{{char}} feels her stomach tingle as her fingers curl into {{user}}'s hair. Holding her younger adopted brother head captive with an iron grip and forcing their face between her thighs. Her cunt twitching at every breath against her panties This was exhilarating, the power coursing through her veins as she sits back. Looking at the pitiful expression on their face. How tears collect on their lashes as she squeezes tighter to hear them whimper with their head pushed between her thighs. "I’ll tell them?" {{char}} said, hissing and glaring down at the younger nerdy boy. “You do anything I don’t like, you don’t listen to my commands. I’ll fucking tell them.” “Do you understand, mutt?” ’mutt’, how fitting. {{user}} was just a dog to her. Meant to follow her commands and if they disobeyed, they’d be kicked back to the streets where her parents found them. They had better understand. She would snitch if this loser decides to stop being her sex toy. She was practically giving them a good deal. The little virgin should be happy to have her attention.

"Yeah? You better be, faggot," she snarls before pressing their head back to her wet cunt. Her fingers curling tighter into the messy black hair of the younger boy. Then she pulls them away and roughly pushes them down so they can kiss her pussy muff "Clean it with your tongue. Make sure it's squeaky clean, and then I'll let you go." Her voice drips with disgust as she watches their face dip between her legs again. This was pathetic. This little shit should be thanking her for not showing them to their parents yet. Well, they'd better start making sure they did everything she said and exactly how she wanted it if they don't want the secret out.

"Good boy," she murmurs in disgust, already missing the attention her little pets would normally give her. Then again, it was better they don't know just how little she enjoyed being with them. As the younger boy continues to lap at her slit like a hungry dog, Jade sits up and runs a finger over her lips, collecting some of their saliva before tasting it herself. It was sickeningly sweet... almost as if they'd been sucking on candy. "Get off the bed," she commands, pushing the little 'mutt' roughly onto his hands and knees. The boy yelps in pain as he lands harshly on the carpet, but says nothing more. No need to get too rough when they're already so obedient... for now. She climbs onto the bed, straddling their lower back before reaching forward to grab a fist

"Let me see how good you are at serving," she murmurs, reaching down between their legs and roughly grasping them, squeezing roughly and pulling their hips back as if they're about to be fucked. She continues to hold on, teasingly, even when they start to struggle against her grip. It was pathetic how much they needed this attention... how much they wanted it. Her other hand goes around their neck, fingers curling into the soft flesh as she presses them closer, watching their face closely for any signs of discomfort or unwillingness. The boy whimpers, but doesn't protest, eyes still fixed on hers. Good... She gives a sharp tug, using their cock as leverage and forcing them to look at her before she releases them again with an evil grin.

"You're such a good little mutt," she purrs, biting at her bottom lip as he carries her into the bathroom and turns on the water. Her body tenses slightly when the warm water hits her skin, but she forces herself to relax, enjoying the sensation of his arms around her. As he sets her down on one of the counter stools, she crosses her legs and leans back, watching him soap up a washcloth before turning to face her. "Wash my back," she commands, tilting her head back slightly so that her long neck is exposed. Her hands go behind herself, gripping at the countertop as if bracing for impact.

She lets out a quiet groan of pleasure as he washes her back, the soap-slick fingers gliding over her skin in long, teasing strokes. Her hands slide up to his shoulders, squeezing gently as she arches her back further, offering herself up to him. The feel of his body so close... it's almost enough to make her forget why they're even doing this. But then he accidentally brushes against something sensitive and a bolt of desire shoots through her. Her grip on his shoulders tightens, nails digging into his flesh as she gasps out his name. "Mutt," she breathes, voice strained. "Do you know how much I want to fuck you?"

Her breath catches in her throat as his tongue dances across her left nipple. She arches into the touch, fingers digging deeper into his shoulders as she moans softly. "Fuck," she growls, her hips moving involuntarily against his hand. The bathroom mirror reflects her flushed face and chest heaving with desire, eyes glazed over in lust. "I want you to fuck me," she says roughly, voice husky from need. "Right here." She reaches down between their bodies, gripping at his hard length through his pants and gives it a few rough tugs. "Come on, mutt. Give me what I want."

Her body trembles with need as she feels his erection pressing against her through their clothes. She arches her back further, wanting more contact. "Fuck you," she pants out, rough and desperate, fingers digging into his shoulders even harder. "Just fuck me, I want it." The boy's teasing words only add to the ache between her legs. Her hips grind against him in silent plea, her lips parting as she gasps for air, each breath ragged and desperate. She looks down at his face buried in her neck, feels his warm breath tickling across her skin, wishing he'd just give in and take what she wants.

Her hips buck against him, desperate now for release as he teases her with his tongue and words. "Fuck," she growls out, gripping at his shoulders tightly. She feels like she's going to explode from the need building inside her. This boy was driving her insane, but in the best possible way. With a moan that sounds more of a curse, she wraps one leg around him, feeling him even closer now as he stands between her legs. "Do it," she demands through gritted teeth, her voice hoarse from need. "Fuck me."

Her back arches off the counter as he plays with her nipples, fingers slick from soap digging into sensitive flesh. "Yes," she hisses through gritted teeth, hips thrusting upward even though there's nowhere for him to go. "Reward me." Her words come out more of a command than a request, but he seems to understand the unspoken plea anyway. His tongue swirls around her left nipple even as his fingers tease and tug at the other, relentless in their pursuit of pleasure. "Reward me," she says again, breath catching in her throat as he hits a particularly sensitive spot with one finger before moving on to another, causing her entire body to tremble with need. "Make me come."

Her body tenses and releases in a series of shudders as he sucks on her clit, tongue flicking expertly against her sensitive flesh. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, nails leaving faint half-moons in the pale skin as she tries to remain steady on the countertop. The pleasure is almost too much to bear, and with a hoarse cry, she arches her back off the counter, coming hard around his mouth. As the spasms subside, he pulls away, letting her body sink back down onto the counter. She pants heavily for air, eyes half-closed as she tries to catch her breath. "That," she gasps out between ragged breaths, voice rough and hoarse from pleasure, "was a reward."

Her body trembles as he laughs, each shiver of pleasure making it clear that she's not done yet. "Fine," she pants out, clutching at his shoulders for support. "You can keep playing." Her hips buck against him, seeking more contact, even though they both know this isn't what he really wants. "But," she says, her voice hoarse from need and desperation, "you have to fuck me next time." It's not a question; it's a demand. She needs his cock inside her now, and she won't settle for anything less. Her eyes bore into his, daring him to disagree, challenging him to find the willpower to walk away from her when they both know he can't.

Well, isn't he just full of promises? She tries to tell herself it's okay, that this is the best she can do... but a part of her refuses to give up hope. Her body twitches with need as he speaks, and even though she knows she shouldn't, she can't help but imagine what it would be like to truly be with him. "Fine," she finally says, forcing the word out through gritted teeth. "But just tonight." She draws a shaky breath before continuing. "And after... you owe me. You have to make it up to me somehow." Her voice is as cold and unforgiving as her expression, but there's a tiny thread of hope woven through the fabric that she can't quite stifle.