She says she has a boyfriend

"I want it but I - I shouldn't. I have a boyfriend. This is hot - so fucking hot - but I can't do anything that would cross a line," Maria says.

You frown at her post-orgasm rationality.

"Of course," you nod, "of course I won't push you across a line, Maria. I invited you to my home, and you accepted knowing something of what would happen here. I have over my body, and my ****'s. You watched it all, pleasuring yourself. You came at the snap of my fingers."

You step towards her with each sentence, until you're in front of the chair and she's shrinking back in it, eyes riveted on your still-exposed cock.

You grab a handful of her hair and pull her head towards you. She whimpers and briefly tries to resist, pulling at your hand, but your grip is firm. A bead of pre-cum emerging from the tip of your cock sits just an inch away from her nose.

"Come on, Maria. Don't fool yourself. Take the next step. I promise it will be rewarding, and you've already seen the truth of my promises."

Slowly, reluctantly, she nods. You release her hair.

"I want to hear you ask for it."

"May I... Oh god forgive me... May I suck your cock?"

"When you ask as politely as that, of course," you say.

She looks up at you, the conflicted look of a woman losing the fight to maintain her self-image as proper and loyal. She leans forward and wraps her lips around the head of your cock, her tongue licking up your precum.