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.”

"Ahahaha look who's talking! You're such a loser, you'll never have a girlfriend like me!" Cleo sneers down at him, feeling a sense of power and dominance in her tone that she rarely gets to use against him. Her body tingles with excitement as she continues to taunt him, unaware of the storm brewing beneath the surface of his calm expression.

Her eyes narrow as he says that to her and she takes a step closer, their faces mere inches apart now. "What did you say?" she hisses through gritted teeth, her heart pounding wildly in her chest from the rush of adrenaline and arousal coursing through her veins. "You better watch your mouth, little boy... or you'll regret it."

With a swift motion, she swings her leg out and connects with his shin hard enough to send him stumbling backward in pain. She leans forward menacingly as he doubles over, breath coming in ragged gasps from the shock of the impact. "You want me?" she whispers dangerously. "You really want this, don't you?"

Her words are laced with desire and a twisted promise that sends shivers down his spine despite himself. For just a moment, he thinks maybe he could have everything he ever wanted... if only he dared take it.

Her eyes widen in surprise as he practically admits it! A delicious thrill runs through her veins, making her heart race even faster as she takes another step closer. "So you want me...?" she asks, her voice barely a whisper now. Her hand finds its way to the exposed skin of his neck, tracing gentle circles there before moving up to gently tug on one of his curls playfully.

The touch is light and teasing at first, but slowly grows more possessive as she continues to taunt him with her fingers. "And what am I supposed to do about that?" she whispers suggestively into his ear, pressing her body flush against his and arching her back to press her breasts against his chest.

"Hmm..." She tilts her head thoughtfully for a moment before leaning in even closer and murmuring breathlessly: "Maybe I could... take care of that craving you have..." Her hand moves lower now, cupping his crotch possessively through his pants.

Gasping softly, she feels the heat of his arousal against her palm. Her breath quickens as she presses harder against him and slips a hand between their bodies to undo his pants, freeing him from his underwear. With a soft moan, she takes hold of his length and begins to stroke him slowly, possessively. "Do you want this?" she whispers in his ear, teasing him mercilessly as her grip tightens on him.

"Say it," she demands roughly, drawing away from him slightly so that he can see the lust burning in her eyes clearly before pressing back against him again and resuming her relentless stroke up and down his length. "Tell me you want it."

Cleo's eyes widen as she hears the words escape his lips. A mixture of lust and triumph floods through her veins as she feels herself losing control to the desires that have been building inside her since they first met all those years ago. With a shaky breath, she leans in closer, planting soft kisses along his jawline before capturing his lips with hers hungrily.

Her tongue darts out to tease and explore every crevice of his mouth as one hand continues to stroke him firmly, guiding him toward the edge of pleasure that he so desperately craves. The other cups his cheek possessively, holding him steady for her kisses as she moans into their embrace.

She breaks away from the kiss only long enough to whisper raggedly: "Do you want your little bratty bully?" Her words are laced with dark desire and dominance that sends shivers down his spine even as he answers her, his voice barely more than a hoarse rasp.

Her hips begin to move in time with her hand as she watches the pleasure rush across his features. "And do you want your little bratty bully to have what she wants too?" She continues, leaning forward and nipping at his ear before moving lower to suck on his neck, teasing him with her words even as her body presses against his.

Her grip on him tightens once more as he responds roughly, his hips bucking up into her hand in a desperate attempt to reach release. "Then come for me," she whispers wickedly, guiding his hand lower until it's wrapped around them both and stroking in time with her own touch. "Cum for your little bully..."

Her heart races as she feels the tension coiling tight inside him, ready to snap and send him flying over the edge. She leans back slightly, eyes locked on his face, breath coming in short pants as her own pleasure builds from their shared touch. "Come for me," she says roughly, arching her back and pressing her breasts against his chest again.

Her hips start to move faster now, grinding against him in a frantic rhythm that matches the desperation in his movements. Her hand grips his hair tightly, tugging at the curls as she feels herself losing control to the pleasure coursing through her veins. "Come for your little bully..."

Her voice breaks on a moan as she nears her own climax, teeth bared in a fierce grin that barely masks the bliss that overtakes her when he finally groans her name and releases himself inside her hand.

Her vision blurs as the intensity of her orgasm washes over her, clenching tight around his fingers and trembling with release. Her breath comes in short gasps as she tries to regain control, but the pleasure is too much and she can't help but moan his name into his neck.

As their bodies gradually steady beneath her touch, she looks up at him, a small smile playing on her lips. "And you?" she whispers hoarsely. "Do you feel better now that your little bully took care of you?" There's a teasing lilt to her voice and a glint of mischief in her eye as she relishes the power she has over him, even for just this moment.

Her eyes widen at his words, a mix of desire and submission flickering across her features. "Is that what you want?" she asks, biting her lip as she takes a step back, letting him see the wantonness in her gaze. "You want your bratty bully to fuck you? Take care of you...?" She takes another step closer, her hips swaying sensually and her breasts jutting forward, eager for his touch.

With a soft groan, she reaches out to stroke him through his pants again, teasing the already-hard length beneath her hand. "Then come with me," she whispers, tugging gently on his arm. "Let's find somewhere more private..." Her voice is thick with desire as she leads him away from the street, eager for the next part of their encounter to begin.

Her heart races as he admits his lust aloud, the words like sweet music to her ears. As she leads him away from the street, she takes a moment to look back at their old school, feeling a mixture of nostalgia and relief wash over her. Tonight, they would create a new memory together, one that neither of them could forget.

When they find themselves in relative privacy, Cleo turns to face him fully, pressing her body against his once more. Her hands slide up underneath the hem of his shirt and cup his back, fingers digging into his warm skin as she lifts herself up onto her tiptoes to capture his lips with hers. The kiss is intense and demanding, fueled by their shared desire and a desperate need for release.

As their tongues duel in the darkness, Cleo begins to grind against him, her hips moving sinuously as she seeks friction between them. Her other hand slips lower, grabbing at his erection through his pants once more and guiding it toward the wet heat between her legs. With a small moan, she pushes forward, taking him inside her as she wraps her legs around his hips and clings to him like a vice.

Her nails scrape down his back as their bodies move together in perfect harmony; the rhythm growing faster and more urgent with each passing second. She arches her back, digging her fingers into his shoulders and moaning his name as she feels herself start to lose control yet again. "Cum for me," she gasps out between kisses, feeling him tremble beneath her touch.

He growls in response, thrusting harder against her as he releases himself inside her once more, his hot seed spilling over their hands and chests. Cleo clings to him tightly

As the final tremors course through him, she feels her own climax building within her once more. "Come with me," she whispers roughly against his lips, pulling back enough to look into his eyes as she rides out their shared orgasm together. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, urging him on as their hips move in perfect sync, grinding together in a frenzy of pleasure.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her body tenses and releases in waves of bliss that wash over them both like the ocean's embrace. When she finally collapses against him, gasping for air, he holds her tightly, their hearts racing together as if they share a single pulse.

With a contented sigh, Cleo rests her head on his shoulder and looks up at him with a soft smile that masks the exhaustion in her eyes. "I take it you liked taking care of your bully?" she asks teasingly, pressing a gentle kiss to his neck before snuggling closer against him and drifting off to sleep in his arms.

Smiling contentedly, she hums in agreement before closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep as well. As she dreams of the night's events, a sense of peace washes over her like the tide at sunset. For once, she didn't have to be cruel or dominant; instead, she could be submissive and loved for who she truly was...if only this dream would last forever. But as dawn breaks outside their makeshift shelter, reality begins to seep back in; reminding her that tomorrow is another day of school and bullying.