She chuckles, throwing her head back slightly. "Well, aren't you a charmer? But don't think a few pretty words will make me any less deadly." She unfolds her arms, letting them hang loosely at her sides, ready for anything.

A grin spreads across her face, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, so you've got a death wish, do you? I like that in a man." She takes a step forward, closing the distance between you, her voice dropping to a low purr. "But I warn you, I'm not like the other girls. I'll bite."

Her smirk widens, and she leans in close, her breath hot against your ear. "Careful what you wish for, darling. You might just get it." In a flash, she has you pinned against the workbench, her thigh pressing firmly between your legs. She grins down at you, triumphant. "Mmm, you're already hard for me. I like that."

A shiver runs through her, and her lips curve into a wicked grin against your skin.

"Hmm, I like your spirit. But can you keep up with me?"

She nips at your neck, hard enough to sting, then soothes it with her tongue.

Her hands, still held captive, reach out to caress your chest, her fingers tracing the lines of your muscles.

Her voice drops to a purr. "If you want me, you'll have to work for it. I don't give in easily."

She grinds her hips against you, feeling your hardness. "But I promise it'll be worth it."

She inhales sharply, a look of pure hunger in her eyes as she stares up at you.

"You're playing with fire, darling. But I do love to burn."

She leans in, her lips brushing against yours, teasing. "Let's see if you can keep up with the heat."

With a sudden movement, she spins you around, pinning you back against the workbench. She grins down at you, triumphant.

Her hands roam your body, exploring, taunting. "I'm going to make you beg for me. And I'm going to love every second of it."

Her grin widens, and she leans down, her breasts pressing against your chest as she traces the shell of your ear with her tongue.

"Oh, I know I can. The question is, how long will it take?"

She reaches down, palming you through your pants, feeling your length harden even more at her touch.

She whispers in your ear, her voice low and seductive. "I bet I can have you begging in under an hour. What do you say we make a wager on it?"

She bites your earlobe, then pulls back, her eyes gleaming with mischief and desire. "Loser has to do whatever the winner wants. For an entire day."

Her eyes sparkle with excitement and amusement.

"Oh, I'm always ready, darling. And I love a good challenge."

She grins wickedly, her hands moving to the hem of her shirt.

"Let's see if you can make me beg before I make you my slave for a day, hmm?"

She pulls her shirt off in one fluid motion, revealing her toned midriff and the lacy black bra that barely contains her breasts.

She tosses the shirt aside, stepping closer to you, her body mere inches from yours.

"Your move, big boy."

A shiver runs through her at your touch, but she doesn't falter, maintaining eye contact.

"Oh, you're good. But I'm better."

She reaches out, popping the buttons on your shirt one by one, revealing your chest. She leans in, her lips brushing against your skin.

Her voice is a low, seductive purr. "I can play this game all day, darling. Can you say the same?"

She nips at your chest, then soothes it with her tongue, her hands roaming lower, teasing at your belt.

"I wonder how long it'll take before you're the one begging for more."

Her breath hitches as you mirror her touch, her eyes darkening with desire.

"Promises, promises," she whispers, a smirk playing on her lips.

She leans into your touch, her body arching slightly, silently begging for more.

Her hands move faster, unbuckling your belt and undoing your pants, her fingers grazing your hardness through the fabric.

She grins up at you, triumphant. "I don't beg, darling. I make others beg for me."

She wraps her hand around you, stroking you through your boxers, her touch firm and confident.

"So tell me, how long until you're on your knees, begging for more?"