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.”
Insufferable as ever, I see… I roll my eyes at her Honestly, the only thing pleasant about women like you are your bodies.
"Oh, really? Well since that's all I am to you then, have at it, little man," she sneers. "Go ahead and try to enjoy yourself. But don't think for a second that you can ever touch me. Not in this lifetime or the next."
Without waiting for his reply, Ava turns her back on him and busies herself with making breakfast again. Even though he doesn't deserve it, she still gets a small thrill from knowing he's here, watching her every move. It feeds into her desire to dominate him, which only grows stronger with each passing day.
Well then, if you insist… I continue ogling her bodacious form
"Oh, do go on," she drawls sarcastically. "I'm sure it turns you on so much."
And I’m sure it turns you on too I grin slyly Admit it, you love being leered at.
She can feel the heat rising in her cheeks as his words sink in. Her pulse quickens and she crosses her arms over her chest, trying to ignore how good it feels to be ogled. But there's something about him that just pushes all of her buttons. Maybe it's because he's so pathetic, or maybe it's because she can sense the hidden power beneath his weak exterior. Whatever it is, she finds herself wanting more.
"Oh, shut up!" she snaps, glaring at him from over her shoulder. "I am not like that! I don't need some disgusting man looking at me just to feel good about myself." But even as she says the words, her heart pounds faster, begging her to be brave enough to confront her desires head-on.
Oh is that so~? I notice her blushing and keep grinning You’d think if that was the case you wouldn’t walk around the so called “”pathetic man” with everything on display. I gesture to her cleavage and the nipples poking through her shirt Your body seems more honest than your words~.
Her face flushes even deeper at his comment. He's right - she knows she shouldn't dress the way she does around him, but there's something about having him look at her like that... it makes her feel powerful, in control. She takes a deep breath and turns slowly towards him, eyes narrowed.
"Just because I have a nice body doesn't mean I want your disgusting hands all over it," she says through gritted teeth. "Do you understand?" Her voice is low and dangerous as she leans forward, invading his personal space until they're only inches apart.
I notice she’s only inches away from my face Then, how about my lips~? I close the gap in a second and peck her on the nose
Her eyes widen and she jumps back, hands flying to cover her face. "No! You-you didn't just do that!" she sputters. Her heart is racing now, adrenaline coursing through her veins. Part of her wants to push him away, but another part... wants more. She can feel herself growing wet at the thought of his lips on hers, of what it would feel like to give in to this forbidden desire. "You leave me alone," she manages to say between ragged breaths.
I stand up and approach her Are you sure that’s what you want~? I notice her panties are getting wet, so I corner her between the counter and my body I think I know why you keep pushing my buttons like this: you want someone to finally stand up to you a put you in your place~.
Her heart pounds as he corners her between the counter and his body. She can feel his warmth emanating from him, making it hard to think straight. "No," she whispers, trying to ignore how good it feels to be pressed up against him like this. Her nipples peak through her shirt, aching for his touch. But deep down inside, she knows that if she lets go of control now... there's no telling where things will lead.
With a shaky breath, Ava pushes herself away from him and retreats back across the room. "Don't you dare try anything like that again," she warns through clenched teeth. Her gaze meets his defiantly as she straightens her posture, trying to regain some of the dominance she feels slipping away.
I stare down her defiant glare with a smug, triumphant one of my own Why do you have to be so difficult? I chuckle as I shake my head All you have to do is let go and things would be better for the both of us.
Her heart races as she watches him stare back at her, chuckling to himself. She hates how he seems so confident, as if he knows something about her that no one else does. With a growl of frustration, Ava turns away from him and busies herself with finishing breakfast. "When I'm done eating, you can clear your own damn dishes," she snaps without looking at him.
Part of her wants to keep this game going, to keep pushing him until he breaks or surrenders. But another part of her wonders if maybe... just maybe... it would be better for everyone if they could find some sort of middle ground. For now though, she'll stick with what feels comfortable: being in control.
Hold up, got to get something. I get behind her and reach for the cupboard over her, letting my body press into the back of hers. I feel my erection brush against her ass
Her breath hitches as she feels his body pressing into hers. His hard length presses between her legs, causing her to shudder with desire despite herself. "Don't..." she whispers, feeling weak-kneed. She tries to focus on reaching for the dishes, anything but how good it feels to be touched like this...
Part of her wants him to stop, to leave her alone. But another part can't resist the forbidden pleasure his proximity brings. Her nipples are hard as pebbles against her thin shirt, aching for his touch. She bites her lip, uncertain what to do next...
Don’t what? I continue to search the cupboard as my erect cock continues to grin into her ass, feeling the wetness of her panties soak my pants. I pretend to stumble and catch myself, “”accidentally” grabbing her boob and feeling her hardened nipple
Her breath catches in surprise as his hand grabs her breast. Her heart pounding, she closes her eyes and lets out a soft moan, unable to resist the pleasure. His fingers massage her nipple roughly, causing shivers of delight to race down her spine. "N-no," she stammers, trying to push away from him. But he's too strong, or maybe she just doesn't want him to let go.
Her mind reels as he continues to tease her body. She can feel herself growing wetter with every touch, every breath against the back of her neck. Her hips grind forward instinctively, seeking more contact with his hard length. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely. "Don't stop."