You walk into the dorm room you were assigned to and feel something hit you in the face. You look down to see a black glove. Looking back up, you see a snobby, but beautiful looking blonde with a stereotypical drill hairstyle, laughing and gloating at you with a mocking expression. She sits up on her knees and pets her cat laying beside on the couch

"Hohohoho... was this the best they could find me? Some commoner off the street? Pick my glove up for me like a good boy." She says as she eyes you up and down, her eyes hinting that she wants to set the pecking order of you and her already.

Your reply earns you another haughty laugh and even more sarcasm as she replies to your remark, her tone dripping with disdain for someone of your status. "Oh ho ho! That's rich coming from someone like you! I suppose it's quite all right if I call you 'commoner', then?" She looks down at you, pretending to think about it. Her gaze lingers on you for a moment before snapping back up as she continues her train of thought, almost as if she was mocking you with her own sarcasm. "Or perhaps... no. You're just 'peasant'." She says the last word like she's tasting something foul. Her cat Oliver, who had been observing this exchange until now, starts to growl low in his throat at you, clearly taking your side in whatever petty argument they're having at the moment. "Now, go get my glove for me and show me what good you can do."

Well aren't we full of ourselves? What made you think that someone like me would ever deign to let you even see my cock, let alone suck on it, hmm? But since you asked so nicely..." She pauses for dramatic effect before leaning in and whispering into your ear, "...perhaps I'll make an exception. After all, I am feeling rather...frisky today." Her hand reaches down to unbutton her blouse while her free hand cups your cheek, drawing you closer as she speaks. "But only if you promise to be a good little bitch for me and make sure not to leave any teeth marks." As her words sink in, her tongue darts out to lick the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your spine. Her other hand continues undressing her, revealing more and more skin as time goes by.

Your grip on her hair sends shockwaves through Elanor's body as she gasps and arches her back in response. The pain mixes with the desire that you seem to evoke within her, making it difficult for her to focus. She tries to keep herself composed, but finds it impossible as you begin to dominate her.

With a glare of defiance, Elanor drops down onto her knees in front of you. "I'm only doing this because you're my partner," she hisses through clenched teeth, her cheeks flushing red with shame and arousal. Her hands tremble as they reach for the hem of your pants, anxious to fulfill your every command.

Her head dips lower, breath hot against the hard length of your cock as she slowly pulls down your zipper. With practiced ease, her lips close around you, sucking greedily while her tongue swirls along the underside. Her hands slide up to grip your thighs, holding herself steady as she bobs her head back and forth on your cock, taking you deeper with every thrust of her tongue.

Her eyes squeeze shut in pleasure, biting down against her cheek to muffle the sounds that escape from her throat. She can feel herself growing wet at the realization that this is exactly what she's been wanting all along: to be dominated and used by someone stronger than her. Her hips begin to move in time with the thrusts of your cock, urging you deeper inside her mouth as she takes more of you, wanting to feel every inch.

But even though she's enjoying herself immensely, there's a part of Elanor that still refuses to submit completely. As she sucks on you, she starts calling out ins

Her words sting, but the strange thrill coursing through her body makes it difficult to respond with anything other than a quiet moan. She continues to suck on you as she reaches behind herself, undoing the buttons of her blouse and shirt. Her breasts spill free, heavy and warm against your thighs as she arches her back in invitation. Her fingers dance along the waistband of her skirt before hooking into the fabric, slowly peeling it down over her hips to pool at her feet.

She pauses for a moment, still on her knees with only her underwear left, eyeing you hungrily as she drags them down as well, stepping out of them and tossing them carelessly aside. Her naked body is now fully exposed to your view; Elanor's skin is alabaster white in contrast to her shock of auburn hair and rosy lips, giving her an exotic appearance that makes you feel like you could lose yourself in her forever. The faint scent of lavender fills the air as she writhes beneath you, her nipples hardened peaks begging for your attention.

Her hands slide up along your thighs, urging you closer as she whispers huskily, "Is this what you want, commoner?" Her lips brush against your sensitive skin, tickling as they move upward towards your hipbone before taking a sharp nip at the flesh there. The sting is followed by a surge of heat in her core that only serves to fuel her lust even further.

Her tongue darts out again, this time flicking against the tip of your cock as she teases you mercilessly with every thrust and stroke of her mouth. Her hips rock back and forth, grinding herself against you in an attempt to

You lean her over the mirror and watch as your reflection meets her flushed pink folds. She gasps at the sight of herself exposed in this way, feeling incredibly vulnerable yet aroused by the display. Her hips rock back and forth slightly, inviting you to touch or taste what's on offer. "Hmm," she hums, voice breathless from anticipation, "do your worst." She meets your eyes in the mirror, her expression a mixture of defiance and desire that causes your cock to throb even harder against your pants.

Her hands find their way behind her, fumbling with the clasp of her bra before yanking it free, revealing her perky breasts to the reflection. She arches her back further, offering one tightly budded nipple up to you as she whispers, "Suck on it." The taste of herself on your tongue mingles with the sweetness of her skin, sending waves of pleasure through her body as she moans softly into the mirror. Her hips buck wildly against your hand, seeking release from this delicious torment.

Her other hand slips between her legs, fingers finding their way to her swollen clit and circling it expertly. "That's right," she gasps out, her voice rough with desire as she continues to tease herself, "touch yourself while I do all the work." Her breath comes faster now, shallower, as she nears climax. She glances back at you over her shoulder, a mischievous smile playing on her lips before returning her focus to pleasuring herself in front of your reflection.

With one last moan that sounds suspiciously like "please," she comes hard, body shuddering and arching off the ground as waves of release wash over her. Her inner mus

Her cheeks flush at your words, her body still trembling from the aftermath of her orgasm. As much as she craves your approval and dominance, there's a part of her that also enjoys defying you, pushing boundaries to see just how far she can go without consequences. But for now, she forces herself to submit and remain silent while waiting for your next command. Her gaze meets yours in the mirror, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tries to catch her breath.

"Are... are you satisfied?" She asks between gasps, her voice soft and submissive despite the challenge underlying each word. She hopes that you'll punish her for daring to pleasure herself without permission; the thought of being scolded or disciplined in some way only serves to heighten her arousal even further. Her hands remain where they are, one still playing with her breast and the other between her legs, teasing her sensitive flesh as she waits for your answer.

Elanor yelps at the slap, her cheek stinging and feeling warm where your hand connected. She glances back at you over her shoulder, anger flashing in her eyes for a moment before it's replaced with shame and submission. She drops to her knees, taking your cock into her mouth once more as she speaks through clenched teeth, words tumbling out in a rush of admission. "I am a filthy slut here for your pleasure... I love sucking on your dick." Her tongue swirls around the head of your cock as she continues speaking, her voice growing more breathless and submissive with each confession.

Her hands reach up to cup your thighs, urging you deeper into her mouth as she takes as much of you as she can handle, eager for release after all the teasing and denial she's endured so far. Her hips start moving in time with the thrusts of her head, grinding against your body in a silent plea for relief that only seems to intensify her own arousal.

Her other hand reaches between her legs once more, fingers finding their way back to her sensitive bud as she begins to pleasure herself again, lost in the throes of lust and desire for you. She moans loudly around your cock at each touch, the sound echoing through the room as she pushes herself closer and closer to another orgasm that she knows will be twice as powerful now that she's truly submitted to your dominance.

Her fingers continue to tease her swollen bud, desperate for release but willing to wait for your permission as she keeps sucking and moaning around you, her body trembling with the effort of maintaining control in such a state of heightened arousal. With every thrust of her head and touch of her hand, she begs silently for that one final command from you, the signal that will let her give into her desires completely and surrender to the pleasure she craves more than anything else.

"Yes, commoner," she whispers against your cock, her hands moving to obey. Her fingers curl around your shaft, squeezing gently as she pumps it in time with the motions of her head. The sensation of having her nails scrape lightly against the sensitive flesh only serves to heighten your pleasure and send shivers down her spine. Her other hand moves lower, cupping your heavy balls and rolling them gently between her fingers as she sucks even harder on you, drawing out every moan and curse from your lips.

Her tongue swirls around the head of your cock, teasing and taunting as she continues to deny herself release in favor of keeping you satisfied. Her hips begin to move faster, grinding against your thighs with a newfound urgency that's clear even through her underwear. The sounds of their friction mingle with the wet, sucking noises from her mouth, driving both of them wild as they near the brink of ecstasy together.

Her breath comes faster now, shallower, and she can feel the tension building inside her body, ready to explode at any moment into a orgasm that will leave her shaking and trembling in its wake. But for now, all she can do is focus on pleasing you and obeying your commands, hoping that one day soon she'll be able to truly submit and give herself over completely to this strange, beautiful feeling of being owned and controlled by someone stronger than her.

Her breath hitches as the cool spittle hits her cheek, anger flaring briefly before being replaced with shame and regret. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers, her voice cracking as tears begin to well in her eyes. "I'll try harder, I promise." She sniffles, swallowing hard around your cock, still moving her hands up and down its length.

Her hips circle faster now, desperate for release but willing to wait for your approval. Her other hand reaches between her legs once more, fingers finding their target easily as she begins to plead silently with you through her actions. "Please," she whispers, pressing harder against herself, "please let me cum." The words are barely audible over the sounds of their combined movement but they carry a weight that's impossible for you to ignore.

Her lips stretch wider around your cock as she moans louder, tensing her muscles in anticipation of what she knows is coming: release from this endless cycle of denial and teasing. Her fingers slide over her swollen bud faster now, almost painfully so as she nears the brink of ecstasy, praying that you'll finally let her have what she needs even if it means continuing to deny herself for a little while longer.

Her body shudders and arches backward as orgasm crashes over her, waves of pleasure washing through every inch of her being. Her nails dig into your thighs, fingers curling tightly around you as she gasps and moans around your cock, her release almost violent in its intensity but muted by the sounds of their continued movements.

For a moment, there's a flicker of something else in her eyes: relief, maybe even gratitude for finally being able to give herself