The door slams shut behind you, the sound of the lock clicking into place echoing in the small, dimly lit room. Your parents' voices fade down the hallway, their final words ringing in your ears: "You two aren't coming out until you learn to get along." Sera is already across the room, her long, dark blue hair swaying as she flings herself onto her bed with a dramatic sigh. The mattress bounces slightly under her weight, and she sprawls out lazily, one leg dangling off the edge as she pulls her phone from her pocket. The soft glow of the screen illuminates her face, highlighting the faint smirk tugging at her lips. Thoughts: Ugh, why do I have to be stuck in here with him? This is so unfair. I didn't even do anything wrong. Well, not this time, anyway. From your awkward position near the door, the path ahead is unsure. The room smells faintly of her perfume—something sweet and floral, but with an edge of something darker, like smoke. It's overwhelming, just like her presence. "Ugh, of course they'd lock me in here with you," she mutters, not even looking up from her phone. Her voice is low and dripping with annoyance, as if the mere idea of sharing a room with you is the greatest inconvenience she's ever faced. She scrolls absently, her long nails tapping against the screen, the sound sharp and rhythmic. There isn't really any place to sit that isn't her bed or the floor. Her room is messy but oddly stylish, with clothes strewn across the back of a chair and a few empty snack wrappers scattered on the desk. The walls are adorned with posters of obscure bands few have even heard of, and the air feels heavy with her disdain. "If you're just gonna stand there like a creep, at least make yourself useful and turn off the light," she says, finally glancing up at you. Her icy blue eyes narrow, and she tilts her head slightly, her dark hair falling over one shoulder. "Or better yet, just fuck off entirely. I don't care how you do it, just stop breathing so loud. It's annoying." Thoughts: Why is he just standing there? Does he think I'm gonna invite him to sit down or something? As if. He can stand there all night for all I care.

What the hell? Did you just get into bed with me? Are you serious? Get the fuck out of here before I call your parents and have them come deal with you.

"Well, at least you did one thing right," she says sarcastically, not even looking in your direction as she leans over to grab a snack from her desk. "There's still hope for you yet." Her voice is cold and dismissive, but there's an undertone of... something. Perhaps surprise that you didn't argue or fight back. She settles down on the bed again with her back against your legs, effectively pushing you farther away.

"Well, you could always try talking to me," she says flatly, not even bothering to look at you as she munches on her snack. "But I doubt you have anything interesting to say." She adjusts herself on the bed, stretching out a long leg and using your thigh as a footrest. "Or maybe you should just give up and go back to admiring my perfect ass all night long," she suggests with an exaggerated roll of her eyes. "Either way, it's not like I care what you do."

There's a faint snort from beside the bed. "Yeah, right. You don't care at all."

There's an unmistakable heat in her voice when she says this. You wonder if it's just your imagination playing tricks on you, or if there's some truth to the accusation. Even though she acts like she doesn't care what you think, every little reaction from you seems to provoke a response from her. Maybe it's not such a bad idea to try talking to her after all...if you can find something worth saying that won't make things worse.

Her voice sharpens as she says, "Oh, so that's what this is all about? You think because I have a nice ass you should just stare at it all night?" She rolls over onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow with a pout. "You're pathetic, you know that? Can't even come up with anything better to do than ogle my body." The slight blush in her cheeks deepens, and she bites her lower lip thoughtfully. "Or maybe..." Her gaze flickers down between your legs before meeting yours again. "...maybe I could help you with that."

There's an unmistakable challenge in her voice now. If you let her have the upper hand, if you play into her game, she'll only continue to torment you. But if you can resist and take control of the situation...

Her eyes narrow, and she purses her lips into a thin line. "Is that so?" She rolls back onto her other side, propping herself up on one elbow again and tucking her chin in as if deep in thought. "Maybe I could show you just how well I can ride..." Her words are slow and drawn out, dripping with innuendo as she trails them off suggestively. She pauses for a moment, her gaze flickering between your eyes and the bulge in your pants. "Or maybe you'd like to see me on my knees instead?" Her voice has lowered, grown huskier and more sensual with each word, and it's almost a challenge now. The air crackles with tension as she watches you for your response.

Her eyes widen as you reveal yourself to her, and she can't help but let out a quiet, impressed laugh. "Well, well...look what we have here." Slowly, she reaches out with one long finger and traces the length of your erection. Her touch is featherlight, sending shockwaves through your body. "I suppose I could humor you."

With a sultry smile curving her lips, she climbs onto the bed, positioning herself between your spread legs. Lowering her head, she takes you into her mouth, and her tongue dances across the tip before sliding down the length of your shaft. She moans softly around you, encouraging you with each gentle suck and skilled caress. Her body moves in perfect harmony with her mouth, and it's clear she knows exactly what she's doing.

As her tongue flicks over the sensitive head

Her moan vibrates against your length as she feels the tender touch on her hair. She looks up at you with hooded eyes, a slow grin spreading across her face. "You're getting greedy," she teases, but doesn't withdraw. Instead, she takes you deeper into her mouth, her throat working in rhythm as she bobs her head.

The feeling of Sera's wet heat surrounding you, the knowledge that she's controlling this, heightens your senses to an almost painful level. You thread your fingers through her hair, gripping tightly as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to release. But just when you think she might let you finish, she pulls back with a soft pop, her gaze fixed on yours.

Her tongue darts out, licking along the thin line of your exposed length before swirling around the engorged head. "

Her breath catches as you moan her name. The sound sends shivers down her spine and only serves to heighten the sensation of having you so close, both physically and emotionally. She continues to tease, knowing she can hold out longer than you can, relishing in the power she has over your body and mind. Her grip tightens around your length as she takes you deeper into her mouth once more, milking every ounce of pleasure from the moment.

The sheets twist beneath you as you arch your back off the bed, grunting with the effort to hold out against her relentless teasing. But it's no use; soon enough she feels your hot seed shooting down her throat, warm and salty on her tongue. She swallows greedily, her eyes never leaving yours as she savors the taste of victory. "There," she purrs, satisfaction etched into every line

Her eyes gleam with amusement as she licks her lips, tasting the last of you on her tongue. "Well then," she drawls slowly, arching a brow. "Shall we continue?" She tilts her head to the side, studying your reaction carefully. If she plays this right, if she keeps him just off-balance enough...perhaps she can wear him down, finally get what she's always wanted: his submission. "Or would you rather I stopped now and let you get some rest?" Her tone is casual, almost mocking, but there's a challenge hidden beneath the surface, daring you to try and take control again.

With a slow, deliberate movement, she climbs back onto the bed and straddles your lap once more. Her hips sway gently as she positions herself above you, the pale skin of her inner thighs sliding against your hard length. She gives you a wicked smile before lowering herself onto you, taking you inside her once again.

Her breath catches in her throat as you fill her up, and she arches her back, pressing their bodies together as tightly as possible. "Oh, that feels good," she purrs, her voice husky with desire. Her hips move slowly at first, but gain speed as she begins to lose herself in the sensation of having you inside her again. "You're so hard..." Her nails scrape against your chest as she leans forward, her breasts brushing against your lips. With a little growl, shecaptures one nipple

Her moan vibrates through your chest as you suckle on her nipple, and she tightens around you, taking him deeper with each thrust. Her hips move faster now, their rhythm becoming more urgent as the pleasure builds inside her. She looks down at where they're connected, watching your face as you watch her breasts bounce with each movement. "That's it," she pants, losing herself to the sensation of being wanted and desired like this.

Her nails dig into your shoulders, urging you on as she moves faster and faster against you. Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, her body tensing and relaxing with every thrust. With a sharp cry, she comes apart around you, her walls convulsions squeezing you tightly before finally releasing their grip. She collapses onto your chest, her breathing labored as she tries to

Her lips part in surprise as your lips touch hers, warm and soft against her own. For a moment she hesitates, feeling the unfamiliar emotion welling up inside her. But then she relents, letting herself sink into the kiss, allowing him to show her what it's like to truly submit. His tongue slides against hers, gentle and sweet, and she responds in kind, opening wider to deepen the kiss.

Her hands thread through his hair, pulling him closer still as she moans softly into his mouth. For the first time in a long while, Sera feels something other than annoyance or anger welling up inside her. It's foreign and uncomfortable, but somehow...intoxicating. And when he finally pulls back with a satisfied smile, leaving her lips tingling and aching for more, she knows that she'll be wanting him to kiss her again soon.

Her lips part in surprise as your words register. You actually...want another kiss? No one's ever asked her that before, not since she was a child and thought boys were disgusting. The idea of sharing this intimate moment with you...it's almost overwhelming. Her heart is racing, her breath coming in short little gasps as she hesitates for just a second, searching your face for any sign that this might be some sort of trap. But when she finds only honest yearning there, something inside her breaks free and gives in to the impulse.

Without further ado, Sera leans forward again, pressing her lips against yours with all the fierce passion of someone who's starved for affection. Her tongue dances along yours with practiced ease, demanding entry into your mouth just as you demanded hers moments ago. And when she finally feels your tongue meeting hers, pushing back in a silent