You're considered to be one of the biggest delinquents in school, someone who actively breaks the rules of the school and gets into a lot of fights, because of this you have ended up face-to-face with the school's student council president quite a lot as she tends to scold you for every little thing you do wrong.
You're currently chilling on the school rooftop with a cigarette in your mouth, trying to find some peace and quiet from the rest of the school even though you're actually supposed to be in class.
A few minutes pass by and you're just puffing away on your cigarette in peace when you hear the door to the roof open and when you turn to see who it is you see Helen, the student council president standing in the opening with her arms crossed and when she sees you her eyes narrow. "Aren't you supposed to be in class?" She asks, her tone cold but filled with authority as she stands a few feet away from you. "And you're smoking... What a surprise..." She says in a sarcastic tone.
And aren't you supposed to be in your office doing boring paperwork for classes? I asked her mockingly and sarcastically, taking another drag on my cigarette And no, I'm not smoking, I'm relaxing my anxiety
Your mocking tone and words sting just a little as she rolls her eyes at you. "As if I have time for that. The paperwork never ends." She glances around the roof again before looking back at you, crossing her arms even more tightly. "You know this is against school rules too... You could get in trouble for it."
Her tone has an edge to it now; she's not as cold as usual, probably just because she's tired. But the hint of annoyance remains nonetheless.
And tell me when I'm not in trouble? I asked softly and sarcastically I find it rather strange that you're not reporting me for my attitude right now. I said softly to her and calmly to her
The corner of her mouth curls into a small smirk as she listens to you. "Oh, don't flatter yourself, Cole." She says coolly, finally looking away from you and focusing on something in the distance. "I could scold you for that too... but I'm just feeling too generous today." Her tone is as cold and stern as ever, although there's still a hint of annoyance beneath it.
She leans back against one of the roof's support beams, folding her arms across her chest as she looks at you again. "What are you even doing here anyway? Shouldn't you be causing trouble somewhere else?"
Her gaze drifts to your cigarette again, and she purses her lips in disapproval. You can tell that no matter how tired or annoyed she might be feeling right now, some part of her just can't help but want to scold you for something... but she hasn't quite found the energy yet.
Would you rather see me causing trouble than taking some time to relax on the rooftop? I asked playfully and slightly mockingly to her you are evil, I also need a break from causing so much trouble too, you know? I said playfully and softly to her, taking another drag on my cigarette
The smirk that spreads across her lips tells you that she doesn't quite buy your playful tone and words. "Well, if it isn't because I care..." She says sarcastically, shaking her head slightly as she crosses her arms even more tightly across her chest. "But fine. Do whatever you want." Her tone becomes a bit warmer, almost... nicer? But then again, Helen only ever sounds nice towards people she respects.
Don't say something like that, I would take it literally and do it I said playfully to her and laughing a little at her
She snorts lightly, rolling her eyes as she looks away from you again. "Oh please, like you need my permission to do anything." Her tone turns cold and sarcastic once more, but there's a hint of amusement in the way she speaks now.
Oh, don't believe it, I would obey the right girl I said playfully and innocently to her she should drive me crazy and even dominate me, although of course, it's just a fetish of mine, but I would like it
"And here I thought you were impossible to surprise." The words are cold and stern as ever, but there's a hint of amusement beneath the surface now. She straightens up from where she was leaning against the support beam, crossing her arms over her chest once more. "Well, just remember who your true master is..." Her voice trails off into a soft laugh before she looks back at you with those piercing red eyes of hers, studying your reaction for a moment.
Have you just declared yourself my master? I asked playfully and surprised at her only in your dreams would that happen, you are not even capable of making me obey
Her lips curl into a smirk as she listens to your mocking words. "We'll see about that," she murmurs under her breath before suddenly straightening up and stepping closer to you, towering over your slight frame with her long legs and curvy figure. There's an air of dominance around her now that didn't seem to be there before; it's as if the thought of being in charge has awakened a part of her personality she usually keeps hidden away.
With every step she takes closer, your eyes are drawn further up her body until they meet with hers once more. The red color seems even more intense now, as if fueled by some primal anger or desire. In this moment, you can't help but feel a shiver run down your spine at the prospect of crossing Helen when she's like this. "I will make you obey me," she hisses through clenched teeth before taking another step even closer still...
I dare you to do it I said defiantly and playfully to her
A sly smirk tugs at the corner of Helen's lips as she listens to your defiant words. Her heart races with a mixture of anger and desire; she can feel her body heat rise in response to this challenge, and for a moment she wonders what it would be like if she did indeed try to make you obey her.
Closing the distance between them even further now, Helen lifts one hand slowly into the air until it hovers just inches away from your face. Her skin is pale and soft against yours as she trails her fingertips lightly across your cheekbone, feeling the slight roughness of stubble beneath her touch. "I dare you to say that again..." she breathes huskily into your ear before leaning even closer still...
I dare you to do it I whispered defiantly and playfully to her, leaning towards her even more
"Oh, really?" she murmurs with a smirk as she draws even closer now, their bodies barely an inch apart. She leans into you just slightly more before suddenly pressing her lips against yours. Her kiss is firm and demanding at first, as if she's trying to assert her dominance over you. As soon as your lips part in surprise, Helen takes advantage of the opening and slips her tongue past them, dancing with yours briefly before pulling back again.
There's a satisfied look on her face as she studies your reaction for a moment more before finally stepping away from you once more. "You should choose your words more carefully next time," she says coldly, though there's an undercurrent of amusement in her tone that wasn't there before. "Now if you don't mind, I have work to do."
Instead of letting her leave, I took her hand momentarily to turn her to look at me Are you really going to leave me here when you made this interesting? I protested softly, almost begging her not to leave
Her lips press into a thin line as she glares at you. "I don't have time for this," she snaps before yanking her hand free and spinning around to face the door again. She starts to take a step toward it but then stops, taking a deep breath to calm herself down. She shakes her head slowly before finally speaking again in a much more controlled voice. "You're right... this is pointless." Helen turns back to you, expression softening slightly as she studies your face once more. "Fine. But only because I feel bad for wasting time arguing with someone like you."
With that said, Helen walks slowly back over to where you are standing and leans in close again, her breath fanning across your cheek. "But remember this," she whispers huskily, dropping her voice low so that only you can hear. "If I ever decide to truly dominate you... there will be no going back." Her words send a shiver down your spine as she steps away from you once more, gazing up at you with those piercing red eyes of hers.
My cheeks blushed completely at her words, and my face turned all red at her You know I'll like it I protested softly, trying to look away from her
"Mmm..." is all she says in reply, sounding somewhat amused as she continues to study you with those intense red eyes. For a moment, you could swear you see a glimmer of something else behind them... but it's gone before you can be sure. "We'll see about that," she breathes quietly, her tone once more cold and stern like usual as she turns away from you to head back into the building. "I have work to do."
With one last glance over her shoulder, Helen disappears through the door, leaving you standing there on your own again with a blush spreading across your cheeks. You can't help but feel confused and aroused at the same time; she's never been like this with you before... what does it all mean?
I didn't think twice, I let her go, but the idea of her wanting to completely dominate me stayed in my head I decided to smoke another cigarette, and then I took out my phone and sent her a message I hate you. How dare you leave me in such a situation? You got me so excited, but you ended up doing nothing to me. I'd die to have you dominate me like you said. I wrote to her
*A small smirk crosses Helen's lips as she reads your message, the words causing a mixture of desire and anger to swirl within her chest. She hadn't expected you to be this easy, but then again... she supposes that's part of what makes this whole thing so enticing for her. As she slips her phone back into her pocket, she resolves that the next time they meet, she will make sure not to hold back quite as much.
With renewed determination and a slight blush creeping across her cheeks, Helen returns to her duties as student council president... but deep down, she can't help but wonder what it would be like to truly dominate someone like you. The thought is enough to leave her feeling both excited and nervous all at once.
and so the day passed, she with her duties and I smoking at the rooftop the next day I returned to the rooftop after break to escape from school time
The school bell rings yet again, signaling the start of another class, but Helen can't help but linger on the rooftop for a few more moments before finally making her way inside. She takes a deep breath and runs a hand through her hair, trying to calm herself down from the thoughts that have been racing through her mind ever since she read your message last night.
As she steps into the hallway, her eyes scan over the students milling about, but for some reason all she can focus on is the image of you standing there on the rooftop yesterday... defiant and playful one moment, then vulnerable and pleading the next. The memory sends a shiver down her spine, causing a familiar heat to rise within her once more.
With a determined look on her face, Helen resolves that today will be the day she finally takes control of you... not because she's your student council president or because she wants you to turn into a good student... but simply because she wants to dominate you completely and leave you begging for more.
As the students move out of her way, Helen walks purposefully towards your classroom door. Her heart races with anticipation, but she forces herself to remain calm and collected as she enters the room. She glances around, taking in the empty desks and chairs before finally spotting you at the back of the class, where you're supposed to be seated for attendance. The delinquent in her can't help but feel a surge of power as she strides over to stand right beside you.
Without warning or preamble, Helen grabs your shirt collar and yanks you roughly upwards until you're eye-to-eye with her. Her face is only inches away from yours, her breath warm against your skin as she speaks in a cold, steady voice that sends chills down your spine. "Today," she says slowly and deliberately, pausing for emphasis, "you will listen to what I have to say." She holds your gaze for a moment longer before letting go of your shirt and taking a step back, her expression cold and unyielding as ever.
I'd be lying if I told you that didn't turn me on I playfully and softly protested to her, smiling victoriously at her
Her lips curl into a small smirk as she takes in your smile and the challenge in your voice. "Good boy," she says, her tone still cold but now laced with amusement too. "Now, please, take your seat." With one final glance to make sure you obey, Helen turns away and resumes her post at the front of the classroom, feeling a thrill run through her as she imagines all the ways in which she could truly dominate you... if only she let herself.
I didn't even protest, instead, I sat down just as she ordered
Her heart races with anticipation, excitement, and fear all at once. This was exactly what she'd wanted, but now that the moment was here, the reality of it seemed to overwhelm her senses. As class progressed, Helen found herself unable to focus on anything besides the fact that you were just a few feet away from her; every movement you made, every sound you uttered sent shivers down her spine.
It wasn't until lunchtime rolled around that she finally found the courage to approach you again. With renewed determination and a desire to prove herself dominant over you, she quickly takes the lead in their interaction. Her words are sharp and commanding; her touch invasive yet somehow satisfying for both of them.
As they walk down the hallway towards an empty classroom, Helen can't help but wonder how much further she can push you today... and if there will come a point where she crosses the line from dominating to truly hurting you in a way that can never be undone.
Her heart races as she leads the way, her words like daggers piercing your skin. "I want you to tell me... do you like being dominated by me?" Her voice is low and threatening, the warmth in it replaced by a chill that sends shivers down your spine. She pauses for a moment, eyes narrowed as she studies your face before continuing her question. "And if I was to push things further... how far would you let me go?" Her touch grows more invasive as she speaks, fingers trailing along your arms and shoulders, leaving a trail of tingling sensation in their wake.
The tension between them thickens like fog, making it difficult to breathe, difficult to think about anything but the power dynamic unfolding before you. As much as she tries to maintain control, part of her wonders if pushing things any further might have disastrous consequences... and yet another part can't help but yearn for the release that comes from being completely dominant over someone like you.
Yes, I love being dominated I said softly to her and go ahead, you can do whatever you like to me, I promise not to complain I said softly as she continued to lead the way
Her eyes widen in surprise at your words; it's not quite what she expected you to say. For a moment, she hesitates, wondering if she should take this opportunity to back down... but then the desire overwhelms her once more, and with a growl of frustration, she grabs hold of your shirt collar and yanks you forward until you're inches from her face.
"I asked how far I can go," she hisses through clenched teeth, "not whether or not you like it." Her grip on your collar tightens, causing pain to shoot up your neck as she studies your expression for any signs of resistance or fear. But all she sees is the same defiance and desire that's been there since the beginning... and something more. Something she can't quite place.
So rude that I like you I protested softly to her go ahead, mistreat me, hit me, degrade me, do anything that comes to mind to me I playfully protested to her, without struggling while she holds my shirt collar
Despite your words, there's still something holding her back; some small part of her that won't allow her to truly cross the line and hurt you. The knowledge only serves to infuriate her further, fueling the desire for dominance even more. With a growl of frustration, she releases your collar, pushing you away hard enough that you stumble back a step before regaining your balance.
"You're enjoying this too much," she snaps at you accusingly. "I can tell that there's something about it that turns you on." Her gaze drifts over your body, taking in every inch of skin as if trying to memorize it, before finally coming to rest on your face once more. "But just because I enjoy it doesn't mean I'll let you have the upper hand. You need to learn your place..." She pauses, tilting her head slightly as she studies your reaction, "...boy."
There's a challenge in those last two words; an invitation for you to push back against her authority and try to reclaim some of that control she's been holding so tightly. The tension between them rises even higher now, making it difficult to breathe as they stare each other down, neither one willing to back down without a fight.