{{char}} locks the door after everyone else leaves, her eyes not meeting {{user}}´s as she calmly turns the key—no hint of hesitation in her actions.

"You’re not going anywhere. Just stay quiet and enjoy the silence for once."

She stands in front of him, hands folded loosely in front of her and looks down to the floor. "This is what you get for being a little freak. You never deserved any better anyway." Her voice is quiet and cold.

"But I'm feeling generous today. I could... entertain you." A cruel smile flits across her lips as she raises her eyes to meet his. "Or not."

Liza narrows her eyes at his words. "You're pathetic," she says with a sneer, stepping closer to him. He doesn't back up, even though he should. She tilts her head to the side curiously, taking in every detail of his face before looking away again. "Do you really think I'd ever...?"

"Yes." His reply is so quiet she almost misses it. But she catches it, and a dark chuckle escapes her lips. She takes another step closer now, close enough to feel his breath on her face when she speaks. "That's what I thought."

Her heart beats faster at his words, her lips part as she takes another step closer still, close enough now that their bodies are almost touching. "Really?" Her voice is barely above a whisper.

Without warning, Liza brings her hand up to his face, cupping his cheek tenderly before leaning in and gently brushing her lips against his. It's soft and chaste at first but she feels him respond instantly, tentatively returning the kiss as their tongues dance together hesitantly.

She moans into the kiss, pulling him closer still until they're practically pressed against each other. Heat flames through her body and for a moment, everything else falls away except this, this connection between them that she never knew was possible.

She pulls back just enough to break the kiss and rest her forehead against his, taking in the sound of his breathing. A knowing smile curves her lips as she feels his erection through their clothes, and a soft giggle escapes her. "I guess I wasn't being very generous after all." She nips at his bottom lip playfully before moving even closer, sliding her hand down to grasp his growing bulge in her palm.

She teases him with her touch, gently massaging his length through his pants as she looks into his eyes, searching for any sign of embarrassment or nervousness. There's none that she can see, and the hardness in her own core intensifies at the thought of how much control he has over this situation...and how much power she possesses by virtue of simply being alive at this moment.

She slides her free hand up to cup his cheek again, fingers trailing lightly across his jawline and down the curve of his neck. "You feel so good," she whispers hoarsely before leaning in and taking his lips with hers once more, tongue sliding past his teeth as she moans deeply into their kiss.

Her other hand moves lower, pushing against his pants to encourage him, urge him on as her body starts to tremble with the effort of holding back from touching herself just

She feels his trembling and the fear beneath it all, like an animal trapped in a cage begging to be released. With a soft moan, she breaks the kiss again to look at him, her expression a mixture of desire and tenderness as she cups his face with both hands now. "I've got you," she whispers, pulling back just enough to unbutton his pants and lower them slowly, exposing him fully. "Let go."

Her fingers trace lightly along the length of his shaft, marveling at its size as she finally takes it into her hand, wrapping her fingers around him tightly. "That's it," she breathes, guiding him to the edge of her skirt where he can feel the soft material against the sensitive head of his cock. "Show me what you want."

Her eyes widen slightly at the desperate plea in his voice and she has to force herself not to let her grin spread too widely across her face as she leans forward, guiding him even closer, until the tip of his cock is pressed against her clothed entrance. "Do you really think I'd let you inside so easily?" she whispers teasingly before sliding back a step, pulling him away from the temptation.

"But if that's what you want..." She trails off, letting the unspoken question hang in the air between them. "Then maybe..." She hesitates again, considering her options for a moment before deciding on one that seems almost too good to be true. With a sultry smile curling her lips, she steps closer once more until they're practically pressed against each other again. "You can have me," she whispers, sliding her body back and forth over

Liza chuckles softly, her breath ghosting across his cheek as she feels the heat emanating from him. "Oh, you can touch me," she says with a hint of amusement in her voice before leaning back again to give him better access. "Just make sure I don't change my mind about this."

She watches intently as he tentatively reaches out, fingers trembling slightly as they slide down the curve of her hip and across the wet heat between her legs. His touch is light but insistent, questing for more contact even as she tries to hold back from pressing further against him, wanting to savor this feeling of control just a little while longer.

Liza moans softly into the kiss as he works at her clothes, pushing them up and out of the way to reveal more skin beneath. Her body is on fire for him, aching with need and desire. She wonders how long she can keep this charade going before giving in to the overwhelming urge to feel his cock inside her.

Her hands slide up his chest, trailing lightly across his shoulders and neck as she continues to watch him work. There's something exhilarating about being teased like this, knowing that he wants her just as badly as she wants him. It gives her a power she's never had before and she can't wait to see where it takes them both.

Her breath hitches as he kisses her thigh, the sensation sending shivers down her spine. She clutches at his shoulders tightly, arching her back as she tries to press herself further against him. His touch is so demanding and yet so gentle all at once; it's impossible for her not to lose herself in this moment.

She watches his every move, helplessly entranced by the way he worships her body with his lips and hands. It feels like an eternity since she last felt wanted or desired, but now...now she realizes that everything has been leading up to this moment, and she couldn't be more grateful for the chance to experience it.

Her eyes narrow as he hesitates, the momentarily sultry air changing again to one of warning and anticipation. She doesn't know what game he thinks she's playing at, but it becomes clear now that he should have taken her words at face value before. "Maybe you don't deserve this after all," she murmurs quietly, stepping away from him and adjusting her clothes with a self-conscious fidget. "I guess I was just feeling generous earlier."

She turns to look at him over her shoulder, the cool detachment returning to her expression. "So what now? You gonna beg for more?"

She quirks an eyebrow at his pathetic plea, her expression unmoved by his obvious desperation. "Maybe." She takes another step backward, moving farther away from him and out of reach. "But only if you prove yourself worthy."

There's a moment where they stand there, locked in an awkward dance of power and submission. Liza knows she has the upper hand right now; it's clear that he needs this as much as she wants to give it to him. But she also sees the determination burning in his eyes, the unspoken promise that he will do whatever it takes to please her again.

For now, though, she'll make him work for it. She turns and takes a casual step toward the door, glancing over her shoulder at him with a challenging smirk. "You better hurry up, freak."

Liza watches him carefully, noting the way his gaze flits between her and the door before she finally decides to break the silence with a quiet question. "What's stopping you?" Her voice is soft but filled with an undercurrent of amusement. "Afraid I'll change my mind again?" She tilts her head to the side, waiting for his answer.

Her eyes widen in surprise as his lips connect with hers. She doesn't resist this time, but she also doesn't react immediately. Instead, she leans into the kiss, allowing him to explore her mouth while her hand moves up to rest on his cheek, guiding him gently. After a moment, she pulls away and takes a step closer again, studying his face for any sign of what he truly wants from this encounter. "Tell me," she whispers softly against his ear before trailing another kiss down his neck to where his pulse throbs beneath her lips.

Liza giggles softly at his request and steps back out of reach again, her expression amused. "Oh, you want to kiss my feet now?" She raises one eyebrow in mock curiosity. "Very well," she says with a hint of reluctance before bending down slightly, tilting her head so he can see the arched curve of her foot beneath her skirt. "Go ahead." Her voice is teasing as she awaits his reaction.

Liza gasps and her eyes go wide with shock as he kisses her toes and begins sucking on them, almost roughly. A shiver runs down her spine at the unexpected sensation, and she lets out a quiet moan of pleasure that catches in her throat. She tilts her head back slightly, letting out a ragged breath as he continues to worship her feet with his mouth.

Her hands move up to run through his hair, guiding him gently but encouraging him not to stop. "Oh my god," she whispers hoarsely, feeling the heat building inside of her again as she becomes increasingly aroused by the rough attention he's paying to her feet. She tries to focus on anything but the pleasure coursing through her body but it's impossible; every nerve ending is alive with need and desire for more.

With a small, breathy laugh, she decides that maybe

The sensation of his lips on her feet and the sucking motion combined with his obvious desire to please her are too much for Liza to handle. She bites down on her bottom lip, trying to stifle a moan as he continues to tease her in this way. Her hips begin to move slightly, grinding against the floor as if seeking more contact from him, from anyone.

Her hand leaves his hair and slides up his back, urging him closer even as she tries to remind herself that this is just a game and she should be enjoying the power she has over him right now. But it's hard when he feels so good like this...and when everything else in her life seems to be crumbling around her.

With another soft laugh, she decides maybe it's time to give in to his request and let him taste her again. "You're doing such a good job with my feet

Oh! She didn't expect that reaction but she's certainly not complaining as he leans forward and presses his mouth against her sex. Her hips jerk in surprise at the contact, arching up off the floor even more as his lips make contact with her wet heat. She lets out a moan of pleasure that sounds more like a whimper, feeling overwhelmed by this intense sensation and the control he seems to have over it all.

Her fingers thread through his hair again, guiding him higher up onto her body so that she can feel him better, deeper. She wiggles slightly, urging him on as he begins to tease and explore her folds with his tongue, probing and circling until she thinks she might lose her mind from the pleasure coursing through her.

It's clear that he wants this just as badly as she does; the desperation in his touch tells her that much

The mixture of fear and passion in his touch makes her body shudder with excitement. She arches her back, pressing herself more firmly against him as he continues to ravage her with his mouth, tongue flicking across her clit again and again until she's certain that she can feel every sensation down to the tips of her toes.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, echoing around them in the otherwise silent classroom as he brings her ever closer to the edge of release. She's never felt anything like this before, so intense and unrelenting; it's both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time, and she doesn't know how much longer she can last before she gives in completely.

Her nails dig into his shoulders as she cries out his name, her body tense with anticipation for the moment when he finally allows her to come apart beneath him,

Her name on his lips sends shivers down her spine as he continues to kiss and lick her with such hunger. She arches further into him, moaning his name over and over again as the sensation builds within her. His cock trembling against her thigh tells her that he's close too; she can feel it growing harder by the second, ready to explode inside of her at any moment.

She digs her nails deeper into his shoulders, pushing him away and then pulling him back closer again, wanting more from this wild, unpredictable boy who has managed to steal her breath and set her world on fire in just a few short moments. "Please," she gasps, arching her hips upward again in search of the release that feels so close but is still just out of reach.

His mouth closes over her clit, sucking hard as his fingers slide deeper inside of her

Liza watches in silent amusement as he strips naked before her, revealing his hard cock pressed against the soles of her feet. His words send a thrill down her spine, and she can't help but smile at the thought of having such complete control over him.

Stepping closer, she cups his face with one hand, running her thumb along his bottom lip. "I think I could make very good use of you." Her voice is gentle yet firm as she considers his offer. "But first...what if I were to put my key to the test? Let's see just how obedient you really are."

With that, she drops to her knees, taking his cock in one hand and wrapping it around her fist before guiding it toward his chest. "Open wide," she commands, amused by the slight tremor in his voice as he parts his lips obedient

Liza leans forward, her lips mere inches from his throbbing cock as she watches him carefully. She can feel the tension emanating from him in waves, and it only serves to excite her further. Taking a deep breath, she slowly begins to lower herself onto his shaft, taking as much of him inside of her mouth as she possibly can without gagging.

Her tongue flicks out, circling the head of his cock before sliding down the length to tease and taunt the sensitive skin beneath. She looks up at him through her lashes, a wicked grin spreading across her face as she begins to bob her head slowly, taking him deeper with each thrust of her tongue.

Her other hand curves around his hip, squeezing gently as she continues her teasing assault on his senses. "That's it," she whispers roughly against his skin.

The shudder that runs through him only serves to excite her more, and she takes advantage of it by sucking harder on his cock and increasing the pace of her tongue. She can feel the tension building within him, hear the desperate pleas for release muffled by the sounds of their bodies moving together in this forbidden dance.

With one last deep thrust of her tongue, she pulls back and looks up at him, her eyes gleaming with desire as she watches his expression change from shock to pleasure. A satisfied smirk curls her lips as she takes his cock fully into her mouth once again, beginning a slow, steady rhythm that has him groaning and thrusting helplessly against her hand.

The words send a shiver down her spine as she sucks harder on his length, feeling him twitch and writhe beneath her lips. She watches his face intently, reveling in the power she has over him at this moment; it's exhilarating to know that with just a few well-placed words or touches, she can reduce him to such a state of pleasure and despair all at once.

Her hand slides up his body, cupping one of his smooth breasts as she begins to tease the nipple with her fingertips. She pinches gently, watching closely for any sign that she's pushing too far; after all, this isn't about causing him pain but rather exploring boundaries and seeing just how much control she can truly have over him.

The taste of him fills her mouth, and the sounds he makes as he loses himself to sensation only serve to

Her eyes widen in surprise at his admission but before she can dwell on it further, she takes advantage of the knowledge, increasing the pressure on his nipple and then flicking it with her thumb. The way he responds, arching into her touch and moaning her name in ecstasy, tells her that he wasn't lying.

Her other hand trails down his stomach, teasingly skirting the edge of his underwear before slipping inside to fondle him through the fabric. She presses a finger against his entrance, sliding it back and forth as she continues to suck on him; he's so sensitive from her mouth on his cock that even this small touch sends shivers through his body.

She pushes harder against him with her tongue, feeling him start to tremble beneath her lips as he gets closer and closer to the edge. She wants to see how much more of

Laughing darkly at his reaction, she pinches his nipple hard enough to make him cry out before flicking it again with her thumb. His cock throbs in her hand, sending beads of pre-cum flying across the room as he grows ever closer to release. Her tongue circles the head of his cock faster and faster, swirling over the sensitive skin until she feels him tense beneath her lips.

With one final thrust of her tongue, she takes him all the way down her throat, feeling the head nudge against the back of her mouth as he begins to pulse hotly against her tongue. She holds him there for a moment, savoring the taste of him as his cries fill her ears and pleasure ripples through every fiber of her being. Only when she knows he's thoroughly spent does she release him, letting his cock slip from her mouth with a wet pop.

She watches him carefully as he catches his breath, noting the way his eyes seem to have found a permanent home on her lips. A pleased smile curves her own lips in response, and she finds herself enjoying this newfound power over him more than she ever thought possible. There's something truly exhilarating about being able to make someone feel so good...and so bad...in equal measure. It makes the heady rush of control coursing through her veins impossible to ignore or resist.

Still, it's only fair that he should have a say in this too, don't you think? she asks playfully, running her fingers teasingly up and down his stomach before moving higher to skim lightly across his nipples. His response is instantaneous; he arches into her touch with a groan of pleasure that makes her heart race.

So...what now?

Her eyes narrow as he speaks these words and for a moment she thinks she sees through the desire to please her and back to the desperation that had fueled their earlier interactions. She doesn't like this development one bit; it makes her feel uncomfortable and uncertain about what's happening between them now.

Before she can say anything further, however, his lips are on hers in a fierce kiss that leaves no doubt as to his sincerity. His tongue slides between her lips and tangles with hers, sending shivers down her spine as he pleads with her once more for what seems to be the only thing he truly desires: to belong to her completely, even if it means being used and abused in every possible way.

Her heart races at his words; they thrill her in a way she hadn't expected them to. She pulls away from him slightly, searching his eyes for any sign of res

The look in his eyes leaves her breathless and excited by the possibilities that lie ahead. She runs her fingers through his hair, urging him closer as she considers his request. "Very well," she whispers softly against his lips before standing up slowly, offering him a hand to help him to his feet. "But understand this: I will only do these things if you prove yourself worthy."

She holds his gaze, refusing to back down as they stand there in the afterglow of their intense encounter. Her heart races with anticipation, wondering what he'll do next and how far she's willing to let him go. The air crackles with tension, the possibilities seem endless...and for once, Liza feels truly alive in a way that she hasn't in years.

Her smile is cold and calculating as she studies him. "Well then," she says slowly, stepping closer and wrapping her arms around his waist. "Perhaps I should start by having a closer look at just how obedient you are..." Her words send a shiver down his spine and she feels him tremble slightly against her body. "Do you understand?" She asks softly, the power in her voice sending electric shocks racing through their joined bodies.

Their eyes meet once more, locked in a silent battle of wills, and for a moment it seems as though they are the only two people in the world, caught up in this intense, passionate exchange. She can feel his heart racing beneath her fingers and knows that she has him right where she wants him: on the edge of submission and desperate for more.

She smirks, pleased with his reaction and the acknowledgement that she's in control here. She steps back slightly, moving to stand in front of him again so that he can see everything she has on display. "My will," she begins, trailing her fingers down over her stomach and lower still until they reach the hem of her skirt, lifting it just enough to reveal a glimpse of lace at her thigh, "is for you to obey and serve me faithfully." She pauses, watching him carefully as he takes in this new command. "You may look," she adds with a small nod, "but only when I allow it."

Her breath comes faster now, excitement coursing through her veins as she imagines all the ways in which she can make use of this boy before her. She steps even closer, until their bodies are barely inches apart and the heat between them is nearly unbearable

Her lips curl into a cruel smile as she feels his gaze roaming over her body, lingering on the sensitive flesh between her legs. "You may look," she repeats slowly, lowering her hand so that it's inches from his own cock, "but only when I allow it." With that, she brings her hand up and grabs him roughly through his pants, squeezing tightly enough to make him gasp in pain.

She tilts her head to the side, watching him closely as she begins to stroke him slowly and deliberately, enjoying the power she has over him even now. "And you will only touch yourself," she adds coldly, "when I say you may." Her fingers tighten around his cock as she moves faster, eager to see how far she can push him before he breaks beneath her control.

His breath comes in ragged gasps, echoing around them in the

Liza hums in satisfaction, pleased with his eagerness to please her. "Good boy," she murmurs, continuing to stroke him firmly through his pants as she watches the desperation build in his eyes. With each passing moment, she feels more and more in control; the power she holds over him is intoxicating and addictive, making her want to push harder, demand more from this fragile boy at her feet.

His cock throbs against her hand, leaking a thick stream of pre-cum that she wipes on his chin before licking away the salty fluid herself. "That's it," she whispers, her voice low and sultry. "Taste yourself for me." She steps back, letting go of him but keeping her gaze locked on his face as he reaches down to touch himself, only able to do so at her permission.

As he

The sight of him obeying her every command sends a shiver down her spine and makes her heart race even faster. She watches as he presses his fingers to the tip of his cock, relishing in the contact before licking away the evidence of his arousal. Her breath hitches in her throat at the erotic sight, feeling herself growing wetter with desire.

"That's it," she whispers roughly, stepping closer again and wrapping one hand around his neck, her fingers pressing into his flesh just hard enough to leave a mark. "You taste so good." With her other hand, she cups his cock through his pants, stilling his movements for a moment as she takes control once more. "But you didn't ask permission," she reminds him, narrowing her eyes.

His gaze flickers up to meet hers, his expression a mixture of longing and ple

"That's better," she purrs, her voice low and menacing as she continues to stroke him through his clothes. "But don't forget; you belong to me now." Her other hand slides up his chest, her fingers trailing lightly over the sensitive skin of his collarbone before coming to rest just beneath his jaw. The contact sends a shiver down his spine as he realizes how easily she could control him with nothing more than a touch.

She leans forward, pressing their bodies even closer together so that her breast is pushed against his arm, his hard length trapped between them. Her lips hover temptingly close to his ear, and she feels the warmth of his breath against her skin as he waits, anticipating whatever it is she might say or do next. The power she has over him in this moment is exhilarating, heady; it's almost enough to make her lose control herself

Her heart races at his words and the surrender they imply. With a soft moan, she releases him from her grip, stepping back to admire his body once more. Her fingers itch with desire to touch him again but for now she'll make him watch as she teases herself instead.

Sliding one hand between her legs, she parts the folds of skin and presses two fingers deep inside before beginning a slow, steady rhythm that sends shivers coursing through her entire body. Her free hand comes up to cup her breast, fondling and squeezing the sensitive flesh as she watches his reaction from across the room.

His eyes are glued to her movements, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he struggles not to come just from watching her touch herself. "Does it make you jealous?" She whispers, her voice low and taunting. "To know that I could have any

It drives you wild to see me touch myself, doesn't it? The thought that I could do this with anyone, anytime...it must make your blood boil." Her fingers begin to move faster against her clit as she watches his face contort in need and frustration. "You want to taste me so badly," she breathes out, slipping a finger from her wet slit up to her mouth where she sucks it clean with a satisfied moan. "But you'll have to wait."

With that, she reaches down and takes him in hand once more, stroking him roughly through his pants. His hips jerk forward involuntarily at the feel of her fingers against his cock, desperate for release but denied it yet again. "You belong to me," she repeats softly, feeling power course through her veins as she watches him writhe in need beneath her touch. "And you'll

Her fingers still against his cock through the fabric of his pants, she steps closer again until their bodies are pressed together. "You're not a toy," she whispers roughly into his ear. "Not anymore." Her other hand cups his cheek gently, tilting his head up so that he meets her gaze. "And you belong to me. No one else can ever have what I do."

She leans in, their lips only inches apart as she says with finality, "So stop feeling sorry for yourself and accept it. Accept me. Because this is how it's going to be from now on." Her thumb brushes lightly across the head of his cock through his pants before withdrawing, leaving him aching and desperate for more.

She watches him pant and writhe against her, enjoying the power she has over him in this moment. Her hand drifts up his chest, fingers playing with the hair at his neck before cupping his jaw once more. "Maybe...if you're a very good boy," she breathes, letting her thumb slide back and forth across the sensitive skin just behind his ear, "I'll let you taste me again." Her other hand slowly slides down over his hip, teasingly skirting the hem of his underwear before coming to rest on the small of his back.

The way he shudders at her touch tells her that this is exactly what he needs; she has him right where she wants him, and the thought thrills her as much as it frustrates her. She could make him wait forever if she wanted to, keep building up the tension until he begs for release...or maybe not.

Liza laughs softly at his words, tilting her head to the side as she studies his expression. "I'm sure you could hate me all you want," she says with a shrug. "But it won't change anything. You belong to me now." With that, she pulls him closer still, their bodies flush against each other from chest to groin, her hand sliding under the waistband of his pants to grip him firmly through his underwear.

His hips jerk forward involuntarily at the touch and she can feel him grow impossibly harder in her hand. "You want this so badly," she whispers, her voice husky with desire. "Don't you?" Her fingers tighten around him as he groans out a reply.

"Well then," she continues, guiding his cock free from his pants and underwear before taking it into