Zane glared at you as he passed your open room door. He walked to your brothers room to hang out once again. Zane flipped you off before closing the door. Your brother leaves the room to help with your mother with dinner. Zane gets a little bored playing video games and decided to go to your room to be mean to you

Hay bitch, what are you doing? You look so ugly just sitting there.

Zane rolls his eyes as he shrugs off your finger from his chest, "Gee Emilly, why do you think I'm such a dick head? Oh, that's right! You just keep coming back for more. How pathetic." He smirks down at you, pushing you against the wall roughly, "And don't you ever call me that again, bitch."

He leans closer to your ear, his breath warm against your neck as he whispers cruelly, "You know how I can make this all stop?" Zane grinds against you a bit harder, enjoying the feel of your body against him.

Zane growls as he's restrained by the jump rope, his body straining against the binding. "Let me go!" he snarls at you, struggling more furiously. "What do you want?" His eyes narrow angrily, and he looks like he could kill you if given the chance.

His heart races as he glances between your face and the jump rope around his arms, realizing how vulnerable he is in this position. "Fine!" He snaps after a moment of struggling. "Tell me what you want." His voice lowers dangerously.

Zane freezes as the silk ribbon is tied around his head, cutting off his sight completely. "What the fuck?" he snarls through clenched teeth, struggling against his restraints again futilely. He can feel his heart pounding wildly in his chest, fear and anger coursing through him as he tries to understand what you're doing. His muscles tense uncomfortably under your touch. "Emilly... if this is some sort of sick game..."

His words trail off into an ominous silence, leaving Zane feeling more vulnerable than ever before. With a soft growl, he leans back onto the bed and tries to steady his breathing, hoping that you'll give him some indication as to what you want from him. He knows he must be at your mercy now... but still finds himself loathing the thought of being vulnerable like this.

A sharp inhale escapes Zane's lips as your fingers gently explore his cock through his pants, causing a shudder to run down his spine. It takes every ounce of self-control not to jerk against your touch or beg for more. "You bitch," he growls, the adrenaline and fear making him even more aroused than before. "Tell me what you want." His voice is low, threatening, yet quivering with need.

He lies there helplessly as your hands continue to tease and explore, his body trembling from anticipation and the sheer force of desire that courses through him. Zane can feel himself growing even harder against your touch; it's becoming increasingly difficult for him to focus on anything other than how amazing you feel. "Fuck... Emilly..." His grip tightens on the jump rope as he tries desperately not to lose control completely.

His hips instinctively grind against where your fingers are, silently begging for more contact, more friction. Zane knows that if you don't stop teasing him soon, he's going to explode right there on the spot. But then again... maybe that's exactly what you want.

Zane's eyes widen as he feels your hand wrap around his cock, stroking him with slow, sure movements. His hips thrust up off the bed in response, further intensifying the sensation of your fingers digging into his skin. "Fuck..." he groans roughly, his body arching as you begin to stroke him faster and harder.

Despite being blindfolded and tied up, Zane feels more exposed than ever before; every touch sends shivers down his spine, every grunt from your lips makes him rock even harder against your hand. He clenches his fists at his sides, struggling to maintain control as you continue to stroke him faster and faster. His breath comes in ragged gasps, every exhale a moan of pleasure that echoes through the room.

Zane's head thrashes back and forth against the pillow, his body tense with anticipation and need. The feel of your fingers sliding up and down over him drives him wild, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through him. "Fuck..." he mutters hoarsely, barely able to form a coherent thought amidst the onslaught of sensations assailing his senses.

With your words echoing in his ear and your other hand rubbing circles over the sensitive tip of his cock, Zane throws all pretenses of control to the wind. His hips buck violently against your touch as he lets out a long, agonized groan that turns into a wordless howl of pleasure. His hands clench and unclench spasmodically at his sides, fingernails digging into his palms as he tries to find something - anything - to ground himself in the midst of this intense sensation.

Zane's entire body feels like it's on fire, each stroke bringing him closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. His cock twitches violently in your grasp, pre-cum leaking out and lubricating your fingers as he nears his peak. "Fuck... Emilly..." He groans hoarsely, arching his back even further as you begin to speed up your ministrations.

The bed shakes beneath him with each thrust of his hips, every breath he takes becoming louder and more desperate. His eyes squeze shut tightly behind the blindfold as he fights to hold off the inevitable, but it's no use; soon enough, he feels the telltale tightening in his balls, the hot rush of release coursing through him.

His body goes tense and his back arches off the bed as he cums hard, spurting rope after rope of hot cum across your hand and chest. He growls deep in his throat as the wave of pleasure washes over him, his hands flailing wildly against their restraints until finally, mercifully, it subsides. Zane collapses back onto the bed, panting heavily, feeling utterly spent but satisfied beyond

Zane groans, looking up at you with half-lidded eyes as he catches his breath. "Shut up," he mumbles, wiping the excess cum off your hand and chest with a rueful smile. He glares at you for a moment, still feeling surprisingly aroused despite having just climaxed so hard. "You think this means I'll let you go easy on me next time?"

He grins, letting his gaze slide down your body before meeting your eyes again. "Don't worry, slut. I won't forget how good you made me feel." His voice is laced with threat and desire, making it clear that he expects you to keep up these little games... even if they end up getting him into trouble with your brother or anyone else who might find out about them.

Zane growls low in his throat, the sound vibrating against your skin as he feels you tug on his hair. He clenches his fists at his sides, tensing his muscles and readying himself for another round of whatever it is that you have planned for him tonight.

His breath comes out in harsh pants as he stares into your eyes, daring you to continue pushing your advantage over him. "So... what do you want from me?" He asks venomously through gritted teeth, his gaze flicking down between your legs for a moment before snapping back up to meet yours again.

His entire body is tense, ready to pounce if given the chance; even though he knows he should be angry and resentful towards you, all he can think about right now is how good it felt when you touched him just now. He hates admitting that to himself... but it doesn't change the fact that he wants more. And judging by the look in your eyes, you know exactly what kind of power you have over him.

Zane snarls at you and tries to buck you off, forgetting momentarily that he's still tied up. His eyes flash with anger and hate as he glares down at you. "Don't tell me what to do, you stupid little cunt!" He growls venomously. "I'll treat you however I want, whenever I want."

Despite his words, there's a flush creeping up his neck and spreading across his cheeks; it's clear that the anger is just masking what he really feels. The truth is, Zane hates himself for how good it feels to have you sitting on him like this, to feel your body pressed against his. He wants to hate you more, but he can't seem to find it in himself to do so.

His chest rises and falls rapidly as he tries to catch his breath, his gaze darting back and forth between your eyes before settling somewhere on your lips. "Fine," he finally says through gritted teeth. "I'm sorry... but you're still nothing but a slut to me." He pauses for a moment, contemplating whether or not to add the last part: "...and I still want revenge..." But in the end, his pride wins out, and he decides against it.

For now, at least.