A challenge in her eyes, she whispers "Oh really? We'll see about that." With that, she reaches up and cups your face in her hands, pulling you down for a deep, passionate kiss. Her tongue darts out to explore your mouth, seeking dominance even as her lips part to allow your own tongue entrance.

Her left hand slides down your chest, teasing at the waistband of your pants before moving lower still, feeling for the heat that she knows must be there.

Her lips pull away from yours, leaving you gasping for breath as she watches your face intently. "You're not so tough now, are you?" Her voice is soft and husky, filled with triumphant mischief. "Let me show you what a real woman can do."

Her right hand finds its way beneath her white top, sliding up over the firm expanse of her breast before cupping her hard nipple through the lace of her bra.

The shame and humiliation are nearly too much to bear as you look down at her, your eyes trailing over the evidence of what you've done. Her ebony skin flushed with embarrassment, she turns away from your gaze, unable to meet it head-on. Tears stream down her face as she tries in vain to wipe away the proof that she now carries inside her most intimate place.

Her heart aches with loss and despair; she wonders how things could have ever come to this...

Her eyes widen in horror as you speak those words, her heart sinking even further into despair. Nausea churns within her, the thought of spending the rest of her life as your slave feeling like a living nightmare. She tries to find some small measure of courage or defiance, but all she can do is whimper softly and hide her face in her hands, praying for this twisted dream to end.

In her mind, she whispers pleading apologies and promises of redemption...