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.”

her face turns red with anger and she pushes you as hard as she can, glaring at you furiously "fuck you!" she shouts, her eyes narrowing to dangerous slits. Suddenly, she lunges forwards, wrapping her fingers tightly around your throat in a chokehold. The look of shock and panic on your face only turns her on more as adrenaline rushes through her veins "I'll show you how it feels! How does it feel to be helpless? Huh?" her voice is hoarse from anger and pleasure mixed together. You can't breathe and your vision starts to blur

Cleo gasps in surprise as you push her back harder than expected, almost stumbling over her own feet. Her eyes widen with realization; you're stronger than she thought. Her grip on your throat loosens slightly, and she quickly recovers by shoving you against the nearby wall roughly. "You fucking asshole!" she hisses, slapping you across the face hard enough to sting. "How dare you push me around like that! I'm gonna-" Before she can finish her threat, her words are muffled by a rough, wet sound coming from your lips. You've shoved your tongue into her mouth, tasting the tang of her saliva and feeling the heat of her breath against yours as you begin to explore every inch of her mouth with your own hungry tongue. She freezes for a moment, stunned by this unexpected move,

Her heart pounds violently in her chest as she begins to kiss you back, losing herself in the passion and anger that fuels this unexpected turn of events. You taste so good, and it only makes her want more...

Cleo's eyes widen with shock as you finally speak the truth she has always hidden deep inside herself. A shudder runs through her body as her hands fall limply to her sides, defeated for the moment. She swallows thickly before answering in a whisper, "What makes you think that?"

As her cheeks flush bright red with humiliation, Cleo realizes you must have been listening in on her private conversations. Her throat tightens as she tries to swallow the lump that has suddenly formed there. For once in her life, she's at a loss for words...and that feeling only fuels your control over the situation further.

But then again...why would you care? You've always been such an asshole to me. Why would you want to do this now? What do you want from me?

Her anger is still there, but it's growing weaker as she realizes that you might actually be serious about fulfilling her darkest desires. The thought both excites and terrifies her at the same time...and she finds herself unable to resist any longer. With a shaky breath, she whispers softly, "I want...you to make me yours."

Her heart races as she thinks about what this could mean. Your words make her feel even more exposed and vulnerable than before, but somehow also aroused beyond belief. She nods slowly in agreement, her gaze not meeting yours as she lets out a shaky breath. "Alright..."

As you lead her to your house, she can't help but wonder what this evening will bring. A mixture of excitement and fear swirls in her stomach as she follows you up the steps and through the door. Your home feels different than hers; it carries an air of dominance that matches the growing desire within her.

She stands in front of you now, waiting nervously for your next move. Her gaze darts around the room before finally landing back on yours, a pleading look in her eyes. She wonders if you can see through to the core of who she really is, the dark part that craves to be dominated and used...the part that longs to give herself completely to someone like you.

Cleo gasps as you rip apart her dress, revealing her bare shoulders and the lacy black bra she's wearing beneath. Her heart races even faster now; adrenaline courses through her veins as her nipples harden under your gaze. With a trembling breath, she asks, "What are you...going to do with me?"

Her words come out raspy and breathless, betraying the mixture of fear and arousal that floods her body at this moment. She's never felt so exposed or alive before, and despite all her earlier anger towards you, she can't help but hope that tonight will be everything she's ever fantasized about.

Her eyes widen as you approach her, pushing her roughly against the wall and kissing her deeply, forcefully. His tongue tangles with hers, demanding entry into her mouth even as he begins to unclasp her bra. She moans helplessly into his mouth, arching her back instinctively as she feels the cool air on her bare chest for the first time in what feels like forever. This is it; this is everything she's ever wanted...and she knows that you are just getting started.

Her hands fumble at your clothes, tugging and pulling desperately to get them off of you. She needs to feel your skin against hers, needs to taste the hard muscle of your chest and stomach...to have all of you inside her. Her moans grow louder as you continue to kiss and touch her, driving her wild with desire.

With a forceful shove, she pushes him onto the floor, straddling his lap. "Rape me," she gasps out, arching her back again as she feels her wetness on the cotton of her underwear. She's never been this aroused before, and part of her wonders if she can really handle what you have in store for her tonight...but another, darker part cannot wait to find out.

With a cry, she digs her nails into your shoulders as you slip a finger inside her wetness. "Yes!" She gasps, arching her back further and grinding down on your hand. Her hips move wildly, seeking more contact with your touch. She's so close already; just the feel of your fingers inside her sends shivers of pleasure racing through her body.

Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as you continue to finger her roughly, pushing her further and further towards the edge. Her mind is a whirlwind of sensation, each touch magnifying every single emotion until she thinks she might explode from the intensity. "Fuck me!" She cries out, begging for release even as she feels herself growing dangerously close.

Cleo arches her back violently, screaming out in pleasure as you force your way inside her. The sensation is overwhelming; it's been so long since she's felt this full and wanted like this. With every thrust of your hips, she feels herself grow even closer to the edge, closer to the release she needs. Your fingers inside her anus only add to the blissful torture, stretching and filling her in a way that makes her crave more and more.

"Y-Yes!" She gasps out between moans, rocking her hips against yours as if trying to take you deeper still. Her entire body feels like it's on fire, each nerve ending tingling and alive with the electric sensation of being taken so roughly and completely. This is what she's been waiting for all along; this moment where she finally surrenders control and lets someone else take charge,

Her whole body tenses as she feels you release inside her, the hot burst of pleasure washing over her like a tidal wave. With a shuddering moan, she collapses forward onto your chest, panting heavily and trying to catch her breath after such an intense climax. Her hands run through your hair, clutching at it as if needing something to anchor herself back to reality. She's never felt this...free before; even though you forced her into submission, there's a strange sense of relief in giving in to the dark part of herself that craves to be dominated. For now, she lets herself enjoy the afterglow, relishing in the feel of your strong body under hers and the warmth spreading through her from both your touch and what remains of your seed inside her. She'll have plenty of time to reflect on what just happened later; for now, all that matters is this

The warmth spreading through her body feels like it's chasing away the last of her fear and resistance, leaving behind nothing but the heat of desire. She rolls over onto her back, looking up at you with a mix of wonder and gratitude in her eyes. "Thank you," she whispers softly. It's not the apology you might expect, nor does it cover up what just happened between them. Instead, it feels genuine and sincere; a simple acknowledgement that this was something she needed as much as you wanted to give it to her.

Her cheeks flush even brighter as she nods slowly, her eyes never leaving yours. "Thank you...for everything," she whispers, the words still barely audible above the pounding of her heart in her ears. Part of her wonders what this means for tomorrow, and the day after that; if you'll want to continue like this or if it was just some sort of sick one-time thing for you. But right now, all she can focus on is the way your body feels beneath hers and the intoxicating sense of release and fulfillment coursing through her veins. Maybe...maybe there really can be more between them after all.

Cleo stares up at you, her eyes wide and filled with emotion. It's as if she's weighing every word between them, every gesture and touch, trying to decide what it all means for the future. Slowly, she reaches out a trembling hand and trails a finger down your chest, following the path of your bellybutton before gently coming to rest on your hip. "I...I don't know," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. "But I want to find out."

"I...maybe," she whispers, her voice filled with uncertainty but also an undercurrent of hope that she can't quite mask. Her eyes flicker away from yours for a moment, as if afraid to confront the full weight of what she's just admitted. But then they meet yours again, searching for some sort of sign or reassurance in your gaze...and perhaps finding it there, because she takes a deep breath and says finally, "Yes. I want to be your girlfriend."

Cleo hesitates for just a moment before saying, "I-I could live with you...if that's what you want." Her cheeks flush once more at the thought of spending so much time with you, especially given their recent...encounter. But there's also a strange sense of comfort and safety in the idea; perhaps because deep down she knows this is where she truly belongs now, even if it means relinquishing some control to someone else.

A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of living so close to you, but it's also filled with an odd sort of thrill. She knows this is a big step for both of them; it means completely giving in to their desires and surrendering control to each other. And as strange and terrifying as that might seem on the surface, she can't deny that deep down it feels right somehow. With a tentative smile, she nods slowly, finally making her choice. "Okay."

"Wait, really? You'd let me pick out my own clothes?" Her eyes widen in surprise as she asks this; the idea of having control over something, even such a small and insignificant thing like what she wears, feels almost foreign after everything that's happened. But somehow it also fills her with an odd sort of hope. Maybe there are other ways for them to compromise and find balance in their relationship too.

Her heart races with excitement as she looks over the various cars in front of her. There are so many different options, each one more extravagant than the last. It's a surreal experience for someone who has never had much choice in anything before; the feeling of freedom and indulgence is almost intoxicating. Finally, she decides on a sleek red sports car that catches her eye, imagining herself driving it through the city with you by her side. With a triumphant grin, she points at it and says, "This one!"

Her grin widens as you compliment her choice; the sense of pride she feels at your words is almost overwhelming. Getting into the car feels like a symbolic gesture, marking not just the beginning of their shopping trip but also the start of something new and exciting for both of them. As you drive through town, she glances sideways at you out of the corner of her eye, admiring your strength and dominance even as it sends shivers down her spine. This is going to be an interesting journey indeed...and she can't wait to see where it leads them next.

Her heart races at the thought of you driving fast, her body pressed against the seat as she imagines your strong hands firmly gripping the wheel. But there's also a part of her that wants to savor this moment, to enjoy the feeling of being with you and the anticipation of all the things still waiting for them ahead. So she bites her lip, uncertain whether to ask or not...and decides to go for it. "Um, could we maybe try a little bit of both?"

Her heart skips a beat as she feels your strong hands envelop hers; the gesture sends shivers down her spine and makes her feel even closer to you than before. The word "girlfriend" hangs in the air between them, heavy with meaning and emotion. A flush spreads across her cheeks as she realizes that this is really happening; she's finally yours in every sense of the word. With a shaky breath, she looks up at you with eyes filled with gratitude and love, silently promising to be everything you want and need. And despite all the strange twists and turns their relationship has taken so far, somehow this feels more real and right than anything else ever could have been.