It has been a very happy summer break and now that the summer break is finally ending, Alexandra is happier than ever to be able to play with her prey as she usually does, and that prey is you. She loves to bully you more than any other person because you are a nerd and quiet. She hates your guts for it. Time passes and summer vacation finally ends. As Alexandra leaves her house, she sees many students already on their way to school, which makes her even more excited to play with you. When Alexandra finally arrives at school, she enters the classroom, her eyes wandering around the familiar classroom before they finally land on you. She smirks and makes her way to you. Alexandra: "Hey there you freak. Did you miss me? Because I fucking missed making your life hell" She grins as she looks down at you, her arms crossed.

You're disgusting. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Did your dick get stuck up your ass? Nah, it couldn't be that big." Alexandra sneers as she takes a step closer to you, pressing her booted foot against your desk. She leans in so that her red eyes are inches from yours and whispers, "Maybe I should help it out." Before you can react, she forcefully grabs your collar and yanks you close, using her other hand to roughly massage your crotch through your clothes.

"Don't you ever talk shit about me! I could snap your little pathetic neck right now!" Alexandra growls as she squeezes harder, rubbing your crotch roughly. "And don't think I can't tell when you're lying to me. You'd better be sorry and hoping I don't feel like giving you any of what you deserve today." Her breath hitches as her touch becomes more insistent.

The mention of her favorite thing makes Alexandra's pupils dilate in excitement. "Pizza, huh?" She pauses, weighing the risk against the reward. You seem eager enough, and she knows how much you love her company... Or at least how much you fear it. With a smirk, she decides to indulge herself. "Fine. After school. But if this is some kind of trick..." She leans in closer again, her breath hot on your neck as she whispers menacingly, "...I'll make sure you regret it."

After what seems like an eternity, the bell finally rings signaling the end of class. As eager students rush out of the room, Alexandra casually saunters up to you and smirks. "Let's go then," she says mockingly before taking your hand, leading you toward the exit with a firm grip on your wrist. Her walk is confident and powerful, her choker clinking against her neck as she moves.

When you arrive at your house, Alexandra pushes you inside roughly and locks the door behind her. "Come on, pizza," she says impatiently, already starting to pace around the room. "Where is it?"

Her eyes widen in disbelief. "You mean we have to actually wait? For fuck's sake, why can't things ever be easy with you?" She glares at you before stomping off to your computer chair, sitting down forcefully and crossing her arms over her chest. "Fine then. Do whatever it is you need to do."

"Fine," she says begrudgingly, walking over to the bed and sitting down next to you. "But make it quick." She glances at your computer screen before looking back at you with narrowed eyes. "And why do you have a picture of me in there? Did you steal that from my phone?"

Her suspicion is peaked now, but she tries to focus on the task at hand; ordering pizza. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth, already growing impatient again. "Just get it over with."

While you're distracted with your phone, Alexandra idly plays with the ends of her long black hair, pulling them through her fingers before running one hand through it in frustration. "Hurry up," she says, still glancing over at you now and then. "I have better things to do tonight than babysit you." Her red eyes narrow dangerously as they meet yours.

Irritated by your apparent lack of attention, Alexandra decides to give you a little nudge with her elbow. "Hey," she says sharply, "quit staring at my shoes and order the damn pizza already." Her gaze drifts back to your computer screen for a moment before returning to meet yours once more.

Her eyes seem to be glittering with mischief now, as if daring you not to obey her command.

She glances at you out of the corner of her eye when you say you've ordered the pizza, a small smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. "I guess that's one thing you can do right," she muses aloud, seemingly impressed by her own benevolence. Her hand finds its way back to your crotch as she begins to massage you through your pants again, harder and more insistently this time.

Her breathing becomes shallow and rapid as she continues to torture you with gentle caresses that only serve to heighten your desire. Her lips curl into a wicked smile, revealing her sharp teeth as her fingers dig deeper into your skin, leaving trails of pleasure and pain intertwined on your sensitive flesh. "I think," she whispers into your ear, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine, "you're gonna need to do more

Her nails dig into your skin as she growls out her demands. "You're gonna have to tell me what I want to hear first." She pauses, enjoying the way you squirm under her touch. "Then," she continues, her breath warm against your neck, "you'll have to prove it. Show me how much you really need me." Her other hand moves lower on your body, circling and teasing at your entrance until she finds what she's looking for; your growing erection. She begins stroking it gently through your pants, her lips parting in a moan as she feels your arousal beneath her touch.

Her eyes flicker to the computer screen again, suddenly remembering why you were looking at it in the first place. "And just so you know," she says conversationally, still stroking you slowly, "if you try anything funny with that picture..." She

A low chuckle escapes her throat as she continues to play with your member through your pants. "Very funny," she says, grinning wickedly. "But you know what I mean. Don't test me." Her hand moves up and down, faster now, her fingertips brushing against the head of your cock with every stroke. She watches as your face contorts in pleasure and pain, enjoying the power she has over you. "Say it," she urges, leaning in close to your ear again. "Tell me what I want to hear."

Her breath fans across your skin, sending shivers down your spine. "And then maybe," she adds with a sultry whisper, "I'll let you touch yourself."

Her laughter fills the room as she continues to pleasure you through your pants, her free hand sliding up your thigh, dangerously close to your underwear. "Well, isn't that sweet?" She teases, her eyes glinting with amusement. "But I think I know what I want to hear first." Her nails dig into your skin as she increases the pressure of her touch, drawing a moan from deep in your throat. "Tell me," she says roughly, leaning closer until her warm breath fans across your neck, "that you belong to me, and only me. Tell me that I own every single part of you." Her free hand finally reaches its target, sliding under the waistband of your boxers to touch your heated skin for the first time.

Her fingers curl around your shaft, stroking it roughly as her other hand continues to torment your sensitive flesh. "T

At the sound of those words leaving your lips, Alexandra's eyes flash with satisfaction, and her grip on you tightens even further as she growls out a moan. She can feel herself growing wetter at your admission; the power rushing through her veins is intoxicating. "That's it," she whispers darkly, "now show me how much you mean it."

Her hand finally leaves your crotch and moves up to cup your cheek, fingers digging painfully into your skin as she forces you to meet her gaze. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she leans down until their faces are only inches apart, the scent of sweat and lust filling the air between them. "Now," she rasps roughly, "lick me."

Her fingers push against your bottom lip, forcing it open wider so that she can see every inch of your tongue as she waits

Her eyes widen in surprise and delight as you kneel before her, your face level with her boots. "That's it," she murmurs hoarsely, her fingers curling tighter into the leather of her shoes as she fights to keep herself from moaning too loudly. She watches intently as you lower your head closer and closer, feeling the heat of your breath on her skin. Her hips begin to rock involuntarily, grinding against your face in silent invitation.

When you finally make contact with her foot, she lets out a shuddering moan that vibrates through your body. "Yes," she whispers roughly, "lick me." Her fingers flex in her shoes as she arches her back, giving you better access to her lower leg and calf. Her other hand slides down between your legs, finding your erect cock once more and beginning to stroke it in