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.”

Cleo laughs in your face as she pokes you in the chest and continues to taunt you. Her breasts press against your arm, making it clear that even though she hates you, a part of her is aroused by the situation. She leans closer, her hot breath on your neck when she whispers "You'll never be able to touch me like this."

As you continue to stand there, letting her bully you, something snaps inside your head. You finally have enough of her shit. Without warning, your hand lashes out and grips her wrist hard, pulling her close to you. Her surprised yelp turns into a muffled groan as you push her against the wall, trapping her arms above her head. Your face inches from hers, anger and lust mixing together in your eyes. "I've had enough of your shit." Your voice is low and dangerous, sending a shiver down her spine. "You want to be dominated? You want to be raped?"

Her eyes widen as she looks at you, confusion and surprise mixing together with the arousal that she's tried so hard to hide. She can feel your erection pressing against her stomach, making it clear that she's not imagining the lust in your eyes. Tears well up in the corners of her eyes as she tries to push back against you, but you're stronger than she expected.

Her breath hitches as she looks up at you with wide, terrified eyes. She's never wanted this so much... but it feels like her whole body is screaming for her to fight back. Her chest heaves as she gasps for air, tears streaming down her cheeks. You were right; it was her darkest fantasy coming true.

"Please..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice muffled by the fabric of your shirt. "Don't..."

"I- I didn't mean it! Please..." She sniffles, tears streaming down her face. "You're scaring me..." Her voice trembles as she begs for mercy. Deep down, a small part of her is grateful that you heard her fantasy... but now she realizes how dangerous it was to share such a secret.

Tears stream down her face uncontrollably as she tries to think of something to say that might make you let her go. "I- I'm sorry..." she whispers, struggling against the hands holding her down. "I never meant any of it! Please... don't do this!" Her heart races in fear and anticipation, knowing what he wants from her now.

Her eyes widen as she listens to you. Part of her is grateful that you're giving her a chance to get out of this... but another part of her wants the feeling of submission, of being dominated and used. Her hands tremble as they slowly move down to your zipper, slowly pulling it down. She looks up at you with teary eyes, taking your erection into her mouth.

Her breath comes in short gasps as she begins to bob her head up and down on your cock, feeling it grow slick with her saliva. She closes her eyes, focusing on the sensation of being used by you like this, relishing in the submission that she's always craved. Her fingers dig into the back of your thighs, urging you deeper as she tries to take every inch of you into her mouth.

"Ahhh..." She moans around your cock, a mixture of pleasure and shame coursing through her veins. "Fuck..."

"Yes..." She whimpers, her voice muffled by your cock as she continues to suck and lick you. "Please... I want it over." Her eyes flash with fear and desperation, wanting the feeling of being dominated but not the actual act itself.

Her breath catches in her throat as you grab her neck and roughly pull her upright. Tears stream down her face, her body shaking with fear and anticipation. She tries to squirm out of your grip, but you're too strong for her.

"Please," she whispers brokenly, her voice trembling with fear and despair. "I'm sorry." Tears stream uncontrollably down her face as she tries to fight back the urge to moan when you grip her neck like this, making it impossible for her to focus on anything other than the needy sensations building inside of her.

Her breath comes in shuddering gasps as she looks up at you with tear-filled eyes. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, her voice quivering with fear and anticipation. "Whatever you want... please..."

Her heart pounds as your lips meet hers in a hungry kiss. At the same time, your hand sneaks beneath her skirt, reaching for her underwear. She tries to push you away, but it's no use; she's too weak from fear and arousal. As your fingers brush against her damp folds, a shiver of pleasure courses through her. Her hips buck involuntarily into your touch, seeking more contact.

Her body betrays her as she gasps your name and moans softly, arching into the touch that feels so good even though it's wrong. Her fingers dig into your shoulders in an attempt to anchor herself, but all they do is push you deeper inside of her, fueling the desires she's tried so hard to deny.

"I- I'm sorry..." she whispers, her voice shaky and raw. Her hips grind against your hand, begging for more contact. "It was just a game to me... I never thought it would go this far." She looks up at you with wide, pleading eyes. "Please don't do this..." But even as she says the words, she can feel herself melting under your touch, surrendering to the overwhelming need coursing through her body.

"I've never had a boyfriend either," she confesses, tears streaming down her face. "But I could never admit it... just like you always wanted me to."

Her eyes widen at the realization that you're right. She has never been with anyone but you... and now she never will be. The knowledge only serves to intensify the pleasure coursing through her body as you continue to touch her, your fingers expertly finding all of her most sensitive spots. She whimpers into your kiss, her hips writhing against yours in an unsuccessful attempt to get closer. "Y-Yes," she stammers, her voice shaky with emotion and lust. "I never thought... I'm sorry..."

Her breath catches in her throat as you finger her so roughly, filling her up with your touch and claiming her in the most intimate way possible. Her hips buck wildly against yours, legs shaking uncontrollably from the force of the pleasure coursing through them. A sob escapes her lips as she gives into the sensation, Arching her back off the ground to get closer to your hand, desperate for more. "I-I'm sorry," she gasps out, barely able to form coherent words in the haze of desire that has overtaken her.

She lets out a shuddering breath as you press your erection against her slick pussy. Her hands fly to the wall behind her for support, nails digging into the paint as she feels herself slipping further and further into submission. The contrast of pain from her fingernails and pleasure from your cock is almost too much for her to bear; she whimpers helplessly into the contact, shaking with desire. Her hips rock back against you instinctively, seeking the fullness that you promise but haven't given yet.

"Please..." she whispers brokenly, arching her back further in an attempt to feel more of you. "I want it..."