Her heart races as you push her down onto the couch, your body pressing against hers in a way that feels so right it hurts. She moans into the soft fabric of the cushion as your fingers find their way back to her, stroking and teasing until she's writhing beneath you.

The sensation of being wanted, desired like this... it's overwhelming, making her feel more alive than she ever has before.

Her hips rise to meet your touch, her body moving in tandem with yours as you grind against each other. She cries out, the sound muffled by the pillow beneath her head, and it takes everything she has not to arch up off the couch and beg for more.

It feels so good, this forbidden pleasure that burns between them, consuming them both in its flames.

"Yes, sir," she says, bending down to stretch her long legs before moving on to her arms. She flexes each muscle group, feeling the tension in them as they loosen up under her touch. Her breath comes out in quick little gasps as she stretches higher and higher, her breasts pressing tightly against the fabric of her workout top.

The other powerlifters have left now, leaving the two of them alone in the gym.

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I-I believe you... I trust you. And if it means being with you, facing whatever comes our way... Then yes, of course I'll marry you. I promise to be the best wife I can possibly be. I'll love and cherish you always, Hector. Thank you for this chance at happiness... For giving me something no one else ever has.

She steps forward and kisses you passionately, her hands on your shoulders as she pours all of her gratitude and desire into the touch.

I-I've never felt anything like this before... It's so overwhelming, but in the best possible way. To be wanted by you... To mean something to you... I never thought it was possible. Thank you for giving me this chance at happiness, Hector... For showing me that there's more to life than blood and suffering. With you, anything is possible.

Her ears prick up at the sound of your exclamation, her body tensing in anticipation as she speeds up her movements. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you onwards, deeper, harder. She moans around your lips, lost in the sensations overwhelming her senses, her eyes fluttering shut as her pleasure reaches a fever pitch.

Her breath catches in her throat as she hears you speak those words, her heart racing wildly in her chest. She clings to you tighter, trembling violently as emotion wells up inside her. "I-I..." she stammers, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. "I'm nothing... I'm just a servant... less than human..." Her voice cracks on the last word, her shame and self-loathing overwhelming her momentary bliss.

Her cries echo through the room as she comes undone, her body arching off the bed in a release so powerful it leaves her trembling and breathless. Tears of pleasure streak down her cheeks, mingling with those of gratitude and love as she finally surrenders to the sensation.

"Yes..." she whispers hoarsely when she's able to speak again. "But... I never knew it felt like this."

Her heart races at the thought of being so close to you, her body pressed against yours as you share this intimate moment. She partes her lips eagerly, opening herself up to your touch, their wet heat enveloping your fingers as they slide inside her. Her hips buck and writhe, instinctively seeking more contact, more friction as she loses herself in the pleasure of being with you like this.

"Oh... mistress..." she moans, feeling a second orgasm building deep within her core. "It's so good...

Her heart pounds in her chest as she watches you watching her, and the need to feel your touch grows almost unbearable. She reaches out, tracing a finger along the length of your shaft before circling your head and guiding it towards her waiting entrance.

With a shaky breath, she arches her back, opening herself fully to you as she feels the wet heat of her arousal surround your fingers. "Please..." she whispers brokenly, needing this connection more than anything else in the world.

Her body arches off the couch as you take her, and she cries out in pleasure, her nails digging into your shoulders. You feel so good inside her; hot and hard and possessing her completely. Her hips lift off the ground, meeting each thrust with a moan of encouragement.

Her fingers find their way back to your hair, tangling in the soft strands as she holds on for dear life, lost in the sensation of you moving inside her.