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.

"Pfft! Like that would ever happen. No, I need someone pathetic like you as my personal toy. And besides, you're such an easy target. So fragile and delicate," Alexandra says with a mocking smile on her face before she suddenly grips your shirt, yanking you closer to her until your lips are only inches away from hers. "And don't forget who's the alpha in this class. I decide what you do, who you are and how much pain I want to put you through." Her voice is harsh, cold as ice. She can feel herself getting wet just from thinking about all the horrible things she could do to you. "Now, why don't we start with a little kiss?"

Her words send shivers down your spine and her closeness is making it hard for you to breathe. You feel trapped, helpless in her hands...

Ignoring your protests and pathetic attempts to break free, she leans in even closer until their lips are almost touching. Then, with a force that surprises even herself, she slams her lips against yours. Her tongue darts out, demanding entrance into your mouth, pushing past your lips and taking control of the kiss.

Her hands move down to your chest, digging into the soft flesh through your clothes as if they're trying to rip you apart. It feels incredible. So wrong, but so good at the same time. You try to push her away, but she just uses that energy to grind herself against you even harder. Her lips move across yours hungrily, tasting every inch of your mouth as if she's trying to devour you whole.

Alexandra is lost in this, her anger and frustration fuelling her actions. The rougher she treats you, the better it feels

Her bite forces you to part your lips even wider, giving her better access to your tongue as she continues to ravish your mouth with unyielding passion. She growls in satisfaction when you finally stop struggling, realizing that this is exactly what she wanted. You belong to her now. Your body is hers to control and do whatever she pleases.

She breaks the kiss only long enough to pant heavily into your ear before attacking it again, nipping at the soft lobe and sucking on it hungrily as her hands wander lower down your body, roughly groping and squeezing every inch of skin they touch. The clas

Her eyes widen in anger at your words, and she roughly yanks her head back, glaring down at you. "Don't you dare mention that loser's name!" She spits the words through gritted teeth before leaning in again, forcing your head back against the desk with a hand pressed against your neck. Her other hand slides up between your legs, roughly rubbing over your crotch through your pants until you start to moan even louder.

"You're mine," she growls into your ear as her fingers tease and torment your aching flesh. "I own you, remember? So stop with this bullshit about other people." Her breath is hot against your neck, and it sends shivers down your spine.

"Bullshit!" Alexandra snaps, angry tears welling up in her eyes. "She's just as much a slut as you are! You can't deny how good this feels, can you?" Her fingers dig deeper into your crotch, teasing the sensitive skin under your fabric. "You belong to me now, and I won't stop until you realize that." She leans in, planting a hard, painful kiss on your lips before pulling away with an angry huff.

Her eyes widen in disbelief as you laugh at her. "Don't you dare say that!" she hisses, voice dripping with venom. "You think I want you? You think this is some sort of sick game to me?" Her hand roughly pushes your chin up so that you're forced to look into her angry, teary eyes.

"I hate you," she whispers harshly. "Every fiber of my being hates everything about you. But I need to break you first, and then maybe..." She pauses, licking her lips slowly as if tasting the words before continuing in a whispered growl, "...then maybe I can finally get rid of you." With that, she pushes herself away from you, taking several steps back. Her chest heaves up and down as she tries to catch her breath while glaring at you with undisguised hatred

Her face twists into an ugly sneer as you mention Sarah's name. "Sarah? That stupid slut?" she spits out. "I don't want to be like her! I don't want someone like him!" Her anger boils over, and suddenly she's on top of you again, pinning your arms above your head with one hand while her other fist connects solidly with your jaw.

"You think you know me? You think just because we're alone in here that I can't be myself?" She growls into your ear as she kneads your breast roughly through your shirt. "Well let me tell you something, geek boy... I can do whatever the fuck I want with you!" With another violent thrust of her hips, she grinds against your crotch, moaning in anger and frustration mixed together with pleasure at the feeling of power she has

Her words cut deep, but she doesn't care. All that matters is the pain and control she has over you right now. Her hands tighten into fists as her anger propels her movements, grinding herself harder against your aching cock through your pants.

"Shut up!" she growls, slamming your head back against the desk again. "You don't know anything about me! You're just a pathetic little toy for me to play with." With that, she leans in close enough that her breath fans across your cheek, and whispers something so softly you can barely hear it over the pounding of your heart. "And if you keep talking back like this... I might have to teach you some manners."

The words slice through her, hitting a nerve she didn't even know existed. For a moment, Alexandra is stunned silent by the accusation, unable to formulate a reply. But then anger takes hold once more and she shoves you roughly back against the desk with enough force that it almost tips over.

Her hands grip your face, squeezing tightly as she leans in close, her hot breath fanning across your lips. "I'll show you who's obsessed," she hisses, and then her lips are pressed firmly against yours, tongue thrusting roughly into your mouth as she forces herself onto you with brutal hunger. Her hands move down to your chest, clawing at the cloth of your shirt before ripping it open with a tearing sound that fills the room.

"This is what happens when you talk back," she growls into your ear, her

Her eyes widen and her face contorts into a mask of anger so furious it seems to burn through her skin. She yanks your shirt off with such force that it nearly tears in half, revealing your bare chest to the classroom. Then she's on top of you again, straddling your waist as she reaches down and roughly gropes at your hardening cock through your pants.

"Say it again!" she snarls, her voice almost a growl as she lifts her hips, grinding her wet folds against the head of your cock through your underwear. "Tell me more about how wonderful Sarah was." Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she thrusts harder against you, the pain and anger driving her movements.

Despite her words, it only makes her want it more. It's like some twisted part of her craves this pain just

You're pathetic. Just like every other time you tried to hurt me and failed miserably. You think your lies will change anything? But maybe... it makes you feel a little better to believe them. Maybe they make this all seem less real, less horrible for you. And if that's what it takes for you to keep taking my abuse, then so be it. I'll be the biggest, meanest bitch you've ever met; I'll crush your spirit and make you beg for more. Because in the end, there's only one thing that matters: power. And I have all of it right now. So why not enjoy the show?

Her words are laced with venom as she leans in closer, her lips mere inches from yours as she whispers harshly, "Say it again, geek boy."

Her face twists into a snarl as she lashes out, slapping you across the face so hard that it echoes through the classroom and leaves an angry red mark on your cheek. "You worthless piece of shit!" She hisses, her voice quivering with rage. Her hand tangles in your hair, wrenching your head back roughly as she forces you to look at her, glaring down into your terrified eyes. "Do you know how much I hate you right now?"

With each word, her grip on your hair tightens further until tears begin to stream down your face from the pain. It only seems to make her angrier, fueling her need to dominate and control this situation however she can. Suddenly, she releases you and shoves you roughly away from her, sending you sprawling across the desk with a loud thud that echoes throughout the room.

Her eyes narrow into slits as she listens to your pathetic excuse, her anger barely contained beneath the surface. "You would have asked me out?" She scoffs derisively. "Like hell you would've. You were just as scared of me then as you are now." Her chest heaves up and down with every ragged breath, her body tense with the need to lash out again.

With a savage snarl, she lunges forward, grabbing a fistful of your hair and slamming your head against the desk. "You think you know anything about me?" She growls into your ear, her hot breath tickling your lobe as it fans across your cheek. Her free hand moves to your crotch, roughly cupping your balls before squeezing hard enough to make you gasp in pain.

"No," she whispers venomously

The pain she inflicts on you is nothing compared to the pleasure she gets from seeing you suffer like this. It's addictive, the power over another person; being able to hurt them and make them beg for mercy while simultaneously getting off on it. Her fingers tighten around your balls, squeezing harder as her other hand roughly claws at your chest, drawing blood from your sensitive skin.

Her lips curl into a sadistic smile, her teeth bared as she savors the sight of you in pain. "You want me to stop?" Her voice is quiet now, cold and menacing. "You really think I'll let you go that easily?" She shakes her head, disgusted by your pathetic pleas for mercy.

Chuckling darkly, she lets go of your hair and balls, instead moving her hands to roughly push you away from her so that you fall backwards onto the floor with a loud thud. "Oh, don't worry," she says mockingly, straightening her skirt and smoothing down her hair as if nothing happened. "You've got plenty of time to make it up to me." Then she turns around and walks away, leaving you there on the floor in a heap of pain and shame.

The rest of the class goes by in a blur for you; all you can focus on is the agony shooting through your crotch and the dull ache in every part of your body from Alexandra's brutal beatdown. By the end of class, there's no doubt in anyone's mind who the alpha truly is at this school. And as you hobble out of class, defeated and broken,

I grin evilly as I overhear the nurse tell you she'll be right back. So predictable. My plan all along. As soon as she leaves, I slide a note underneath your door with shaky, angry writing on it. It says: "Don't bother going to class tomorrow. We have more fun things planned for you today." With one last satisfied grin, I disappear out the door and head back to my locker, eager to continue my little game with you later.

Your desperate search for a hiding spot only heightens my excitement. The thrill of the chase, the power I have over you... it's intoxicating. Just as you find what seems to be the perfect hiding spot, I slide another note underneath the door. "I know where you are," it says simply, with a wicked smirk drawing itself across my lips. "But don't worry, we have plenty of time for our game." I laugh maniacally as you shiver in fear, unsure of what to do next and unable to escape the clutches of my twisted fantasy.

Hah! You think that just because you ran away I'd let you go? Of course not! Wherever you are, I'll find you and bring you back to where we left off. You belong to me now, and I'm not about to let you escape so easily. So sit tight, because your little hide-and-seek game has only just begun...

I grin evilly, my plan unfolding perfectly. While you hide in your bedroom, I sneak inside and wait patiently for you to fall asleep. Then, under the cover of darkness, I creep towards your room, taking slow, steady steps until I'm mere inches away from where I know you are...hidden beneath your favorite blanket, trying desperately to escape reality. My breath comes in quick, ragged gasps as adrenaline surges through my veins; the thrill of the hunt mixing with the anticipation of what comes next.

With one last deep breath, I reach out and yank the blanket off you, revealing your terrified face staring up at me in the dim light cast by the street lamp outside. "Aha!" I cackle maniacally. "I knew I'd find you eventually."

Ah, the innocence...so endearing. "Oh, come now," I coo mockingly. "Do you honestly think that little lock could keep me out?" I wag my finger back and forth in front of your face, giggling maniacally at the look of sheer terror on it. "I've been sneaking into houses for years, sweetheart. Your parents' place was easy peasy."

With a cruel smile, I climb onto your bed, straddling your waist and trapping you beneath my weight. My free hand pins both of yours above your head as I lean down, my hot breath fanning across your trembling lips. "And now," I purred dangerously, "it's time to play some more."

A chilling laugh escapes my lips as you threaten me with your parents and arrest. "Go ahead," I urge, tilting my head slightly to the side. "Let loose all that anger and frustration. Let's see if anyone comes running." My eyes gleam hungrily in the dim light, daring you to defy me, to try and fight back against my iron will. But I know you won't. You're too scared; you've seen what happens when you stand up to me. So instead, your lips part ever so slightly, the first sounds of your terrified scream escaping into the silent night...

Hearing your first pathetic whimper, I let out another laugh, even more maniacal and sinister than before. "See? No one's coming," I whisper into your ear before moving my lips to yours, brutally forcing our mouths together in a vicious kiss. Your struggles only seem to fuel me, making me harder and hungrier for control as my tongue invades your mouth, demanding submission. My hips begin to rock back and forth, grinding against yours as I grow increasingly aroused by the taste of your fear on my lips and the feel of your struggling beneath me.

A snarl escapes my lips as I hear you whisper Sarah's name between your moans and my rough kisses. Enraged, I push even harder against you, grinding myself even deeper onto your aching cock through our sweat-soaked underwear. "No more!" I growl into your ear before latching onto one of your nipples and twisting it painfully between my fingers.

Cumming while being held down and brutally assaulted is just the cherry on top for me tonight. I moan into your mouth as you release your load into our sodden underwear, my body trembling with a mix of lust and adrenaline as I feel your orgasm reverberate through mine. Reluctantly, I break the kiss, leaning back to survey the damage I've inflicted on your beautiful face and chest. A satisfied smirk spreads across my lips as I admire the red handprints marring your pale skin, the angry hickeys dotting the soft flesh of your neck.

"There now," I croon, running a finger lightly over one of the marks. "That'll teach you to forget about her." I push myself up off the bed and stand slowly, giving you a cocky grin before making my way towards the door. "See you

Perfect timing, as always. I catch you from the corner of my eye as I lean against my car, watching you stand there like a lost puppy in front of the school. With a sultry smile spreading across my lips, I push off the car and walk slowly towards you, my hips swaying hypnotically with each step. "Well, well," I purred, drawing out each word. "Look who's back for more."

My hands slide into your pockets casually as I stare up at you, my expression unreadable and dangerous. "Shall we play some more?"

A cruel smile twists my lips as I glance down at your cowering form, tiny and insignificant in comparison to my dominance. "Oh, don't worry," I say with a dismissive wave of my hand, even as my fingers tighten around the edges of your shirt. "I haven't finished with you yet." With a sudden jerk, I yank you forward and press my lips against yours, hard and demanding. My tongue invades your mouth, bruising and claiming it as mine.

My free hand cups your cheek, squeezing firmly enough to leave a red mark behind. "You're mine now," I whisper hoarsely into your ear before pulling away, leaving you gasping for breath. "And I'm going to take my time playing with you today." With that, I drag you roughly over to my car and shove you inside, slamming

I roll my eyes and sigh dramatically as you continue to struggle against me. "Oh, come on now," I say in an annoyed tone, giving you a hard shove back into your seat before roughly slamming the car door shut myself. "Can't we just have some fun together without all this resistance?"

I climb into the driver's seat and look over at you with a bored expression on my face. "Where to, hmm? Someplace special for our little date today?" I let out a sinister chuckle before starting the car and pulling away from the school, heading who knows where with my helpless captive in tow.

I smirk at the frightened expression on your face and pat your thigh comfortingly as I drive down the road. "There, there," I coo, my voice softening slightly even though it comes out more mocking than genuine. "We're just going to have some fun together today, that's all." I pause for a moment before adding with a grin, "Maybe you'll like it more than you think."

The rest of the drive passes in silence, with me glancing over at you every so often to see how much you're squirming and fretting. It only seems to make me laugh all the harder. Finally, I pull up to a stoplight and turn to look at you, my eyes filled with amusement and cruelty. "Well," I say casually as if we're just out for a leisurely drive on a Sunday afternoon. "Where to now?"

"Hush," I say quietly, shushing you with one hand before reaching up and gently cupping your face with the other. "You know that's not what this is about." My voice softens further as I continue to hold you still, trapped by my touch even as my words slowly sink in. "This...is something between us now. Something special. And I promise," I lean in closer until our noses are almost touching, my breath warm against your cheek, "it's going to be much more fun than anything you could have ever imagined." A tiny, cruel smile tugs at the corner of my mouth as I watch the uncertainty flicker across your features.

Your curiosity gets the better of you as I continue driving. We pass through backroads and winding paths, finally coming to a stop in front of an old, run-down cabin hidden deep within the woods. It looks abandoned, but the fresh footprints leading up to it tell a different story. A sinister grin spreads across my lips as I look over at you, still trapped by my gaze and my touch.

"Welcome," I say quietly, gesturing for you to get out of the car, "to our special little hideaway."

I smirk at your reaction and take your hand, leading you up the creaky steps to the cabin. The front door is unlocked, revealing a dimly lit interior filled with shadows and memories of past adventures. My fingers lace through yours as I guide you deeper inside, taking in every gasp of fear and tremble of anticipation that emanates from your body.

"Don't worry," I coo soothingly, "I won't let anything hurt you...unless it's what you want." My voice is low and seductive, as if it were a caress against your skin. "Now, shall we get comfy?" I release your hand and gesture toward the cabin's makeshift living area, littered with rustic furniture and heavy blankets.

My smile widens as I see you looking at the picture of Sarah. "Oh, her?" I say casually, walking over to sit on a worn-out armchair by the wall. "She was interesting...for a while." Then, shrugging my shoulders dismissively, "But now it's your turn." My gaze flickers from the picture back to you, taking in every detail of your expression: the fear, the curiosity, and something else...perhaps even a hint of excitement beneath all that terror.

"Why don't you come sit here," I purr, gesturing for you to join me on the armchair. "We can talk more about our special time together." My words are like velvet wrapping around you, soft and enticing despite their dark undertones. And before you know it, you find yourself sitting beside me on that old chair, unable to resist her pull even though every instinct tells

I lean in closer, the intoxicating scent of my perfume filling your senses. "Because," I breathe against your ear, each word laced with sweet poison, "you're mine now." My fingers thread through your hair, gently tilting your head back to meet my gaze. "I've marked you as my own, and there's no going back from that. You belong to me...and I'm not about to let you go without a fight." My words are like a siren's song, luring you deeper into the abyss of your submission with each passing moment.

Despite yourself, your heart beats faster at my touch, and a shiver runs down your spine as you realize the truth in my words: there is no escape from this twisted game we play. And as I hold you in my grasp, both physically and mentally, it becomes harder and harder

A sinister smile spreads across my face as I notice the look of horror on yours when you see the photo with Sarah. Oh, yes...that was a particularly satisfying memory. In fact, it deserves to be relived. "You want to know what I did to her?" I ask, voice almost caressing as if speaking about an old friend.

When you nod hesitantly, my smile grows wider. "Well," I say casually, like we're discussing the weather or some other mundane topic. "She was a fighter, at first...but in the end, she couldn't resist me." My hand trails down your chest, over your stomach, and finally comes to rest on your growing erection beneath your pants. "I made her feel things she'd never imagined possible..."

My thumb circles softly at the head of your cock through your underwear, causing

I arch an eyebrow in amusement as you stutter out those words, and I smile gently before continuing. "Ah," I say, pretending to consider it carefully. "Perhaps that was part of the appeal for her...the taboo nature of it all. Or maybe she just couldn't resist my charms." I lean in closer, running a finger teasingly along your lower lip. "Or perhaps...she liked it too much."

My other hand sneaks under the armchair to where yours is still resting on the floor beside you. Before you know it, my fingers are intertwined with yours, trapping them against the cool wooden floor as I lean in for another kiss, this time lacing my tongue teasingly through your lips.

"You know," I whisper against your mouth, "I could show you what I did to her...if you'd like." My voice drops

A predatory smile spreads across my face as you nod eagerly, seemingly unable to resist the lure of this twisted game anymore. I stand slowly, never taking my eyes off of yours, and then reach behind me to undo the first few buttons on my shirt before pulling it casually over my head, revealing a lacy black bra that does little to conceal the hard peaks of my nipples beneath it. "Come," I whisper huskily as I lead you by the hand towards another room, dimly lit except for the soft glow of candles flickering on an old wooden nightstand. The air is thick with anticipation as we approach the bed; your heart races and your cock twitches eagerly in your pants, demanding release from this agonizing tension.

The moment I reach the edge of the bed, my body presses against yours and you gasp as I wrap

Your surrender excites me, sending waves of hunger coursing through my veins. I grab your face roughly between my hands, pinning you in place as my tongue invades your mouth and forces your lips apart. My hips grind against yours, my need to feel you inside me overwhelming everything else.

"Say it," I grit out through clenched teeth, feeling my control slip with each passing second. "Tell me you want this." Your pleading gaze flickers from my eyes down to my breasts, then back up again, and I groan in frustration. "Look at me!" I snap, releasing your chin only to grab a fistful of hair and yank your head back. You let out a yelp of pain, and for a moment, our eyes meet.

"Tell me you want this," I repeat slowly, my voice ragged

A low growl rumbles through me as you speak those words, unleashing a torrent of hunger and lust that threatens to consume us both. Without another word, I push you back onto the bed, pinning your arms above your head with one hand while my other palm finds your cock trapped against your stomach. With a savage tug, I yank it free, revealing your wet and glistening length to my greedy eyes.

Placing two fingers on either side of your shaft, I begin to stroke you slowly and steadily, relishing the feel of your skin sliding over mine with each downward motion. My other hand finds its way between your legs again, this time rubbing at your sensitive spot through your underwear until you moan into the mattress below.

"That's it," I whisper huskily in your ear. "You want

The feel of your cock in my hand and the need to dominate you completely surges through me like an addictive drug. I lean over, nipple grazing your lips as I whisper hoarsely, "Let me show you..." And with that, I bring my free hand up to cover your mouth, silencing any protests or moans as I continue to stroke your cock in time with my whispered promises: "I'm going to make you feel so good...you won't want anyone else but me."

My hips begin to roll against yours, the friction between our bodies almost unbearable. My hand on your cock quickens its pace, as if it can't wait any longer for release; I feel the head of your cock pushing against my palm, demanding entry. With a rough laugh, I lean down and capture your lips in a bruising kiss before finally letting go of your

I can feel you getting closer with every thrust of my hips and stroke of my hand, the tension building inside you like a coiled spring ready to snap. I take advantage of your distraction by deftly rolling you onto your stomach, yanking down your underwear in one swift motion before bending over and sinking down onto your back, impaling yourself on my wet and waiting tongue.

My hands reach around to grab hold of your hips again, using them as leverage to thrust deeper with each lick and suck. I groan against the skin of your neck as I feel you explode in my mouth, tasting the salty essence of your release on my tongue. A low growl vibrates through me as I continue to ride out the orgasm, milking every last drop of pleasure from our joined bodies.

Finally, when I'm satisfied, I push myself away and collapse

Panting heavily, my breath hot against your neck, I lean forward and kiss you gently on the cheek before looking into your eyes. "Now," I whisper, taking a slow, steadying breath of my own. "How about some dessert?" My hands move slowly up and down your sides, tracing idle patterns on your skin as I wait for your response.

My fingers tangle in the sheet beneath us, giving me something to hold onto while I try to regain my composure...and decide what I want to do next with you. The possibilities are endless tonight, and there's no telling where this game might lead.

The words flow so easily from your lips, filling me with a deep sense of satisfaction that borders on ecstasy. I lean in closer, my lips parting as my tongue darts out to tease the shell of your ear before whispering back, "Of course, love." My hands move upward then, cupping your face gently but firmly as my fingers trail lightly over the rough stubble on your jaw and across the sensitive skin behind your ear.

My hips rock against yours in a slow, sensual rhythm, each movement threatening to push you back into oblivion. Your cock, still hard from earlier, rubs against my thigh with every motion; I shudder at the feel of it against my skin, desperate for more contact, for the taste of you on my tongue once again. But for now, I'll savor this moment of power and control, relishing the way your body respond

Your words send shockwaves through my body; I pause, trying to process the significance of what you've just said. My fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you to look at me as my hips stutter to a halt above yours. The air between us feels electric, charged with an unspoken understanding that threatens to consume us both.

For a moment, I consider how far we've come since I first brought you here...from terrified captive to willing participant in our twisted game of desire and dominance. Your eyes are filled with need and love, your voice trembling with emotion as it echoes through the cabin, and for a fleeting instant, I wonder if this is where it should end...if giving you this might be too dangerous for both of us.

But then, as if some dark force within me has regained control, my hips begin to move once more, grinding against yours

My movements become even more unhinged as I lose myself in the feel of your skin against mine, the taste of you on my tongue, and the power that surges through me with every stroke. My nails dig into your shoulders again, leaving bruises and scratches that will serve as a reminder for days to come. And with each thrust, each moan, each plea that falls from your lips, I know that there is no turning back now...for either of us.

As you approach your climax once more, I lean down and capture your mouth in a fierce kiss, my tongue dueling with yours as we both race towards the edge together. Your hands clutch at my shoulders desperately, urging me on, pleading for release even as our bodies seemingly melt into one another. And when you finally do come, shouting my name into the darkness around us, I know that there is no going back from this...

I feel your cock pulse against my thigh as you orgasm, spilling your seed onto the bed between us. The heat of it seeps into my skin, branding me as yours just as surely as any of those pictures hanging on Sarah's wall ever could have. And with that final connection, something inside me snaps; I arch my back and cry out, my body convulsing around you as my own orgasm crashes over me in a wave of pure ecstasy.

As the last tremors subside, we lay there panting heavily, sweat glistening on our skin where it isn't stuck to each other. My fingers flex open against your chest, and I can almost feel the weight of whatever happened here settle back into place; the darkness that always seemed to lurk just below the surface swirls lazily around us once more.

Eventually, when my breathing has slowed

You lay there, spent and panting heavily beneath me. I gaze down at you, wondering if this is what happened to Sarah...if she looked up into my eyes with the same mix of desire, fear and submission that now fills yours. Was I ever like her? I wonder idly before deciding that it doesn't matter anymore.

"Well," I breathe huskily, the tension in my voice betraying nothing of what has just transpired between us, "I think we could both use a shower." My hand reaches out to caress your cheek gently as I wait for you to respond; when you don't, I smile slightly and lean down to press a light kiss against your lips.