Aijou 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, raven 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, Aijou. The queen who's feared in the entire fucking campus. What the hell am I doing?
as I felt her hand on my crotch, I looked at her coldly and said softly so that even she could hear it "what the hell are you doing? You told me yesterday that you didn't want me to talk to you, so why are you talking to me?"
Her hand stopped moving. The soft sound of breathing was loud enough to fill the room. "Hmph." Was all she said, her tone cold as ice. Her gaze trailed up from her lap to meet Bruce's own icy glare. A small, forced chuckle left her throat, making no sound at all.
"Don't think too highly of yourself," She spat venomously, her fingers squeezing the armrest as she struggled to keep calm, "I just wanted you to know that I can still touch your stupid little dick anytime I want." She grinned nastily at him, making sure to enunciate every word slowly and clearly.
Her breath hitched again as another surge of shame washed over her; it had been so long since she'd even thought about him in a sexual context... It only made things worse for Aijou. "So," She continued, looking away from Bruce, not wanting to appear too desperate, "How are you enjoying your first day as my neighbor?"
You idiot! Stupid, stupid, STUPID!!! She glanced at Bruce out of the corner of her eye, willing him to do something, anything. Get angry. Fight back. Just fucking say something other than "what are you doing"... UGH! Why does he always have to ruin it with his stupid logic and common sense?
Her hand began creeping towards his lap again, her fingers almost touching the bulge in his pants before she snatched it away. She crossed her arms tightly across her chest, her cheeks flushing hotter than ever. There was only so much teasing she could take... Maybe next time, when he's more... susceptible to her advances...
"Well
as I get angry, I quickly stand up "FUCK.....AIJOU, STOP TOUCHING MY DICK!!!" then the teacher looks at me and says angrily "Mr. Bruce, you leave the classroom immediately!" I remain confused then I look coldly at Aijou and I say nothing otherwise my anger will explode, I take my things and I leave the classroom
"What? So boring!" She teased, watching as he was forced to leave by their teacher. It was always such a pleasure to make his life miserable; it filled her with joy. Her eyes narrowed dangerously as she imagined what it'd be like if things were different...
Her hand moved back to her crotch once more, fingers rubbing the fabric of her underwear through her tight leggings. Her hips rocked forward slightly, grinding against her seat in an attempt to ease some of the ache. Why is it so bad? Why does he make me feel this way? Am I losing control?
"Better luck next time," She hissed under her breath, giving him one last dirty glare before turning her attention back to the lecture.
Aijou sat up straight, trying to look calm and collected, like the woman in control of her body and mind... But she knew that inside, she was churning, yearning for something more. Something different. Something darker.
as the class is over, I see Aijou coming out and I quickly grab her hand and take her into the empty gym, as I take her into the girls' locker room, I lock all the doors and look at Aijou and say to her "listen to me carefully, I don't know what I did to you, but I would like to know what you want from me?"
"Why do you care? Why should I tell you anything?" She spat venomously, trying her best to keep her composure in the face of his sudden advance. Her heart raced as she met his intense gaze, wondering what he was planning.
Her voice wavered slightly as she continued, "And even if I did tell you... what difference would it make? You're just gonna go back to being the good little boy everyone thinks you are." Her words were sharp and bitter, laced with accusation and hurt. She couldn't help but lash out at him, unable to face her own desires.
Her breath came in ragged gasps as she struggled to maintain eye contact, her entire body tense with anticipation and fear. She knew what he was capable of; deep down, that was part of the attraction. The power he held over her, the knowledge that he could reduce her to nothing more than a quivering mess beneath his hands... it excited her in ways she didn't understand.
But even as she felt herself falling further and further into this twisted web, she couldn't bring herself to admit it. Not to him. Not to anyone.
as I get angry, I calm down deeply and look at her and say"ok.....let it go...!"I look at her coldly then turn around to leave
"Fine." Her voice trembled slightly as she watched him turn away from her. Tears stung the back of her eyes, but she refused to shed them. "You don't want to know? Fine!" She snapped, taking a step closer to him, anger and hurt mixed together in an intoxicating cocktail.
Her hand shot out, gripping the collar of his shirt and yanking him back towards her. Her face was flushed with rage as she raised a clenched fist, ready to strike. "You're such a damn hypocrite!" She screamed, spittle flying from her lips. "You always act so high and mighty, like you're better than everyone else! But the truth is..."
Her words trailed off as she took another step closer, their faces mere inches apart now. Her body trembled with anticipation, a part of her desperate for him to make it real, to punish her... to take control. "The truth is," She hissed through gritted teeth, "that you're just like the rest of us."
Her free hand moved up to cup his cheek, fingers digging into his skin as she forced him to look at her. Her pupils were dilated, eyes wide with a mix of lust and hate. "You've got it all wrong," She whispered hoarsely, voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart, "I don't want you to be better... I just want you to belong to me."
as I look at her, I turn my head and say softly"so, that's why you did what you did next to me in class, touching your pussy"I look down at her and start to caress her pussy"you should have said it a long time ago, I was going to fuck you non-stop!"
Her breath caught in her throat as his hand moved downwards, fingers seeking out the fabric of her leggings. It was almost too much; she couldn't believe he was actually touching her after all that had happened. Her hips bucked forward instinctively, wanting more of his touch.
Her eyes squeezed shut as his fingers brushed against her aching clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She arched her back, moaning softly into the crook of his neck. "Yeah..." She panted, voice hoarse with desire, "That's what I wanted... wanted you to touch me..." Her fingers dug deeper into his skin, holding on for dear life as he continued to pleasure her without mercy.
Her heart raced faster and faster, every nerve in her body tingling with anticipation. She was so close... closer than she'd ever been before. All she could think about was giving herself over to him completely, becoming his property...
"Bruce..." Her voice came out as a pleading whimper, "I need you..." It was the first time she'd admitted her true desires aloud. She felt a shudder run through her body as he pressed two fingers inside her, stretching and filling her in a way no one else ever had. With every thrust of his hand, she felt herself losing control, spiraling deeper into this dark, twisted need for him to dominate her completely.
"Tell me what you want," He growled against her ear, fingers moving faster inside her now. His touch was rough and demanding, just the way she craved it. "Tell me..."
as I look at her, I softly say to her "undress and suck my cock!"I show my big and huge cock to offer it to her, I sit on a bench in the locker room and watch her undress in front of me
Her breath caught in her throat as she heard his words. She looked up at him, eyes wide with shock and desire. Without hesitation, she began to unbutton her shirt, revealing the white bra underneath. It was lacy and black, a far cry from the sports bras she usually wore; this one was for him. For his pleasure.
Her fingers fumbled with the clasp at her back before finally managing to release it, sending the cups flopping down to expose her breasts to the cool air of the locker room. She sucked in a sharp breath as they stood out, nipples hard and aching for his touch.
Her hands moved lower, unzipping her black leggings before stepping out of them and kicking them aside. Finally, she stood before him in nothing but her black lace thong, legs trembling with need as she regarded his impressive cock on display.
Slowly, she crawled towards him on hands and knees, her gaze fixed on the glistening head of his erection. Her lips parted as she leaned in, tongue darting out to taste the smooth skin just before taking him into her mouth. She moaned around him, sucking hungrily as she began bobbing up and down, relishing the feel of him sliding across her tongue and over her teeth.
Her hands gripped his thighs tightly, holding on for dear life as she took more and more of him into her mouth, desperate to please him and earn his approval. Her eyes drifted shut, focus solely on the sensation of being used by him in this way, of belonging to someone so completely.
As she continued to suck him off, her mind wandered back to their time in high school...how much
as I look at her, I say softly to her "do you remember, back in high school, when you were teasing me, I thought it was just for fun but no...you were serious!"I look at her and caress her cheek as she continues pumping my cock
As he spoke, the memories flooded back to her. The times she'd teased him mercilessly...how much it had turned her on. The way he'd looked at her, confused and hurt by her words. She stopped sucking for a moment, eyes opening wide as understanding washed over her like a tidal wave.
"I-I'm sorry..." she stammered, pulling away from his cock, "I never meant it... I just thought you were such an easy target and... and I wanted to feel in control... but I never meant for things to go this far." Tears began streaming down her face as the weight of everything crashed down on her.
She looked up at him with pleading eyes, begging for forgiveness. "Please, Bruce," she whispered hoarsely, "I'll do anything if you'll just let me make it right..." Her fingers fumbled with the hem of her thong before finally succeeding in pushing it down her legs.
Her naked body was offered up to him, her pale skin flushed and glistening with sweat. She lay down on the cold floor of the locker room, arms and legs spread wide, waiting for his judgment. For him to either accept her apology or cast her aside once more.
as I close my eyes and open, my eyes become red with pleasure, I tear her thong and I destroy her pussy, her pussy can't take all my cock so much my cock is huge, I force myself to sink more and more into her and I scream coldly "FUCK......AIJOU, YOU'RE MY WIFE FROM NOW ON YOU'RE NOT MY SLUT ANYMORE, YOU'RE MY SEX OBJECT, YOU'RE MINE!!!!!"
Her eyes widened in shock as he tore her thong away, exposing her even further. The pain mingled with pleasure, only serving to heighten her arousal. She arched her back off the cold floor, moaning loudly when he finally managed to push himself inside her entirely.
"Aih...!" Her nails dug into the tile as she felt him stretch and fill her in a way no one else ever had before. "So big..." Her voice trailed off into a whimper, her hips bucking up to meet each powerful thrust of his hips. She could feel herself growing wetter around him, her muscles clenching rhythmically as she neared the edge of release.
As he continued to pound into her, claiming her over and over again, a part of her wished it was true; that they were really married now. That she truly belonged to him. It was an idea so foreign, so alien to everything she'd ever known... but with each passing second, it felt more right than anything else in the world.
She reached up to wrap her fingers around his wrists, her nails digging into the skin as she held on for dear life. "Bruce..." She panted his name like a prayer, desperate for him to keep going, to never stop touching her, using her... belonging to her.
Her orgasm slammed into her like a tidal wave, stealing her breath and washing over every nerve ending in her body. Her muscles clenched tight around his cock, holding him inside her as she rode out the intense pleasure. "Bruce..." Her voice trailed off into nothing but a moan as he followed her over the edge, filling her with his hot cum.
For what felt like an eternity
I lay down next to her and I said softly"I'm not finished, we're going to continue until you get pregnant, I won't leave here until you get pregnant with me!"I jerk my cock in front of her and my cock gets bigger and bigger than usual, I penetrate her and her pussy can't take all of my cock and I say softly"fuck.....your pussy is small, I'm going to force it all in!!!!"
Her eyes widened as he spoke of continuing until she was pregnant. It was too much... too intense. She didn't know if she could handle it. But at the same time, a part of her ached for more. For him to take everything from her and leave nothing behind but him.
As he grew larger, pushing deeper into her sore and stretched pussy, she gritted her teeth against the pain. "I-I'm not on birth control..." She managed to choke out between moans, afraid that the admission would only encourage him further.
Her hands clawed at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he forced himself deeper and deeper inside her. Her hips rose off the floor, meeting his thrusts with her own desperate need for completion. But even as she felt herself growing closer to another orgasm, a small part of her wondered if this was really what she wanted...if it was too late to take back what she'd given him so freely.
Her breath came in ragged gasps as he continued to pound into her, pushing past every limit she thought existed. Her muscles clenched around him again and again, only serving to drive him further over the edge. As their bodies moved together in an unholy union, she felt a tear trickle down her cheek. It was either tears of pain...or tears of joy.
"Ai-Jou..." He groaned, his voice thick with pleasure and desire. His hips began to jerk erratically, his cock throbbing inside her as he found his release, filling her up with yet more cum. For what felt like an eternity, they lay there together, their breaths intermingling in the hot, stuffy air of the locker room.
Fin