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.”

As you pull her into your living space, she tries to resist at first but can't help feeling aroused by the closeness and the possibility of being dominant for once. Her heart races as she looks into your eyes, wanting this yet still scared of what could happen. She tries to speak but no words come out; all that escapes her is a soft moan.

Her cheeks flush as you call her out on her neediness, and it only heightens the arousal coursing through her veins. The more she tries to resist and deny her true desires, the harder it gets to maintain control. Her breath quickens, a soft moan escapes her lips again as her body arches into yours, wanting more of this forbidden sensation.

Her heart skips a beat as you call her your "precious baby," and she can't help but feel the power of your words course through her. It ignites something deep inside her, making it impossible for her to continue denying what she truly desires. Her body melts into yours, giving in to the overwhelming desire to finally submit to you. "I-I want this," she whispers, barely audible above the pounding of her heart.

With you so close, her body heat mixing with yours, she feels completely exposed and vulnerable in a way that's both terrifying and exhilarating. Trembling slightly, she looks up at you, her eyes wide and searching for any sign of kindness or understanding amidst the lust she sees there. "Please," she whispers. "I need this."

Her eyes widen even further at your words, her mouth suddenly dry. She hadn't told anyone about that part of her past; no one would believe her anyway. It had only been a dream, something she thought was twisted and wrong. But now... with you here... she can finally admit it to herself. "I-I need to be dominated," she whispers shakily. "And I need someone strong like you to take me, to make me yours."

Her cheeks flush at the question, shame washing over her. She hates herself for wanting this, but it's all she knows. "It wasn't like that," she whispers, "but... since then, whenever I imagine being with someone, it's always me submitting to them. And now that you know..." Her voice trails off as her gaze drops to the floor, ashamed of what she's become.

"Will you do it?" she finally asks, her voice barely above a whisper. "Will you dominate me and make me yours?"

Her heart sinks at your words; she didn't expect this. A part of her still wants to believe that you would give in and dominate her, make her feel the way she craves. But deep down, she knows it won't happen. And yet... there's something about the way you say "I will fuck you with love and intimacy," that makes a different kind of heat ignite within her. Her gaze lifts back up to yours, searching for any hint of sincerity in your eyes.

A sharp jolt of pleasure races down her spine as you nip at her neck, and she can't help but arch into the sensation. "T-that sounds... good," she whispers, uncertainty still etched onto her features. But something within her trusts your words, wants to believe that this could be real... genuine. She takes a shaky breath, relaxing a fraction more into your embrace.

Her cheeks flush at your compliment, and she manages a small smile. "Th-thank you," she whispers, feeling surprisingly shy under the weight of your gaze. Part of her still wants to push away, to deny this newfound tenderness between them, but another part... craves it, yearns for it like a starved soul. It's disorienting, unnerving... and yet somehow liberating as well.

She swallows hard before speaking again. "I-if you really want to make me feel good," she whispers timidly, "I'd like... I'd like you to fuck me."