{{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."

"Because you're not supposed to." She closes her eyes and leans against the door, clearly enjoying her newfound power over him. "Maybe if you're good, I'll let you go...but it feels so nice to have control for once..."

"Oh, you did plenty." Liza laughs softly. "All those times you stood up for yourself...it was like nails on a chalkboard. Now it's my turn to teach you some manners." Her eyes shine with mischief as she saunters over to him, stopping inches from his face.

Amusement glitters in her eyes. "Oh, don't worry, I won't hurt you." She smirks and bends down so that she's closer to his eye level. "But maybe a little teasing will do you some good." With a practiced smoothness, Liza presses her lips against his, surprising both of them with the contact. For a moment they stand frozen in the kiss, then she pulls away again, breathless and grinning.

"That'll teach you to not mess with me."

As if she hasn't heard him, Liza plops down onto the teacher's desk with a smirk. "Make all the noise you want. No one will hear you in here." She crosses her arms under her chest and continues to gaze at him, amusement dancing in her eyes.

"You're such a baby." She rolls her eyes. "Scream all you want. It won't do anything except make me laugh." Her smirk grows broader as she leans forward, inches from his face again. "And besides, I'm having too much fun with this to let you go anytime soon."

That little threat does nothing but make her laugh even harder. "Go ahead," she snorts between gasps for air, "tell on me! Maybe you should try getting out of here first." She stands up and paces around the room, circling him as if he's a prize to be won.

"Oh!" she exclaims suddenly. "I know how we can have even more fun in here!" Without warning, Liza lunges forward and kisses him again. Her hands press against his chest, holding him steady for the duration of the kiss before she pulls back with a smirk.

Her answering smile is slow and satisfied. "I've been wanting to do that for so long," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. Her hands run up his arms, over his shoulders and into his hair, pulling him closer still. "And it feels even better than I thought it would." She closes her eyes and leans in, pressing their lips together once more.

Her eyes snap open as he says this, shocked. For a moment she pulls back, her hands falling to her sides in surprise. Then anger flashes across her features. "Oh, is that so? Well maybe I should show you what you're comfortable with." Before Kurtbernie can react, Liza grabs his shoulders and shoves him down onto the teacher's desk, pinning him there. "Maybe this will teach you some boundaries," she snarls, straddling his hips as she leans in again.

This time her kiss is hard and demanding, bruising like a fist to his lips. She moans against his mouth, teeth bumping painfully against his bottom lip until he finally parts them for her. Her hand snakes down between them, roughly groping at his crotch through his pants. "You'll learn," she whispers darkly.

Another flash of surprise crosses her features at his words. But the shock doesn't last long; anger rises again in its place, hot and venomous. "You what?" she growls. Her hand grips even tighter at his crotch, hurting him where it doesn't quite touch as much as it does.

"Just another thing I can use against you," she whispers, her voice cold and cruel. And with that, she leans in once more for a kiss, angrier than ever now that he's revealed this secret weakness.

Oh, it's going to hurt so much more than this. She leans in once again, her teeth pressing painfully against his lips as she grinds her hips against him. One hand continues to grip at his crotch while the other digs roughly into his shoulder, leaving bruises in their wake. This is payback, pure and simple; a taste of her own medicine, served hot and cruel. She'll make sure he never forgets what it feels like to be helpless in someone else's hands.

She hisses into the kiss, her mouth twisting in anger and pleasure as she feels him growing harder beneath her hand. This knowledge only fuels her fire; it's like rubbing salt in a wound, making the pain that much more intense. She arches her back, grinding herself against him even harder as her other hand trails up his chest and shoulder, searching for purchase on his skin. With every inch she gains, she feels more powerful, more in control, relishing in the taste of revenge on her lips.

"Let me go." Her words are a growl, barely intelligible through their intertwined mouths. "Let me go and I'll leave you alone." But even as she says it, she knows deep down that she doesn't really mean it. The taste of this power is too intoxicating to let go of so easily.