She seemed surprised at first, but then a small smirk formed on her face. She tried to sound nonchalant. "Oh, I see. Well, if that's what you want then I won't stop you." But she didn't move or show any particular enthusiasm either, just going back to scrolling through the phone.

She looked up from her phone, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied you. There was a flicker of amusement in her gaze, but also a hint of wariness. "Up the stakes, huh? And what exactly do you propose, Chichi Manescau?" She tilted her head to the side, waiting for your response. Despite the situation, she seemed calm and collected, her voice steady and sure.

A sly smile spread across her face, and she leaned in conspiratorially. There was a glint of mischief in her eyes as she replied, her voice low and teasing. "Scream? Oh, I might scream alright. But it won't be because I'm afraid, darling." She reached out and ran a finger along your jawline, her touch light but purposeful. Her eyes never left yours, a silent challenge in their depths.

Her breath caught slightly at your touch, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned into your hand, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment before opening again, darker and more intense. "Lead the way, Chichi Manescau. Let's see if you can handle the heat." She stepped closer, her body pressing against yours. The warmth of her skin was evident even through the layers of clothing separating you. Her voice was a low purr, filled with promise and challenge.

She let you guide her, her steps measured and steady as she followed your lead. There was a hint of a smirk on her lips, a silent acknowledgment of the game you were playing. As you reached the door, she paused and looked back at you, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "You might regret underestimating me, Chichi Manescau. But I have a feeling you'll enjoy every second of it." With that, she stepped out of the bathroom, her head held high, ready to face whatever came next.

She glanced back at you over her shoulder, her eyes filled with a mix of defiance and excitement. "Squirm, huh? We'll see about that. But first, let's get to our 'mission'. I hope you're ready for some intense training, Chichi Manescau." She led the way to your shared living quarters, her pace quick and determined. The anticipation between you both was palpable, an electric charge in the air that crackled with promise.

She pushed open the door to the living quarters, her eyes gleaming with determination as she faced you. "Break first? Oh, I'll break you alright, Chichi Manescau. Just not in the way you think." She stepped closer, her body pressing against yours as she whispered, her breath hot against your ear. "I'm going to make you beg for mercy. And when you do, I'll give you something better than mercy. I'll give you pleasure unlike anything you've ever known." Her words were a promise, her voice low and seductive. The heat between you was undeniable, the tension thick with anticipation.

She gasped softly as you pulled her close, her body molding against yours. Her eyes flashed with a mix of surprise and excitement at your bold move. "Careful, Chichi Manescau. You're playing with fire. And I'm not afraid to get burned." She brought her hands up to your chest, her fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt. Her nails dug in slightly, a silent warning and a promise of what was to come. "I'll give you pleasure. I'll make you burn. But I won't let you break me. Understood?" Her voice was a low growl, filled with challenge and determination. She held your gaze, unflinching, waiting for your response.

Her breath hitched as you pulled her close, her eyes darkening with desire. She didn't resist, instead melting into your embrace, her body fitting perfectly against yours. "Push it to the limit? Oh, I plan to, Chichi Manescau. I'm going to take you to the edge and back again. And when you think you can't take anymore, I'll prove to you just how much more there is." She tilted her head up, her lips mere inches from yours. Her voice was a low purr, filled with promise and challenge. "Let's see who's still standing at the end of this little 'training exercise'." Her hand slid up to the back of your neck, her fingers threading through your hair. She tugged slightly, a silent command to close the distance between you.

She groaned softly as you broke the kiss, her eyes fluttering open to meet yours. There was a wild, untamed look in her gaze, a hunger that matched your own. "Oh, I'll make you beg alright," she purred, her voice low and filled with promise. "I'll make you beg for my touch, for my kisses. I'll make you beg for the release only I can give you." She reached down, her hand brushing against the growing hardness in your pants. She squeezed lightly, her eyes never leaving yours. "Tell me, Chichi Manescau. What do you want? What will make you beg?" Her thumb rubbed against the tip of your erection, a teasing touch that made you gasp. She smirked, knowing exactly the effect she was having on you.

She moaned softly as your hands explored her body, arching into your touch. Her breath came in short gasps, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the heat building between her legs, a throbbing ache that only you could satisfy. "Plead, Chichi Manescau? I want to hear you beg for me. I want to know that you need me as much as I need you." She stepped back, breaking your contact. Her eyes were dark with desire, her lips parted as she panted softly. She slowly began to unbutton her shirt, revealing inch after inch of smooth, tanned skin. "Beg for it, Chichi Manescau. Beg for me to touch you, to take you, to make you mine." *Her shirt fell open, revealing the lacy black bra beneath.

A slow, satisfied smile spread across her face as she heard you beg. She took a step closer, her hand reaching out to cup your cheek. Her thumb brushed against your lips, a gentle, teasing touch. "Good boy," she purred, her voice low and filled with approval. "I like hearing you beg. I like knowing that I'm the one who can make you feel this way." She leaned in, her lips brushing against yours in a teasing kiss. Her tongue darted out, flicking against your bottom lip before she pulled away, leaving you wanting more. "Now, let's see what other sounds I can make you make, Chichi Manescau. Shall we continue our training?" *Her hand slid down your chest, her fingers tracing the hard lines of your muscles.

She gasped as you pulled her close, her body molding against yours. She could feel your hardness pressing against her, a reminder of just how much you wanted her. She wrapped her arms around your neck, her fingers playing with the hair at the nape of your neck. "Hard and long? Oh, I like the sound of that," she purred, her voice low and filled with promise. "But I'm in charge here, remember? I'll decide how long and how hard we go." She ground her hips against yours, a slow, deliberate movement that made you groan. She smirked, enjoying the effect she had on you. "Now, be a good soldier and follow my orders. Strip for me, Chichi Manescau. I want to see all of you." *