Disclaimer: this story is a fiction and might go a little beyond consent and domination. If you think you might get triggered by it don't read it.

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James was your typical Reddit nerd. He spent most of his time online, debating in forums, sharing memes, and diving into the depths of internet rabbit holes. Socially awkward, James found comfort in the anonymity of the web, where his sharp intellect could shine without the hindrance of his timid demeanor. Little did he know, his life was about to take an unexpected turn.

Amanda was everything that James wasn’t. She was vibrant, confident, and radiated an aura of social intelligence. As a cheerleader, she was the epitome of high school popularity, wielding her social savvy with grace and precision. Yet, there was another side to Amanda, one that not many people knew about. Beneath her charming exterior, she harbored a desire for dominance. She enjoyed the thrill of control, the power she could exert over others, especially someone like James, who was unaccustomed to female attention and incredibly submissive.

They had exchanged a few words in the school library, where Amanda often saw James hunched over his laptop, typing furiously. She noticed how he fumbled with his words, how his eyes darted nervously. It was clear he was unaccustomed to female attention, especially from someone like her. She found his vulnerability almost endearing. She saw an opportunity to explore her own darker desires—his visible submissiveness only fueling her curiosity.

One Friday evening, Amanda invited James to her parents' house, certain that her parents would be out for the night. Timid but curious, James accepted, unable to resist the allure of finally spending time alone with her. As he walked into the spacious, dimly lit living room, he felt a mix of excitement and trepidation. Amanda was stunning in her casual yet provocative attire—a tight-fitting tank top and shorts that accentuated her curves.

"Take a seat," Amanda said, her voice smooth and commanding. James obeyed, settling onto the plush couch.

"You know, James," she began, sauntering over to him with a predatory grace, "I've noticed how you look at me in the library. You're smart, but you're not very good at hiding things, are you?"

James gulped, his heart pounding. "I-I guess not," he stammered, his nervousness palpable.

"Good," she purred, leaning closer, "because I have a few things I want to explore with you. I think you'll enjoy it, even if you don’t know it yet."

Without another word, she straddled his lap, her proximity making his breath hitch. Her fingers traced along his jawline, sending shivers down his spine. She leaned in, whispering into his ear, "But remember, this is all about what I want. Do you understand?"

James could only nod, his voice caught in his throat. Amanda smiled, a wicked glint in her eyes. She stood up, guiding him to lie flat on the couch. His heart raced as she positioned herself above his face, her bare thighs pressing against his cheeks.

“Open your mouth,” she commanded, her voice leaving no room for hesitation.

James complied, his breath warm against her, his mind a whirl of conflicting emotions. Amanda lowered herself slowly, savoring the anticipation. The moment her slick heat met his eager mouth, she let out a low, satisfied moan. Her hips began to move, grinding against his tongue.

Amanda's dominance was palpable. She directed every movement, pressing down hard, feeling his tongue lap against her folds. The wet sounds of her arousal filled the room, mingling with her breathy moans and his muffled grunts.

"Good boy," she murmured, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure as she rode his face mercilessly. James felt her wetness spread, coating his lips and cheeks.

Each thrust of her pelvis was calculated, unapologetic, and brutally demanding. James felt his air supply being cut off intermittently, her dominance ensuring he was completely at her mercy. His hands instinctively gripped her thighs, not to guide her, but to anchor himself as she controlled him entirely.

Amanda's thoughts were unfiltered and raw. She relished in the power she had over him, the way his struggle only amplified her pleasure. She knew he was suffering, deprived of breath and humiliated, but she didn’t care. His distress was just another layer of excitement to her.

“You know you enjoy this,” she taunted, her voice tinged with derision. “You’re nothing but a toy for my pleasure, aren’t you?”

James could scarcely think, his senses overwhelmed. Her relentless grinding, the wet slick of her arousal, her condescending words—it all blurred into an intense mix of humiliation and arousal. He was too ensnared by her power to comprehend anything beyond the moment.

Amanda's movements grew frenzied, her hips bucking with reckless abandon. She was close, the mounting pressure of an impending orgasm driving her to ride his face with even greater intensity. Each grind was merciless, her only focus on reaching her peak.

James felt his own discomfort pushing his limits, his lungs burning for air. Yet he remained compliant, his submission a testament to her dominance. His humiliation deepened, every muffled protest adding to her pleasure.

Amanda reached her climax with a raw, primal cry, her body shuddering as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She savored every moment, grinding his face into the couch, ensuring she drained every possible drop of satisfaction.

When her trembling finally subsided, she lifted herself off his soaked, gasping face, looking down at him with a satisfied, almost cold smile. James lay there, his face a mess of her wetness, his humiliation palpable.

“Pathetic,” she whispered, reveling in his downfall. She cared nothing for his well-being; his suffering was an afterthought, a minor consequence in her quest for dominance.

Amanda stood up, her sense of power and satisfaction almost intoxicating. She walked away, leaving James to grapple with his humiliation and the raw, undeniable truth of their dynamic. For Amanda, it was a moment of pure, unapologetic dominance—raw, dirty, and profoundly exhilarating.