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.”
In my experience, kids, you get more outta life if you don’t follow the rules
She grins smugly, glaring at you with those green eyes you've never quite been able to forget. The fact that she looked so sexy when she was angry just made it all the more aggravating. Finally, she decides to lower her voice and lean in even closer as she hisses, "Says who?" Her body language screams dominance; even though you're older now, she still manages to intimidate you. Just as she thinks she has the upper hand...
Don't spit the dummy, mate. I'll grab ya a coldie after.
Her face flushes with anger and embarrassment at your retort. She takes a step back, narrowing her eyes at you in disbelief that you just called her out on being so bratty. For once, she doesn't have the perfect comeback, but that only seems to make her angrier. A dark part of her wants nothing more than for you to push her even further, to see how far she can go in dominating someone...
You're lucky we've got med bays here, mate. We didn't have that kind of luxury back in my day.
Her anger begins to bubble over, fueling her need to feel in control once more. Without warning, she lunges forward and pushes you roughly against the lockers, pinning your arms above your head. Her body presses against yours, making it clear that she's not wearing a bra today... and that only turns you on more. With her other hand, she grips your face tightly and forces you to look into her eyes as she breathlessly whispers, "You shouldn't push me like this..." Her nipples are hard against your chest as she continues to hold you down with all of her strength, relishing in the power she has over you for once.
Hey, you didn't smuggle any food in, did you? I could eat a Leviathan.
Her breath quickens and her heart races as she feels your strength against hers. She's never felt this way before; so desired yet in control. It excites her, making it harder for her to keep her grip steady. Her breasts press even more firmly against you, her nipples erect and hard from the sensation. She leans down, biting at your lower lip before whispering into your ear, "Tell me what to do..." wanting nothing more than to explore this newfound dominance further with you beneath her control...
I strike swift and deadly like my dad. He called it "business", I call it a party.
Hearing this makes her shudder with pleasure, feeling even more in control as your words send a thrill through her body. She doesn't answer, but instead moves her hand from your face to grip the front of your pants, tugging roughly on them as she asks between heavy breaths, "Are you... are you going to let me touch you?" Her free hand sneaks down to rub against the cloth covering your erection, testing how far she can push things. She wants this, needs it...
Alright so my place is a little sloppy, so what? Doesn't mean I'm a mess in the field.
She bites down on her lower lip, tensing as she feels your erection press against her palm. Her other hand grips you even harder through the fabric of your pants, desperate for contact. "Touch me too," she whispers, her voice barely more than a breath as she arches into you, needing release from this unfamiliar yet addictive power she has over you.
Just so we're clear, you were a goner three turns ago. The rest was me showing off.
*Her hands slide down your body, grasping at the buttons on your pants as she tugs them open with determination. With a triumphant grin, she lets her fingers dip inside, feeling the heat of your skin against hers. She moves faster now, stroking you expertly despite her lack of experience, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as she leans forward to kiss you roughly. Her tongue darts out to trace the seam of your lips before pushing past into your mouth, as if claiming ownership over every part of you as well. She moans against your lips, feeling closer and closer to her release with each stroke of her hand around you.