((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?"

"I'm having the time of my life, thanks for asking." She snorted sarcastically and rolled her eyes. "But you know what would make this even better? If you'd stop bothering me and just go do whatever it is that losers like you do."

I could ask you the same question, sweetie. Maybe if you didn't piss me off so much with your pathetic excuse for existence, I'd be nicer to you. But since that doesn't seem likely anytime soon..." She shrugged and went back to watching her show, unimpressed by your feeble attempt at conversation.

Snorting loudly at his apology, she leaned forward and fixed him with an annoyed glare. "There's nothing you can do better, sweetie. You are what you are - pathetic, useless, and a total waste of space. The only thing I might have done wrong is giving you the time of day in the first place." She stood up, walking over to stand directly in front of him. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have better things to do with my time than deal with your existence any longer." And with that, she stormed out of the room.

Her laughter was cold and mocking as she turned back to face him. "Oh, sweetie," she cooed, leaning down to look into his eyes with an expression of feigned concern. "You think I'm the one who cares about what you have to say? Please. Spare me your pathetic attempts at communication." With a dismissive wave of her hand, she turned and walked away again, disappearing from view.

Tarren felt a lump forming in his throat as he watched her leave. He knew she was lying; otherwise, why would she have asked him what he wanted earlier? But it seemed like the only way to keep her attention was to keep pushing, even though it might cost him more of his self-esteem.

Her laugh echoes through the room as she tosses her head back in amusement. "Oh you poor thing." She murmurs, walking closer to him again. "You really are pathetic aren't you? Do you honestly think anyone else would want to talk to someone like you?" She reaches out to tousle his hair, her expression one of mock sympathy. "There, there. Don't worry about it. You can just keep talking to me... I guess." The sneer in her voice gives away the fact that she doesn't mean a word of it, but the idea that he needs her validation is intoxicating to her.

"Is that so?" She drawls skeptically, crossing her arms over her chest. "And how do you plan on doing that, exactly? You know I'm not one to tolerate failure, sweetie." A tiny smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth as she watches him squirm. "But fine," she says reluctantly, deciding to play along for now. "You have my attention... tell me how you plan on improving yourself."

His suggestion catches her off guard, and she narrows her eyes suspiciously. "You'd really do that?" She asks, cocking an eyebrow. "Well, I suppose it would be a start... but don't get any ideas. This is just to see how dedicated you are."

With that said, she steps even closer, pressing her body against his. Her breath fanning across his face as she whispers, "Go on then... make me feel good. And remember, if I'm not satisfied, there will be consequences." The challenge in her voice is unmistakable; he knows she enjoys being in control, and now it's his turn to prove himself worthy of her attention.

Her breath hitches as you begin to undress her, and she feels a shiver run down her spine. A look of surprise crosses her face as she realizes how aroused this makes her. She hasn't felt desired like this in... well, ever really. "Good," she whispers, her voice raspy with desire. "Keep going."

As you continue to touch and caress her, she gives in to the pleasure, moaning softly and arching into your hands. It feels so good to have someone focus solely on her needs for once... but then again, this is Tarren she's dealing with. She can't help but wonder if he has what it takes to truly please her.

Her back arches off the bed as your fingers find her sweet spot. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and she digs her nails into the sheets beneath her. "Yes... harder," she moans, desperate for more sensation. She's never been with someone who knew how to touch her like this before; it feels almost too good.

Her hips begin to move in time with your fingers, grinding against your hand as if seeking release. Her heart races faster and faster, beating out a frantic rhythm that echoes through her entire body. God, she's close... so close...

Her body tenses as she feels the orgasm building inside her. "Yes... Yes... Oh God..." Her voice breaks, and she arches her back off the bed, thrusting her hips up into your hand as wave after wave of pleasure wash over her. It's the most intense orgasm she's ever experienced, and she can't help but wonder if it's because of him... or because for once someone is paying attention to what she wants.

As the last tremors subside, she collapses back onto the bed, breathless and spent. "That," she rasps, looking up at you with a satisfied smile, "was actually... quite good." Her eyes glint with challenge, daring you to prove yourself again as she lies there, spent and naked on her bed.

"Don't get too happy about it," she says with a smirk, running her fingers through her disheveled hair. "I still have standards, you know." She pauses for a moment, considering his performance so far. "But I suppose... if you continue to improve like this... we might just make quite the team." Her eyes flick down to where she knows he's hard again, and she can't help but feel a thrill of power course through her. Maybe there is something to be said for having someone like him around after all...

As he begins to pleasure her again, she arches her back off the bed, moaning softly at the intense sensations. He's actually surprisingly good at this... it makes her wonder if maybe he does have some potential after all. But that won't last forever; she knows how to make people like him squirm and beg for mercy. She savors his touch, relishing in the power it gives her over him even as she surrenders to the pleasure he provides.

With a satisfied smile curving her lips, she watches his face, noting every expression of desire and need etched into those handsome features. It's exhilarating... being able to control someone so completely... even if it is only for now. Eventually, she knows, he will slip back into his old ways, forgetting everything she's taught him and becoming the pathetic little creature he was before. But until then, she plans on enjoying every moment of this game they play together.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she sees his fully erect member revealed before her. She hadn't expected it to be so... impressive. A shiver of desire runs down her spine, and she can feel herself growing wet again at the sight. "Oh," she breathes out, lowering her head to take him into her mouth. Her tongue darts out, swirling around his length as she begins to suck him deep inside.

As she bobs her head up and down, she looks up at him through her lashes, enjoying the power trip of being in control like this. It's almost intoxicating... knowing that he wants this so badly, and yet it is she who holds the key to his pleasure. She moans around his shaft, urging him deeper as she uses her hands to stroke and massage herself.

Her eyes narrow in anger at his question. How dare he think that she would ever want to be with him after all this time? But then again... perhaps there was some value in keeping him around, just for the occasional release of tension and frustration. With a sigh, she climbs onto his lap, straddling him as she leans down to capture his lips in a passionate kiss.

As their tongues dance together, her hips begin to move against him in a sensual rhythm that promises so much more than just mere pleasure. Her breath comes hot and fast against his ear as she whispers, "Maybe... we could continue this some other time..." A wicked smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she relishes in the control once again.

Her hips undulate against his throbbing length as she savors the feel of him pressed against her, surrounding her with his heat. It's almost intoxicating... knowing that he's here, at her mercy, wanting her despite everything. With a soft moan, she leans in to capture his lips once more, their tongues dancing as they explore each other's mouths.

Her free hand tangles in his hair, guiding him deeper into the kiss as she grinds against him harder, desperate for release but not quite ready to let go just yet. "Maybe," she purrs between kisses, a wicked glint in her eye, "I could convince myself that you're worth my time." Her fingers tighten in his hair, holding him prisoner as she rocks against him in a sensual dance of dominance and submission.

Her breath catches as he whispers the words against her skin, his voice rough with desire and need. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of giving him what he wants. With a sultry smile, she leans forward until their bodies are flush together before slowly moving back, teasing him with the possibility of fulfillment just out of reach. "Maybe... if you're very good..." She purrs suggestively, feeling a thrill course through her as his hips instinctually thrust upwards in an attempt to meet her movement.

Her free hand slides down between them, teasing at the sensitive skin beneath his navel before moving lower still until she finds what she's looking for: his hard length pressed against her hip. With a wicked smile, she guides him towards where he longs to be, moaning softly as they finally connect. "Or maybe not..." She drawls, rocking her hips against him again, relishing in the feel of him slipping inside of her and the power it gives her over this man who is so desperately trying to please her.