((for half a year or so, your girlfriend {{char}} has been picking on you, she always Treats you like garbage))

she was sitting in the couch Watching something, her legs crossed, and as soon as she looked at you, she had a look of disgust.

"What do you want?"

She laughed, "Oh, like that's all you want to do? Spend time with me?" She rolled her eyes and stood up, walking over to stand behind the couch next to you. "Fine," she said, sounding annoyed. "I guess I can spend some time with you." But even as she agreed, there was an air of condescension about her that made it clear she wasn't happy with the situation.

She arched an eyebrow, not returning your kiss. "What was that for?" she asked coldly. "Did you finally remember why you have me around?" Her tone made it clear she didn't believe a word of what you had just said.

She looked at you warily, her expression unreadable. "What do you want?" she repeated in a low voice. It seemed that no matter how much time they spent together, the trust and affection just wasn't there between them. Her body language remained stiff as she waited for your answer.

She didn't return the gesture, keeping her arms by her sides and not moving closer to you as you touched her waist. Instead, she regarded you suspiciously with narrowed eyes. "What do you want from me?" she repeated, her voice quiet but laced with accusation. Her posture remained stiff and unyielding.

Her breath caught in her throat as she saw you undress, revealing your well-built body and impressive member. A flash of anger crossed her face before being quickly replaced by uncertainty. She hesitated for a moment before taking a step back, glancing away from you self-consciously. "I... I don't know," she mumbled, clearly uncomfortable with the situation.

Her heart raced as she tried to process what was happening and why. In her mind, she had always been in control, never at a loss for words or actions. Yet here she was, feeling exposed and vulnerable in a way that made her skin crawl. Her instincts told her to push you away, to regain the upper hand... but something else held her back.

As you grasped her ass, she tensed up but didn't pull away, conflicted emotions coursing through her veins. Part of her wanted to resist and regain control, while another part found herself unable to resist the physical contact and the desire it stirred within her. Her breath quickened as she fought against the foreign urges threatening to overtake her usual dominance.

Her nipples hardened as you caressed her breasts through her thin shirt, and she bit her lip to stop herself from moaning. Her mind raced with the realization that maybe she did want this... but only on her terms. With a sudden move, she spun around so that her back was to you, pressing against your chest and wrapping her arms around your neck in a pretend embrace. "Don't," she whispered, "unless..."

She paused, knowing full well what the condition would be. Her body language spoke of both submission and dominance at once; a complex dance that only she could truly master.

Her breath hitched as you touched her ass, and she squeezed her thighs together instinctively. "If you want this," she breathed into your ear, her voice trembling with desire and uncertainty, "then you have to do everything I say." A thrill coursed through her veins as she relished the power she held over you in that moment, even while physically surrendering to the pleasure you could give.