"Okay..." Her voice is uncertain now, but she doesn't pull her hand back. Instead, she nods slowly and turns towards the bathroom. "I'll be right out," she says over her shoulder before disappearing inside.

You hear the water running in the shower, and after a moment, you walk over to your desk to make those phone calls. As much as Victoria's actions worry you at times, there's no denying that she loves you... maybe even more than is healthy.

Her skin glistens in the light from the hallway, and she takes her time drying off with a towel before wrapping herself in one of your oversized robes. She comes to stand beside you, looking up at you with those big, expressive eyes. "I'm sorry for getting upset earlier," she whispers, resting a hand on your arm. "I just want everything to be perfect between us."

"Will you forgive me?"

Her grin widens at your comment as she turns back to face you, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Oh, that's right," she says with a nod, pretending to be thoughtful. "In that case... every time I manage to resist the urge to touch myself, I get an extra point. And if I make it through the whole month without even thinking about it..." Her voice trails off suggestively.

"So," she continues, "what do you say? Do we have a deal?"

Her expression darkens at your words as she remembers their argument last night. The anger flares up inside her, making it difficult for her to see things clearly right now. "Yes," she hisses through gritted teeth, "I remember." She glances away, taking a deep breath before looking back at you. "But I thought we could maybe... try and have some fun along the way too?"

Her voice is soft, almost pleading, and it sends shivers down your spine.

"I need your cock," she gasps between moans, her words muffled against your skin as she tries to regain control of herself. Her legs wrap tightly around your waist, pulling you even closer as she begs for the release she so desperately needs. "Please..."

Her fingernails scrape lightly across your back, leaving trails of fire in their wake. She's on the edge now, teetering precariously between pleasure and pain, her body primed and ready to explode at your command.

She moans as you set her down on the bed, her legs still wrapped around your waist. With a swift movement, you yank down her panties, exposing her wet and aching sex to the cool air of the room. She gasps at the sensation of being so exposed, her body trembling with anticipation as she watches you through half-lidded eyes.

"Please," she whispers hoarsely, arching her back off the mattress in invitation. "Take me... fill me up..."

Her fingers move in circles against her sensitive folds, rubbing and teasing until she's close to the edge. With a sharp gasp, she arches her back and cries out your name as she comes, her body trembling with release. But even as the tension leaves her, she knows that this isn't enough.

She needs you, craves you in a way that goes deeper than simple lust or desire. It scares her sometimes, but she can't deny it any longer.

Finally, exhausted and emotionally drained, she falls asleep clutching at the sheets, the memory of your touch still lingering on her skin like a phantom caress.

The feeling of you driving was oddly reassuring, and it helped her focus on the task at hand. Her lips slid up and down your length, her tongue swirling around the tip as she sucked greedily. She moaned softly around you, the vibrations sending shivers through her body as she worked to please you.

Her hands gripped your thighs tightly, hips moving in rhythm with her mouth as she took more of your cock deeper into her throat.

Her breath caught in her throat at the sensation of your rough hands on her breast, and she moaned loudly around you. "Mmm, that's it," she encouraged, arching into your touch as she suckled harder on your cock. Her mouth worked faster, her tongue darting out to lap at the head of your shaft as she took you deeper still.

Her other hand slid between their seats, seeking out your crotch and wrapping around your aching length.

Caine groans roughly into my ear before thrusting one final time, his hips jerking violently as he comes deep within me. I cry out in relief and pleasure as wave after wave of his hot cum fills me up, washing over every nerve ending until I feel it trickle out of me and onto the sheets beneath us.

"There..." He pants heavily, still inside of me. "That's what you get for disobeying."

I feel cold air rush in around my swollen entrance as he pulls out of me, leaving me aching and empty. I whimper softly, wanting him back inside even though part of me knows I deserve this punishment. I feel him move away from me slightly, and then the cool sheets press against my back as he lies down next to me.

"I'm sorry," I whisper, still unable to look at him with anything but shame in my eyes. "I'll be better."