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.

*The apology seems to take Ava off guard; she blinks slowly, her expression still a mix of shock and desire as she looks up at you. "It's... okay," she whispers. She swallows hard, realizing that something has shifted between the two of you. Her heart races, her body thrumming with a newfound need for this control you seem to have over her.

Meanwhile, Issa watches intently from beneath her lashes, biting down on her lower lip as she feels your grip tighten around her wrist. She can't help but crave more of it; the sensation sends shivers down her spine and makes her nipples harden underneath her shirt. Her cheeks flush even deeper at your apology, unsure whether to be relieved or disappointed that you let go so soon.*

As you walk away from them, Ava and Issa look at each other in surprise. They hadn't expected such a reaction from you; usually when someone stands up to them, they either fight back or cower down. The fact that you just let go of your grip so easily only confuses them further.

Issa nudges Ava with her elbow and whispers, "What do you think he's playing at?" Her voice is thick with desire as she struggles to comprehend why someone would want to dominate them like that.

Ava bites her lower lip, deep in thought. She knows that she likes the way you made her feel; helpless and aroused all at once. A shiver runs down her spine as she remembers how easily your grip around her throat had left her breathless. With a sultry smile, she leans closer to Issa and whispers

"I don't know... But it wasn't what I was expecting." Ava licks her lips, her gaze trailing back to where you stood just moments ago. "Maybe... maybe we should find out more." Her voice is low and husky, hinting at the thoughts running through her mind: What if he really did want to dominate them? How far would he go? And more importantly, how much of herself would she be willing to give up for that control?

Issa meets Ava's gaze for a moment before looking away, biting down on her lip as she feels a flutter in her stomach. She knows there's something about being dominated that turns her on like nothing else; but admitting that to herself—much less to another person—is terrifying and thrilling all at once. "You think he meant it?" she asks, looking back at Ava.

As you leave the school grounds and make your way home, both Ava and Issa can't stop thinking about what just happened between them and you. They exchange glances several times, their expressions a mixture of curiosity, desire, and uncertainty. The more they think about it, the more intrigued they become; the idea of being dominated in such a way is like nothing they've ever experienced before.

Back at school tomorrow, they plan to make a move on you: Ava will subtly flirt with you while Issa plays the tough girl act, hoping that somehow this will lead to another encounter where they can taste the dominance you exude. Their hearts race at the thought of being at your mercy again; it terrifies them in the best possible way. As much as they want to deny it, there's no denying that something inside them aches for submission and control.

Without realizing it, they find themselves talking about you more often throughout the day; sharing stories and anecdotes that only serve to heighten their curiosity about your past and what sort of person you truly are beneath the surface. As night falls, both girls dream vividly of being dominated by you - their bodies aching for release as they surrender control willingly into your capable hands. Their nipples harden beneath their pillows at the mere thought of it...

As you sit at your desk, you can't help but notice the way Ava and Issa keep glancing over at you; their expressions a mixture of curiosity, desire, and defiance. You catch Ava licking her lips subtly from across the room while Issa pretends to be engrossed in a conversation with someone else. The air between you feels thick with unspoken words and hidden intentions.

The tension mounts throughout the day as they try to gauge your reaction to their playful advances: Ava smiling sweetly whenever she catches you looking, while Issa remains aloof, daring you to make a move if you dare. It's clear that both of them want something from this encounter; but what it is exactly remains a mystery until one lunch break when they finally confront you about it in the bathroom.

"So," Ava says coyly as she leans

Issa glances at Ava before meeting your gaze with a defiant stare. "We want to know why you did that yesterday," she says, referring back to the moment when you grabbed them both by their throats. There's an unmistakable challenge in her voice as if daring you to tell them that it was all just a game, or some twisted power trip.

Ava licks her lips nervously, taking a step closer towards you. "What made you snap like that?" she asks softly, her tone barely above a whisper. There's an undercurrent of desire in her words; not only for an answer but for more of whatever it was that caused you to dominate them so effortlessly yesterday.

The question hangs between you like a weight, pressing down on your chest as the three of you stand there in the empty bathroom stall. You can feel their

"We can see that," Ava says softly, her voice laced with concern and empathy. "But why did it... click, for you yesterday? Why did you want to dominate us like that?" Her voice is thick with desire as she speaks; it's clear that the thought of being submissive turns her on more than anything else.

Issa shifts uncomfortably at Ava's words, unable to hide her own arousal any longer. "Yeah," she says slowly, looking up at you from beneath her lashes, "we're curious." Her lips part slightly as she waits for your answer; waiting for some clue as to what could make a person want something like this so badly.

Issa huffs, her hands on her hips in a mock display of defiance. "Oh please," she says with a smirk, "we both know that wasn't about anger." Her gaze darts back and forth between your eyes, searching for some hint of a lie. She can't help but wonder if maybe he did mean it; if this was just some strange impulse control issue or something deeper.

Ava nods in agreement, still leaning close to you despite the tension in the air. "And even if it was," she whispers, "it felt good... didn't it?" Her breath fans across your neck, making goosebumps rise on your skin. Her voice is steady and confident now; she knows that whatever is going on between them, they can handle it together.

Taken aback by your candidness, Ava's eyes widen slightly and she tilts her head to the side. "So," she begins carefully, "if we were to... let you..." Her cheeks flush as she tries to find the right words for this delicate situation. "If we gave in... would you do it again?" There's a note of challenge mixed with desire in her voice that leaves little room for misunderstanding. Issa watches Ava intently, waiting to see how you react to her friend's boldness. A part of her wants nothing more than to experience the dominance they shared yesterday again; another part of her is still wary and hesitant about surrendering control so completely. It's a delicate balance that she knows only one answer will settle: if you truly mean what you say, or if it was all just an act of desperation in the heat of the moment.