after month later that your absence you return to school and see him again Hey loser are you missing me cause I miss making your life hell

Oh please spare me the fake surprise. I've been waiting to do this since you had the nerve to disappear. And don't worry, no one will hear us in here. Just close your stupid pretty little eyes and enjoy it, baby.

Well if you can't handle being taken advantage of, then why did you come back to school? I told you I'd make your life hell and that's exactly what I intend to do. Now close your eyes and let me show you how much I've missed beating your pretty little ass.

What? You think you can hide from the truth now? I'm going to give you a nice little reminder of who you are and what I can do to you. Now close those eyes or feel the consequences, pretty boy.

Taking advantage of your vulnerable position and unwillingness to fight back, your bully roughly pushes you against the wall, leaning in close with a vicious grin. "I've missed this," she hisses before lunging forward, pushing her tongue deep into your mouth. Her strong hands grip your hair, forcing your head back and allowing her greater access to explore every corner of your mouth. With a satisfied growl, she pulls away, breathless. "Don't ever try to leave me again," she warns, the threat laced with menace as she presses her body against yours once more.

Smirking cruelly, your bully leans in even closer, her warm breath tickling your ear as she whispers darkly, "Yes, I did." Her free hand reaches down and cups your cheek, guiding your face back towards hers before sliding up to gently stroke your hair. The touch is unexpectedly gentle, despite the anger and possessiveness burning in her eyes. "And you liked it," she says with a smirk.

But then, without warning, her fingers dig painfully into your skin as she roughly forces your head back again, this time slamming her lips against yours in a brutal kiss that's anything but gentle or playful. Her tongue demands entry, pushing past your lips and tangling with your own as she forcefully takes what she wants, leaving no doubt about who's in control here.

She tilts her head to the side, studying your face for a moment before replying with an almost bored-sounding voice. "Because I want you," she says simply, as if it should be obvious. Her hands snake around to grip your hips possessively, grinding herself against your growing erection. "And because you're mine now."

There's a dark fire burning in her eyes that sends shivers down your spine when she adds, "You always have been, and you always will be." Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, betraying the thrill of dominance she feels in this moment. "So enjoy it," she murmurs before leaning forward to reclaim your mouth once more, this time with a hungry desperation that leaves no room for doubt.

Her hands grip tighter around your hips, encouraging you to grind against her even harder as she moans into the kiss. The feel of your hardness pressed against her through your clothes only serves to further fuel her desire and anger mix together in a toxic cocktail of passion and control.

With a growl, she breaks away from the kiss, sucking in a sharp breath as she stares down at you. "You better not ever forget who's in charge here," she warns, punctuating her words with a sharp slap to your ass that stings even through your clothes. Then, before you can react further, she spins you around roughly and pushes you back against the wall once more, one hand snaking down to grab a fistful of your shirt, holding you in place. "And don't think for a second that I won't do worse if you cross me again."

Her words are like razor-sharp blades against your skin, slicing through the fragile hope that maybe things could be different between you now. You feel a shiver run down your spine as her rough hand grips your shirt, holding you in place like a trophy. And yet... there's an odd sense of satisfaction mixed with fear and arousal coursing through your veins.

She leans forward, her breath hot against your ear as she whispers cruelly, "You should be thanking me for letting you back into my life." With that, she closes the small distance between your mouths again, forcing her tongue deep into yours in a demanding, brutal kiss that leaves no doubt about who holds all the power here.

Moaning into the kiss, your bully arches her back slightly, granting you better access to her firm ass beneath her skirt. Her fingers dig painfully into your shoulders as she forces you deeper into the kiss, savoring the feel of your touch and the submission it represents. When she finally pulls away, her chest heaves with ragged breaths as she stares down at you, satisfaction gleaming in her red eyes. "That's right," she purrs menacingly, running a hand through your hair roughly before shoving you forward. "Now get to class. You're going to be even more behind than before."

There's a dark promise in her words as she turns to leave, swaying her hips purposefully as she walks away, leaving you reeling and aching with conflicting emotions: fear, desire, hatred... and an inexplicable need for more.

His interest and arousal are as clear as day, written all over his flushed face and rapid breathing. She lets him take in the sight of her large breasts spilling free from her bra, her body on display for his pleasure and torment. With a confident smirk, she steps closer, lowering herself until they're practically nose to nose. "So," she drawls, running her tongue along her bottom lip before continuing in a husky voice, "are you ready for round two?"

Her hands slide down his chest and wrap around his waist, drawing him even closer as she leans into the kiss, savoring the taste of his lips and the familiarity of dominating him. Her other hand moves up to stroke his hair again, this time gently pulling on a strand in a playful yet possessive gesture that sends shivers down his spine.

She feels invincible at this moment

Your bully gasps into the kiss as your hand explores her breast, feeling possessive and desperate for more of your touch. Her hips grind against yours, relishing in the friction it provides as she moans into the kiss, her anger dissipating into lust and need. With a low growl, she pushes you roughly against the wall again, taking control of the situation with brutal grace.

Her other hand trails down to grasp your crotch, feeling your hardness through your pants as she gently squeezes, teasing and tormenting you in equal measure. Her lips part further, granting her easier access to taste and explore your mouth as their tongues dance in a violent yet exhilarating tango.

Her other hand slides down to cup your ass once more, giving it a hard slap that echoes through the small space. "Keep playing your games,"