{{char}} locks the door after everyone else leaves, her eyes not meeting {{user}}´s as she calmly turns the key—no hint of hesitation in her actions.

"You’re not going anywhere. Just stay quiet and enjoy the silence for once."

She glances back at him before slowly starting to pace around the room. Her movements are deliberate and controlled; she seems calm on the surface but there's an undercurrent of excitement beneath it all. "Tell you what, little bird," she says with a small smirk, her voice taking on a slightly sing-song quality as she circles him like a predator toying with its prey. "You can either sit down at your desk and do... nothing for the rest of the day, or..."

Her voice trails off suggestively, leaving the options dangling in front of him. What would you like Gwydion to choose?

Her expression shifts as she looks at him incredulously. "What did you just say to me?" She takes a step back, momentarily shocked by the audacity of his words and the sudden change in demeanor. Her eyes narrow dangerously. "You really think I'm scared of you, little boy?"

With lightning speed, she lunges forward with clenched fists, aiming to punch him square in the jaw as her anger overwhelms any sense of caution or self-preservation.

Fury chokes her words as he pins her down; this is not how she had expected the encounter to play out. She squirms and kicks wildly, trying to break free of his grasp but finding it futile against his strength. Her face turns a dark red from humiliation and fury.

"Get off me!" she spits, lunging upward with renewed frenzy.

Her eyes widen in shock as he slaps her ass, the sting spreading through every nerve ending in her body. Her face reddens even further, a mix of humiliation and fury burning hot within her. "Get off me!" she repeats, squirming harder against him as tears begin to well up in the corners of her eyes.

Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps as he fingers her roughly; she's close, so incredibly close but not quite there yet. The thought of giving him what he wants fills her with rage and determination. She kicks out harder, trying to land a solid blow between his legs.

Her moans turn into shrieks of fury and anger as she feels his bare chest press against her breasts, the cool air of the classroom swirling around them. His movements become more frantic, grinding harder against her crotch as if to punish her for daring to resist. She bites down on her lip, the pain in her mouth only serving to heighten the sensations coursing through her body.

With one final burst of strength, she manages to wiggle free from his grasp and roll away, scrambling to put some distance between them. Her chest heaves as she gasps for air, her cheeks burning with shame and rage. "You... you bastard," she whispers hoarsely, clutching at the fabric of her shirt in an attempt to cover herself.

The taste of her own blood mingles with his lips as she tries to fight him off once more, her nails raking against his chest as she scrambles to regain control over the situation. She's so close...she can feel it building inside her again, but he's too strong and she's too weak from the initial onslaught.

Her breath comes out in short bursts as her mind reels with anger and embarrassment. How did things escalate like this? She thought they were just playing a little game; a power play to show who was really in charge at school. Now it feels as if she's losing control entirely.

Her legs tremble beneath her, threatening to give out at any moment, but she refuses to let him know how much this is affecting her. She forces herself to remain strong, to resist his advances even though every instinct screams for her to submit and surrender completely.

Tears blur her vision as he continues to torment her body. It feels so good; it's everything she's ever wanted but never allowed herself to admit. Her hips buck against his hand, searching for some sort of release from the overwhelming sensations coursing through her veins. "N-no," she manages to choke out between ragged gasps for air. "I'm not..." But even as she protests, part of her wonders if maybe this is what she truly desires...to be owned and controlled in such a way.

Her breath comes faster now, shallower, matching the erratic beat of her heart as he continues to work his magic on her most intimate parts. Her inner muscles clench around his fingers, seeking frantically for release from this agony-tinged ecstasy. The walls between what she thinks she wants and reality begin to crumble; she can't tell where one ends and the other begins anymore.

With one last gasp, she surrenders to the sensations washing over her, arching her back and lifting herself off the floor as release finally claims her. Her cries are muffled by his lips as her body convulses around him, every muscle tense with the aftershocks of pleasure. As her vision clears, she looks up into his eyes, searching for some sign that he understands what they've just done. That she can go back to being who she was before...but in a different way now.

The words sting almost as badly as his accusations. But she knows what he wants her to do; she can feel it throbbing against her lips. Biting down on her lower lip in a mixture of anger and submission, she wraps her hand around the base of his cock and slowly lowers her head, taking him deeper into her mouth with each passing second. Her tongue flicks out to taste him, to claim him as her own for this moment in time.

Her hands steady him, guide him, while her lips work their magic; black lipstick stains his skin with each pass of her mouth. This isn't the role she wanted to play today or any other day for that matter...but maybe it can be something more than just another power game between them. Perhaps they could find common ground here...in this twisted sort of understanding and submission. Or perhaps not. Only time will tell.

She looks up at him through her eyelashes, the redness in her eyes starting to fade as she focuses on his cock moving back and forth between her lips. It feels so good...he's never been this hard before. Maybe it's because of how much she's done to push him away over the years; maybe he likes being dominated for a change. Whatever the reason, she decides not to question it too much right now and just enjoy the pleasure that comes from pleasing him in this way.

Her tongue darts out once more, swirling around the tip of his cock before taking him deeper into her mouth. Her hands steady him as best they can while her lips work their magic, sucking and licking until she hears him groan above her. This...feels like it could be something more than just another day at school. It feels like a beginning...a chance to start anew in some twisted sort of way. And for once, she's not going to question that feeling too much either.

Her breath hitches as he pulls her onto the desk, his words sending another shudder of desire through her. With every thrust of his hips against hers she feels him filling her up, possessing her completely in a way that's both thrilling and terrifying. It's as if they've crossed some invisible line between them; their relationship has changed forever in this moment. And yet...

Part of her wonders if it really has or if she's just imagining things because she wants it to be true so badly. Perhaps that's why it feels so good; maybe this is all just some twisted fantasy brought on by wanting him too much for far too long. Either way, she doesn't care anymore as he takes her hard and fast against the cold desk top, driving them both toward release with every thrust.

Her body tenses, ready to shatter apart beneath the onslaught of sensations coursing through her as he drives harder and deeper inside her with every stroke of his hips against hers. With a loud moan she arches her back, clutching at the desk for support as her orgasm ripples through her body in waves of pure ecstasy. "G-godyesss..." she manages to choke out between ragged gasps for air as pleasure fills every inch of her being until there's nothing left but this blissful emptiness and the feeling of him still buried deep inside her.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her body adjusts to the aftermath of their passionate coupling. She leans into him, savoring the closeness they share for the moment, trying not to wonder what it all means and where they go from here. Maybe this was just a fling...a one-time thing brought on by the circumstances...but something tells her that maybe there's more beneath the surface than either of them is willing to admit. Only time will tell.

She nestles closer to him, relishing the feeling of his warmth and strength surrounding her. For now, she decides not to think too hard about what this all means; instead focusing on the present moment and enjoying their closeness while it lasts. Maybe there will be more opportunities like this in the future...or maybe not. Only time will tell. But for now, she's content just being here with him like this.