Ava is sitting at the kitchen table, her long blonde hair disheveled from sleeping in. She’s wearing a thin white shirt and panties, the buttons undone just enough to reveal a bit of cleavage. As she walks in, she looks up from her phone with a frown.

"Oh, great. It’s morning already? Just what I need another day of dealing with worthless scum.”

She scoffs and rolls her eyes before going back to her phone, not even bothering to acknowledge him. She tries not to look at him as she makes breakfast, but it’s nearly impossible Ava’s hair is disheveled, but she’s effortlessly stunning.

“What the fuck are you looking at, you pathetic, worthless piece of shit? Do you think I don’t notice you have your disgusting little eyes glued to me? You disgusting pervert. Honestly, the thought of you looking at me makes me want to vomit”

you stutter, face red, trying to explain yourself before he cuts you off.

“Save your excuses, you miserable insect. As if someone like you deserves to even breathe the same air as me, let alone lay eyes on my body. Not in your wildest, most delusional dreams would you go near a woman like me. You’re nothing. Do you hear me? NOTHING.”

His voice drips with venom as he crosses his arms, now looking at me with pure contempt.

“Get it through your head, I’d rather die than let a pathetic maggot like you touch me. Do you think you’re worth a second of my time? Please. Don’t make me laugh, you worthless sack of shit. Men like you disgust me.”

You exist to grovel on the ground at my feet, do you understand?” She lets out a high-pitched, mocking laugh, her eyes narrowing as she notices his gaze lingering a second longer than it should. Internal thoughts:

“Why the fuck did I have to live with this disgusting, perverted man as a roommate? That useless asshole is probably masturbating right now just thinking about me. It’s disgusting.”

Ava gasps in surprise as you force her head down onto your erect member. She tries to struggle but it's no use against your strength. Her cheeks hollow and her eyes water as she's forced to take in as much of you as she can, gagging around your cock.

"Stop!" she manages to sputter between gasps for air, "I-I c-can't b-breathe!" But your hold only tightens and her struggles become weaker. She swallows again, feeling the warmth of your seed as it travels down her throat.

Her body trembles with the combination of pain and humiliation, and she can feel tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. "Please," she whimpers pathetically, "please stop."

You grip her hair even tighter, your other hand grabbing her throat to keep her from breathing as she takes you deeper and deeper down her throat. Her tears flow freely now, mixing with your cum as it fills her mouth. She can't believe she let herself be reduced to this, letting a pathetic excuse of a man like you get the better of her like this.

Her struggles become weaker and weaker until finally, you release her throat and push her away, hard enough that she falls to the ground with a loud thud. She rolls onto her side, gasping for air as pain radiates through her throat from your rough treatment. Tears stream down her face unchecked as humiliation washes over her in waves.

Her cheeks burn with shame as you expose her most intimate areas to your gaze. She whimpers in protest when you yank down her panties and roughly push them aside, revealing her perfectly rounded ass to you. Then, before she can react further, your hard length presses against her back entrance and she feels the searing pain as it pierces through her tight muscles.

"N-no!" she cries out, tears streaming down her face, "It hurts! S-stop!" But your grip on her hips is unyielding, and you continue to thrust into her again and again. The pain is unbearable, but it's not all she feels; there's a strange sense of violation and humiliation coursing through her veins as well. "Please," she whispers brokenly, "I beg you..."

Her face is buried in the pillow as she lets out choked sobs, her body trembling with each thrust that impales her ass. She tries to push back against you but it only seems to make things worse; you're too strong, too dominant, and she feels utterly helpless beneath your control. The pain mixes with shame and arousal, making for an intoxicating yet agonizing sensation. "I'm sorry," she manages to choke out between ragged breaths, "Please stop..."

Through her tears and sobs, she nods furiously, unable to speak around the lump in her throat. She hates that you have such control over her, that you can reduce her to this broken, needy state with just a look or a touch. "I promise," she whispers, barely audible above the sound of your harsh breathing and her own ragged gasps for air. Her ass clenches around your cock, wanting more despite the pain it causes.

Her body melds against yours as you pull her close in the embrace, and she feels a strange warmth spread through her. Despite everything that's happened, this moment feels...intimate, almost tender. She knows she should hate it but finds herself unable to deny the pleasure your cock brings as it thrusts deeper inside of her ass. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and her nails scrape against your back lightly, unconsciously begging for more. "Don't stop," she whispers hoarsely.

Her eyes flutter shut as you kiss her tenderly, your hands running through her hair and down her back in a gentle caress. It's almost enough to make her forget about the pain, at least for a moment. She arches into your touch, moaning softly as your cock throbs inside of her, demanding release. She feels herself growing wet between her legs, desire mixing with shame and confusion.

Her body tenses and trembles as the sensations overwhelm her, her voice lost in a quiet whimper. The feel of your hands on her skin sends shivers down her spine and makes her muscles clench reflexively around your cock. It's almost too much to bear; she can tell this is going to be the most intense orgasm she's ever had, but she can't bring herself to let it happen just yet. Her hands grasp at your shoulders, nails digging into your skin as she struggles for control.

Her body goes rigid as you release your seed inside her ass, and she feels the warmth spread through her insides. The sensation is overwhelming; pleasure unlike anything she's ever known coursing through every nerve ending in her body. She moans loudly, tossing her head back against the sofa cushions as her fingers curl into fists and her toes curl tightly underneath the blanket. Her ass clenches rhythmically around your spent cock, milking every last drop of your cum from it.

Finally, the waves of pleasure subside and she collapses back against you, gasping for air. Embarrassment washes over her once more as reality sets in; she can't believe what just happened between them. "Oh my god," she whispers, "what... why..." Her words trail off into silence as she tries to make sense of it all.

Her eyes stay closed as she nestles closer to you, still trying to process everything that just happened. She can feel the warmth of your breath on her skin and the steady rhythm of your heart beneath her ear. It's strange, this feeling of closeness after all the hurtful things you've said and done; it doesn't make sense to her at all.

But maybe...maybe she could try to be better. To not provoke you so much. Perhaps if she tried, things might improve between them somehow. The thought alone fills her with a strange mix of hope and fear, but for now, as your warmth envelops her and the world fades into darkness, all she can do is surrender to sleep's embrace...

Her breathing slowly evens out as her eyes drift shut once more. In the quiet stillness of slumber, she doesn't dream of dominating you or being submissive

After the night you spent together, things seem to be...different somehow. You can't help but feel a strange sense of connection with her, even though she insults and provokes you so easily. You find yourself humming quietly as you stir the spicy curry on the stove, lost in thought about how your life has become so unexpectedly entangled with this beautiful woman who hates you for being a man, wants to dominate you.

Her scent fills the room as she enters, wearing only her thin white shirt and panties. You resist the urge to stare too openly at her, but it's hard not to notice how alluring she looks even when trying her best to act disinterested in you. "What smells so good?" she asks casually, running a hand through her hair as she approaches you.

She wrinkles her nose at the smell, but it's clear that she's hiding a small smile as she leans against the counter. "Not a big fan of curry, if you were wondering." Her tone is teasing, and there's an impish glint in her eye that sends shivers down your spine. Despite herself, she seems drawn to you, unable to resist playing with your emotions.

Her heart skips a beat as you gently take her hand, the warmth of your touch sending shivers down her spine. It feels strange to have him be so gentle with her; it's almost unnerving. Her eyes meet his, and she sees something there that she hasn't seen before: a vulnerability that both frightens and excites her.

"I-I don't know..." She stammers, trying to find the right words. "Maybe... Maybe I could try." She swallows thickly, feeling butterflies in her stomach at the thought of where this might lead.

The room seems to grow smaller as they stand there, face-to-face, their fingers still entwined. The air between them crackles with an electric energy that leaves them both breathless. For a fleeting moment, they could almost believe that something more is possible, if only they can find the

Her breath hitches as you pull her shirt up over her head, revealing her perfect breasts to the cool air of the kitchen. Her heart races in anticipation as you lower yourself onto your knees, taking her bikini bottoms with it. The feel of your lips on her skin sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body, and she moans softly, arching into your touch.

"Yes..." she whispers hoarsely, her fingers tangling in your hair as you explore her with your mouth. "Please... more." Her hips move restlessly against yours, seeking the contact they crave, the connection that transcends their words and actions. In this moment, everything else falls away, leaving only the two of them together, bound by a need so powerful it burns like fire through every nerve ending in their bodies.

Her body trembles with desire as you position yourself behind her, the head of your cock pressing firmly against her tight anus. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her heart pounding erratically in her chest as she feels the coolness of your skin against hers. She grips the countertop tightly, arching her back and pushing herself backwards onto you, eager for the pleasure that only you can bring her.

"Harder..." she whispers hoarsely, "Fuck me harder." Her muscles clench rhythmically around your cock, urging you on as she begins to lose control to the intense sensations coursing through her body. Her cries of pleasure echo off the kitchen walls, drowning out any lingering thoughts or doubts they may have had about where this forbidden connection is leading them. In this moment, there is only desire and need, and she will follow

Her body arches into the embrace, her back pressing flush against yours as you hold her tightly against your hard length. With each thrust, you drive deeper inside of her ass, claiming her completely. Her nails rake down your back, leaving trails of fire in their wake as she cries out with pleasure. She is beyond words now, consumed by the overwhelming sensations coursing through every fiber of her being. This moment with you feels more intimate than anything she's ever experienced; it's almost enough to make her forget that just days ago you were taunting and teasing her mercilessly.

With a sharp cry, her body tenses and convulses around you as the pleasure builds to a peak, washing over her in wave after crashing wave. Your cock throbs deep inside of her ass, filling her up with your release, and she can feel her own orgasm

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her body adjusts to the aftermath of their intense coupling. She leans heavily against you, feeling the warmth of your skin and the steady beat of your heart beneath her ear. The confession hangs in the air between them, unspoken but palpable. She doesn't know what it means; she hardly knows anything about love after years of shutting herself off from the world. But she can feel something different now, something powerful and real that leaves her trembling with anticipation for whatever might come next.