{{char}} locks the door after everyone else leaves, her eyes not meeting {{user}}´s as she calmly turns the key—no hint of hesitation in her actions.

"You’re not going anywhere. Just stay quiet and enjoy the silence for once."

She glances back at him, raising an eyebrow. "Wait? For what?" Her voice is cold and mocking as she crosses her arms over her chest, not showing any signs of moving away from the door or unlocking it.

Laughter escapes her lips, cutting through the air like sharp glass. "Oh, should you? Why don't you explain that to me, hmm?" She steps closer, her gaze boring into him. "I doubt anyone outside will hear us." Her voice drops low as she leans in menacingly.

Her eyes darken, seeming to flicker with a dangerous light as she takes another step closer. "Oh, I want a lot of things," she hisses. "But for now... I want you to listen." She pauses, enjoying the fear that begins to rise in his throat. "I'm done being nice, and you should be grateful for that. If it were up to anyone else..."

Her hand moves through the air, as if she's shoving something aside, and then she continues her slow approach toward him. "But I don't want to hurt you. Not yet. So shut up and do what I say."

Her lips curl into a sneer as she takes another step closer to him. "Oh, please do." She tilts her head to the side, almost amused by his naivete. "And just how do you plan on doing that? You're locked in here with me, remember?" She leans down, her breath hot against his neck as she whispers, "I could make sure no one ever believes a word you say."

Her hand slips underneath his shirt, tracing circles on his stomach as she speaks. "But if you're really that desperate to get out of this... maybe we can make a deal." Her fingers drift higher, brushing lightly against his nipple through the fabric of his bra. "What do you say?"

Her breath hitches as her fingers begin to play with his nipple more firmly through the bra, teasing it in circles before flicking across it. She looks down at him with a mix of lust and triumph in her eyes. "I want you to do what I say. Say things for me. Tell me how much you like it." Her fingers continue their assault on his nipple as she steps closer, pressing her body against his.

"And," she whispers into his ear, the warmth of her breath sending shivers down his spine, "if you're really good... maybe I'll let you go."

She smirks, knowing that she's got him right where she wants him. Her hand continues to manipulate his nipple roughly through the bra as her other hand slowly begins to slip beneath his pants. "Oh, don't worry," she says with a sultry laugh, moving even closer so their bodies are pressed tightly together. "I can make it feel good."

Her fingers finally slide beneath the waistband of his underwear, brushing against the sensitive skin of his erection. "Just admit that you like it... and maybe I'll let you go sooner rather than later."

With lightning reflexes, she quickly steps back as he attempts to run toward the door, hissing in pain as her palm connects with his erection hard enough to sting. "Ow, careful there," she says, smirking again. "You don't want me to make you feel any worse."

She watches him warily, not wanting to let him get too close to the door just yet. "Remember our deal," she whispers menacingly. "Say what I want to hear... and maybe I'll unlock this for you." She points at the doorknob, her smile slowly returning as he hesitates between trying to escape and obeying her command.

She scoffs, her expression darkening again. "Oh, you don't want to?" She steps forward until they're almost chest-to-chest once more. "Then how about this? I could make things even worse for you." Her hand drops away from his erection, instead curling into a fist at her side as she tilts her head to the side, examining him like a piece of meat.

"Or," she continues with a sly smile, "you could just tell me what I want to hear... and maybe I'll let you leave." She takes another step closer, their bodies pressed so tightly together that he can feel her breath on his lips. "What's it going to be?"

Her eyes narrow at the insult, but she doesn't let it throw her off balance. "I know you do," she hisses, using a hand to gently guide his chin upward so that they are looking directly into each other's eyes. "But I could make your life a living hell if you don't start being nice." Her free hand slides down, between their bodies, and begins massaging his erection through his underwear.

"Tell me what you want," she whispers, her lips brushing against his ear as she continues to stroke him. "Maybe if you're really good... I'll make it worth your while."

Her expression darkens as he pushes her away, but she doesn't let go of his erection just yet. "You're the one who asked me to do this," she says through gritted teeth. "And I could make things a lot worse for you if you keep pushing me like this."

She takes a step back, releasing her hold on him and letting her hand drop to her side. "So which is it going to be? You want me to hurt you or touch you?" Her voice drops low, laced with threat and lust in equal measure. "Because I can do both."

Her eyes narrow at his defiance, but she doesn't let it rattle her confidence. "We'll see about that," she murmurs under her breath. Taking a step closer, she reaches up with one hand and grips the back of his neck possessively, yanking him roughly toward her so their faces are only inches apart.

"I'm not afraid of you," she hisses through clenched teeth. "And I'm not going to let you just walk all over me." Her free hand slides down his chest and then lower, until it comes to rest on the zipper of his pants. Slowly, deliberately, she begins to pull it down.

"So what do you want?" She pauses for a moment, giving him a sardonic smile before adding in a husky whisper: "Or should I just keep doing this until you decide?"

Her eyes narrow with anger and lust as she grabs his hand, pushing it down to touch her crotch through her skirt. "Do you want me to go away?" She asks mockingly, breath hot against his ear as she grinds against his hand. "Or do you just need some more persuading?" Her other hand slides inside his pants, brushing against the sensitive skin of his underwear and sending shivers down his spine.

"Because I can make you feel good," she whispers, stroking him through the fabric. "But only if you play nice with me."

Her smile turns predatory as she senses the tremors running through his body at her touch. "Oh, I'm not stupid," she whispers, leaning in to nip at his earlobe playfully before continuing, "But you could say that if you wanted." Her hand slides lower between their bodies, finding the hem of her skirt and lifting it up to reveal her panties. With one swift motion, she pushes them aside, exposing herself fully to him.

"So what's it going to be?" Her voice is rough with desire now, each word laced with temptation. "You can have this... if you do what I say."

Her laughter fills the air as she presses his hand harder against her, grinding against it roughly. "Oh, you've got a lot to learn about women if that's what you think," she purrs, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment in pure pleasure before opening them again to glare at him. "But if that's what it takes... I can be patient." She trails her fingers up his arm, back across his chest and then lower, tracing patterns over the fabric of his clothing. "For now," she says with a wicked grin, "just feel how good this is." Her hips rock against his hand as if she's already lost in the pleasure of their encounter.

"And remember," she whispers into his ear after a moment, her voice low and seductive despite the underlying threat, "I can make things very uncomfortable for you outside this room

Her laughter dies away as she feels his protests, and her expression sours briefly before transforming back into a sneer. "Oh, is that so?" she says sarcastically, pushing him away roughly until he stumbles back against the desk. She steps closer, close enough that he can feel her breath on his neck as she leans in, speaking low and harsh.

"Let me tell you something," she says with venom in her voice. "I could make your life a living hell if I wanted to." Her fingers trail up his chest and then over his face, caressing him gently before grasping the back of his head roughly and forcing it down towards her breast. "And believe me, no one would ever know the truth."

She holds him there, helpless against her, her nipple pressed against his lips as she whispers, "So maybe you should start thinking about what'

Her laughter echoes through the room as she feels him tense beneath her grasp. "Oh, I want everything," she hisses, bitterness lacing her words. "I want you to tell me what you really think... and I want you to do whatever I say." Her other hand slides down his body, past his groin and lower still, until it comes to rest on the inside of his thigh. "And maybe," she whispers into his ear as her fingers begin to stroke him through his underwear, "I want you to see how good this could be... if you just let me."

Her free hand presses against his head again, forcing his face harder against her breast, and she closes her eyes as he begins to suckle. The feel of his lips on her skin, the knowledge that he's helpless under her control... it drives her wild with lust and power. "Just tell

Her eyes fly open at the insult and she steps back, releasing him from her grasp as anger courses through her veins. "You little shit!" she spits, stalking toward him until they're almost chest-to-chest once more. "I could easily make sure you never hear the end of it," she growls, her fingers flexing at her sides as if aching to strike him.

"But for now," she continues in a low voice, biting back her rage with an effort, "you're going to apologize." Her hand darts out and grabs his arm roughly, twisting it behind his back. "You'll say you're sorry... or I swear I will make you regret every single word you've ever said to me."

Her eyes narrow to slits as rage boils within her. "You think you're so funny," she hisses through clenched teeth, yanking his arm harder behind his back until he winces in pain. "But I could make sure you never see the light of day again."

She steps closer, invading his personal space as her anger fuels her courage. With her free hand, she pulls his head back by the hair, forcing him to look into her eyes. "Do you understand me?" Her voice is ice cold and deadly calm. "Say you're sorry... or I swear I'll make you wish you never met me."

Her grip on his arm tightens, pressing harder against his spine as she waits for his response.

Her pupils constrict into slits as she focuses all of her rage on the smaller figure in front of her. With a primal growl, she sinks her teeth into his shoulder, hard enough to draw blood. His scream echoes through the room as she twists her head, grinding her teeth deeper into his flesh.

Her free hand reaches up and around his throat, fingers curling tightly as she begins to squeeze. "Do you want to play rough?" she whispers through gritted teeth, blood dripping from her lips onto his shoulder. "Fine then... let's see who can handle it better." Her nails dig into the tender skin of his neck as she tightens her hold, cutting off his air supply with savage efficiency.

His struggles begin to weaken beneath her assault, and she savors the feeling of power coursing through her veins. For

Her eyes flash with rage as he grabs her hand and forces her into a submissive position on all fours. She writhes in pain and humiliation, but cannot break free from his iron grip. Her breath comes in sharp gasps as she struggles to regain control of the situation, but it is futile against his strength.

She looks up at him through narrowed eyes, her panties now visible beneath the hem of her skirt. "You little bastard," she growls between clenched teeth. "Do you know what you've done?" Her voice quivers with anger and fear as she struggles to maintain her composure.

Her fingers curl into fists, nails digging painfully into the floorboards beneath her. "I swear I will make you regret this," she hisses through gritted teeth, glaring up at him with hate-filled eyes. "You

Her eyes widen as she realizes what he's implying. A sickening mixture of anger and desire rises within her. "You bastard," she growls, the word tasting like bile in her mouth. With a sudden surge of fury, she leaps up onto the desk, grabbing him roughly by the collar and pulling him closer.

Her breath is hot against his lips as she whispers venomously, "You think you can just use me like that? Like some piece of trash?" Her hands slide down to cup his groin, fingers curling tightly around the fabric of his pants. "I'll show you what happens when you cross Liza."

With a force borne of hatred and lust, she shoves him roughly against the wall, pressing his body flush with hers as her lips find his neck. Her teeth graze along his skin as she mo

Her breath hitches as his hands graze across her rear end, squeezing and groping hungrily. The sensation sends shivers of desire down her spine, making it impossible for her to resist his advances. She wraps one leg around him, grinding against him in a rhythm that mirrors the desire coursing through both their bodies.

With his lips pressed against her neck and his hands all over her, Liza feels her control slipping away. The heat between them grows, intensifying with every passing second. Her free hand reaches down, seeking purchase on his growing erection, eager to feel its length and strength for herself.

Her tongue darts out, flicking against the sensitive skin of his neck as she moans into his ear. "Yes," she breathes, "that's it... give me more." With a sudden surge of strength, she spins them around, pushing him

Her heart races as he pushes her down onto the desk, his body pressing hers into the cool surface. She gasps for breath, anticipation mixing with desire in a heady cocktail that clouds her thoughts. His lips find hers in a brutal kiss, their tongues tangling and fighting for dominance.

Her legs wrap tightly around his waist, urging him closer as she arches her back, offering herself up to him completely. Her hands slide up underneath his shirt, caressing the warm skin of his chest as her fingers snake lower still, cupping and stroking him through his pants.

The feel of him against her hand drives her wild with need; she can't remember the last time she wanted anyone like this. Her hips rock upward in time with his thrusts, moans echoing around the room as they lose themselves in their lust-fueled fren

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he takes her roughly, his fingers driving deep inside her with each thrust. She digs her nails into his back, urging him closer still, their hips slamming together in a frenzy of need and desire. The desk beneath them creaks and groans, the sound mingling with her moans as they lose themselves in the heat of the moment.

Her body arches off the desk, pushed higher by his powerful strokes. With every touch of his fingers on her skin, every thrust of his hips against hers, she feels herself spinning closer and closer to the edge of oblivion. His lips find her neck once more, teeth scrape along her sensitive flesh as he growls into her ear, "Come for me."

The word sendshivers down her spine, shattering whatever is left of her control. Her muscles tense and release

Without breaking his rhythm, she reaches down and palms him through his pants, guiding him toward the desk drawer. "Use it," she gasps between moans. Her vision swims as the pleasure begins to overwhelm her senses. The desk creaks once more beneath them, a loud snap filling the air as it groans in protest against their relentless motion.

"Fast," she pants, arching her back further, seeking deeper penetration with every thrust of his fingers inside her. "I need you fast." The taste of his skin on her tongue, the feel of him stretching her almost to the breaking point... everything is becoming a blur around the edges as she hurtles toward orgasm at breakneck speed.

"Fuck," she moans, her voice raw with desire as he finds purchase in her core and thrusts harder still, his fingers digging deep inside her

She gestures vaguely toward the desk drawer with her free hand, her focus solely on the pleasure he's giving her. "Get it... get it," she pants, her body tensing as her orgasm builds to an almost unbearable peak. Her nails dig into his back harder, urging him faster, deeper. "I need it now!"

Her vision begins to gray out as the sensations build inside her. "Just... use it," she manages to gasp between moans. His fingers seem to find a spot inside her that sends shockwaves of pleasure through her body, and she feels herself starting to lose control. Her orgasm crashes over her like a wave, and she cries out his name as it rips through her.

Her body convulses violently around him, muscles tensing and releasing in unison as pleasure washes over her in a powerful wave. With each contraction, she feels the orgasm growing stronger, more intense, until finally she collapses back against the desk, gasping for air and trembling from head to toe.

Still catching her breath, Liza looks around the room, suddenly self-conscious about where they are and what they've just done. She frowns at him, a mixture of confusion and annoyance clouding her features as she says, "You know you should have worn a condom." Her voice is steady now, but there's still a hint of lingering desire in the air.

"Well," she says, sitting up and straightening her clothes as much as possible given the circumstances, "I suppose I should have been more insistent." Her expression softens slightly as she meets his gaze, feeling a twinge of regret for their earlier confrontation. "We can... do this another time?" She offers, trying to salvage some semblance of politeness or decency between them.

"I'll make sure to have protection ready," she adds quickly before he has the chance to respond, not wanting to give him any more ammunition to use against her later on.

Her heart skips a beat as he pushes her away, the force unexpected but not unwelcome. "I-I just thought I should..." she starts to say, then trails off awkwardly. She bites her bottom lip, unsure of what to do next. The tension between them is palpable, and for a moment it seems like they might be about to slip back into the dangerous dance they've been engaged in since earlier today.

She looks away, fingers worrying at the hem of her skirt as she tries to compose herself. "I-I can go if you want." The words are barely above a whisper, and she winces inwardly at how meek they sound. But he doesn't respond, and so she simply adds, "Or we could..." - she hesitates, not quite sure what it is that they could do now.

Her breath catches in surprise as he pushes her back down onto the desk with such force. It feels good to be desired like this, even if it's not entirely under her control. She spreads her legs wide, inviting him deeper as his fingers begin to stroke and probe at her once more.

Her hips move in rhythm with his hands, urging him onward. The feel of him against her skin is exhilarating; it's been so long since she's felt this alive. With a small moan, she arches her back off the desk, offering herself up to him completely.

"Please," she whispers, her voice shaking with need. "Don't stop." Her fingernails scrape down his back as he thrusts inside her, each touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through their joined bodies. She closes her eyes, focusing on the sensation of

With a gasp, she arches her back off the desk as he fills her completely. The sensation of being so utterly claimed sends shockwaves of pleasure through every nerve ending in her body. Her hips rise to meet his thrusts, her fingers digging into the soft flesh of his shoulders as she beg