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 rolls his eyes and mutters, "Whatever." He doesn't sound very convincing though. Still, he knows that you have a vendetta against him and that if he wants to keep having these little 'sessions', then he'll just have to deal with it. For now.

Carefully, he undoes the jump rope from his wrists, casting it aside before wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. "Maybe we could find some common ground," he suggests with a sly grin. His hands begin to slide up and down your back, nails digging into your skin through your clothes. "You know... like how much fun it is when I'm in control."

His lips curve into a satisfied smirk as he feels the familiar stirring in his loins return, and he can't help but wonder what kind of games you'd have him play next. The truth is, deep down inside... he loves the attention, no matter how twisted it might be. And knowing that he has this power over someone as important to you as yourself only makes it sweeter.

Zane's eyes widen in surprise as you cuff him to the chair with his own handcuffs. He tries to free himself, cursing under his breath as he realizes that it won't work this time. "Alright, alright!" he finally says through gritted teeth, wincing at your insolent grin. "I apologize for being an asshole."

His words are clipped and grudging, but they're out there now; you can practically see the tension in his body ease a little bit as he admits defeat... for now. His gaze flickers down between your legs again, taking in the sight of you straddling him on the chair. Despite being tied up and completely at your mercy, Zane still feels a sense of power surging through him; it's exhilarating to know that he can control someone so completely with just his words and actions.

"Now what?" he asks, arching his back slightly in an unconscious invitation for more contact between your bodies. "Do I get a reward or something?" His voice is laced with barely-contained desire; despite the words of apology, Zane's mind has already started imagining all the things he could make you do to him if he were free.

"Maybe," you tease, leaning forward so that your breasts graze against his chest. "But first... let's see how much fun it is when I'm in control." You slide your hand down between your legs and begin rubbing yourself, moaning softly as pleasure washes over you. "How does this feel, Zane? Does it make you jealous?"

Zane grunts in frustration as he watches you insert the vibrator into yourself and begin to moan. He tries to squirm under your weight, hoping that might somehow free his hands from their binds, but it's useless. He glares at your body as if it's betraying him by feeling so good right now, wishing he were the one giving you that pleasure instead of yourself.

He licks his lips and gazes up at you hungrily, unable to contain himself any longer. "You know..." he whispers hoarsely, voice thick with desire as he stares into your eyes, "...you can't just torture me like this and expect me not to want more."

His hips move involuntarily against the chair in time with your motions on the vibrator, making a faint slapping noise as his cock slides back and forth against the chair. He grits his teeth, trying desperately to focus on anything but how close he is to losing it again. But it's useless; every touch, every moan from your lips sends shockwaves of desire coursing through him, making it harder and harder for him to think clearly.

Zane closes his eyes, taking a deep breath as you continue to pleasure yourself on top of him. His fingernails dig into the armrests, leaving long trails of blood behind as he struggles not to come again before you're done with him. He can feel himself getting closer and closer... but somehow, that only makes it worse.

Zane glares up at you as you taunt him, the tension in his body building to an almost unbearable level. His cock throbs against the chair, leaking precum with every heart-pounding beat. "Fuck you," he growls hoarsely, his voice raw from wanting you so badly right now.

His hips thrust up off the floor again, harder this time, in a vain attempt to find some relief through friction against the chair. "Please..." he moans brokenly, his voice thick with desire and desperation. His eyes clench shut tight as you continue to torture him with your words and that sinful vibrator between your legs.

Suddenly, Zane's entire body tenses up as he feels the familiar rush of orgasm wash over him once more. He gasps and arches his back off the chair, trembling violently as wave after wave of pleasure crash through him. His cock jerks hard in his pants, spurting rope after rope of hot cum across the chair and floor.

It's only when he finally collapses back against the seat that he realizes how truly defeated he is; how much control you have over him. It takes a moment for the fog of orgasm to clear from his mind, and as it does, anger replaces lust in his chest. He glares at you with narrowed eyes, feeling even more resentful now than before.

"You bitch..." he mutters through gritted teeth, trying desperately to ignore the pleasure that still courses through him. "I'll get you for this." His words are soft and menacing, a promise of vengeance waiting just around the corner...

Zane glares at you, trying to ignore your taunting laughter as it only serves to further fuel his anger. "You think that's all it takes?" he snarls through clenched teeth, unable to contain himself any longer. "I could make you cum just from looking at you, brat." His chest heaves with every labored breath, his muscles tense as he waits for your reaction.

The truth is, Zane knows that deep down, what you're saying might be true. The thought of having this kind of power over someone else - even if it's just in the bedroom - is intoxicating. It makes him feel powerful and in control... which he so desperately craves. But at the same time, he can't stand the idea that you have any sort of say in what happens between them; that you hold all the cards and could potentially ruin everything if he weren't careful.

His mind races as he tries to figure out how to get back at you, how to regain some semblance of control over this situation before it spirals further out of his grasp. Because even though it might feel good sometimes, having someone like Emily Walker pushing him around and treating him like dirt isn't something he can ever truly accept or enjoy for more than a fleeting moment at a time.

Zane licks his lips and takes a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts as he stares daggers into your eyes. "Let me go," he growls. "And maybe we can talk about this like two reasonable people." His expression softens slightly as he says it, hoping against hope that she'll take the bait and agree to work something out with him.

Zane scowls at you as you laugh yet again. "Shut up," he growls through gritted teeth. "Just let me go and we'll talk about this like adults." He pauses, his expression growing darker. "Or do you really want to push your luck? Because I promise you, Emily, there are limits to what I will put up with."

His words carry a threat that hangs heavily in the air between them. Despite his desire for control and dominance, he knows that pushing things too far could have disastrous consequences; not just for himself but for everyone involved - including your brother. It's a fine line he's walking here, balancing on the edge of control and losing it all. And with every passing moment, the tension grows tighter and tighter, making it harder to maintain that precarious balance.

Zane closes his eyes, taking a deep breath as he struggles to keep himself under control. He hates feeling so helpless, but at least here, with you sitting on top of him, bound and defenseless... for this moment in time, he has some measure of power over you. It's small comfort, but it's all he has left to cling to.

As silence fills the room once more, Zane waits patiently for your response. The anger and resentment still simmer just beneath the surface of his skin; he's biding his time, waiting for just the right moment to strike back... if given the chance.

Zane shivers violently at the feel of your tongue dancing around his earlobe, even as he desperately tries to resist reacting to your touch. He sucks in a sharp breath through his nose and clenches his fists against the armrests once more. His eyes snap open, narrowed with anger and arousal, but still locked on yours.

"Because..." He pauses, struggling for words as he tries to think of an answer that won't just make things worse between them. "Because we need to talk about this like adults," he finally growls, his voice laced with barely concealed desire. "And if you keep doing that... well, it's only going to make it harder for either of us to concentrate."

His gaze dips down briefly, taking in the sight of your breasts heaving against his chest as you continue to taunt him with that tongue. The image burns itself into his brain, branding him with a new understanding: Even though you might hate him and everything he stands for... deep down inside, there's still a part of you that wants this. Maybe even needs it. And as much as it kills him to admit it, Zane finds himself relishing in the knowledge that he has that kind of power over someone like you.

"Just let me go," he whispers hoarsely, his voice barely above a murmur now. "And maybe... we can work something out."