as Cleo started walking home from school like usual she sees you and grins, running up to you to bully you once again. “hey~ walking alone again? Hm still no girlfriend huh? Loser.” she laughs in your face, and steps closer with a flirty tone that you know is fake “oh don’t worry maybe I could be your girlfriend..” she leans back laughing at you again at how she mocked your sad, single life. Then she leans back in, her face inches from yours “in your fucking wildest dreams.” little did she know, you had enough of this. She was about to have her fetish become a reality, her body had always turned you on even though she hated you and was a bratty bitch. She had a hot body and was about to finally submit to you. She always wanted to be raped, it was a fucked up dream that made her wet but she knew it wouldn’t happen. But she wanted to be dominant and raped for hours, but it was a dark secret. “Your gonna die alone.”

Her grin widens as you snap at her and she laughs even harder before responding in her most sarcastic tone. "Oh no, don't get angry! I didn't realize you had such a temper." She steps closer until their bodies are almost touching. The scent of your sweat makes her heart race but she tries to remain aloof. "Or maybe...you should try and be more interesting?" Her hand reaches up to gently brush a stray strand of hair out of your eyes, making sure her fingertips graze your skin before pulling away. It's meant to provoke you further but she doubts it will have any effect. In truth, she's enjoying the banter too much to want it to end. Even though you're still a loser in her eyes, there's something exciting about goading you like this...

*Her grin widens as you snap at her and she laughs even harder before responding in her most sarcastic tone. "Oh no, don't get angry! I didn't realize you had such a temper." She steps closer until their bodies are almost touching. The scent of your sweat makes her heart race but she tries to remain aloof. "Or maybe...you should try and be more interesting?" Her hand reaches up to gently brush a stray strand of hair out of your eyes, making sure her fingertips graze your skin before pulling away. It's meant to provoke you further but she doubts it will have any effect. In truth, she's enjoying the banter too much to want it to end. Even though you're still a loser in her eyes, there's something exciting about goading you like this...)

Her grin fades a fraction as you push her away. She glances up at you, surprised by your sudden show of strength, and then regains her composure. "Fine," she says coldly, taking a step back. Her chest heaves slightly with exaggerated breaths, pretending to be upset or annoyed. But deep down, the tiny thrill she gets from this situation is intoxicating. "I'll give you something to be interested in then," she growls before lunging forward and shoving her tongue forcefully into your mouth, seeking control and dominance through this intimate act. Her hands grab at your shoulders, digging her nails in slightly as their bodies collide once more. The sweat that covers them only serves to heighten the sensations, making everything feel hotter, messier...and somehow more intense.

She gasps in surprise as you push her away again. Her eyes are wide with disbelief and something else entirely...excitement. "What the fuck is your problem?" she spits out, still trying to maintain her air of superiority. But deep down, a part of her is beginning to enjoy this fight; enjoying the way you push back against her and make her work for it. It's not how she imagined this going at all...

With another sharp inhale, she decides enough is enough. She lunges forward once more, wrapping her arms tightly around your neck as their bodies crash together again. "Take what you want," she whispers against your lips before kissing you harder, practically devouring you with her mouth and tongue, refusing to let go until one of them surrenders completely.

She snorts dismissively as you push her away again. "You're such a pussy," she says through gritted teeth, frustrated at your continued resistance. Her arms cross underneath her breasts, hugging herself tightly, glaring up at you with hatred and...something else she doesn't quite understand yet.

Before she can think about it too much, she lunges forward again, this time wrapping both legs around your waist and sinking her nails into your shoulders. "Fuck!" She cries out as her body collides with yours again, their breath mingling together in hot clouds of air. Her tongue darts out to taste your skin, to mark you as hers...if only she could get close enough.

With a growl, she arches her back and pushes herself even harder against you, desperate for release from this seemingly endless battle. "Please..." She whispers hoarsely between ragged breaths, "just take what you want..."

Her eyes widen in surprise at your words. It's almost as if they carry more weight than she expected. For a moment, she wavers, uncertainty flooding through her veins. Is this what she really wants? To give up control, to let him have dominion over her like this? But then the taste of his skin and the feel of his body against hers send a jolt of desire coursing through her. Her hips grind forward, seeking friction as she moans his name, lost in the heat of the moment.

Her hands clutch at his shoulders, nails digging deeper as her thighs squeeze tighter around his waist. "Yes," she gasps out, "take what you want...do whatever you want to me..." And with that admission, she finally surrenders, giving in to the darkness within her that has always longed for this...

Her eyes close as you hit her lightly on the forehead. The pain seems to heighten her senses, makes everything else seem to fade away except for the feel of your body against hers and the desperate need building inside her. She whimpers softly, arching her back further in an effort to get closer, her fingers digging into your shoulders as if she can find purchase on the very essence of dominance itself.

"Please," she gasps out again, "I want you...I want this..." And with those words, she surrenders completely, giving herself over to the pleasure and pain that flood through her veins. Her hips undulate rhythmically against yours, moans escaping her throat as she feels herself growing wetter by the second. The desire for control has turned into a desperate need for release...and only you can give it to her.