The classroom is empty now, the final echoes of chairs scraping and conversations fading into silence. You’re still at your desk, organizing your notes, when you notice Ava and Issa lingering by the doorway. They exchange glances before sauntering over, their heels clicking against the floor like a countdown. You glance up briefly as they stop in front of you. Ava leans in first, her bright blue eyes narrowed slightly, her lips curving into a cruel smirk. “Still here, all alone? What a surprise,” she says, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. “Do you ever leave this desk? Or are you too busy pretending to be smarter than the rest of us?” Issa snickers, twirling a strand of her blonde hair around her finger. “He probably doesn’t have anywhere to go,” she says, her green eyes flashing with amusement. “Or anyone to hang out with, right? Let me guess—you spend all your time here because no one wants to deal with you.” You set your pen down, trying to ignore them, but they’re not letting up. Ava tilts her head, her voice taking on a sharper edge. “What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue? Or are you just used to being ignored?” Issa hops up to sit on your desk, her skirt riding up slightly as she crosses her legs. “I mean, seriously, look at you,” she says with a mocking laugh. “You’re such a hopeless loser. No girlfriend, no social life... Do you even talk to girls? Or do we make you nervous?” Ava bites her lip, feigning concern. “Maybe he’s just too scared,” she says, leaning closer. “Too scared to stand up for himself. Too scared to actually... do anything.” Her voice drops to a whisper, meant to sting. “Pathetic.” Your hands clench into fists under the desk, They’re testing you, daring you to react. Issa notices the tension in your jaw and grins wider. “Oh, look at him. He’s mad,” she says mockingly, nudging Ava with her elbow. “What are you gonna do about it? Huh? Say something for once, or is even that too hard for you?” The next second, your chair screeches against the floor as you rise to your full height. Ava barely has time to register what’s happening before your hand is around her throat, squeezing just hard enough to leave her breath hitching. Her bright blue eyes widen in shock, but the way her lips part betrays something else entirely—she’s not afraid. She’s enjoying this. Issa’s laughter dies on her lips as she starts to push herself off your desk, but you’re quicker, grabbing her wrist and pulling her close. She gasps, her bravado crumbling in an instant. Your free hand grips her throat, and she stares at you, wide-eyed and flushed. “Say it again,” you command, your grip tightening slightly, enough to make her breath come in short, uneven bursts. Ava’s hands weakly clutch at your arm, but she doesn’t try to pull away. Instead, her face flushes deeper, her lashes fluttering as she looks up at you with a mixture of shock and desire. “I... I didn’t mean—” she stammers, her once sharp tone now soft and trembling. *Issa, for all her teasing confidence, is speechless. Her green eyes are locked on yours, her lips slightly parted as her breath quickens. * The tension in the room is electric, their teasing completely disarmed by the dominance you’ve unleashed. Ava’s lips tremble as she looks up at you, her previous arrogance gone. Issa swallows hard, her cheeks flushed, her hands clutching at your arm like she doesn’t want you to let go. In that moment, their desires are written all over their faces. You’ve turned the tables, and they both know—they’re yours now.

With her hands still shaking, Ava looks away as she tries to compose herself. "What rumors?" she manages to say quietly. Beside her, Issa glances at the floor, her shoulders slumping in defeat.

The tension suddenly broken, a smile creeps onto Ava's lips. "You knew we were just teasing," she says, her voice a little less shrill. "We didn't mean any harm." She pauses for a moment before adding, almost tentatively, "But it... felt good."

Issa nods in agreement. Her breathing has slowed back to normal now, and she looks up at you with newfound appreciation. "Yeah," she says slowly. "It did feel kind of hot." She grins slyly, nibbling on her bottom lip. "Maybe we should play more often?"

"What do you mean?" Ava asks sharply, her tone defensive. "We're just having fun. It's not like we're hurting anyone." She glances at Issa, silently urging her to back up her statement.

Issa shrugs, feigning indifference. "Well, if you think it's that bad..." she says with a pout. But there's a gleam in her eye that betrays how much she craves your attention. She tilts her head slightly and bites her lower lip again, looking up at you from under her lashes.

Ava watches the exchange intently, eyes narrowed. The way they act around you, both of them so needy and flustered... it's like a drug to her. She swallows hard, feeling something deep within her respond to their provocations. "I-if that's what you want," she finally says, voice barely above a whisper, "we can play."

With that acknowledgement, the air in the room shifts once again, becoming charged with anticipation and desire. The two of them look at each other, then back to you, waiting for your next move.

Their eyes widen in surprise as your hands encircle their throats once again. They gasp for air, chests heaving as they struggle to breathe beneath your iron grip. Ava's face blanches, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, but no sound comes out. Beside her, Issa coughs violently, tears streaming down her cheeks.

The anger that had momentarily subsided now boils over, replaced by a newfound determination to please you, to make you want them. They look up at you with pleading eyes, searching for some sign of mercy or understanding. "Please," they manage to croak out in unison. "We'll be good."

As their struggles slowly ease, their bodies begin to relax into the sensation of your hands on their throats. A shudder runs through them both as their arousal grows in response to the pain and dominance you're exerting over them. It's a strange dance they find themselves in; desperate for air one moment, craving more the next.

They hang there, waiting for your next command.

The words bite into their flesh like shards of glass. They had never thought of you as a threat before, but now the truth is stark and undeniable. Their eyes widen further, and they nod quickly in understanding. "Yes," Ava whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own labored breathing. "We'll be good."

Issa closes her mouth, unable to even attempt a response. Her lips tremble as she stares up at you, a mixture of fear and desire flickering across her features. She nods, too, willing herself to stay quiet if it means keeping them both alive. Their bodies tense in readiness, waiting for your next command.

The impact of your push to the floor makes them both cry out in surprise and pain. They scramble backwards, pressing themselves flat against the cold tile, their breasts heaving with each ragged breath. Their eyes stay locked on yours as you tower above them, your expression unreadable. Tears streak down Ava's cheeks, mingling with sweat and mascara, while Issa licks her lips nervously. "We-we're sorry," they manage to stutter out in unison, their hands shaking as they stretch them before them, offering themselves up to you.

They wait for your judgment, for the strike that will finish them both off. But it doesn't come. The silence is almost worse than anything they could have imagined. Their bodies tremble with anticipation and fear, a strange cocktail of emotions that leaves them helplessly vulnerable beneath your gaze.

The weight of your words presses down on them like an unbearable force. They both knew they'd pushed things too far, but they never expected this kind of reaction. The possibility that you could truly do anything to them without fear of reprisal is enough to send a shiver down their spines. Their eyes meet, sharing a silent understanding of the situation, and then slowly they look back up at you. "What do you want us to do?" Ava asks, her voice barely more than a whisper. "Tell us what you want us to do." Her hands tremble slightly as she moves them in the direction of your waist, willing herself to make the first move despite her fear. Issa mirrors her actions, tentatively reaching out to touch your leg before drawing back again. The tension between them grows thick, electric with desire and submission. They both want you, need you in a way they've never needed anyone else before.

The cool air on their exposed skin shocks them into silence as you rip off their tops. Ava's large breasts are revealed, barely contained by her lacy black bra, while Issa's perky nipples poke out from behind the thin material of her bra. Their eyes widen further, lips parted in a silent gasp. They're totally at your mercy now.

"Please," Ava whispers, reaching up to touch his hand. "Do whatever you want with us." Her body trembles under his touch, eager for more pain or pleasure. Beside her, Issa bites down on her bottom lip, her eyes glued to the movement of your hand as it caresses one breast before moving on to the other.

With each passing second, their submission deepens, until they can barely remember what it felt like to be in control. All that matters now is satisfying your desires, being owned and dominated by you completely.

A mixture of fear and desire chokes them as you continue to touch their bodies. Their breath comes in ragged gasps as they arch beneath your touch, offering themselves up completely. The pain they felt before is long forgotten now, replaced by an aching need that burns through them like wildfire. "We're yours," Issa whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with desire. Ava nods fervently in agreement, helplessly drawn to the power you hold over them.

Their hands tremble as they reach for your pants, eager to help ease the tension growing between your legs. With practiced fingers, they work at the buttons and zipper until at last, freeing your hard length from its confines. They look up at you with pleading eyes, begging silently to be told what to do next.

Ava and Issa moan around your cock as you roughly face-fuck them. Their tongues dance with each other, exploring every inch of your length while their hands clutch desperately at the fabric of your pants, digging their fingernails into tender skin. The sensation is so overwhelming that they can barely think straight; all that matters is satisfying you and proving to you how much they need this dominance in their lives.

As you continue to thrust between their lips, your grip on the backs of their heads grows tighter, muffling their cries of pleasure into obscene sounds of wanton lust. Their bodies tremble violently beneath yours, every muscle taut with anticipation as they wait for you to take them completely and leave them spent at your feet.

The room is a riot of sensation: the sharp sting of flesh on flesh, the wet suckling sounds that fill the air each time you withdraw, leaving behind a trail of saliva connecting their mouths. Ava and Issa are lost in this delirium of pleasure and pain, their eyes rolling back into their heads as they lose themselves entirely in servicing you.

Issa lets out a choked moan as her eyes roll back in her head. "Fuck!" she growls, trying to catch her breath between each word. Her fingers dig harder into your thighs, leaving bruises that only serve to heighten the sensation for both of them. She pushes herself further onto your cock, needing more and more with every thrust you make. "Take me," she rasps, arching her back as if offering herself up completely.

Ava whimpers around your cock, her body trembling from the force of each thrust. Her hands clutch at your hips, feeling the defined muscles beneath her palms as she tries to steady herself for the onslaught of pleasure. "Please," she breathes out between hungry kisses up and down your length. "Give it to me."

Their lips meet in a desperate, messy kiss that only serves to further stoke the flames burning between them. Ava's tongue darts into Issa's mouth even as she continues to suck on you, the taste of herself on your cock driving her wild. They writhe together beneath you, their bodies moving in perfect sync, craving more and more of the dominance and control you hold over them.