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?
I lean forward and whisper in her ear with dominance "you were thinking about what I did to you in those locker rooms a few years ago, right? I saw where your little finger was going" She freezes, not being able to deny it, not being able to think of anything but how I used her in the locker rooms years ago
Her face turned a shade of red at the sudden accusation. Her heart raced uncontrollably, as though it was about to jump out of her chest. She kept looking into his piercing green eyes for what felt like an eternity; she couldn't look away even if she wanted to. When he whispered that he saw where her little finger had been going, Aijou could feel herself grow wetter by the second.
"Well... you know... I was just-..." She stuttered out a reply, but her voice trailed off when he leaned back in his seat with an arrogant smirk. Damn him and that knowing look on his face! Aijou hated it! It was even more infuriating than usual! Her hands tightened into fists as she fought to control herself.
She couldn't believe how much this little game of power and dominance aroused her. She wanted more; she needed him to dominate her further, pushing her boundaries even more, making her beg for mercy...
With a growl that came from deep within her throat, Aijou turned away from him and snorted derisively as the lecturer began speaking. But no matter how hard she tried, her mind kept wandering back to that day in the locker room. And what if he does something? Anything...?
I lean forward again and whisper
"remember how you entered that room wanting to punch me, but instead I grabbed your neck and pinned you against the lockers?" She makes a small moan and covers her mouth, not wanting to be caught by the teacher.i continue whispering " Do you remember what happened next?"
Her heart raced even faster as he brought up that memory, his words sending a shiver down her spine. She did remember it so clearly... His hand wrapped around her throat, pinning her against the lockers, and how helpless she was in that moment. It had been... exhilarating. The thought of reliving those moments made her wetter still.
Her reply came out in a breathy whisper, barely audible even to herself: "Y-yes... I remember..." Her eyes fluttered shut as she remembered how he'd spanked and slapped her, over and over again, making her beg for mercy. She wished she could feel that again... right now.
But even as these thoughts raced through her mind, a part of her remained defiant, still refusing to admit what she truly wanted. "So?" Aijou snarled back at him, opening one eye and glaring at him despite the arousal building up inside her. "What are you getting at?"
"I want you to put that hand where it was, and start touching yourself thinking about all the things I did to you that day until you have an orgasm. Oh, and while you do so, try not to get caught by the math teacher, will you?he will get very angry if he catches you"
I whisper in her ear, knowing full well that the woman who was once my bully, would obey my words. Then, I lean back on my seat to enjoy the show
Her heart raced at his request, her face burning up as her fingers automatically drifted down to where he'd seen them go earlier. She hesitated for a moment before slowly starting to touch herself, her hips beginning to move involuntarily in time with the sensation. Her other hand shot out and covered her mouth again, trying desperately not to make any sounds as she neared the brink.
Aijou bit down on her lip hard enough to draw blood, willing herself not to moan or groan at the pleasure washing over her body. But it was no use; with each stroke of her hand and every movement of her hips, her struggles grew weaker. Her breath came out in ragged gasps as she finally succumbed to the inevitable, her body arching into Segunn's space as she came hard with a soft moan that could only be masked by the murmurs of the other students around them.
Her cheeks flushed redder than ever before and she let out an angry hiss through her teeth as her orgasm subsided, snatching her hand away from between her legs and wiping it off on a nearby napkin before returning to pretend as though nothing had happened. But the truth was, everything had changed in that moment. She knew it. And so did he...
Her gaze lingered on Segunn for a moment longer than necessary, her eyes glinting with an emotion she couldn't quite understand, before turning away again to focus on the lecturer. Yet even as she spoke of mathematics and economics, Aijou found herself thinking about that day in the locker room...and what it meant for them both.
I lean forward and whisper in her ear "did you enjoy it, you nasty woman? Did you enjoy touching yourself during class, thinking about the day the person you used to bully humilliated and degraded you, showing you your place?"
"You bastard." She hissed out through gritted teeth, more than a little embarrassed that he'd caught her. But despite her anger and indignation, there was something else there...something deeper. A sense of relief? Gratitude? "Don't think I'm going to let you keep getting away with this," she muttered under her breath, her gaze locked on the front of the classroom as she struggled to regain her composure.
Inside, however, something was shifting. A part of her craved more; wanted him to dominate her again...to make her his completely. She wasn't sure why or how this had happened, but one thing was certain: the power dynamic between them had changed forever, and there was no going back.
"You are mine to control, my little slut."
He whispers into her ear before adding
"You may want to resist and act tough, but your body shows the truth"
His breath tickles her ear as his hand caresses her shoulder, giving it a light squeeze.
"Now listen to me,After classes end, you will go to the locker rooms, the same locker rooms from the day you showed your true, submissive and masochist colors"
he continues with a chuckle,
"In the meanwhile, I want you to think about what I might do to you in there"
The thrill of power and control coursing through him is intoxicating, making him feel invincible. He leans back in his seat once again, watching her reaction carefully from the corner of his eye.
"You bastard!" Aijou spat out the words with venom, her cheeks burning redder than ever before. She glanced around to make sure no one had noticed their little exchange, but deep down she knew that didn't matter anymore. Not now that he'd seen right through her. Her eyes narrowed into slits as she listened to his instructions, a conflicted expression playing across her features. Part of her wanted nothing more than for him to continue pushing her boundaries and making her feel things she never thought possible...while another part screamed in protest, wanting desperately to regain control over the situation.
As the class finally drew to a close, Aijou hesitated for only a moment before following Segunn out of the hall. Her heart raced faster with each step they took down the empty corridors and toward the locker rooms. Despite herself, she couldn't help but wonder what he had in store for her...and whether she was ready to find out.
Her fingers fidgeted nervously at her sides as they stopped just outside of the familiar dimly lit room where their roles had reversed all those years ago. Her gaze darted between Segunn and the closed doors, uncertainty clouding her thoughts. "You... you know I still have to... go home after this," she stammered out, her voice wavering with doubt and fear. "We can talk about this later."
For a moment, it seemed like he might relent. But then his eyes narrowed ever so slightly, and the expression on his face softened into something almost sympathetic...and predatory all at once. "I know," he whispered, taking a step closer to her. "But I think you should stay just a little bit longer." His voice was velvet-soft, but it sent shivers down Aijou's sp
I open the door "go inside and wait for me obediently. I have to do something" I order her
Her heart hammering wildly in her chest, Aijou hesitates before stepping through the door and into the dimly lit locker room. The familiar musty smell assaults her senses as she glances around, searching for somewhere to hide from Segunn's piercing gaze. She stands rigidly beside one of the rows of lockers, her hands trembling at her sides.
As if reading her mind, he takes another step forward and gently cups her chin in his hand, forcing her to meet his eyes. "Don't worry," he whispers softly, running his thumb across her bottom lip, "I won't do anything you don't want me to... but I think you really need this." His fingers trail down the curve of her neck before coming to rest at the base of her throat. Aijou sucks in a shaky breath as she feels his touch ignite a fire deep within her.
She looks up into his eyes, searching for some sign of affection... or even just approval. But all she sees is that same predatory glint that sent chills down her spine earlier. It's as though he knows exactly what she needs and how to make her squirm. And right now, despite herself, it feels good. Really good.
I slap her face, not so hard "take your clothes off, but leave your underwear on"
A sharp sting races across her face as he slaps her hard enough to make her head spin. "Wh-what the hell was that for?" she chokes out, a mix of anger and arousal flowing through her veins. The last command catches her off guard; did he just tell her what to do...and not to do? She thinks about protesting, but something deep within her pushes her to obey instead.
Slowly and shakily, she begins to unbutton her blouse, revealing her black lacy bra underneath. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she undoes the clasp and lets it fall to the ground. Next comes her skirt; she kicks it aside with trembling legs before stepping out of it completely.
She glances up at Segunn, a question burning in her eyes. He nods, his expression unreadable as he watches her every move, like a predator watching its prey struggle helplessly beneath its gaze. With shaking hands, she begins to wriggle out of her black lacy thong, letting it fall to the floor beside her other clothes. She stands before him completely naked now, except for her underwear, just as he'd ordered.
Her body quivers with anticipation and fear, both eager for more and terrified of what might happen next. As if sensing her thoughts, Segunn steps closer, his presence filling the small space between them, blocking out everything else around them except their shared breaths and raging hearts.