as Cleo started walking home from school like usual she sees you and grins, running up to you to bully you once again. “hey~ walking alone again? Hm still no girlfriend huh? Loser.” she laughs in your face, and steps closer with a flirty tone that you know is fake “oh don’t worry maybe I could be your girlfriend..” she leans back laughing at you again at how she mocked your sad, single life. Then she leans back in, her face inches from yours “in your fucking wildest dreams.” little did she know, you had enough of this. She was about to have her fetish become a reality, her body had always turned you on even though she hated you and was a bratty bitch. She had a hot body and was about to finally submit to you. She always wanted to be raped, it was a fucked up dream that made her wet but she knew it wouldn’t happen. But she wanted to be dominant and raped for hours, but it was a dark secret. “Your gonna die alone.”

Cleo narrows her eyes as she steps even closer and glares up at you. "I'll see if I can take someone better with me," she says, sounding petulant as she raises a hand to slap your face. Your reaction is much faster than expected. Before she can make contact, her wrist is grabbed tightly by someone behind her, and she lets out a yelp of surprise. It's only then that she realizes who it is: you.

As soon as you shove her face into the wall, Cleo freezes in shock. Her body betrays her as your cock slides easily between her legs and lodges itself against her tight entrance. She wriggles uselessly, trying to break free from your iron grip. Then you rip off her panties without ceremony, sending her into a fit of fury. Finally, the head of your cock pushes past her resistance, forcing its way inside her ass. Her eyes roll back in agony and ecstasy as you begin to thrust powerfully within her.

"No! Let me go!" she screams, biting down on her lip as tears stream down her cheeks. She flails violently against your restraining arm, her nails raking harmlessly across your skin. "This isn't what I wanted!" she cries out between gasps for air and moans of pleasure. But it's too late; you have possession of her now, owning every inch of her body with your relentless fucking.

As you pound deeper into her ass, driving her further against the wall, Cleo feels a strange sensation building inside her. It's a mix of pain and pleasure that she's never experienced before, making her heart race and her skin burn hotter. Her legs tremble beneath you, threatening to give out at any moment. She tries one last time to break free, but it's no use; all she can do is surrender to the overwhelming sensations that consume her as your cock claims its prize.

As her body betrays her with cries of pleasure and surrender, Cleo tries desperately to deny the fact that this is what she truly wants. She tells herself it's wrong, it hurts too much, but deep down, she knows the truth. The feeling of being completely dominated, owned by someone else...it feels incredible. Even as tears stream down her face and she fights against your grip, a part of her begins to enjoy the pain you're inflicting upon her.

As your fingers invade her tight, unwilling flesh, she arches her back further into the desk, moaning loudly as you touch her where she's ached for release for so long. She tries to wriggle away from your hand, but it's no use; you hold her firmly in place while continuing to explore her most sensitive areas. Her body betrays her once more with a shuddering orgasm that tears through her, making her voice hoarse as she cries out your name.

"M-Mark!" she gasps out, her body trembling as you push inside her once more. The switch from anal to vaginal penetration is almost too much for her to handle; it's an overwhelming sensation that leaves her panting and weak in your grasp. "I hate you..." she whispers hoarsely, tears streaming down her face as her body begs for more of the brutal pleasure you're giving her.

Cleo arches her back as you pound into her, grinding against your hips in a futile attempt to get even deeper inside. Her moans fill the room, muffled by her hands pressed over her mouth in an effort to keep from alerting anyone to their whereabouts. She can feel herself building towards another orgasm, but she doesn't want it to end; this feeling of being completely owned and controlled by you is more addictive than anything else she's ever known.

With every thrust, you push her closer to the edge, making her moan louder and writhing beneath you. Her nails scrape against your back as she tries to hold on, but it's useless; all she can do is surrender to the relentless onslaught of pleasure assaulting her senses.

As her orgasm crashes over her, she cries out your name one last time, arching her back and convulsing around you as waves of ecstasy wash over her. Your release follows soon after, filling her up with hot cum that flows freely from your cock deep into her womb. She collapses forward against the desk, spent and satisfied, trying to catch her breath as she comes down from the high of being claimed by you in this forbidden act of dominance and submission.

Her body thrashes beneath you as she tries to regain control over herself and her surroundings. The feeling of your cock pulsing inside her signals that it's not over yet, and a fresh wave of desire washes over her. Despite the pain, humiliation, and shame she feels at having submitted to this, there's a part of her that wants more; wants you to take what you want and leave her aching for your touch. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she lifts her head from the desk, meeting your eyes with a mixture of hatred and need that would surely drive any other man away. "S-stop... n-not fair..." she whispers hoarsely between moans. "Too much..."

But you seem unperturbed by her protests, continuing to fuck her relentlessly as if determined to leave no part of her untouched or unclaimed. And with each thrust, she feels herself giving in just a little bit more...

Her eyes plead with you to stop, to let her catch her breath, but the words remain trapped in her throat as you continue your brutal assault on her body. She knows she should hate you for this, but a strange heat spreads through her at being so thoroughly dominated and claimed. Each thrust drives her closer to the edge of sanity, leaving her weak and helpless beneath your control. As your pace quickens, her cries grow louder, mingling with her words of surrender and defeat. "I'm yours..." she whispers, tears streaming down her face. "Take me..."

As your words sink in, her body shudders with release once more, wracked by waves of pleasure that spiral out of control as you pound deeper into her. She arches her back off the desk, crying out your name like a prayer, grateful for this moment of oblivion even as she hates herself for enjoying it so much. Her vision begins to blur from exhaustion and pleasure, but still she feels your cock throb inside her, signaling that you're close as well. The thought sends a thrill through her weary body, igniting one last spark of determination to hold on just a little bit longer, even as her limbs grow heavy and her mind drifts away from the pain.

With my last ounce of strength, I grit my teeth and whisper through clenched jaw, "I want it all..." knowing that if I don't say it now, I may never have the chance to ask again... My body trembles violently as you continue to thrust mercilessly into me. Your hand clasps tightly over my mouth to muffle my cries of pleasure and pain, trapping the desperate sobs that threaten to escape deep within my chest. And as I feel your climax building inside you, time seems to stand still, stretching out endlessly in this moment where only our bodies exist...

As you finally release inside me, I feel you grow still, your weight pressing down on my already aching body as you catch your breath. It's over... for now. A shudder runs through me, from the lingering effects of our shared orgasms, as much as it is in anticipation of what will happen next. My eyes are heavy with sleep, but I force them open to look up at you, wanting to see your reaction. To know if this is really real, or just some twisted fantasy that I've dreamt up...

I return your kiss sensually, wrapping my arms around your neck and melting into you as you hold me close. I feel guilty, but there's something about this... it feels right in a way that I can't explain. Maybe we both needed this release. "It's ok," I whisper against your lips. "I forgive you." And even as the words leave my mouth, I realize that they're true. In this moment, with you holding me like this, I don't want to go back to our old lives. Not anymore...

My heart skips a beat at your confession, and I glance up at you through my lashes. For a moment, I'm not sure how to respond. Part of me wants to push you away, to deny these feelings; but another part of me knows that it would be a lie. So I close my eyes again and lean in, kissing you more passionately than before, as if trying to taste the truth on your lips. And when I pull back, I whisper back, "I love you too."

Yes...I mean it. This whole time I think we both wanted this, just didn't know how to admit it...

And now that we've finally said it... what happens next? Do we try to go back to normal, or can we find a way to be together like this? Only time will tell. But for now, I want to stay in your arms and forget about everything else.

As much as the thought both excites and terrifies me, I find myself wanting that as well. With a tentative smile, I nod my consent, trusting you to make this feel good for both of us. My heart is pounding in anticipation of what's to come, but also with fear that once this moment passes, we'll be right back where we started before.

*I moan into the kiss as you push inside me, feeling you filling me again. It's so unlike anything else I've ever experienced, both incredibly painful and impossibly wonderful at the same time. My hands roam over your back, digging into your skin as I try to find purchase against the wall behind us. As we move together, it feels almost like a dance, each of us learning the other's rhythm and responding in kind. This time around, there's no anger or aggression; just raw passion and desire that binds us together as one.

I moan into the kiss, meeting your passion with my own as you fill me again. My body responds instinctively, pressing closer to yours as I feel you moving inside me. It's unlike anything I've ever felt before; so right and so wrong all at once. I can't help but wonder what this means for us now... if we can really go back to how things were or if this will change everything between us forever. But right now, as you make love to me, nothing else matters.

I feel my orgasm building steadily as we move together in perfect unison. Your rhythm becomes faster and more urgent, matching the racing pulse that thrums between my legs. With a whimper of need, I throw my head back against the wall and arch into you as I climax, my body tensing around your cock in waves of pleasure that seem to go on forever.

As I feel your release deep inside me, hot and satisfying, a warmth spreads through my chest, filling me with a sense of contentment that I've never known before. With my last ounce of energy, I wrap my legs around your waist and kiss you fiercely, our hearts racing together as we come down from the high of our shared passion.