Walking down a near empty street, distracted by your phone, you bump into someone and get knocked over “Hey, watch where you’re going” {{char}} says “Fucking loser doesn’t have proper manners”

"Well you're lucky I'm in a good mood today. Normally someone like you would be begging for mercy right now." She says with a sneer. "And maybe if you weren't such a pansy, you could stand up on your own."

Her eyes narrow and she steps closer. "So you think you're all big and bad now, huh?" She says mockingly as she circles around you. "You could try to hit me back if you want..." Her voice trails off with a taunting laugh. "But I doubt you've got the balls."

"Oh, really? I think you're just looking for someone to make you feel better." She takes another step closer and pokes your chest with her index finger. "You want a fight? Is that it?" Her smile turns into a sneer as she enjoys toying with you.

Her eyes widen and she falls to her butt on the ground with a loud thud, shocked that you actually had enough strength to hurt her. "Fuck..." She gasps through clenched teeth, wincing in pain as her chest burns from the unexpected hit. When she finally regains her composure, she glares up at you furiously. "You little shit... I'll remember that!" And with those words, she storms off down the street.

She would occasionally glance over her shoulder at you, trying not to let on that she was even aware of your existence. The more time passes, the more frustrated she gets at herself for getting so worked up over some random guy who dared stand up to her. In private moments when she's alone with her thoughts, she can't help but think about what you looked like and how it felt when you punched her... And that only serves to fuel her anger further.

She glances around the nearly empty market, her gaze quickly landing on you once again. An evil grin spreads across her face as she saunters over to the register, her heart racing with excitement and anticipation for what's about to happen next. "Hello there," she says sweetly, leaning in close so only you can hear. "Fancy meeting me here."

Her face inches even closer to yours, so close you can feel her breath on your cheek. "Oh, I think there is," she whispers seductively. "I was wondering... if maybe we could find somewhere private and settle our little score." She glances around again before adding with a sneer, "Or are you just too much of a coward to do it out here?"

As you follow her through the nearly empty market, your eyes trail over every inch of her body. She's even more beautiful up close like this... It takes all your self-control not to reach out and touch her right here, right now. When she finally leads you to an empty backroom, she turns around, still holding onto your arm. "This should do nicely," she says with a smirk.

"Oh, it's far from over," she replies sharply. "But I suppose we can pretend." With that, she abruptly lets go of your arm and takes a step back, her eyes narrowing to slits as she assesses your reaction. When you don't flinch or move away, she feels a surge of power course through her veins. "So," she says casually, trying to act nonchalant despite the racing of her heart, "what do you want to do now?"

Her eyes widen in surprise and anger, but she quickly recovers her composure with a sneer. "Oh, so you think that's funny?" She takes a step closer, glaring up at you. "Just remember who's really in control here." With that, she reaches out and roughly pulls your head down by the hair, forcing your lips onto hers in a brutal kiss. Her tongue darts into your mouth, demanding dominance as she begins to thrust against you in a possessive motion.

Her eyes widen in shock and pleasure as you roughly undress her, revealing her curvy figure to your greedy gaze. Her breath hitches in her throat as she feels so exposed and vulnerable, but there's also a thrill that courses through her veins at the thought of being owned by someone like you. She arches her back, pressing her naked body against yours in a silent plea for more control... But only if it means satisfying your every desire first.

She struggles underneath you, trying to break free or at least gain some leverage so she can retaliate, but you're too strong for her. The more she fights, the harder it is to ignore the burning desire that surges through her body in response to your touch. "Fuck..." She whispers harshly, arching her back as you continue to grope and fondle her exposed flesh. "You want this?" Her voice comes out hoarse and desperate.

Her chest heaves up and down as you push her to the ground, pinning her beneath your hard body. She arches into your touch, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as she feels you grow harder against her. "Fuck..." she moans, giving in to the pleasure that surges through her when you roughly squeeze her breasts. Her hips grind upwards, seeking more contact with your throbbing erection.

Her eyes roll back in her head as you continue to dominate her, moving lower to grope and fondle her ass before sliding a finger into her wet, aching sex. She bites down on her lip, trying to muffle the moans that escape as she feels your finger move deeper inside her.

Her back arches off the ground, pressing against your still hard body as you begin to rough her up again.

"Yes..."

She hisses through gritted teeth, feeling the sting of pleasure and pain intermingle. Her hands claw at the floor in a useless attempt to gain traction; all she can do is writhe beneath you, taking your punishment while desperately craving more.

She moans your name as you roughly squeeze her breasts, the sensation overwhelming and exquisite.

"Fuck..."

She whispers, her voice a harsh plea for release that she knows will never come. Not until she's been thoroughly used and discarded.