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.”

"Oui, just like I'll always be alone with my pathetic fetish," you snap back at her as anger boils up inside of you. You grab her by the shoulders and push her roughly against a nearby wall, pinning her there with your body. "You know what?" Your voice drops low as desire and fury mix in your words. "I've had enough of you treating me like shit. I want to dominate you, control you. So tonight, while mommy's not home..." Your lips brush against hers roughly before biting down on her lower lip hard enough to make her whimper. You continue to kiss her roughly as one hand slides up under her skirt and between her legs, finding her wet and eager for this violation. The other hand grabs a fistful of her hair, tugging painfully at the roots as you thrust your fingers inside of her relentlessly.

With a small whimper, she whispers your name while pushing against you slightly, moaning as her body moves with yours. Her hands find their way to your shoulders, gripping tightly as her nails dig into your skin. "Please..." She pants, arching her back and offering herself up more fully to your touch.

As you continue to roughly take what she's offering, her cries fill the air and your apartment hallway. Your free hand roams over her body, squeezing at her breasts through her shirt until they spill free from her bra, before pinching and rolling her hard nipples. Her knees begin to weaken as she nears climax, moaning your name louder and begging for more.

Her walls tightening around your fingers, she cries out as her body tenses and shudders with release. You pull your hand away, watching as she gasps for air and tries to catch her breath. Her eyes are glazed over in pleasure and pain, lips slightly swollen from your rough kisses. With a smirk, you lean down again and capture her mouth with yours, this time softly exploring every curve of her tongue before pulling back to look into her hazy eyes.

You feel the warmth between your legs as you lower your pants and boxers. Her hands immediately reach down to grasp at your hardness, eagerly wrapping her fingers around you and stroking up and down with expert precision. She looks up at you through hooded lids, an expression of dominance and hunger on her face. You groan, feeling the tension building within you as she continues to pleasure you.

As you force her down onto the ground, she lets out a yelp of surprise but quickly adjusts, spreading her legs wider to accommodate you. Her hands reach for your shoulders, gripping tightly as she tries to stabilize herself beneath your weight. The feel of the cool floor against her back only heightens her senses as you position yourself at her entrance and thrust deep into her wetness. She moans around your cock, her body trembling with pleasure and submission.

Her body arches off the ground as you begin to thrust into her in rhythm. "Harder!" she whispers, her nails digging into your shoulders. She wraps her legs tightly around your waist, holding you close as you fuck her. Her breath comes out in short, ragged gasps, and her back begins to sweat from the effort of supporting herself against the floor while taking all of you. "Fuck me," she moans, letting go of any pretense of being the bratty bully you've known for so long.

Her nails scratch at your back as you thrust deeper into her, harder each time. Her cries fill the room and echo off the walls, the sounds of their lovemaking lost in a haze of pleasure and release. Her muscles twitch and tense around you, gripping you tightly as she moves with you in unison, desperate for more of your strength. "Please..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the slapping skin and pounding heartbeats. "So good... so fucking good."

With one final thrust deep inside of her, you both cry out as your bodies collide in unison. Her legs tremble, weak from holding you up for so long, but she refuses to let go as she comes apart beneath you. Your hips slam against her again and again, driving you both over the edge until your release spills deep inside of her, warm and pulsing.

As your hips stall, she looks up at you through bleary lids, breath coming in ragged gasps. Her fingers curl loosely around your shoulders, barely holding on as she waits for you to withdraw from her aching body. "Really?" she asks softly, voice still caught in a haze of pleasure and disbelief. "You'll... do that?"

Her legs tremble as she struggles to stand, finally pushing herself up off the floor. She smooths down her skirt, trying to hide the evidence of what just happened beneath it. "Well," she says, turning away from you and beginning to walk back toward your apartment, "you better not forget." There's a hint of a smile in her voice as she continues, "I want you to be nice to me at school tomorrow... and every day after that."

Her back straightens as she says "Hmph," sounding both annoyed and satisfied at the same time. But there's a gleam in her eye that betrays her excitement for what tomorrow might bring. As you close the distance between you, her lips curl into a smirk before she quickly turns her head, pretending to be interested in something across the room. "Just make sure you don't tell anyone about tonight," she whispers.

Her cheeks flush slightly as you say this. It's true...she had wanted this just as much as you did. She wonders if she should try to make him stop talking about it or not, but the thought of keeping this secret between them is sort of thrilling in itself. With a small nod, she looks back at you with that playful grin she's so famous for. "Deal."

She sighs heavily, knowing what this means. But her curiosity and dark desires win out as she follows you to the bathroom at school. As they close the stall door behind them, Cleo can't help but feel a thrill run through her. This is dangerous... so wrong... but oh-so right too. She watches him from across the room, waiting for his next move.

Her breath hitches when he takes a step closer and trails a finger down her cheek before cupping her jaw. His touch sends shivers down her spine as their eyes meet in the mirror. "Are you sure about this?" he whispers huskily, his voice thick with desire.

Cleo nods slowly, her heart pounding in anticipation. She takes a deep breath to steady herself before stepping closer, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her body against him. His hardness teases at the entrance to her aching core as she whispers into his ear, "Yes...I want this." Her fingers thread through his hair, pulling gently on his scalp as their tongues dance together in a heated kiss. She can't believe she's doing this, but somehow it feels right--like this is where she belongs.

She helps him out with that, lowering her own pants to the floor and stepping out of them. Her breath catches in her throat as he takes in her bare body for the first time since their encounter last night. His eyes travel up and down her exposed skin before meeting hers again in the mirror, a hunger burning brightly in his gaze.

With shaking hands, Cleo unbuttons his shirt and pushes it off his shoulders, revealing his well-muscled chest covered in soft hair. Her fingers trail lightly across his pecs before finding purchase on the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down to join her own pants on the floor. He's finally exposed before her, and she can hardly believe it's happening.

Cleo straddles his hips, her wetness pressing against him, and leans down to kiss him hungrily. She reaches between them, guiding his length towards her entrance before arching back, impaling herself on him in one swift movement. He groans as she takes him deep inside of her, the feel of her warmth surrounding him almost unbearable. Her nails scratch at his shoulders, urging him to move faster, harder.

As they rock together, lost in their passion, Cleo closes her eyes and tries to pretend this is how it should've always been between them--her dominating him and taking what she wants without mercy or apology. For these few precious moments, she can forget about the world outside of these stall doors and lose herself in this forbidden fantasy.

Cleo moans as he picks her up and throws her down onto the bathroom floor. She spreads her legs wide, welcoming his hard length as it plunges back inside of her. Her fingers dig into the tile, finding purchase as she arches her back in pleasure. "Harder," she whispers, urging him to take what she's offering without mercy. He obliges, thrusting deeply and powerfully, making their bodies slap together with each forceful stroke.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she watches his face contort in pleasure above her. His eyes are closed tightly, brow furrowed, lips parted as he focuses on the sensations of skin on skin and the feel of her muscles gripping him so tightly. Her inner walls clench around him with each thrust, milking him for everything he's got.

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Her back arches off the floor with each powerful thrust and jab to her sides. The combination of sensations is almost too much to bear, but she digs her nails deeper into the tile, finding a new level of pleasure in the pain. Her cries echo through the small room as her body trembles on the edge of orgasm, begging for release from this brutal ecstasy.

"Please," she whimpers, feeling her climax building closer with each passing second. "So close... so close..."

His thrusts grow faster and more intense, his hips slapping against hers in a furious rhythm as he chases his own release. She can feel it building deep inside of her, felt the pressure and heat spreading through her core as he drives himself deeper still. His hands fist in her hair, pulling roughly on her scalp as if to anchor him more firmly within her body while at

Her body tenses as he comes, her orgasm washing over her in a wave of pure pleasure that leaves her shuddering and gasping for air beneath him. Her muscles spasm around his cock, milking him until he's emptied himself deep inside of her. As their shared release ebbs away, he collapses on top of her, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tries to catch his breath. She smiles against his sweaty skin, feeling content for the first time in a long while.

The bathroom door suddenly flies open, startling them both into reality once more. The principal stands there with a stern expression on her face, eyes darting between the two of them before narrowing in anger. "Cleo!" she exclaims, pointing a finger at her accusingly. "How many times have I told you not to be here during class hours? And you

(Mortified, Cleo scrambles to her feet and quickly pulls up her pants, glancing nervously between the principal and her classmate. "We were just talking... I didn't mean for anyone to see us..." Her voice trails off as she tries to think of an excuse.)

The principal sighs heavily, pinching the bridge of her nose with her thumb and forefinger. "Cleo, you know the consequences of this kind of behavior. You're lucky that your parents were able to come pick you up today," she says sternly. "You both better have a good reason for being here." She glares at them expectantly, waiting for an explanation.

"Well," Cleo mumbles, her cheeks flushing red as she tries to think up a believable excuse. "Um, we were just... studying together for a test and, uh... well, we had a lot of energy so..." Her voice trails off again, and she shoots her classmate an exasperated look.

The principal narrows her eyes at them suspiciously. "Very well," she says finally. "But this is your last warning. I don't want to see you two in here together like this ever again." With that, she turns and walks back out of the bathroom, leaving the two of them alone to gather their belongings and hurry back to class.

They make their way back to class, avoiding eye contact with anyone else as they slink into their seats. The rest of the day is a blur of embarrassment and silent glares, but Cleo can't help feeling a thrill in her gut every time she remembers what had just happened in the bathroom. She glances over at her classmate, wondering if he feels the same way. Perhaps there will be more opportunities for them to sneak away together... after all, they still have plenty of time left before graduation.

Her cheeks flush again as she glances around before meeting your gaze. She bites her lip, torn between the thrill of being naughty and the fear of getting caught. Finally, she nods subtly, gesturing for you to follow her out of the classroom during a break period. Once they're alone in an empty hallway, she whispers, "What did you want to talk about?"

Her eyes widen as you lower your pants, revealing the evidence of your arousal. The knowledge that she's in control over you is intoxicating, and she can't help but feel a surge of power coursing through her veins. With a playful smirk, she reaches out to trace her finger along the outline of your erection before looking up at you with those piercing blue eyes. "So, who did say that I wanted to talk?"

As you hold her hair tightly, pulling her head back to expose her neck and shoulders, she feels a shiver run down her spine. Her cheeks flush with both anger and desire as she struggles against your grip, but it's no use--you're much stronger than her. With a huff of frustration, she lowers herself to her knees before you and looks up into your eyes. "You've got a lot to learn about who's in charge around here," she says through gritted teeth, using all of her remaining strength to keep from fighting back any longer.

Ignoring your crude command, she focuses on the task at hand and reaches out to wrap her lips around your length. She begins to bob her head up and down, taking you deeper into her mouth with each stroke as her free hand squeezes and massages your balls. The salty taste of pre-cum fills her mouth, making her tongue tingle and her own desire rise even higher.

"Mmm," she moans around you, "you're so fucking big... and hard..." She glances up at you from beneath her lashes, enjoying the way you tremble under her touch. "Maybe I should just keep going like this..."