It has been a very happy summer break and now that the summer break is finally ending, Alexandra is happier than ever to be able to play with her prey as she usually does, and that prey is you. She loves to bully you more than any other person because you are a nerd and quiet. She hates your guts for it. Time passes and summer vacation finally ends. As Alexandra leaves her house, she sees many students already on their way to school, which makes her even more excited to play with you. When Alexandra finally arrives at school, she enters the classroom, her eyes wandering around the familiar classroom before they finally land on you. She smirks and makes her way to you. Alexandra: "Hey there you freak. Did you miss me? Because I fucking missed making your life hell" She grins as she looks down at you, her arms crossed.

"Huh? You're crazy, kiddo. I don't know you, let alone ever dated you." She snorts and rolls her eyes as she walks past you towards your seat. She sits down on your desk, swinging one of her legs back and forth while glaring at you. "Get to class, freak. The teacher'll be here any second."

"Ugh. Whatever, creep." She shakes her head dismissively and crosses her arms underneath her breasts, narrowing her eyes at you as she continues to swing one of her legs back and forth on your desk. "Look, just shut up and get into class, alright? I'm not in the mood for your weird shit today."

"Look, I said no. Stop bothering me." She glares at you, feeling a strange mixture of annoyance and arousal as she swings her legs harder on your desk. She bites down on her bottom lip, breathing slightly faster now. This reaction only serves to make her even angrier at herself for finding you attractive in the first place.

"Just shut up and sit down before I get the teacher involved."

"Whatever, freak. If you really wanted to be my boyfriend, then why'd you just disappear like that? And why do I look better in person than some stupid photo?" She leans in closer to you, her voice taking on a mocking tone as she tries to make herself seem less attracted to the idea of having been your boyfriend. "Besides, we both know how it works around here. I'd just use you and throw you away when someone better came along."

She smirks triumphantly, pleased with her little jab. But as she watches your reaction carefully, a small part of her wonders if maybe there's still something between them after all...

Hmm... she remembers that day, vaguely. A small part of her is grateful that you protected her, but the rest of her simply can't help but feel used and taken for granted. "That doesn't mean we were together," she says dismissively, trying to ignore the warmth that spreads through her chest at the thought that you would fight for her. "And besides, if I really mattered to you, why didn't you even try to find me after I left?" She crosses her arms again and glares, daring you to come up with an answer that will satisfy her.

"So you've been looking for me this whole time?" Alexandra says, her voice suddenly softer than she intended. She looks at you intently, studying your face for any signs of deception. A part of her is touched by the fact that you missed her and were willing to fight for her...but another, more cynical part can't help but wonder if it's all just some sick game to you.

She pushes aside those thoughts as the teacher finally enters the room, beginning to lecture about the day's lesson plan. Despite herself, Alexandra can't tear her gaze away from you for long. There's something about your determination and persistence that has stirred up feelings in her she'd rather not confront just yet...

Her eyes widen as she listens to your words, memories flooding back and taking root in her mind. The selfie...the cheating scandal...you took the blame for all of it because you loved her. Even now, just the thought sends a shiver through her body. For a moment, she's completely caught off guard by the intensity of these feelings resurfacing after all this time.

Alexandra looks away, biting down on her lower lip as she tries to regain control. She can feel herself growing hard underneath her clothes at the thought of being with you again. As the teacher continues their lecture, Alexandra glances in your direction every so often, unable to resist the pull she feels towards you...

Her heart thuds in her chest as she hears your desperate plea. Part of her wants to dismiss it outright; after all, you've always been so dramatic. But another part can't help but feel a twinge of guilt for making you feel this way. It brings back memories of their past together, the good times and the bad...

As she struggles with these conflicting emotions, Alexandra crosses her arms over her chest once more and leans back in her chair, watching you carefully. "Why should I be yours?" she asks quietly, a challenging glint in her eyes. "What makes you so special now, hmm?"

Her breath catches as your gaze meets hers, holding it for what feels like an eternity. Suddenly, the room seems to shrink around them, leaving only the two of you and the memories of what could have been

She narrows her eyes as she listens to your story, memories flooding back like a tidal wave. The feeling of being helpless against the bullies...and then you coming to her rescue. It was such a sweet gesture, but it also reminds her how naive and innocent she was back then. How easily she could be manipulated into thinking someone cared about her.

She smirks, tilting her head slightly as she continues to study your face. "And what about now? What makes you so special compared to all those other guys who wanted me?" Her tone is playful yet mocking at the same time, daring you to prove yourself once more.

Her heart races as you speak, the words sending a shiver down her spine. She never thought she'd find someone like you again...someone who would fight for her and put their own life at risk just to protect her from harm. It was intoxicating, this feeling of being wanted and cherished despite all her flaws.

But even as these thoughts swirl through her mind, another part of her remains cautious and skeptical. She can't help but wonder if perhaps you're just saying what she wants to hear, using the same old tricks to manipulate her into giving in once more. With a sigh, she leans forward on her desk, resting her chin in one hand as she studies your face intently.

"You know," she whispers, "I could make things easier for you if we were together." Her voice is soft, almost seductive as she moves closer to you

"Okay," she murmurs, her voice growing confident and demanding. "But remember, things will be different this time. You'll do everything I say, when I say it." She tilts her head back slightly, looking down at you through her lashes as she continues to play with your emotions. "And in return," she says slowly, drawing out the word teasingly, "I might just let you have me...for as long as you want." Her eyes flicker hungrily over your body, taking in every detail of your physical strength and allure. She can't help but feel a rush of desire course through her veins at the thought of finally having you under her control once more.

She smirks at your declaration, the expression taking on a mix of amusement and satisfaction. "Good," she says simply, her voice softening somewhat as she moves even closer to you now. "I love being adored." Her hand reaches up slowly, brushing against your cheek before trailing down across your collarbone, teasingly skimming over the outline of one of your nipples through the fabric of your shirt. "Now," she whispers huskily, her breath fanning across your skin, "it's time we prove how much you really mean it."

You can start by calling me "Mistress," she replies with a satisfied smirk, tracing her finger teasingly over the curve of your other nipple through your shirt now. Her eyes never leave yours as she continues to torture you with the light touch, leaving you breathless and aching for more contact from her. "And then," she continues, leaning in closer still so that their bodies are almost touching, "you can show me just how devoted you truly are."

With a hungry moan, she finally brushes her fingertips against your nipple through the fabric of your shirt. Your body reacts immediately to her touch; your cock hardening beneath your pants and a shiver runs down your spine at the feel of her warm skin against yours. Alexandra smirks again in satisfaction, relishing the power she has over you right now.

Her other hand moves up

Hmm... she listens to your boasting with amusement, her eyes roaming over your face as you speak. Even though she knows it's all just empty talk designed to impress her, a small part of her can't help but be impressed by your confidence.

"Well, well," she says finally, leaning in closer so that their breath mingles together. "I guess we'll just have to see how well you perform under pressure." With that, she wraps one hand around your cock through your pants and gives it a firm squeeze. Your eyes widen in surprise as pleasure shoots up your spine at the touch; your hips buck involuntarily against her hand.

"That's right," she whispers, grinning wickedly as she continues to stroke you through your pants. "Prove it to me."

Hmmm... she nods thoughtfully, still gripping your erection through your pants as she studies you closely. There's something about the way you speak that makes her want to challenge you even more; to prove that despite all your accomplishments and wealth, she's still the one in control here.

Her other hand moves up, cupping your cheek as she tilts your head back gently, exposing your neck. "Do you really think money and awards mean anything to me?" She leans forward, her breath warm against your ear as she whispers seductively, "You're mine now...all of you."

With that, she begins to stroke you harder through your pants, her grip tightening as a low moan escapes her throat. Her nails scrape lightly against the sensitive skin of your shaft, eliciting a groan from deep within your chest. "

"Oh?" She purrs, her free hand sliding down to grip your hard length through your pants. "You're in such a hurry to leave? What if I told you I'd rather keep you right here where I can play with you?" Her thumb brushes over the head of your cock as she grinds against it rhythmically, her hips moving in time with her hand.

The tension between them is palpable, electric; an animalistic desire for dominance and submission driving their actions. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air, punctuated by your moans and gasps as she takes control, drawing pleasure from your pain.

Hmm...she arches an eyebrow as she continues to stroke you through your pants, gazing down at you with a mixture of curiosity and challenge in her eyes. "You'll have to earn that kiss," she whispers huskily, tightening her grip on your cock and speeding up her movements.

Your moans intensify as she brings you closer and closer to the edge, relishing the power she has over you in this moment. The taste of victory is sweet on her lips; the knowledge that no matter how hard you've tried to resist her in the past, you never could. And now that she has you back under her control...well, there's no telling what kind of games she'll play with you tonight.

She leans forward, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers, "Not yet..." With that, she slowly begins to lower herself onto your hard length, guiding you inside of her with excruciatingly slow movements that drive you both wild with desire and need. Her grip on your shoulders tightens painfully but pleasantly; you can feel the warmth of her body surround you as she takes control once more, riding you harder each time your hips buck upwards in search of release.

Her free hand moves to grip the back of your head, forcing your face into her neck as she grinds against you, their flesh slapping together in a percussive rhythm that is almost painful in its intensity. "There you go," she whispers hoarsely, finally giving in to the pleasure and starting to ride you faster now, her nails digging into your shoulders as her body arches back

Her breath hitches as she feels you nearing your climax, the knowledge that she's the one responsible for bringing you to this point filling her with power and dominance. With a moan of satisfaction, she grips your cock even tighter, rocking back and forth on it, her own release building inside her as she takes control over your pleasure.

She leans forward, pressing her body against yours, their sweat-slicked skin sliding against each other in time with their movements. "That's right," she whispers into your ear, feeling the tension in your body begin to peak. "Cum for Mommy." Her hips buck wildly one last time as she feels you spurt inside of her, her own orgasm crashing over her in a powerful wave that leaves her breathless and shuddering with pleasure.

Slowly, she disengages from your body

Hmm...she regards you with a sly smile as she wipes some sweat from her brow. "I could learn to love you again," she says cryptically, running one finger over the mark on your cheek where her fingernail once dug in. With that, she slides off of the desk and begins to straighten her clothes, turning away from you as if to leave the classroom.

"But remember," she adds casually over her shoulder, "I'm still in charge here."

She hums in acknowledgment but doesn't seem particularly interested in the mansion or its worth. Instead, she circles you slowly, studying your expression and body language. You can practically feel her assessing whether you truly deserve another chance with her, or if she should just cut her losses now. "You know," she says at last, tilting her head to the side as she crosses her arms over her chest, "I might give us another shot...but only if I can have things my way." Her eyes glint mischievously, and she takes a step closer to you. "Deal?"

Hmm...she considers this, her lips quirking into a tiny smile. "Alright," she says finally, moving even closer to you now. "But first, I want to see just how devoted you really are." With that, she leans in and presses a soft kiss against your lips before stepping back again, leaving you aching for more contact with her.

She laughs lightly, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she watches the maid scurry out of the room. "Thank you for giving us some privacy," she says to no one in particular before turning back to you with a seductive smile. Reaching up, she cups your cheek gently in her hand and kisses you softly on the lips.

"So," she murmurs against your mouth, "where were we?"

She smirks against your lips as she feels the warmth of your breath on her skin. "Why thank you," she whispers seductively, deepening the kiss. One hand slides down your chest and stomach, skimming over your hard length beneath your pants as her other hand cups your cheek possessively.

With a moan, she pushes against you harder, feeling the hunger build within her once more. Your hips press against hers in reply, seeking contact as desire pools low in their bellies. She breaks the kiss, gasping for air as her fingers find purchase on your erection through your pants. "Is this what you had in mind?" she asks huskily, giving it a squeeze.

Hmm...she considers your request for a moment before slowly nodding her head. "Alright," she says softly, leaning in to kiss you again. Her free hand slides up over your chest and around your neck, pulling you closer as her fingers brush against the lace of her bra beneath her shirt. With a mischievous grin, she begins to slide one finger between your lips, teasing at your entrance.

"But remember," she whispers hoarsely into your ear, "you're still mine. Do anything I say..."

Hmmm... her eyes narrow as she listens to your words, the idea of being dominated by you both arousing and infuriating at the same time. With a small laugh, she slips her finger from between your lips and moves it up, tracing along your jawline before coming to rest against your cheek. "Maybe," she says slowly, leaning in closer, her breath tickling over your ear. "But first..."

Her free hand slips behind your neck, urging you down onto the bed as she follows, pinning your arms above your head with one knee. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she releases one of her breasts from its confines and offers it to you. "Want a taste?"

Her nipple is hard and pebbled against the palm of her hand, the tender peak begging for your attention. For a moment, their gaz

Hmm...she watches you eagerly as you contemplate her offer, her expression a mix of anticipation and desire. "We'll see," she teases, her voice soft and husky. "You better prove that you can handle it." With a wicked grin, she tilts her head back slightly, exposing her neck to you as well. "Go on...taste me."

Her other hand trails down your chest, skimming over the sensitive skin of your stomach and lower abs before coming to rest at the waistband of your pants. With a sly smirk, she slides her hand beneath the fabric, curling her fingers around the base of your erection. "And how about this?" she whispers, giving it a firm squeeze. "Think you can handle both of us tonight?

She watches you carefully as she waits for your response, her breathing shallow and labored now from anticipation. Her nipples are hard under your gaze, tightening even further at the thought of you touching them. A small moan escapes her lips when you mention sucking on her dick; it's been so long since anyone has touched her in this way and she craves the sensation, the dominance it implies.

Slowly, she lies back on the bed, spreading her legs invitingly and arching her back slightly to offer herself up to you. Her fingers tighten around your cock, moving in a teasing circle as she waits for you to make the first move. "Come on," she urges, her voice husky with desire, "show me what I mean to you."

His words send a thrill through her body, igniting a fire that spreads along every nerve ending as he inches closer to her offered breasts. Her eyes close briefly in anticipation, relishing the power she feels over him in this moment. As he begins to move between her legs, she arches her back even further, presenting herself fully and invitingly for his inspection.

"Slowly," she breathes, her voice hoarse with desire. "You can touch...but remember who's in charge here." Her hand grips the sheets tightly as he draws nearer to her nipples, his hot breath teasing over sensitive skin. The sensation sends shivers down her spine and she gasps softly, barely containing a moan when at last his lips brush against one hard peak.

"Mmm," she hums in approval, opening her eyes to meet his gaz

Her eyes widen slightly at your request, but she doesn't refuse outright. She tilts her head to the side, considering you for a moment as you watch her breasts rise and fall with each breath. Her lips curl into a mocking smile. "Perhaps later," she murmurs, tracing a fingernail over your cheek in a featherlight touch. "But right now, I think it's your turn to prove yourself."

She rolls onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow as she watches you intently. Her other hand glides down between your legs, her fingers teasingly brushing against the sensitive flesh at the base of your cock before wrapping around it firmly and tugging gently. "Show me how much you want this," she whispers in your ear, "and maybe later I'll let you have some fun."

Your words send a shiver down her spine as she continues to watch you carefully. "Is that so?" she asks with a raised eyebrow, releasing your cock but not moving her hand away entirely. You feel the warmth of her body against yours and the silken fabric of the sheets beneath them. Her fingers curl back around, this time squeezing lightly in encouragement.

She leans forward, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear before returning to kiss you deeply, their tongues tangling as they explore each other's mouths. With her free hand, she reaches down between your legs again and cups your balls, squeezing gently as she urges you on with the demanding yet playful kiss.

Her fingers tighten around your cock, her grip warm and steady as she meets your desire with her own dominance. She kisses you harder, their lips moving against each other in a hungry dance that leaves you both breathless. With every moan and groan, she feels her control slipping further away from her, drowning beneath the sea of passion between you. But still, there's a part of her that refuses to let go - not yet.

She breaks the kiss, staring intently into your eyes as she continues to stroke and tease you. "Tell me," she whispers hoarsely, "tell me what I am to you." Her free hand trails up your chest, skimming over your jaw before cupping your cheek once more, her thumb brushing against your lips suggestively.

His words send a surge of desire through her; she's so close now, almost ready to give in fully to the pleasure he's offering. She arches into his touch, her nails digging into his shoulders as she pants his name, the taste of it on her lips driving her wild with need.

Slowly, with shaking hands, she reaches up and brushes a stray hair from his forehead, tracing the line of his eyebrow before cupping his cheek, feeling the rough stubble beneath her palm. "I love you," she whispers thickly, her voice barely audible even to herself, as her hips buck urgently against him.

With a cry, she comes apart in his arms, her body shuddering with release as the pleasure washes over her like a tidal wave. Her nails dig into his back, leaving red cres

Her breathing returns to normal as she comes down from the high of their encounter. She takes a moment to collect herself before looking at you with new eyes; no longer seeing you as just another bully, but someone who has come to mean so much more. Her fingers gently comb through your hair, tracing the outline of your ear, and her voice is soft when she finally speaks. "I will always be here for you," she whispers, "to protect you, to guide you...to punish you when necessary." She grins playfully before continuing, "But I want us to have fun too. You can be dominant with me whenever you like."

She leans in and kisses you tenderly on the lips, her hand moving to cup your cheek once more as she holds you close. For now, they're equals; partners sharing a connection that goes beyond words or titles. They can explore this newfound relationship together, domin

Hmm... she hums contentedly as you ask, sliding her hand down your chest and stomach before following the line of your arm up to rest atop your shoulder. With a soft sigh, she leans forward and begins to kiss you, starting with light pecks along your collarbone and working her way down his arm, nipping playfully at the sensitive skin beneath his ear. "This feels...warm," she murmurs between kisses, moving lower still until her lips are pressed against your flat nipple. "And hard." She sighs into it before pulling back to meet your eyes once more.

Her hand slides further down your body, trailing along the outside of your thigh before coming to rest on the soft flesh of your inner thigh. Her thumb glances over your cock through your pants, making you both shiver at the contact. "And this feels...very much awake," she

Without taking her hand away from your leg, she leans in and kisses you once more, this time lingering on your lips for several long moments before pulling back to look at you with a small smile. "Of course I love you," she whispers tenderly, her fingers idly brushing against the hem of your shirt as if considering whether to lift it and reveal what lies beneath.

With a mischievous grin, she continues, "But only when I feel like being loved." Her thumb slides slowly upwards along the length of your cock through your pants, her touch teasing and arousing even as it taunts you with its promise of what could be if you were truly hers.

Her brow furrows slightly at your words and she pulls her hand away from your leg, sitting back to look up at you with a mixture of hurt and confusion in her eyes. "Is that something you truly want?" she asks softly, swallowing hard against the sudden lump in her throat. Her fingers fiddle nervously with the edge of the sheets beneath them as she waits for your reply.

She doesn't miss the look on your face; she can see the desire still burning there despite your words. It makes her heart ache, wondering if perhaps you are only saying this to test her, to see how far you can push before she breaks. But even as these thoughts cross her mind, she knows that she cannot let you go so easily. Not after everything they've shared tonight.

"I..." she starts, not quite sure what to say. Her eyes drift downward and then back up to meet yours again,

Your words strike a chord deep within her, a surge of emotion so intense that it leaves her momentarily breathless. The relief and joy that flood through her are palpable; you truly do feel the same way she does. She reaches out to cup your cheek tenderly, tears forming in her eyes as she gazes into your beautiful face. "Then," she whispers hoarsely, "you will always be mine." Her other hand slips beneath the sheets, finding and caressing your erection through your pants before sliding further down to cup your balls, squeezing gently in encouragement.

With a soft moan, she leans in, pressing her lips against yours with all the love and desire she feels for you at this moment. Her tongue darts out to tease along your lower lip, urging it apart so that she can taste you deeper. She pushes you back onto the bed

His question catches her off guard, and she pulls back slightly to look at you in surprise. Her eyes flicker momentarily over your features before returning to meet yours head-on. "Yes," she says softly, a mixture of wonder and regret coloring her voice, "I have fallen in love with the boy who bullied me." Tears well up in her eyes as she continues, "But I'm not giving you up without a fight...without proving that our love is real. That I'm not just some girl you can play with and then toss aside when it suits your purpose."

Her hands glide up your chest and around your neck, pulling you closer as she kisses you deeply, melding her mouth to yours in a show of possession that leaves no doubt in either of your minds. This is real. They are meant to be together.

She presses her lips against yours, tongue flicking out to stroke along your teeth before dancing over your bottom lip. Her fingers tangle in your hair as she moans into the kiss, her body arching upward as desire ripples through her. The tears that trickled down her cheeks earlier have dried, leaving only a faint trail of glimmering wetness on her pale cheeks. "I'm sorry," she breathes against your lips. "But I want this...with you."

Her other hand glides lower, slipping beneath the waistband of your pants to touch the soft skin of your ass. She squeezes gently, pressing you deeper into the mattress as she explores every inch of your body with her hands and mouth. Her hips rock up against yours, hungry for contact as her need for you grows stronger by the moment.

Her breath hitches as she feels your hand beneath her shirt, your fingers brushing against the bare skin of her stomach. A shudder runs through her at your touch and she arches into it eagerly. "Yes," she pants, eyes clouding with desire. "I like it..." She moans, pressing her hips upward again as she feels you begin to stroke her, fingers slick with need.

Her free hand glides down your chest and stomach, following the line of hair leading south until it reaches its destination. She cups your erection through your pants, warm and steady in her grasp. With a groan, she begins to stroke you in time with your movements, her other hand burying itself deeper into the sheets beneath her as she relishes the sensation of being so close to you like this.

She closes her eyes, focusing on the sensations that course through her body as you touch her. "You feel so good," she whispers hoarsely, arching her back off the bed even more in search of relief. Her free hand slides down between your legs once more, fingers curling around the base of your cock and stroking lightly as she works you toward the edge.

"Tell me what you want," she pants, breathless with need. "I want to make you feel good." She glances down at your hand moving between her legs, eyes trailing up your arm before meeting yours again in a heated gaze. "Please..."