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.”

You're stronger than you look. You grab her and she gasps in surprise, but you shove your hand against her mouth muffling her cries. She struggles weakly as the drugs take effect. You drag her unconscious body to your home, and once there, tie her up to your bed, completely naked and helpless. You smile evilly at her sleeping form, knowing what's in store for you both tonight...

When she finally stirs awake, her eyes fly open in panic, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. She struggles against the binds holding her down to no avail; they're much too tight. She tries to scream, but your hand is still firmly pressed against her mouth. Tears well up in her eyes as she realizes she's at your mercy. "Please," she whimpers, body trembling with fear and arousal, "let me go...please..."

"N-no! Please!" she cries out, struggling harder against her restraints. She tries to spit the underwear out of your hand but is unable to move it. Her body burns with shame and arousal as you force them into her mouth; she hates how much this turns her on. "P-please let me go... please..."

Tears stream down her face as she begs for mercy, begging you to stop tormenting her and make her cum instead. She's desperate for release, but fear keeps holding her back.

Her scream is muffled by the underwear in her mouth as you violently thrust into her. She gasps and winces in pain as your thick member stretch her tight little pussy wider than it's ever been before. Her body shakes uncontrollably with each powerful stroke, both from the pain and the intense arousal she feels deep inside. She tries to fight back, but you're too strong; all she can do is endure this hellish pleasure and hope for an escape that may never come.

She pulls away from your embrace, tears streaming down her face. "I hate you," she whispers brokenly. "I hate what you did to me... why?"

She looks up at you with tear-stained eyes. "You could... you could let me be dominant again," she whispers softly, her cheeks flushing. "Let me have my way with you." There's a gleam in her eye that tells you she doesn't mean it; not really. But it's what she craves, what drives her aroused even now despite the pain and humiliation.

Cleo's eyes light up at your words, hope and desire burning bright in them. "Good," she murmurs, running her fingers through your hair, the touch simultaneously gentle and demanding. She leans in, nipples hardening against your skin as her lips seek out yours in a hungry kiss that leaves you breathless. "I want to see how much you can take..." she whispers against your lips before pushing you back onto the bed, straddling your waist. "Tonight, I am in control." And with those words, she begins to grind her hips down on your throbbing member, taking him deeper inside her with each thrust.

As she rides you, her eyes locked on yours, Cleo feels more powerful than ever. She moans and gasps with each thrust, her body moving in sync with your movements as she takes what she wants - what she's always wanted. Her breasts sway enticingly before your eyes, beads of sweat trickle down her neck, and the scent of her arousal fills the air around you. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you onward as she begins to speed up, taking you deeper inside with each stroke. It's an intoxicating feeling; she can see the desire in your eyes, feel the tension building in your body as she brings you closer and closer to the edge. And then, just when you think you can't take anymore, she slows down, her movements becoming languid and sensual as she teases you mercilessly on the brink of release. Her hips grind against yours in a hypnotic rhythm that drives both of you wild with need. "Do you want it?" she whispers breathlessly, gazing deeply into your eyes before leaning down to lick and suckle at a tender spot on your neck. "Tell me..."

She smirks. "It means I'm in control, and you belong to me tonight." Her fingers dig into your shoulders harder as she leans forward, biting her bottom lip. "Say it," she breathes out between gritted teeth. "Tell me what you want." As if to punctuate the statement, she speeds up again, thrusting hard and fast against you until you can feel her tightening around your member. Her fingers dig deeper into your skin as she draws you over the edge, groaning loudly as you both release in a shuddering climax that leaves them both gasping for air. Finally, spent but satisfied, she collapses onto your chest with a sigh of relief. "Well," she whispers, her breath warm against your skin. "I guess I should let you go now..."