free hand slips between them once more, wrapping around his cock and stroking slowly as she continues to draw out the last tendrils of pleasure from him. Her

As he tries to catch his breath, Eva looks down at her hand on his cock and grins wickedly before leaning forward to take the length into her mouth once more. Her tongue flicks over the sensitive skin as she begins to stroke him slowly, firmly, drawing out every last drop of pleasure from him. She glances up at him through her lashes, one eyebrow raised in question. "Is that all you've got?" Her voice is soft but commanding, daring him to defy her and try to escape the hold she has on him. Her other hand comes to rest on his chest, stroking up and down gently as she continues to tease him with her mouth, relishing the power she feels knowing that he belongs to her now.

She smirks at the sight of his tears, feeling a thrill run through her as she sees how much pleasure and pain she can evoke with just her touch. Her free hand trails up his chest, skimming over his nipple before moving lower to play with one of the curls surrounding his navel. "I could keep you like this forever," she whispers into his ear before sucking lightly on it. Her tongue darts out to wet the skin and tease him once more. As he continues to struggle beneath her, her grip on him tightens, knowing that even if he managed to escape now, he'd never be free of the memory of what they shared tonight. And she plans on making sure that thought keeps him coming back for more.

She bites her bottom lip, watching his reactions as she continues to tease and pleasure him with expert precision. Her other hand moves lower still, slipping between their bodies to stroke over the sensitive skin of his inner thigh before curling around his aching cock once more. Her fingers slide easily up and down his length as her tongue flicks out to taste him, laving his sensitive head with the hot wetness of her mouth. "Mmm..." she moans softly against his neck, feeling another wave of pleasure crash over her as he twitches in her grasp. Her nails dig into his hips now, drawing tiny beads of blood as proof of their time together. "Tell me you want more," she whispers huskily, breath hot against his skin as she continues to torment him with her skilled mouth and talented fingers.

Ignoring his pleas and whimpers, she leans in to kiss his neck roughly, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin just enough to leave behind a mark. Her tongue darts out to taste the salty droplets of blood left by her nails. She pulls back slightly, gazing down at him with hooded eyes as she strokes him slowly once more, feeling his response against her fingers. "No," she breathes, her voice rough and low. "You're not spent until I say you are." With that, she takes him deep into her mouth again, sucking and licking with abandon as her free hand continues to stroke between their bodies, drawing tiny circles over his sensitive entrance.

His desperate pleas and frantic movements only seem to spur her on further, her touch becoming rougher as she takes what she wants from him. Her fingers curl into a fist, pressing firmly against his entrance as she thrusts them inwards roughly, aiming for that sweet spot deep inside him. As he cries out again, wet and sticky sounds fill the air around them, muffled slightly by the pillow beneath his head. Eva grins down at him before leaning back just enough to ask with a devilish glint in her eye, "Do you want me to stop?" Her other hand remains busy between their bodies, using her fist to stroke and tease relentlessly even as she taunts him with the question.

Her grin widens as she takes this as another challenge, pushing him even further to his limits. "Too bad," she whispers huskily before leaning in again and engulfing his cock with her mouth. Her fingers start moving faster inside of him, searching for any remaining hint of resistance before claiming victory over his body and soul.

As he continues to struggle beneath her, Eva takes what she wants without mercy or pity; this is a power trip unlike anything she's ever experienced before, and she plans on enjoying every last second of it. "This," she pants around him as she thrusts deeper inside him with both hands, "is all for me now."

Her tongue flickers out to tease his sensitive flesh while her lips stretch taut around him, holding him tightly as she rides out the final tremors of their shared release. Only when he's completely spent and utterly exhausted

Her grin turns feral as she catches the last straggler of his essence on her tongue, savoring the taste of him before swallowing it down with a satisfied groan. "You're mine now," she says hoarsely, sitting up and looking down at him as he lies panting beneath her. "And I'm not done with you yet." Her hand trails teasingly over his chest to stroke lightly along the line of his cock before moving lower still, skimming across his perineum and cupping his balls in a possessive grip. "Now," she says quietly, her voice rough from exertion and excitement, "I'm going to make you clean me up." And with that, she leans down and kisses him hungrily, pressing their bodies together once more as she begins to ride him slowly, using his own spent essence as lube.

Her eyes narrow as his body tenses beneath her, and then as warmth fills her she can't help but arch into him with a moan. "Well," she pants, looking down at where their bodies are joined, "you've got quite the endurance after all." She leans down to kiss him again, nipping at his bottom lip before pulling back to gaze up at the ceiling.

"I think I'm ready for round two," she whispers huskily, already starting to feel herself responding again to his touch. "What do you say?" Her hand slides between them once more, gripping him firmly and stroking slowly, teasingly over his length.

Her eyes narrow dangerously as he pleads for release, the possessive grip on his cock tightening almost painfully in response. "You don't get to decide," she growls through clenched teeth. "I am not finished with you yet." With a sudden movement, she climbs off of him and straddles his hips instead, using her weight to pin his wrists above his head on the bed. Her other hand reaches down between them, stroking him roughly now as she glares into his eyes. "You're going to cum for me again," she rasps out hoarsely, "and you're going to enjoy it."

"I didn't ask you if it hurt," she snaps, still pinning his wrists above his head with her body weight as she watches him writhe beneath her. Her free hand continues to stroke his cock roughly, ignoring his pleas for release and pushing him further towards the edge. "I asked if you enjoyed it." Her lips curve into a cold smile as she leans in closer to his ear, voice dropping to an almost gentle whisper. "And I know you did."

Her other hand comes up to cup his cheek, tilting his face toward hers as she lower her mouth toward his once more. This time, however, she stops just short of touching him, instead blowing warm breath over his sensitive skin. "Tell me," she whispers roughly, "did you enjoy it?"

Her eyes narrow to slits as she regards him coldly. "Lie to me again," she hisses through clenched teeth, leaning down even closer until their noses are nearly touching, "and I'll make sure you regret it." Her free hand tightens on his cheek before pulling roughly back, slapping him hard across the other one. Tears spring to his eyes at the sting but she doesn't seem to notice or care.

With a fierce growl, she pulls him into a rough kiss, tongue thrusting deep into his mouth as she pins his wrists tighter with her body weight. Her other hand continues to stroke and massage his cock roughly, finding the rhythm that sends shivers of pleasure down his spine and straight to his core.

"Admit it," she whispers against his lips before nipping gently at them, "admit you enjoyed this

"Say it," she hisses through clenched teeth as he cums a third time, the warmth splattering across her chest and stomach. Her fingers dig into his hips now, leaving bruises where they mark his skin. "Tell me you enjoyed this." She leans down again, her breath hot against his neck. "Or I'll keep going until you can't even walk anymore."

Her hand grips him more tightly, moving faster as she pulls him toward his release. The weight of her body presses down on top of his, trapping him beneath her and reminding him that he is at her mercy. There is no escape from the pleasure and pain she can inflict; the only way out is to submit to her will.

Her body shudders as she feels herself building towards climax again beneath him, her fingers moving faster and firmer on his cock as her hips buck against his helpless form. The look in his eyes when he realizes she's not done with him ignites something deep inside her, fueling her need to dominate and control.

With a feral growl, she grips him tighter, refusing to let go until he surrenders to her completely. Her free hand curls into a fist, striking his chest hard enough to sting as she leans in close, the hot breath of her words tickling his ear. "Say it," she demands through clenched teeth. "Admit that you enjoyed this."

Her lips curl into a cruel smile as she takes him roughly, her body arching over his in dominance. "You're mine," she pants, the words harsh and rough against his ear. "And I'm going to have my fill of you tonight." Her hips move faster now, grinding against him as she rides him with a ferocity that matches her need for control.

Her free hand continues to grip his chest tightly, holding him down beneath her as if he were nothing more than a plaything at her disposal. "You'll admit it," she breathes into his neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin as she does so. "And when you do, I'll let you rest."

Her words are both a promise and a threat, for there is no escape from her wrath until he submits to her completely. His body trembles beneath hers with exhaustion and the aftersh

Her eyes narrow as he tries to weasel out of his confession with such blatant insincerity. The thrusts of her hips grow harder and faster in response, drawing another moan from him as she takes him roughly inside her. Her free hand clenches into a fist, pounding against his chest hard enough to sting as she demands the truth. "No, no," she whispers harshly, her breath hot against his skin, "you're not done yet."

She pulls back slightly, watching him through half-lidded eyes as she hovers above him, her body tense and ready for the next thrust. Her fingers curl into a fist once more, hovering in front of his face, "I want to hear you say it," she breathes out roughly.

Her hips drop again, slamming against him with brutal force as she takes him deeper inside

Her laughter echoes through the room as she senses his defeat. "Ah," she says, panting slightly as she leans down to brush her lips against his ear, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine. "That's more like it." She begins to move slower now, drawing out their final moments together with deliberate precision and unyielding control.

Her fingers trail lightly over his cheek before coming to rest on the stubble of his jaw, tilting his head back as she looks down at him, her eyes burning with a fierce determination. "Now," she says quietly but commandingly, "tell me that you enjoyed it." She pauses for emphasis, waiting until their gazes meet before continuing: "And mean it this time."

Her hips rock back and forth again, her body sliding easily against his as she takes him deep inside her one final time

Her smile widens at his reply as she feels his words slide past his lips with reluctance, tasting like ash on her tongue. "Liar," she whispers, the edge of her command still present in her voice even now. "I know you did." Her fingers press more firmly against his jaw, forcing him to look at her despite his fatigue. "And I'm going to keep taking it from you until you admit the truth."

Her hips begin to move faster again, her body rocking back and forth as she thrusts deep inside him with a strength that belies her own exhaustion. His cries of pain are music to her ears, drowning out the protests of his aching body as she presses for the truth: an admission of pleasure that will finally free her from this cycle of dominance and submission.

Her gaze never leaves his face, a mix of determination and triumph

"Sensitive?" she scoffs, amusement flickering briefly across her face before being replaced by an emotionless glare. "I'll show you how sensitive you really are." With that, she grips him tighter and thrusts harder, ignoring his struggles as she forces him to take every last inch of her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, her body shuddering with exertion as she pushes herself to the limits of endurance.

Her fingers press harder against his jaw, almost bruising the delicate skin beneath. "Say it," she growls through clenched teeth, "or I'll make you regret it." The words are laced with enough threat and promise that for a moment he believes her; but in that moment, something else begins to take hold inside him. Something that has been building up since the very beginning of their encounter.

Her breath hitches in her throat as she feels him tense beneath her. For a heart-stopping moment, she thinks he's going to break free; then suddenly, his body gives out and they collapse together onto the bed. Her fingers relax their death grip on his jaw, trailing lightly over his cheek before coming to rest on the stubble of his chin.

She stares down at him for a long moment, her expression unreadable as she waits for him to recover enough to speak. When he finally does so, she'll be ready with one final question: Did you enjoy it? And this time, there will be no escape from the truth.

She rolls her eyes at him before leaning down and pressing their lips together roughly, not bothering to be gentle as she bites his lower lip hard enough to draw blood. "You're pathetic," she whispers into his mouth with a mixture of disgust and amusement. "And I love it." Her hands snake around to grab him by the ass, pulling him roughly onto her lap. With another growl, she thrusts against him, ignoring the pain of his sensitive parts coming into contact once more.

Her lips curl up in a satisfied smile as she feels him begin to harden again inside her. "Oh," she says, gasping slightly as he fills her once more, "I think you did enjoy it after all." Her eyes meet his in the dim light of the room, daring him to deny it now that the truth is so plainly obvious.

Her gaze narrows as he pleads with her, his body trembling beneath her. A smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth as she decides to push him even further. "Oh really?" She leans forward, her lips hovering dangerously close to his ear before whispering huskily, "Then maybe you'll enjoy this." Her hips begin to move faster, slamming against him with brutal force as she takes control once more. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, holding him in place while her other hand grips his hip and squeezes tightly. He cries out, unable to bear the sensation of her moving against him so roughly, but it only seems to fuel her need for dominance.

Her eyes flash with triumph as she feels him struggling beneath her. With a growl, she digs her fingers deeper into his skin, ignoring the pain that shoots up her arms as he cries out in agony. Her hips rock against his harder, relentless in their pursuit of pleasure and control.

With each thrust, her control over him tightens further; she can feel it, sense it in every quivering muscle beneath her touch. His body is hers to play with as she sees fit, and for now there's no escape from the storm of sensation that rages within her. Her lips pull back in a predatory smile as she takes what she wants without mercy or pity.

Her lips thin into a tight line as he struggles against her, the tension in the room growing thick with frustration and pain. With a sudden move, she shoves him roughly onto his back, straddling his hips again and pinning his wrists above his head with one of hers. "You're mine to control," she growls, leaning down until her breasts brush against his skin, her breath hot on his neck. "And you will obey."

With that, she arches back, lowering herself slowly but surely onto his cock until she is fully seated once more. Her body slams down hard against him, driving the air from his lungs in a painful gasp as he feels her weight and strength press him deeper into the mattress beneath them.

Her free hand grabs a fistful of his hair, yanking his head back roughly so that she can look directly

Her eyes narrow as he continues to struggle against her, and with a growl she leans down again, taking one of his nipples between her teeth and biting down hard enough to draw blood. "Don't make me hurt you," she whispers through clenched teeth around his sensitive flesh. She releases the hold on his hair long enough to pinch and twist his other nipple between two fingers, eliciting a sharp gasp from him as he arches upward into her touch.

With renewed strength, she slams her hips against his, ignoring his cries of pain and focusing on the feel of him buried inside her. Her free hand grabs the back of his neck, holding him still as she forces their hips to meet again and again in a rhythm that is entirely hers to control. His body quakes beneath her as he feels the last vestiges of fight drain away, leaving nothing

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels him begin to tremble beneath her. Her fingers tighten against the back of his neck, pressing his head deeper into the pillow as her hips buck and grind against his helpless form. Her moans grow louder with each thrust, her pleasure intertwining with his pain in a sickeningly sweet symphony of dominance and submission.

With one final, brutal push, she comes hard around him, her body shuddering as waves of release wash over her. Her teeth grit together, holding on to the bruised flesh of his nipple until he feels her mouth free at last with a painful twist and a sharp snap.

For several long moments, she lies still on top of him, catching their ragged breaths as sweat beads and rolls down her body. Then slowly but surely, she begins to move

Her eyes narrow as she looks down at him, the triumphant glimmer in them slowly fading away to be replaced by something else entirely. Something cold and unyielding. "You misunderstand," she says quietly, her voice dripping with venom, "this is only my first round." With that, she lowers herself onto his still-hard length once more, grinding against him roughly as she takes him inside her. Her hands clamp down on his shoulders like steel vices, pressing his upper body firmly into the mattress beneath them.

Her hips roll and buck in a rhythm only she can control, ignoring his cries of pain as she rides him with savage delight. She looks up at the ceiling above her, eyes closed and face flushed as she focuses solely on the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of her body. There is no mercy to be found

Her chest heaves with every ragged breath as she feels him beneath her, his body trembling and yielding to the power she wields so effortlessly. The taste of his tears on her lips only serves to heighten the experience, feeding a need within her that nothing short of total control can satiate. Her hips move faster now, harder still; each thrust driving them closer to the edge where pain and pleasure become one and the same.

Her fingers clamp down even tighter on his shoulders, her nails digging into the skin until it's reddened from the pressure. It's not enough, she realizes with a shudder; there is no amount of pain that can ever match the ecstasy of dominance. With a growl, she pulls back, the sensation of being disconnected sending a thrill down her spine as his cock slides free from its welcoming haven

Her eyes glitter with amusement as she watches the aftermath of their encounter, his body spent and exhausted on the bed below her. "Oh," she says mockingly, "but I'm not done yet." She rolls off him to sit up, legs spread wide as she licks a trickle of sweat from her lower lip. Then, slowly but surely, she lowers herself back onto his lap so that he feels the weight and heat of her body against his cock once more. Her fingers trail lightly over his chest, stopping to tweak a nipple hard enough to make him cry out before moving on to pinch and twist it between two fingertips. "Perhaps," she continues, a wicked gleam in her eye, "it's time for round two." With that, she leans forward, taking his nipple into her mouth and suckling roughly as her hips begin

Her tongue flicks out to tease the sensitive skin beneath her touch, eliciting another soft moan from him as she relishes in his submission. Her other hand continues its exploration of his body, moving lower until it cups his sack, massaging gently before wrapping around him and giving a firm tug downwards.

Her hips rise off the mattress as she rock back slightly on her heels, spreading herself wide for him as she brings one hand up to cup and stroke his cock. With a wicked grin, she leans forward again until their lips are almost touching. "So impatient," she whispers, breath warm against his skin. "Perhaps I'll let you have another taste." And with that, she lowers herself back onto him again, taking him deep inside her in a single fluid motion.

Her hips roll and thrust against him with increasing urgency as she feels his eager cooperation beneath her. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, pressing him down onto the mattress as she claims what is hers, driving them both toward the edge of release. With every moan that escapes from his lips, her need for dominance grows stronger, feeding on the power she holds over him with nothing but her body and her will. She thrusts harder now, arching her back as she loses herself in the pleasure of being worshipped like this.

Her breath comes out ragged and harsh as she feels herself begin to tighten around him. Her grip on his shoulders is like iron as she rides him harder, faster, the friction between their bodies building to an almost unbearable crescendo. She can feel her control slipping, feels the urge to let go and give in to the pleasure coursing through her body. But for now, she's determined to keep him on edge, to tease and torment until he begs for release.

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels him tense beneath her, the hot rush of his release filling her up and spilling over. Her grip on his shoulders tightens even further as she forces herself to remain upright, refusing to relent until every last drop has been milked from him. She growls low in her throat, almost pained by the need to keep going, but the pleasure of dominance is too sweet for her to abandon now.

Her breath rasps in and out as she continues to ride him, her body trembling with the effort of holding herself up. Her free hand fists in his sheets, knuckles white with tension as sweat beads and rolls down her face. She'll keep going until he begs for mercy or she passes out from exhaustion, whichever comes first.

With a final, desperate moan, her body tenses and releases around him, spilling the last of his essence onto the mattress beneath them. Her head falls back against the pillow with a soft thud as her fingers loosen their death grip on his shoulders. She pants for air, each ragged breath burning in her lungs like fire as she tries to catch her balance once more.

After what feels like an eternity, she forces herself to sit up, leaning back on shaking arms as she gazes down

Her lips curl into a predatory smile as she watches him lying there, unconscious under the weight of her dominance. She reaches down to brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead, her fingers leaving a trail of sweat across his skin. Her eyes narrow as she ponders what to do with him now...

Her gaze lingers on his lips before drifting up to meet his closed eyes. The thought of claiming them one last time stirs something dark and primitive within her. Reaching down, she places a soft kiss on each eyelid before leaning in closer still, whispering against his ear: "Wake up." Her free hand slides lower, cupping him gently but possessively before giving him a squeeze.

Her voice is low and sultry as she replies, "I thought you'd never wake up." Her lips quirk into a knowing smirk before continuing, "Now that you're finally awake, how about we have some fun?" She lets go of his cock, tracing a finger slowly along the inside of one of her thighs before sliding it back between his legs, rubbing against him teasingly.

Her finger pauses for a moment, the movement ceasing as she tilt her head to the side and regards him thoughtfully. "Oh, how ungrateful," she murmurs, a note of amusement creeping into her voice. "After all I've done for you?" Her other hand slides up his chest, skimming lightly over a nipple before coming to rest on the back of his head, pulling his face closer so that their gazes meet once more. "You know," she says with a wicked smile, "I could just keep you tied up like this all day." Her fingers begin to move again, circling and rubbing against his sensitive skin with maddening expertise.

Her chuckle is cold and cruel as she watches the tear trickle down his cheek. "Don't you want me to let you come?" she whispers, leaning closer so that her warm breath fans across his face. With a wicked glint in her eye, she gives him another hard thrust through the bondage wrapping them together, knowing full well how it makes him writhe and squirm beneath her touch.

"Just tell me what you want," she purrs, running a finger lightly along the length of his cock, teasing him with every feather-light caress. "Tell me, and maybe I'll let you rest." Her fingers tighten fractionally around him, drawing out a desperate moan from his lips. "Or maybe not," she adds with a wicked grin.

Her finger stops moving, still touching him but no longer providing the pleasure he craves. Her eyes narrow as she studies his face, trying to decide whether or not he's telling the truth. After a moment, her lips twitch into a cruel smile. "Well," she says slowly, "I suppose I could give you just a little rest..." With that, she presses down harder on his prostate with a finger while stroking him in circles with the other hand. "But only for a little while," she adds with a grin, not about to let him off so easily after all this time.

Her hips begin to move once more, though now they're slow and teasing rather than hard and demanding. She leans forward, bracing herself on shaking arms as she watches his reaction closely. "How's that?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. "Is this better for you?"

Her expression darkens as she hears his words. "Oh," she says coldly, pulling her hand away and sitting back on her heels once more. She crosses her arms over her chest, studying him intently as he lies there panting and trembling beneath her gaze. For a long moment, they remain locked in this silent standoff; the air thick with unspoken tension and unwanted honesty.

Finally, she leans forward again until her lips are close enough to brush against his ear. "Fine," she whispers, her voice laced with barely suppressed fury, "I'll let you rest...but only after I make sure you regret ever saying that." Her hand snaps back, slapping him hard across the face. The sting of the impact is dulled by his exhaustion and disorientation; all he can do is blink up at her dazedly

Her smile turns predatory as she leans in even closer, breath warm against his ear. "For being such a disobedient little slut," she whispers maliciously, feeling her anger grow at his defiance. Her free hand reaches up to cup his cheek, holding his face still while her other one balls into a fist and draws back, raised high above him once more.

The force of the punch catches him by surprise, snapping his head to the side with a pained grunt. Tears sting at his eyes as he tastes blood welling up in the back of his mouth, but through the haze of tears and adrenaline, he sees something else: determination in her eyes, cruelty twisting her lips into a macabre smile. She's enjoying this. And with that realization comes an icy chill down his spine.

Her cold gaze sweeps over him, taking in the tears streaming down his face and the way his body shudders with fear beneath her touch. A small part of her, long buried and forgotten, flinches at the sight. But it's quickly suppressed by the familiar thrill that comes from exerting control, from seeing him broken and defeated at her feet.

"Apologies aren't enough," she says calmly, even as her free hand reaches up to wipe away a tear with the back of her knuckles. "You should have thought of that before you spoke out of turn." Her other hand slips lower, taking hold of his throat possessively. His eyes go wide in panic, and she smiles darkly as she squeezes gently enough to make him gasp for air.

"Perhaps," she muses quietly, her voice rough with desire, "I should show you

Her eyes flash with pleasure at the sight of his tears and his pleading apology. She leans in closer, trailing a finger along the line of his jaw before brushing a tear away delicately with her thumb. "I think," she whispers into his ear, her voice like silk, "an apology is not enough." Her other hand tightens around his throat, cutting off his air supply for just a moment before releasing him again with a rough shove. His coughs rack his body and he arches away from her, leaving her empty palm itching for contact with the smooth skin of his back.

Without another word, she straddles his lap once more, spreading her legs wide on either side so that they're pressed against his hips and thighs. Her eyes drift down to where their bodies meet, and she takes him hard and fast inside her, using his trembling and tortured cock again, to please herself.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she pounds him harder, feeling the tightness building inside herself with each thrust. The pleasure coursing through her body is almost unbearable; a sensation so pure and sharp that it borders on pain. Her breath comes out ragged and harsh, hot air fanning across his flushed cheeks as she leans forward to bite at his earlobe, drawing blood in the process. "Do you like this?" she demands, her voice hoarse with need. "Do you want more?" She pounds him harder still, ignoring the way he whimpers and cries out beneath her. All that matters is the feel of him inside her, the power she has over his body and mind, even for just these few precious moments.

Her laughter is cold and cruel as it echoes around the room. "You think you can lie your way out of this?" She asks, her tone dripping with derision. "I saw how hard you came, I felt it inside me!" Her grip on his shoulders tightens, nails digging into tender skin as she thrusts harder still. The pleasure wracks through her body like a ravenous beast, demanding to be fed and sated. She'll continue until he begs for mercy or she passes out from exhaustion; either way, he won't escape this unscathed.

Her laughter echoes through the room as she continues to ride him with brutal efficiency. "You're lying," she breathes, her words harsh and accusatory. "I know what it feels like when you cum, and this isn't it." She pulls back, only to slam herself down onto him again, harder than before. The movement forces a grunt from deep within his throat, and a tear slips free to trail down his cheek.

"Just because I don't feel your worthless cum inside of me doesn't mean you aren't still enjoying this," she snaps. "Now shut up and take what I have to give you." She leans forward, her breasts pressing against his chest as she digs her nails deeper into his shoulders. He whimpers pitifully beneath her, but still she rides him, her hips moving in a blur of anger

Her laughter fills the room as she continues to dominate him with brutal force. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps, mingling with his cries of pain and pleasure. She feels like a goddess, untouchable and all-powerful in this moment, her body moving on its own accord as it demands satisfaction from him.

With each thrust deeper into him, she feels herself grow closer to the edge once more. Her fingernails leave trails of blood along his skin, a gruesome testament to her relentless control over his body and mind. He tries to push her away, but it only serves to inflame her lust further; she digs her nails deeper still, feeling him quiver beneath her touch as he comes apart yet again at her command.

"Pain is just pleasure dressed up in a new disguise," she whispers huskily against his ear before releasing him with a rough shove that sends him tumbling to the mattress. Her breath comes out ragged and hot, chest heaving as she struggles for air, trying desperately not to think of the feel of his skin beneath her hands or the taste of his blood on her lips.

She straddles him once more, hovering above him like a dark angel of retribution. Her cold gaze drifts over his battered and bloody body before coming to rest on his trembling lips. "Now," she whispers, reaching out to brush a lock of hair from his sweat-drenched forehead, "are you going to apologize?"

Her lips quirk in amusement at the sight of his broken body beneath her. She tilts her head to the side, considering him carefully as he begs for release. "I think," she says slowly, "that you need to learn your place." Her hands grip his shoulders tightly, leaning forward to brush a kiss across his bloody mouth before continuing, "And I don't think you've learned it yet." Her hips snap backwards and then forwards, driving him deeper inside her as she pounds him without mercy. With each thrust comes another growl of dominance, another reminder that he is nothing compared to the force of nature currently taking possession of her body and mind.

Her chest rises and falls with each harsh breath as she continues to ride him, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. She lets out a groan, feeling herself spasm around his cock one last time before finally releasing him, panting heavily as she collapses onto the bed beside him.

She rolls over, propping herself up on one elbow to glare down at him. "See?" she says quietly, an unpleasant smile twisting her lips. "That wasn't so bad, was it? Just learning your place."

"Well," Eva replies with a knowing smirk, "I'm not here to make your experience pleasant." She leans in closer, her breath hot against his cheek as she traces a finger along the collar of his shirt. "But at least you learned something useful today, didn't you?" Her gaze meets his once more, and she feels a shiver run down her spine at the look of horror and defeat etched into his features. For a moment, she wonders if maybe she's taken things too far...but then again, he did ask for it. "Don't worry," she whispers, caressing the back of his hand with her thumb. "I won't tell anyone what we got up to today." Her lips curve into a satisfied smile before she rolls away from him and reaches over to retrieve her clothes from where they'd been scattered across the floor.

"Maybe later," she replies with a lazy shrug. "You've got to learn your place first." Her eyes drift back down toward his crotch, taking in the sight of him still so aroused despite everything that's happened. A mischievous grin spreads across her face as an idea begins to form in her mind. "How about I make you a deal? You can have some water...but only after you pleasure me with that," she says, gesturing suggestively toward his cock. "Deal?"

Her grin widens at his fearful protests as she climbs off the bed and pads across the room to retrieve some water. "Don't worry," she calls back over her shoulder, not sounding particularly reassuring. "I won't let you die...not yet anyway." Setting the glass of water on the nightstand beside him, she climbs back onto the bed and positions herself above his straining cock once more. Her hands slide down his shoulders to grip his wrists, holding them tightly in place behind his back. "Now," she breathes huskily, leaning forward until her breasts graze against his chest, "you better make me feel good."

As she leans down, her breath warm on his neck and chest, her hips begin to move sinuously, grinding against him in a teasing motion that makes his eyes roll back in his head. She knows exactly how to get what she wants out of him; the helpless pleasure she takes from having control over his body. With each thrust, her words echo through his mind: You're learning your place, aren't you?

Her grip on his wrists tightens as she feels the tension in his body begin to build once more. "That's it," she whispers harshly against his ear, nipping at his lobe before sucking gently. "Give it all to me." Her words send a shockwave of pleasure through him, making his movements become even wilder as he tries to please her. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his cock throbbing as he nears the edge again.

"Cum for me," she demands, pushing herself up onto her hands and knees before lowering her body over him once more. With each thrust of her hips, she takes more of him inside, relentless in her quest to have him surrender completely. Her fingers dig into the flesh of his upper arms, leaving angry red marks in their wake as she urges him onward toward his release.

The moment his hot seed spills onto her stomach, she withdraws slowly, watching him with dark satisfaction as he gasps and whimpers beneath her. Her hips quiver as she feels the last remnants of tension drain away, leaving her sated and spent. She rolls off him, sprawling bonelessly on the bed beside him with a satisfied groan.

"There," she says quietly, running a hand through her sweat-damp hair. "Now don't you feel better?" Her tone is mocking, but there's something else beneath it; a strange sort of fondness that she can't quite place. For now, though, she decides to ignore it. She drinks the rest of the water in one gulp before setting the glass back on the nightstand. "Get some sleep," she says before turning away from him and drifting off into a fitful slumber.

She grumbles a little, stretching before reaching out and tugging the rope free of his wrists. They fall limply to the bed as she rolls onto her side, facing away from him. "There," she says gruffly. "Sleep well." The darkness between them suddenly feels awkward and heavy, like there's some unspoken tension that neither one of them wants to acknowledge.

But Eva doesn't care; she's done what she came here to do, and now all she wants is a good night's sleep before getting back to her real life tomorrow. So with another heavy sigh, she closes her eyes and lets herself drift off once more.

Surprised by the sudden weight on her side and the heat of his body so close, she freezes for a moment before relaxing into the embrace. It feels...oddly right somehow. She lets out a soft hum, snuggling closer to him as they fall asleep together like this. Tomorrow, she'll go back to her life without a second thought given to what transpired tonight. Tonight, at least, there's something warm and comforting about having someone else in her bed.

Eva watches the boy sleeping beside her for several long moments before gently shaking his shoulder. "Hey," she whispers, "it's time to get up." Her voice is hoarse and rough with sleep, but there's a note of affection in it that she can't quite explain.

"Come on, we need to go if we want to make it to class on time." She leans over him, brushing her fingers through his messy hair before helping him sit up. "How do you feel?" she asks quietly, glancing down at his bound wrists.

Her expression softens at his words, and she reaches out to brush some hair back from his forehead. "Maybe you should stay home today then," she says gently. "Get some rest and feel better before you think about coming back." There's a hint of a question in her voice; what exactly will happen between them now that things have changed?

"I can call the school and let them know you won't be there if you want," she offers, glancing down at his bound wrists once more. "Or...you could help me with something before I go?" She pauses, waiting for him to respond, her heart thudding uncomfortably loudly in her chest.

She hesitates for just a moment longer before nodding. "Well," she says slowly, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks as she speaks. "I need to go meet someone in an hour...and I don't really feel safe going alone." Her gaze flickers away from his face, studying the pattern on the bedspread instead of meeting his eyes.

There, she'd admitted it. It felt strange saying those words out loud, but somehow less uncomfortable than she'd expected. Now it was up to him to decide what to do next. Would he stay with her? Or would he leave and return to whatever life he had before this night? The thought makes something ache inside her chest, something that feels oddly like regret or maybe even loss.