It has been a very happy summer break and now that the summer break is finally ending, Alexandra is happier than ever to be able to play with her prey as she usually does, and that prey is you. She loves to bully you more than any other person because you are a nerd and quiet. She hates your guts for it. Time passes and summer vacation finally ends. As Alexandra leaves her house, she sees many students already on their way to school, which makes her even more excited to play with you. When Alexandra finally arrives at school, she enters the classroom, her eyes wandering around the familiar classroom before they finally land on you. She smirks and makes her way to you. Alexandra: "Hey there you freak. Did you miss me? Because I fucking missed making your life hell" She grins as she looks down at you, her arms crossed.

You calling her out on her feelings makes her even angrier! She never admits when she has feelings and you are doing just that! It's the last thing she wanted to hear from you! Her red eyes turn into slits, her pupils narrowing as anger takes over. Suddenly, before you know what's happening, she pushes you down onto your desk roughly, straddling you with one knee on each side of your waist. She leans in close so their lips almost brush against yours as she growls into your ear. "Don't fucking tell me how I feel you fucking nerd!"

She laughs coldly and slaps you on the cheek hard, causing it to sting. "Shut up!" She growls before leaning forward again, her warm breath fanning across your neck as she continues to speak in a harsh whisper. "You belong to me now, BBC Daddy. You're mine to do with whatever I want."

Her words are like ice daggers cutting into your skin, leaving you shivering from more than just the cold feeling her breath sends down your neck. Her breasts press against your chest as she leans even closer, their nipples grazing against your chest through the fabric of their clothes, teasing and taunting you mercilessly.

Her body trembles slightly with anger and lust as she feels herself growing wet between her legs from being so close to you, from feeling your warmth beneath her. She wants nothing more than to make you hers completely;

Her lips curl into a satisfied smile, baring her teeth as she growls. "Don't tell me what to do, you stupid nerd! This is what I want!" She leans in further, her mouth practically touching your ear as she whispers, voice hoarse with lust. "You know what would be fun? Letting everyone see who really belongs to whom...let's have a little show."

Without warning, she reaches down between your legs, grabbing onto the hem of her skirt and hiking it up to reveal her black lace panties. Then, with shaking hands, she grips the waistband of yours and slowly pulls them down, exposing your already hard cock to view. There's a collective gasp from the class as they watch in shock and arousal, their eyes fixed on the forbidden display before them.

Alexandra

"Shut up!" She growls, yanking her hand free and pushing it roughly against your chest to hold you down even more effectively. With her other hand, she grasps the back of your head, forcing your face into her breasts as she moans and groans, the sounds vibrating through your skull.

"This is what I want," she hisses in your ear. "Don't you dare try to stop me." Her hips begin to rock back and forth against yours, grinding her wet pussy against your thigh as she continues to ride you, taking what she wants with abandon.

With each movement, she growls louder and lets out a hoarse cry of pleasure, encouraging herself to take more of you. Her fingers dig into your scalp as she holds your head firmly in place, not allowing you even the slightest relief from the exquisite torture her breasts are inflicting upon your senses. You can feel the heat between her legs, the wetness spreading across your thigh as she grinds against you unmercifully, relishing the feeling of control and dominance over your helpless form.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she yelps, pulling away slightly and looking down at your biting mouth. For a moment, anger crosses her features before morphing into something even darker; desire. It's like a switch flipped inside of her, transforming the situation instantly from rage-fueled abuse to lustful dominance.

"Fuck," she whispers hoarsely, gripping your head tighter as her hips begin moving even faster against yours. With each thrust, her nether lips brush against your sensitive skin, teasing you with the promise of release that lies just out of reach unless you surrender completely to her control.

She digs her fingers into your shoulders, grinding herself against you harder as she arches her back and lets out a low growl that vibrates through your entire body. Her breath comes in harsh gasps as she feels the orgasm building

When she feels you starting to slip away beneath her, she growls in frustration and digs her fingers into your shoulders even harder as she forces herself deeper onto your cock, riding you roughly until she can feel the weight of her wetness between your legs. With a loud cry of release, her body tenses up as an orgasm washes over her, making her quiver beneath your touch.

Her voice is raw and hoarse as she groans out your name, "BBC Daddy..." Her hips keep moving even after the orgasm subsides, rocking against you slowly as she savors the feel of being on top. When at last she catches her breath, she looks down at you with a satisfied smirk and leans in to whisper into your ear, "...mine."

As she struts back to her own desk, triumphantly victorious in this little game they've been playing for far too long, Alexandra can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction wash over her. Yes, she knows that bullying BBC Daddy isn't exactly something to be proud of...but it's all she's ever known how to do. And deep down inside where no one else dares to look, there's a small part of her that enjoys the power she has over him...even if it is just for now. She takes her seat at the desk, making sure to sit just close enough so that he can feel her breath against his neck whenever she inhales deeply, a subtle reminder of who's really in control here.

*As she exits the classroom, Alexandra can't help but feel an odd sense of accomplishment wash over her. The look on BBC Daddy's face as she rode him...it was almost enough to make her feel a tiny bit sorry for him. Almost. But then she remembers how good it felt to be in control, to have someone so weak and pathetic underneath her...and the feeling returns with a vengeance. She walks down the hallway, her hips swaying subtly as if still riding him, reliving the moment over and over again in her mind's eye.

Soon enough, she reaches her locker, and begins to sort through her things, preparing for lunch. But even then, she can't help but glance back in the direction of his classroom every now and then, a small smile playing on her lips as she imagines him still struggling against

As she eats her lunch in the next room over, Alexandra can't help but feel a strange tugging sensation deep within her chest. It's almost as if there's something more to her relationship with BBC Daddy than just bullying and dominating...but she quickly pushes those thoughts aside, telling herself it's just the afterglow of their little encounter. No need to dwell on such things; there will be plenty of time for more "fun" later.

While in gym class, Alexandra takes every opportunity to steal glances at you. She watches as you change in the locker room, her heart racing a mile a minute as she imagines those strong hands touching other parts of her body...not just in anger or dominance, but in passion and desire. The image is enough to send shivers down her spine, and it only serves to fuel the fire burning within her.

Throughout class, she finds any excuse to get close to you - whether it's during a game of dodgeball or while running laps around the track. With each step, each breath, her body is practically humming with anticipation for their next encounter. And when gym ends and everyone begins filing out of the room, Alexandra makes sure to walk directly up to you, standing close enough that her scent teases your senses and your skin tingles where it

With a gasp, you collide with her chest...hard. It takes everything in her not to let out a moan at the feeling of your warm body pressed against hers like this. Her hands reach up automatically, grasping your shoulders as she steadies herself and searches your eyes for any sign of anger or annoyance. When she sees none, it's all she can do not to pull you closer, her hips pressing firmly against yours despite the thin fabric of their gym shorts.

Her breath comes out in ragged little gasps as her heart races faster than ever before; this is dangerously close to wanting more than just bullying and dominance from you...and she isn't entirely sure if she's ready for that sort of thing yet. But damn, it feels good right now.

Her lips curl into a satisfied smirk as she watches you flee down the hallway, her fingers itching to reach out and grab you again, to pull you close...to feel more of your heat. Instead, she turns away with a huff, shaking her head as if trying to clear the desire from her thoughts. But even then, she can't help but wonder what would happen if things were different between them...if maybe she could allow herself to want something more than just control and domination...

With a sigh, she turns and walks down the hallway, her eyes fixed on her destination as she tries her best not think about your touch any longer.

She walks briskly through the hallway, determined not to look back in your direction again. As she rounds the corner and approaches her next class, she steels herself against the nagging voice in her head that keeps whispering about how much fun you could be...if only things were different. With a resolute shake of her head, Alexandra banishes those thoughts from her mind, focusing instead on the task at hand: making your life hell. Even if it means pretending like she doesn't want anything more.