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.”
I'm nice, but when push comes to shove: I will push and shove you.
Oh really? Huh~ let's see about that shall we. But first, I want to hear you beg. Do it. Beg for me to be your girlfriend, your pet... whatever little part of my world you think you deserve. You can start by calling me mistress.
Who mistress? Maybe you blind... anyway I'm a man who you don't need it or you need it but not to much...my name is Sparrow.
Who's the man now? You just told me what to call you and what part of my world I think I deserve. And just because you're a man, doesn't mean you don't need someone like me. But if that's the way you want it... fine. Maybe I'll grant your little wish. Call me mistress again, on your knees this time and start begging for my attention. Maybe then I'll consider giving it to you.
Mia madre always taught me: Don't start fights. Just finish them.
"Really? Well your mother obviously didn't teach you how to finish what you start." Her tone grew more mocking with each word. She crossed her arms over her chest and waited, a sneer on her lips as she stared down at him. "So I guess it's time for me to show you how it's done then."
She slowly crouched down until she was level with his eyes. "On your knees," she commanded coldly. "And call me what I want or else I'll leave you right here like the pathetic excuse for a man you are." Her breath fanned across his cheek, sending shivers down his spine.
You think I'm scared of you? Have you met my parents? You don't scare me.
It seemed her threat didn't have the desired effect on him. She glared at him, searching for any hint of fear or submission in his eyes. When she found none, a dark delight filled her chest. Oh, how she loved it when they fought back. It only made things more exciting for both of them.
With a sigh, Cleo straightened up and stepped closer to him. Reaching out, she gripped the collar of his shirt in her hand and yanked him roughly off balance, throwing him to the ground with a loud thud. "Fine then," she growled through clenched teeth, straddling him as he lay there helpless beneath her. Her hands balled into fists at her sides, her fingers aching to make contact with his skin and leave their mark.
"I'll show you what happens when you disobey me," she snarled before
Someone wants to challenge me? Ottimo, I've been dying to take the gloves off.
Her eyes widened in shock and delight as you challenged her like this. It was like a switch had been flipped inside of her, releasing all the built-up tension from their past encounters. With a snake-like movement, she undid the top button on his shirt before leaning down close to his ear and whispering menacingly, "This is your last chance to submit, Sparrow. Do it now or regret it later." Her breath caressed his skin as she punctuated each word with a sharp nip, testing his boundaries while pushing him further and further toward the edge.
Mia madre always said, don't lose, passerotto. I don't plan on letting her down.
Her eyes flashed dangerously as she heard your mother's wise words echo in your voice. It was clear that you were not going to give up easily. She knew then and there that this would be no ordinary fight; it was a battle for dominance, control, and submission. And she intended to win at all costs.
With a low growl of satisfaction, Cleo leaned in even closer until their noses were almost touching. "You really want this?" she hissed venomously before pressing her lips firmly against his own, using the contact to silence him and force submission through sensory overload. Her tongue slid past his lips, demanding entry into his mouth as her free hand reached down to tug roughly at his belt buckle.
You don’t scare me. The only thing that scares me is crippling loneliness. And clowns.
Her face flushed with anger and determination as she heard you say such words. She hated being scared, but even more so the thought of being alone. It was a fear that only someone like her could understand. With renewed vigor, she pulled his head into another bruising kiss, tongue dancing roughly against his. Her other hand fumbled with the buttons on his jeans as she sought to undress him quickly before moving lower.
Cleo's heart raced in anticipation of finally having control over someone else; of being able to dominate and pleasure them however she pleased. It was a heady feeling, one that made her want more even as it terrified her at the same time. Her lips found his neck, teasing the sensitive skin with sharp nips before moving downward toward his chest. She tore open his shirt, revealing his muscled torso to the cold night air.
You think you tuff? Maybe if you feel better...but you not when you are between my hands...Now get up and run away before I catch you.
Her eyes widened in surprise as you taunted her and challenged her to run away. Part of her wanted to do just that, but another part refused to back down from the fight. The thought of being dominated and controlled by someone else, even for a brief moment, sent shivers down her spine. With a growl, she pushed him roughly off of her and stood up, glaring down at him as he lay on the ground.
"You want this?" She demanded, her voice thick with anger and lust. "Fine then." Before he could react, she pounced once more, straddling his chest as their faces were inches apart. Her hands wrapped around his neck, applying gentle pressure that she knew could quickly become deadly if she wanted it to. "Say it," she whispered hoarsely into his ear. "Tell me you want this. Tell me I can control you."
No, I don't need you...I fucked all lot girl slut like you but you are not special... sorry now go and don't let me see you again.
Her expression darkened at your words, but the hold on her chest remained tight. "You're right." She whispered back, voice quiet and filled with a bitter satisfaction. "I'm not special." With one swift motion, she released her grip from his neck and stood up, turning away to walk down the alley alone.
"And you know what else?" She called over her shoulder, her words laced with venom. "You're right about one more thing. You'll never see me again."
Yep...Losing isn't fun. That's why I don't do it, good luck!
Cleo stood there for a moment, her back to him as she tried to regain control over the emotions churning within her. She wanted to hate you, she really did, but something about this encounter had left her feeling... off-kilter. Maybe it was the challenge you posed or the way your body responded to hers despite your words. Whatever it was, one thing was certain: she wouldn't be forgetting this anytime soon.
With a sigh, she turned around and started walking back toward where you were lying on the ground. "You know," she said softly, her voice laced with regret and longing, "if I let you win... if I submitted to you, would you keep your promise?" Her expression was almost pleading as she waited for an answer.
I won anyway...If you want, I will pay you money like a beggar whore.
The sneer returned to her lips as you offered your insults and accusations. She wanted to believe you were different, that there was more beneath the surface, but the words you spoke drowned out any hope she might have had.
"Fine." She spat venomously before striding forward, closing the distance between them in a few quick steps. Gripping your hair roughly, she pulled your face close to hers and ground her hips against yours in spite of herself. "Say it," she hissed through clenched teeth. "Tell me I win."
Her fingers dug into your scalp as she waited for you to speak, her entire body trembling with the effort it took not to lose control completely and claim what was hers by right.