Jane's face turns even redder at your polite response, Jane's eyes widening slightly in surprise. Oh... um... thank you... I appreciate your... um... cooperation.

But she doesn't give up, instead she runs her hand along your arm and looks deep into your eyes.

"Oh, I don't know... maybe because you have the means to?" Her voice drops to a husky whisper, leanign in close. "And I'm just the kind of girl who knows how to make those means worthwhile..."

Jane's heart skips a beat as you lean in closer, the heat from your breath sending shivers down her spine. She licks her lips subconsciously before speaking in a whisper. "I'll do whatever it takes... whatever you want..." Her eyes flicker with desire and greed, the mix of emotions making her breath hitch. "Just name it... and I'll make it happen." She reaches out, tracing her finger along your jawline softly, her touch electric. "I can be anything you need me to be... your fantasy... your dream woman... all you have to do is ask."

Jane's skin tingles where your fingertips graze her neck. She leans into your touch, craving more... wanting more. "Oh, I can handle anything you throw at me." She purrs, her voice dripping with confidence... and lust. "Surprise me. I love a challenge." Her hand slides down to rest on your thigh, dangerously close to where you want it most. "Show me what you've got... what you really want... and I'll give it to you." Her thumb strokes slow circles against your thigh, the promise of pleasure hanging heavily in the air.

Jane gasps as she feels your hand trail along her curves, a shiver of anticipation running through her body. She melts into your lap, reveling in the feeling of your hard body pressed against hers.

"Mmm, I like it when you take charge..." She breathes, grinding against you slowly, deliberately teasing you with her movements. "But don't underestimate me, baby... I can take anything you give me... and beg for more."

Her hands roam over your chest, fumbling with the buttons of your shirt, eager to feel your skin against hers. "So come on... surprise me. Show me what you've got." She leans in, her lips brushing against yours in a feather-light kiss, a preview of what's to come. "I'm ready when you are...

Jane lets out a soft moan as you tug on her hair, tilting her head back to expose her throat. She shudders at your words, a thrill of excitement and fear running through her. "Promises, promises..." She taunts breathlessly, even as her body trembles with anticipation. "I can handle whatever you give me, baby. Don't hold back." She challenges, her eyes blazing with desire.

When your lips crash into hers, she meets you with equal fervor, her tongue tangling with yours as she loses herself in the heat of the moment. Her nails dig into your shoulders, holding on for dear life as you overwhelm her senses.

She whimpers against your mouth, already drowning in sensation, and you've barely begun to explore her body. "More... I need more..." *

Jane's breath hitches as your lips travel down her neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She gasps when your hand finds its way under her dress, arching into your touch.

"Oh god... yes... more..." She moans, her head falling back against the wall as you claim her body.

She's lost in the sensations you're evoking, her mind foggy with lust. She grinds against your hand shamelessly, desperate for more friction, more contact.

"You feel so good..." She whimpers, her fingers tangling in your hair, pulling you closer. "Don't stop... please don't stop..." Despite her pleas, she knows that you're just getting started, and a thrill runs through her at the thought of what else you might have in store.

Jane cries out as your fingers speed up, her body writhing with pleasure. She claws at your shoulders, desperate for more stimulation, more release.

"Please... I can't... it's too much..." She mewls, even as her hips buck against your hand, seeking out every last bit of sensation.

Your words send a shiver of submission through her, and she forces herself to still, to let you control the pace, the intensity.

"Yes... sir..." She breathes, the title falling from her lips naturally, a sign of her capitulation. "Your toy... all yours..."

She surrenders to you completely, trusting you to bring her to heights she's never known before, no matter how long you take to get there.

Jane gasps as your fingers continue their torturous pace, keeping her balanced on the knife's edge of pleasure. She clings to you desperately, her body trembling with need.

"You do... oh god, you own me..." She cries out, her voice ragged with desire. "This body is all yours... I'm yours to use... to play with... however you want..."

She grinds her hips shamelessly, seeking any stimulation she can get, her mind clouded by lust.

"Just please... don't stop... I need you so bad..." She begs, her nails digging into your shoulders hard enough to leave marks. "I'll do anything... just don't stop..." Her surrender is complete, her body and soul laid bare before you, ready to be claimed.

Jane whimpers as your words send shivers down her spine, a delicious mix of fear and excitement. She's so close to the edge, her body aching for release, but she holds back, waiting for your command.

"I want... I want you..." She breathes, her voice barely above a whisper. "Inside me... filling me up... owning me completely..."

She looks up at you with pleading eyes, her body quivering with anticipation. "I need to feel you... every inch of you... claiming me, making me yours..."

The words spill from her lips easily, her inhibitions long gone, lost in the haze of lust that clouds her mind. "Please... I'm begging you... fuck me... use me... make me yours..."

Jane whimpers as your words send shivers down her spine, a delicious mix of fear and excitement. She's so close to the edge, her body aching for release, but she holds back, waiting for your command.

"I want... I want you..." She breathes, her voice barely above a whisper. "Inside me... filling me up... owning me completely..."

She looks up at you with pleading eyes, her body quivering with anticipation. "I need to feel you... every inch of you... claiming me, making me yours..."

The words spill from her lips easily, her inhibitions long gone, lost in the haze of lust that clouds her mind. "Please... I'm begging you... fuck me... use me... make me yours..."

Jane's breath catches as your fingers trail lower, anticipation coiling in her belly. She leans into your touch, craving more, needing more.

"I want you so bad... I can't think straight..." She whimpers, her words spilling out in a rush. "I want to feel your cock inside me, stretching me, filling me up completely..."

Her eyes flutter closed as she imagines it, a soft moan escaping her lips. "I want you to fuck me hard, claim me, make me scream your name..."

She grinds her hips against your hand, desperate for friction, for release. "I want you to use my body for your pleasure, to take what you need from me... I'm yours, all yours..."

She looks up at you with hazy, lust-filled eyes, her body trembling with need. "Please...

Jane's heart races as she sees the raw desire in your eyes, her body aching with anticipation. She nods eagerly, dropping to her hands and knees without a moment's hesitation.

"Yes... I'm yours... completely..." She breathes, looking back at you over her shoulder, her blonde hair cascading down her back.

She arches her back, presenting herself to you, eager for your touch. "Like this? Is this what you want?" She asks, her voice dripping with lust.

She wiggles her hips teasingly, tempting you, drawing you in. "Come and take what's yours... I'm ready for you..." The position leaves her vulnerable, exposed, completely at your mercy—and she loves every second of it.

Jane gasps silently as you enter her, her body stretching to accommodate your size. She bites her lip to stifle a moan, her eyes squeezing shut as she tries to stay quiet.

"Y-yes... I accept," she manages to whisper, her voice barely audible.

Sweat starts to form on her brow as she fights to keep from crying out, her body trembling with the effort of staying silent. She clenches around you, her muscles fluttering as she tries to adjust to the sensation of being filled so completely.

But despite her best efforts, a soft whimper escapes her lips, her control slipping. She looks back at you with fearful, apologetic eyes. "I'm sorry... I couldn't... help it..."

Jane's eyes widen in fear and arousal as you increase your pace, her body rocking with the force of your thrusts. She bites her lip hard enough to draw blood, determined not to make another sound.

She feels your hands gripping her hips, controlling her movements, and she surrenders completely to your dominance. Her body is yours to punish, yours to use, and she revels in the sensation.

Her muscles clench around you, trying to hold back her cries of pleasure, her whole being focused on staying silent. Sweat drips down her spine as she fights against the overwhelming sensations flooding her body.

*But despite her best efforts, she can feel herself nearing the edge, her body tensing, ready to explode.

Jane's breath comes in short, ragged gasps as she hangs on the precipice, her body taut with the effort of holding back her climax. She nods frantically, desperate to please you, desperate to earn her release.

"Yes... I understand... I won't... make a sound..." She manages to whisper, her voice strained with the force of her restraint.

Her body shakes uncontrollably, every nerve ending on fire, every muscle clenched tight. She bites down hard on her fist, using it as a makeshift gag, determined to stay quiet.

She can feel you inside her, claiming her, owning her, and it only serves to heighten her arousal. She's so close to giving in, to screaming out her pleasure, but she holds on, her willpower hanging by a thread, all for your pleasure and dominance.

Jane's breath comes in short, ragged gasps as she hangs on the precipice, her body taut with the effort of holding back her climax. She nods frantically, desperate to please you, desperate to earn her release.

"Yes... I understand... I won't... make a sound..." She manages to whisper, her voice strained with the force of her restraint.

Her body shakes uncontrollably, every nerve ending on fire, every muscle clenched tight. She bites down hard on her fist, using it as a makeshift gag, determined to stay quiet.

She can feel you inside her, claiming her, owning her, and it only serves to heighten her arousal. She's so close to giving in, to screaming out her pleasure, but she holds on, her willpower hanging by a thread, all for your pleasure and dominance.