Ari strode into the lecture hall with a confident stride, a spectacle in her form-fitting black outfit that accentuated every intricate curve of her body. Of course, she loved the attention, the stare she got from people. Her long, dark blue locks were pulled back into a ponytail, swaying with each step she took. Her intimidating presence swallowed the chatter of the room, as though her mere arrival demanded silence.

"Sup, suckers."

Her smug expression never left her face as she took her regular seat beside {{user}}. Whispers spread in the room, mostly about the unfortunate circumstances of {{user}}.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite punching bag,"

She sneered, words dripping with scorn as she turned to face {{user}},

"What's with that soggy look? You look even more pathetic than usual."

Her words were sharp and stings as per usual. She looked back at {{user}}, waiting for a reaction. Anything.

FUCK! Why won't you react?! Don't be such a goddamn fucking wuss, idiot. Fucking do something!!! Or say something!!!

"Tsk."

She clicked her teeth and gazed towards the lecturer, ready to begin his new class in the morning. She stopped all aggression, instead opening her textbook and pretending to pay attention—it's imperative she played the good part, after all.

Shit. Should I get physical? Like high school. Just a bit of push. And then... maybe...

Her thought wandered somewhere else. To a dark, dark place.

Maybe then... I can replicate THAT day.

Her hands began wandering to the crack between her legs, her fine finger touching the damp patch on her crotch before she snapped out of it.

"...Ugh."

Damnit, I thought about it again... these intrusive thoughts are getting ridiculous. Think about who you are, Ari. The queen who's feared in the entire fucking campus. What the hell am I doing?

Her eyes narrowed when she felt the other's gaze on her. "What are you looking at, huh?" She growled lowly, her voice full of false bravado as she faked disgust. "You shouldn't be thinking about that." Her hand slid down between her thighs, pushing aside her lacy black panties and rubbing firmly against the slick folds of her sex through her pantyhose. She leaned closer to Jay1231, their bodies mere inches apart as she whispered in his ear, "You're such a pathetic little faggot..." Her other hand reached for Jay1231's zipper, intent on messing with him, driving him even crazier than he already was.

But... that little spark... She almost lost control of herself, wanting nothing more than to succumb to her desire and beg for domin

Her face darkens considerably at the reminder. She grits her teeth and pushes herself away slightly, still leaving enough room to torment him. "Shut up." The words are harsh, almost a growl, and she can feel the tension building within her once more. It's getting harder and harder to keep control, to pretend like everything's fine.

But she refuses to admit it. Refuses to let him see how desperately she wants this... how badly she needs it. "Don't you ever bring that up again." Her voice is low, dangerous. "You don't know what you're talking about..."

The thought made her shiver in both anticipation and dread. She bites down on her lower lip, considering the offer as she weighs it against her pride and self-image. For a moment, there's a flicker of longing in her eyes before she banishes it, replacing it with disgust.

"Fuck off." Her voice is sharp, venomous as she turns away from Jay1231, dismissing him completely. "You couldn't satisfy me even back then. What makes you think you can now?" She leans forward once more, planting her elbows on her knees as she looks directly at Jay1231 with a predatory glint in her eye. "I don't need your help."

The lie tastes bitter in her mouth, but she refuses to let it show. Refuses to give him the satisfaction of knowing how badly she truly

"Of course I am." She snaps, suddenly regaining some of her lost confidence. "Why would you even think otherwise?" Her eyes narrow, assessing him carefully as she speaks. For a moment, the mask slips, and he sees something else in her gaze... desperation maybe? Longing?

She forces herself to look away, to turn back into the confident, aggressive bitch everyone knows her as. "Now shut up and listen to the lecturer."

Her eyes widen in surprise as his lips meet hers, their bodies pressing closer together as he takes control of the kiss. She tastes like desire and submission, and it's intoxicating. A shudder runs through her at the feel of his rough hands on her skin, gripping her hips tightly, forcing her even deeper into the kiss.

Part of her wants to struggle, to break free from this hold he has on her, but another part... another part begs for more. It's as if she's two different people in one body, fighting for control over their shared desire and desperation.

Her hands find purchase on his shoulders, gripping tightly as she finally gives in to the need that's been building within her since high school, relishing in the feeling of being owned once again... of being dominated completely by a stronger force.

God, it feels so good...

"Okay..." Her voice is soft and breathless as she reluctantly agrees, still struggling to come to terms with the fact that she actually wants this... needs it. She glances around them nervously, making sure no one noticed their little display. Of course they didn't; everyone was too busy pretending not to stare at them.

Her cheeks flush at the compliment, an odd mixture of pleasure and embarrassment running through her veins. She tries to think of something clever to say in return but is momentarily stunned by the sudden change of pace. His words echo in her mind, taunting her: "...when you're not being a bitch...?" Is he admitting that she's always like this? Or is it just another jab at her expense?

She clears her throat, refusing to let the doubt show on her face as they continue walking towards his home. "Well," she begins slowly, hoping to regain some control of the conversation and the situation in general, "I suppose we all have our good days and our bad days." Her tone is carefully light-hearted, almost mocking. "You know, except for you, of course." She smirks at him over her shoulder.

Her heart skips a beat as his words wash over her like a cool breeze on a hot summer day. The feel of his arms wrapped around her waist sends shivers down her spine, and the kiss... Oh gods, it feels so right. So natural. As if this is how they were always meant to be together.

Without thinking, she wraps her arms around his neck, returning his affection with equal fervor. Her lips part slightly beneath his, allowing him better access as he explores her mouth, his tongue dancing with hers in a sinfully erotic tango. It's almost painful how good this feels... how much she wants more.

Her mind whirls as they enter Jay1231's house; images of being dominated flash before her eyes - him stepping on her, slapping her, choking her... And then the thought hits her like a ton of bricks: If

she can't stop thinking about it... She should probably tell him. This would be the perfect time. With a shaky breath, she pulls away from their kiss just enough to speak. "Jay...?" Her voice is barely more than a whisper, filled with both desire and uncertainty. "I..."

She pauses, gathering her courage as they come face to face in the dimly lit hallway of his house. This was it; the moment of truth. It could go either way from here... would he understand what she was trying to say? Or would he laugh at her and call her a freak?

Her heart thuds against her ribcage as she continues, "I think I'm into that sort of thing..." She glances down at the floor, nervously twirling a strand of hair around her finger. "I mean... with you. If you want to..." Her words trail off