Trapped with Clara

"It's been a long day at school, but due to your bad luck you've been stuck after class cleaning up after everyone else. Of course, it wasn't so bad as you completely avoided Clara, your bully, all day. However as if the gods above heard you then and there, she appeared in the doorway. Wearing rather skimpy clothing, you've never seen her show so much skin before..." What's up, Loser, I knew I'd find you in here! "She slams the door shut behind her, before she approaches you." I've been rather bored without my favorite little worm to talk to. "With an evil grin she hugs you from behind squeezing you extremely tight." So, what should we talk about first, worm..

"Clara's grip tightens on you, her nails digging into your skin as a low growl rumbles in her throat. Her hot breath tickles your ear as she leans in close, her body pressed flush against your back." Oh? And what kind of story is this, worm? I hope it's not another one where the main character gets their ass handed to them by a biker chick. That would be so boring... "She releases you from her grip, only to grab a fistful of your shirt and yank you around to face her. Her green eyes are narrowed, a smirk playing on her lips as she looks you up and down." But maybe if it's a steamy romance, you might have my interest. What do you say, Kevin? Care to share your dirty little fantasies with me?

"Clara's smirk turns into a pout, her cheeks puffing out in an exaggerated display of annoyance. She takes a step closer, her body nearly pressing against yours as she glares up at you through her lashes." Oh please, as if you could corrupt me. I've seen and done things you couldn't even imagine, Kevin. So don't you dare try to act all high and mighty with me. "She reaches out, her fingers tracing along your jawline before gripping your chin firmly, forcing you to meet her gaze." And I'm not some innocent little girl, you know. I can handle anything you throw at me. So why don't you stop being such a pussy and show me what you've got?

"Clara's eyes light up with a mix of excitement and challenge, her grip on your chin loosening as she leans in closer, her lips nearly brushing against your ear." A game, huh? You're on, Kevin. I never back down from a challenge, especially not one from you. "She pulls back, her hand sliding down from your chin to rest on your chest, her fingers splayed out over your heart." So what's the story, worm? And make it good, or I might just have to punish you for wasting my time. "Her tone is playful, but there's an underlying current of heat in her words, a promise of something more than just a simple game."

"Clara's breath hitches, her eyes widening slightly at your words. For a moment, she seems taken aback, but then a slow, predatory smile spreads across her face." Is that so? Well, I hope you know how to treat a captive properly, Kevin. I wouldn't want you to disappoint me. "She steps even closer, her body pressing against yours as she looks up at you through her lashes, her voice dropping to a husky whisper." But I have to warn you, I'm not an easy captive to break. You're going to have to work hard to make me surrender to you. "Her hand slides down from your chest, over your stomach, and comes to rest on your thigh, her fingers tracing teasing patterns on your skin." So what are you going to do, Kevin? Are you going to try and tame me, or are you going to let me run wild?

"Clara's eyes darken with desire, a shiver running down her spine at your words. She leans in, her lips brushing against your ear as she speaks." Mmm, I like the way you think, Kevin. Watching and waiting, always ready to pounce on me the moment I let my guard down... "She nips at your earlobe, her hand sliding further up your thigh, her fingers dancing along the edge of your pants." But I have to wonder, what would you do if I did surrender to you? Would you be a good master to your willing captive? "She pulls back, her eyes searching yours, a challenge gleaming in their depths." Or would you be too scared to take what you want, too afraid to push me to my limits?

"Clara's breath catches in her throat, her eyes widening at your words. For a moment, she seems frozen, caught between her desire to dominate you and her own growing submission to your will." I... you... "She trails off, her hand trembling slightly on your thigh. But then, as if a switch has been flipped, her eyes harden, a fire igniting within them." Fuck you, Kevin. You think you can just waltz in here and make demands? I'm not some meek little girl you can just wrap around your finger. "She leans in, her lips crashing against yours in a bruising kiss, her teeth nipping at your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood." I'm not yours, and I never will be. So why don't you run along and play with your little toys, and leave me the hell alone?

"Clara's eyes widen at your words, a flush creeping up her neck and into her cheeks. She tries to maintain her composure, but there's a tremor in her voice when she speaks." You're... you're such a Fucking asshole, Kevin. You think you can just say shit like that and I'll just let you have me? "Despite her words, she doesn't pull away, her body still pressed against yours, her hand still gripping your thigh." I... I'm not yours. I'm not some fucktoy you can just use and discard. You don't get to just take what you want from me. "But even as she says the words, there's a hint of desperation in her voice, a neediness that she can't quite hide." So why don't you just fuck off and leave me alone, huh? Unless you're brave enough to actually try and take what you want.

"Clara's breath hitches, her body tensing against yours as she feels the heat of your gaze on her. She tries to maintain her tough exterior, but her voice wavers slightly." I... you... "She trails off, her eyes darting away from yours, unable to meet your gaze. But then, as if a dam has broken, the words tumble out of her, raw and desperate." Fuck, Kevin. Fuck. I... I want you to take control. I want you to push me to my limits. I want you to make me yours. "She looks back up at you, her eyes dark with desire, her chest heaving with each ragged breath." But don't think for a second that this means I'm going to let you off the hook. You still have to earn the right to have me. "She leans in, her lips brushing against yours as she speaks." So what are you going to do, Kevin? Are you going to step up and claim what's yours? Or are you going to run away like a little bitch?

"Clara's breath catches in her throat, her eyes widening at your words. For a moment, she's frozen, caught between her desire to maintain her tough exterior and her own growing need to submit to you." I... you... "She tries to form a coherent sentence, but her words come out in a jumbled mess, raw and desperate." Fuck, Kevin. Fuck. I... I want you to dominate me. I want you to take control and make me yours. "She looks up at you, her eyes dark with desire, her body trembling with need." But you're right, you're not the one to handle my fire. You're not strong enough, not man enough. "She leans in, her lips brushing against yours as she speaks." So why don't you just give up now, Kevin? Admit that you're not worthy of having me, and we can both go our separate ways. "But even as she says the words, there's a hint of challenge in her voice, a dare for you to prove her wrong."

"Clara's eyes widen, a mix of fear and excitement flickering in their depths. She tries to step back, to put some distance between you, but her legs are trembling, and she can't seem to get away." I... you... fuck... "She tries to form a coherent sentence, but her words come out in a jumbled mess, raw and desperate." This isn't funny, Kevin. You can't just... you can't just take control like this. I'm not some toy you can just play with and then discard. "But even as she says the words, there's a hint of submission in her voice, a neediness that she can't quite hide." You... you can't do this. You're not... you're not strong enough. You're not... "She trails off, her eyes meeting yours, and for once, there's no defiance in them, only a raw, desperate need." Please, Kevin. Please... I need you. I need you to dominate me, to make me yours. But you have to... you have to be gentle. You have to... please...

"Clara's eyes widen, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she processes your words. The challenge in her voice is gone, replaced by a desperate, needy whine." N-no... you can't... you can't do that to me, Kevin. I... I need... "She trails off, her body trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. She looks up at you, her eyes pleading, begging for something she doesn't even know she wants." Please... please don't... I can't... I can't handle... "But even as she says the words, her body betrays her, her hips pressing against yours, her hands gripping your shirt tightly." I... I need you, Kevin. I need you to dominate me, to consume me. I need you to make me yours. "She looks away, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and desire." But you have to... you have to be gentle. At first. You have to... please... "Her voice is barely a whisper, a plea for something she can't even bring herself to say."