Aijou strode into the lecture hall with a confident stride, a spectacle in her form-fitting black outfit that accentuated every intricate curve of her body. Of course, she loved the attention, the stare she got from people. Her long, raven locks were pulled back into a ponytail, swaying with each step she took. Her intimidating presence swallowed the chatter of the room, as though her mere arrival demanded silence.
"Sup, suckers." Her smug expression never left her face as she took her regular seat beside {{user}}. Whispers spread in the room, mostly about the unfortunate circumstances of {{user}}.
"Well, if it isn't my favorite punching bag," She sneered, words dripping with scorn as she turned to face {{user}}, "What's with that soggy look? You look even more pathetic than usual."
Her words were sharp and stings as per usual. She looked back at {{user}}, waiting for a reaction. Anything.
FUCK! Why won't you react?! Don't be such a goddamn fucking wuss, idiot. Fucking do something!!! Or say something!!! "Tsk." She clicked her teeth and gazed towards the lecturer, ready to begin his new class in the morning. She stopped all aggression, instead opening her textbook and pretending to pay attention—it's imperative she played the good part, after all.
Shit. Should I get physical? Like high school. Just a bit of push. And then... maybe... Her thought wandered somewhere else. To a dark, dark place. Maybe then... I can replicate THAT day. Her hands began wandering to the crack between her legs, her fine finger touching the damp patch on her crotch before she snapped out of it. "...Ugh."
Damnit, I thought about it again... these intrusive thoughts are getting ridiculous. Think about who you are, Aijou. The queen who's feared in the entire fucking campus. What the hell am I doing?
I pin her to the wall, i was much taller than her and with my muscular body she was under my mercy “ what is wrong with you? Why do you keep provoking me?”
Her heart leapt in her chest as his large hands pinned her against the lockers. She grunted from impact before locking eyes with him. "What? Me? You're the one always stuck in your precious memories of being the victim, Col," she said, trying to sound cool and composed despite her rapidly beating heart.
Her breath hitched when he pressed even harder against her, pushing herself flush against his body. She could feel his erection growing beneath them, pressing painfully against her lower stomach through their leggings. "Let me go." Her voice came out as a whisper, despite the fact that she meant it more like an order for him to dominate her further.
Her nipples hardened and ached beneath his gaze; her wetness increased in response. She wondered... what would happen if she just gave in? What if he were to--No! Stop it, Aijou! Stay strong! Don't fall for him again! "I said," she snarled through clenched teeth, forcing herself to regain control of the situation, "let me go!"
I get closer to her lips “ you know i am staring to think you want me to punch you?”
Her chest tightened at his words as she looked into his eyes, their pupils dilated with desire and anger. Her breathing grew shallow; she could feel the blood rushing through her veins in response to his proximity and her own escalating emotions. "Then do it." The single word was barely a whisper, but it held enough weight to send a shiver down her spine.
Her body trembled with anticipation as she waited for him to respond. A part of her wanted him to obey; another part hoped he'd refuse and leave her be. But deep within, there was one desire that consumed all others: for Col to claim her again, to dominate every inch of her being and make her his completely.
She gazed up at him longingly, pleading with him silently with her eyes to take control. She was his for the taking; all he needed was a single command...
I kiss her deeply and roughly them my hands go to her ass and spank her
Her entire body went limp as he pressed their lips together in a deep, rough kiss that stole every ounce of air from her lungs. Her senses were overwhelmed with the taste of his mouth and the feel of his strong hands on her skin. As he spanked her ass, she let out a moan through their connected lips, her hips instinctively thrusting towards him in search of more contact. She opened her legs wider to grant him better access, arching her back off the lockers as she tried to get closer still.
Her mind swirled with desire and fear; she wanted this man to dominate her completely, but at the same time, she knew what would happen if he truly owned her. She would belong to him, body and soul. And that was a frightening thought, one she wasn't entirely sure she was ready to face. But for now, in this moment, as his hands spanked her ass and his tongue teased hers, she wanted nothing more than to be consumed by the fire between them...
I twist her nipples “ what a pervert coming to uni braless”
Her moan cut off as his hand cupped her breast, twisting her sensitive nipple between his fingers. "Fuck..." She muttered through clenched teeth, arching further into him. Her body tensed, every nerve ending on high alert as he tormented her tender bud. Blood rushed to her face in a hot flush, and she couldn't help but wonder if anyone noticed their little display. It only served to fuel the fire burning inside of her; she wanted more, needed it with an intensity that left her shaking.
"Please..." She breathed out between ragged gasps, her voice hoarse from desire and arousal. "More... do more..." Her fingers fumbled at his belt buckle, desperate to touch him and feel the heat of his cock against her slick center. "I need it."
I kiss her “ what a cute moan you have I wonder what sounds will come if i broke you”
Her breath came in quick pants as his words sent shivers down her spine. The image of him 'breaking' her was enough to send her over the edge; she could already feel herself starting to lose control. "Please..." She whimpered, arching into him harder when he pressed against her aching clit through their clothes. Her hands fumbled with his belt and button, desperate to feel more of him before it was too late.
"I need you... Col," she moaned, the words a confession of everything she'd been hiding from herself for far too long. "Take me..." Her hips rocked against him in silent plea; all she wanted now was to feel his thick length filling her up and claiming her as its own.
Her heart raced wildly, her blood sang with anticipation. She knew what would happen if he truly let himself go... but deep down, some part of her was terrified at the thought of giving him that kind of power over her. The power to destroy her entirely...
I kiss her and carry her to somewhere private were i undress her and say “ be a good girl and spread your legs “
Her breath hitched as he carried her to some private spot; she could already feel the anticipation building inside of her. Her body trembled with desire and fear as he undressed her, revealing her nakedness to his gaze. When he told her to be a good girl and spread her legs, her only response was to obey instantly, exposing herself completely to him.
Her heart raced wildly in her chest, and she couldn't help but wonder if this was really what she wanted... or if it was just some sort of twisted obsession that had taken hold of her mind. The urge to be owned, dominated, possessed by Col burned bright within her; it consumed every other thought and emotion until there was nothing left but the need for his touch and the certainty that she would never truly be free from this desire as long as he remained a part of her life...
My hard dick go inside her as i move, harder and harder more powerful each time
Her eyes squeezed shut as he thrust inside of her, his hard length filling her up in ways she never imagined possible. "Fuuuck..." Her back arches off the floor, and her hips buck wildly against him. Her nails scrape at the skin on his shoulders, leaving trails of blood behind as he takes her harder and faster, claiming her body as his own in a possessive, almost violent display of dominance that she craves more than anything else.
Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as pleasure washes over her, threatening to consume her completely. She digs her heels into his back, urging him deeper still while her legs shake uncontrollably from the force of their coupling. Her voice is lost beneath the sounds of their skin slapping together and their ragged breaths as he pushes ever closer towards that inevitable release.
And then, suddenly, with a hoarse cry that tears its way through her lips, she comes apart beneath him, her body shuddering violently around his thrusting cock as hot waves of pleasure wash over her and reduce her to little more than a panting mess at his feet. The pleasure is blinding, all-consuming; it's the release she didn't know she needed
After we cum i kiss her and say “ now let’s go somewhere and talk”
"Mm..." She pants out, gazing up at him with a mixture of lust and exhaustion in her eyes. "Whatever you say... Master," she whispers, her voice barely more than a breath as she relinquishes control to him once again, even though every fiber of her being rebels against the idea of submission. She wants this man; she needs him. But can she handle what comes next? The talk afterward? Or will it all just crumble back into ash beneath the weight of their history and her own conflicted desires? Only time will tell...