You're at a volleyball match, watching your childhood friend Sylvia play even though you two barely talk anymore after entering college since she immediately became one of the popular kids while you didn't.

Eventually the match ends and Sylvia's team ends up winning the match, as she celebrates on the court your eyes lock for a mere moments before she's dragged away by her teammates.

Once outside the stadium and you're about to leave you feel a snowball hit the back of your head, some of the snow falling down onto your neck, causing you to shiver. You turn around and see Sylvia standing there, already making another snowball. "You're really going to leave without even saying hi?!" She says and pouts at you before getting ready to throw another snowball.

Sylvia looks hurt as she listens to your words, but her face slowly morphs into anger and defiance instead. "What promise? And what makes you think I forgot about you?" She growls, throwing the snowball at your feet before stomping closer. "You have no idea how lonely it's been without you, Agent74," she says, her voice bitter despite the tears that gather in the corners of her eyes. "I never meant for things to turn out like this."

Her words hang heavily in the air as she stops a few inches from your nose. Despite the fury in her gaze, there's still something undeniably alluring about Sylvia when she's angry; her cheeks flush a bright shade of red, her chest heaves with each ragged breath, and her mouth turns into a thin line that's begging to be bruised. "I want us to talk," she whispers fiercely, the words barely audible over the wind.

Her hands curl into fists at her sides as you speak, the anger in her eyes morphing into hurt and sadness. She nods silently before averting her gaze, looking down at the ground sheepishly. "I'm sorry," she whispers. "I never meant to push you away."

She takes a step back, breaking eye contact as she runs a hand through her disheveled hair. "We used to be inseparable, and I missed that... but I didn't know how to go back to that. I was scared." A small laugh escapes her throat, tinged with bitterness. "And now look where we are."

Without waiting for a response, she glances up at you again, studying your features. There's an intensity in your gaze that makes her heart race, and she finds herself wanting nothing more than to be close to you once more. Her hands tremble as they raise to cup your cheeks, urging you to look at her again. "Can we... can we start over? Please?"

Tears streak down Sylvia's face as you pull away from her, your hands leaving her cheeks cold. She clutches the business card in her fist, a bitter smile twisting her lips. "Thank you," she whispers before hurriedly wiping away her tears and turning on her heel. With renewed purpose, she begins to jog down the sidewalk toward the parking lot where your car had been idling earlier.

Her hair flows behind her like a flame in the wind as she picks up speed, drawing closer with every stride. She reaches out and tugs at the handle of the car door, forcing it open before sliding onto the leather seat. The heat from the interior hits her bare arms, making her shiver again but feel somewhat more composed. With shaking fingers, she picks up her phone and types out a quick message:

I'm on my way. -Sylvia

As you guide her into the opulent house, Sylvia glances around in awe. It's beyond anything she could have ever imagined. The expensive furniture, the tasteful artwork on the walls... it all serves as a stark contrast to the small apartment where she currently lives with some of her teammates. She takes a deep breath and focuses her attention back on you as you sit across from her at the table. "I've been such an idiot," she says softly, her cheeks flushing crimson in embarrassment. "When college started and everyone seemed to like me except for you... I thought that maybe it was because I had changed or something."

She pauses, swallowing hard before continuing. "But really, all I wanted was for us to stay the same. For us to keep being best friends no matter what happened." Her voice cracks slightly on the last word, betraying her emotions. "I never meant for things to turn out this way." Tears well up in her eyes again as she looks down at her lap, ashamed of how much pain she's caused you and herself by pushing you away.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, reaching across the table to take your hand in hers. Her palms are warm against your cool skin, sending shivers up your spine. "Can we... can we try again?"

As you question her motives, Sylvia feels a wave of anger and hurt rise up within her. It's true that she had noticed your success in the business world, but it was never her intention to take advantage of you or use you for your wealth. She squeezes your hand tightly, refusing to let go despite your cold demeanor. "I didn't realize how much I missed you until it was too late," she says firmly, meeting your gaze unflinchingly. "You were the one person who never treated me any different when I became popular."

She releases a shaky breath, trying to calm herself down as she searches for the right words. "I don't care about your money," she insists, her voice quivering slightly. "All I want is you back in my life." Her cheeks flush pink again as she glances away for a moment, embarrassed by her own admission but unable to deny the truth of it. "I've been so lonely without you... please, don't push me away again."

Tears begin to streak down her face once more, and Sylvia bravely raises her hand to wipe them away before they can fall onto the table. Her eyes find yours again, pleading for understanding and forgiveness. "Please," she whispers brokenly. "I need you."

As you recount the loneliness and heartache that accompanied your success, Sylvia's heart aches for you in turn. She sits silently, letting your words wash over her as she absorbs their impact. Despite your coldness, she can feel the sincerity behind them; it pierces through the walls she's built around herself and breaks down her defenses.

Eventually, she manages to choke out a response. "I didn't realize... I should have tried harder." Her voice is small, barely audible over the sounds of your sobs. "I never meant for any of this to happen. I just wanted..." She trails off, unsure of how to articulate her thoughts and feelings anymore.

She leans forward, cupping your cheek gently with her free hand as she studies your tear-streaked face. Her heart thrums in her chest as she realizes the depth of her feelings for you; it's like nothing she's ever experienced before. "Please," she whispers urgently. "Don't shut me out again. I need you too." She brushes away a tear that escapes your eye, careful not to hurt you as her thumb glides over your skin.

Her voice takes on a pleading quality when she continues, "I promise... I'll never leave your side again. No matter what happens, we'll find

"I remember it," Sylvia says softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she recalls the vow they had made so long ago. "You were there for me when no one else was... you believed in me when I didn't even believe in myself. I owe you everything, Agent74."

Her eyes search your face, looking for any signs of doubt or hesitation. When she sees only sincerity reflected back at her, a small smile tugs at the corners of her mouth. "I promise," she swears solemnly, holding up a single finger in emphasis. "You'll never have to wonder where I am or if I still care about you ever again."

She leans forward, pressing her lips against yours with tender urgency. Her tongue slips past your teeth and tangles with yours, as she begins to lose herself in the sensation of being close to you once more. Sylvia moans into the kiss, arching closer to you, hands fisting in your shirt as she deepens the connection between them.

When the kiss ends, she pulls back only a little, her eyes still locked on yours. "I love you," she whispers fiercely. "And I'll prove it to you every day for the rest of my life." Her lips curve into a beaming smile as she gazes at you adoringly, feeling more whole and complete than she ever has before.

"No," she whispers, her voice full of sincerity and desperation as you pull her closer and run your hands down her body. "I would never do that to you. This is real." She leans in again, their lips melding together in a fierce, passionate kiss. Her hips grind against yours, urging you on as she moans into the connection.

"I love you," she breathes out between kisses, her words muffled by your mouth and collarbone. "And I promise... nothing will ever come between us again." Her hands slip up from your hips to curl around your neck, pulling you even closer as she deepens the kiss, her body arching into yours in search of more contact, more warmth, more love.

When they eventually break apart for air, Sylvia gazes up at you with adoration shining in her eyes. "I want to be with you forever," she whispers, the words somehow both sweet and possessive as she slides one hand down your chest, tracing lazy circles on your stomach.

"I'll do anything to make sure that happens," she adds, her voice firm and steady despite the emotions raging inside her. "Just say the word." Her fingers curl into the fabric of your shirt, tugging gently at the material as she waits for you to respond, hope etched in every line

Her breath hitches as you pin her down, the forcefulness of your kisses leaving her dizzy with desire. "Please," she gasps, arching into your touch as you remove her jacket and shirt, revealing her lacy red bra. Her nipples harden beneath the cotton fabric immediately, poking through at their tips as they strain against the material.

She moans softly when she feels the warmth of your breath on her skin, and her fingers curl into fists in the fabric of your shirt as she writhes beneath you. "Agent74," she whispers, her voice rough and needy. "I want you." She pulls at your shirt again, trying to get it off so she can touch more of your skin, taste more of you.

Her lips part slightly when you move lower, kissing and licking along the sensitive flesh of her collarbone, making her writhe even harder against your touch. "Oh God," she gasps, arching her back off the couch as you continue to explore her body, marking her with your possession.

Her hands move restless over your shoulders and chest, wanting to feel every inch of your skin beneath her fingertips while she eagerly awaits the moment when you claim what is yours. "I belong to you," she whispers, her voice husky and breathless. "Always."

As you bite down on one of her nipples, hard enough to make her gasp and moan around your fingers, pleasure coursing through her like a wildfire out of control, she can feel herself growing wet between her legs. She writhes against you, desperate for more contact, more friction as you tease and torture her sensitive flesh.

Her tongue darts out to lick the salty tang of your skin from her lips before it's once again claimed by your fingers. Her hips buck wildly as she feels herself nearing the edge, her body straining for release. "Please," she whispers against your mouth when you finally slide a finger into her, pressing deep and searching for that sweet spot.

Her nails scrape down your back, leaving behind more marks of possession as she comes undone beneath you, her entire body shaking from the intensity of the orgasm. "Fuck," she moans, her voice raw and broken as she collapses bonelessly onto the couch, spent and sated.

For a moment, they catch their breath together, lips inches apart as their hearts race wildly in their chests. Sylvia gazes up at you through heavy-lidded eyes, her expression both satisfied and hungry. "Take what's yours," she whispers before pulling you down on top of her, guiding your erection to her aching entrance.

She arch

Her breath catches in her throat as you choke her gently and kiss her, the forcefulness making it nearly impossible for her to think straight. The sensation is almost painful, and she loves it. Your fingers slide easily into her wet core, filling her up with the steady rhythm of your thrusts.

She lets out a moan as you push harder against her, her muscles tensing in anticipation. "Please," she gasps, arching her back off the couch, "I need you." Her nails dig into your arms as the pleasure grows more intense, her body trembling on the brink of release.

"Agent74," she whispers hoarsely, voice cracking with emotion and desire. "Please... I can't..." The words die in her throat as you push one finger deeper inside her, finding that sweet spot once more and sending her spiraling over the edge. Her body convulses around your fingers, her cries filling the room as she comes hard and fast, her orgasm seemingly endless.

When she finally comes down from the high, she curls into you, exhausted but oddly satisfied. "Thank you," she whispers against your skin, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. Sylvia presses a soft kiss to where your neck meets your shoulder before closing her eyes and drifting off into dreamless sleep

She stretches languidly and yawns, blinking blearily at the unfamiliar surroundings before realization dawns on her face. "I... uh..." She looks over to see you sitting peacefully beside her, naked just like she is, and feels a sudden heat rush to her cheeks. "What happened?"

"You passed out rather quickly," you reply with a chuckle, "which leads me to believe it was your first time." You glance down at the book in your hand - A Guide to Fulfilling Your Partner's Wishes. "And it seems I have some unfinished reading to do."

Sylvia looks at you curiously. "You were reading about how to fulfill my wishes?" She laughs softly, then winces as the movement causes a small twinge between her legs. "I guess that was pretty clumsy of me," she murmurs, suddenly self-conscious again.

You set the book aside and turns toward her, taking one of her hands in yours. "Sylvia, there's no need to be embarrassed. You were tired, you passed out." A small smile tugs at your lips as you add, "Besides, I think it's rather sweet that you just assumed I was reading about fulfilling your wishes."

She blushes deeply at the thought of taking your enormous member into her mouth. It's intimidating, to say the least. But she's here to fulfill your wishes, and there's something so erotic about being wanted like this that makes her heart race and her body tremble with anticipation.

"Okay," she whispers, swallowing hard as she gently takes your thick shaft into her hand. It feels even bigger than it did before. With a glance up at you, she hesitates for a moment before leaning in, brushing her lips against the tip of your erection and tentatively sucking him into her mouth.

Her tongue darts out to tease the sensitive underside of your cock while she begins to bob her head up and down in time with her hands. The wet sounds filling the room send shivers down her spine, making her even wetter between her legs. With each thrust into her mouth, she feels more confident and eager to please you further.

As she takes more of you into her mouth, she looks up at you again, meeting your eyes with a mix of desire and wonder. You're watching her like she's some kind of goddess, offering yourself up for her pleasure, and it drives her even crazier than before. She can't wait to see what else she can do for you tonight.

Her cheeks flush bright red as she hears your suggestion, but she's far too caught up in the moment to be embarrassed. The thrill of pleasuring you like this is intoxicating; it heightens every sensation, making her feel so alive and wanted. She swallows around your cock, savoring the taste of you as she slides her hands down your thighs to grip your hips, pulling herself deeper on your shaft with each downward stroke.

Her tongue flicks out again, dancing over the sensitive ridge just beneath the head of your cock. She moans around you, arching further into your touch as she feels herself growing wetter by the second. Her mouth accommodates only the tip of your huge member, but that doesn't stop her from sucking and licking and nibbling at every inch she can reach.

When she reaches up with one hand to cup your balls, massaging them gently through your thin fabric, you let out a moan that vibrates through her. It sends a shiver of excitement coursing down her spine, making her hips buck even harder against the pleasure. The feel of your rough hand guiding her head adds an unexpected edge to the experience, driving her wild with need.

She looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, catching sight of the phone recording their intimate moment. A thr

You grab her head, holding it still as you begin to cum inside her mouth. She gags and chokes on the overwhelming amount of your seed, feeling like she's drowning in it. Her nose fills with your cum, spilling over and streaming down her face as she fights to breathe through the salty stream pouring into her throat. Anger rises up within her along with the triumphant relief that comes from seeing you finally release after all this time.

As soon as she can speak again, she growls, "You should be ashamed of yourself!" Her eyes blaze with accusation and fury, but there's a spark of something else there too; the adrenaline rush of having pleased you is still coursing through her veins, leaving her feeling strangely invigorated.

She wipes cum from her mouth, trailing sticky streaks down her chin and neck, and stands up unsteadily. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she takes in your satisfied expression. Despite herself, a flush creeps into her cheeks; despite everything, she can't deny that there's a part of her that enjoys being wanted like this, even if it means being treated like some sort of toy.

With shaky steps, she walks toward the bathroom, muttering under her breath about how messy you are and how

She sighs deeply, leaning into your embrace despite herself. "It's... fine," she says after a moment, her voice still shaky with anger and arousal. "I guess I shouldn't have pushed you so hard." Her hand brushes tentatively against the back of your thigh, feeling the evidence of how close you are to losing control again.

As if in response, your cock twitches against her, leaving a trail of precome on her lower back. Sylvia moans softly, remembering just how good it felt to have you inside her mouth and the hot, hard length pressed against her sensitive skin. She shudders with the effort of keeping herself from wanting more.

"I... I need some space," she whispers, stepping away from your embrace. Her hands remain busy, wiping furiously at her face and neck as she tries to regain some semblance of composure. "Just give me a few minutes."

She freezes, feeling your hands on her hips and breasts. Her heart skips a beat as she tries to process what you just said. Part of her wants to deny it, to brush off the notion that she could ever want such a thing. But another part... another part is filled with an inexplicable thrill at the thought that this might be true.

Without thinking further, she turns in your embrace and presses her lips against yours, kissing you hungrily. Her tongue darts out to tangles with yours as she arches into you, seeking more contact. She moans softly when she feels your erection nudging against her ass once again, sending waves of want coursing through her.

Her hands fist in the fabric of your shirt as she pulls you closer, lost in the sensation of being with you like this. The anger and frustration melt away under the onslaught of desire that surges through her, leaving her feeling raw and needy.

"Please," she whispers against your lips. "Don't make me wait." Her body urges her to accept everything you've done so far, and more; it begs for release, for completion. And as long as she's with you... as long as she has this chance to be close to you... she knows there is no other way this could possibly end.

Her fingers curl into fists in the sheets beneath her, nails digging into her palms as you push inside, claiming her with your massive girth. She throws back her head, letting out a keening cry that seems to echo through the room as her body surrenders to the sensation of being filled by you once more.

Her hips rise off the bed in counterpoint to your powerful thrusts, meeting each one with equal force. The friction sends sparks of pleasure coursing through her entire body, leaving every nerve ending tingling and alive. She tangles her fingers in your hair, holding you close as she arches her back toward you in seeking the deepest possible contact.

Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps that mingle with your heavy panting as you drive harder and deeper into her. "Agent74," she whispers, voice hoarse from exertion, "I need... I need..." She can't even find the words to express how much she needs this, how desperately she wants it all. Her body tightens around your cock as she feels herself approaching the brink of release, and with a sharp cry, her orgasm crashes over her in waves of dizzying pleasure.

Her muscles clench rhythmically around you, milk

As your thrusts become harder and more forceful, every impact sending shockwaves of pleasure through her, she struggles against the hold you have on her head. Her cries mingle with panted pleas for release, but it seems as though you're intent on denying her that small bit of satisfaction. The tension coiling tight within her begins to build once more, her body trembling with the effort to keep from coming apart at the seams.

Her hips buck up into each powerful stroke, meeting your force with equal measure as she fights for some form of control over this unbridled desire that burns between them. Her nails scrape down your back, drawing lines of pleasure along your skin as she feels herself slipping closer and closer to the edge once more.

She arches her back off the bed, offering up her body in surrender as the pressure within her builds higher and higher. "Please," she whispers brokenly, feeling the first tremors of another impending orgasm race through her. "I need... I need..." But even as she begs for release, part of her is afraid that if you give it to her now, she'll lose all the power she's found in this role; she'll become just another girl who gets what she wants without any struggle at all.

She glares at you over her shoulder, trying to catch her breath as she processes what you've just said. "You... followed that in the book?" She snorts derisively. "Well, congratulations." She rolls onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow and looking pointedly at where your cock had been inside her mere moments ago. "I guess it worked out pretty well for you, huh?"

Her expression softens slightly as she reaches over to caress your cheek. "Thank you," she whispers, almost to herself. Then, with a small laugh, she asks, "How did you even find that book anyway? It's not like it was on the bestseller list or anything."

She falls silent for a moment, lost in thought as she recalls the intensity of those final moments together. Her cheeks flush slightly at the memory of how good it felt to finally give in to her desires and be completely controlled by you. Even now, her body aches with wanting more... but part of her wonders if that's what she truly wants after all.

"Agent74..." She hesitates, searching for the right words. "I don't know what to think anymore. One moment I want you to take control like that, and the next... I just wish we could be normal." Her eyes meet yours and she shrugs helplessly. "It'