Natalie wasn’t sure how she’d gotten herself into this situation, but she didn’t care. Or, rather, was currently uo care. She couldn’t think abut anything besides Sofia. Always fident, always better-than-her Sofia, who stared up with vulnerable blue eyes and practically quaked where she stood.

  “I’ve wahis for so long,” Natalie growled, yanking Sofia’s pants down to her thighs, revealing her white panties. “So, so long.”

  “You did?” the startled response came.

  “Since forever, pretty much.”

  Because Sofia had always had the upper-hand, and finally Natalie did. That had been something she’d been striving for since as long as she knew Sofia. And sure, this wasly how she’d imagined ‘having the upper hand’ to be, but Natalie also wasn’t disappointed. Sofia might be better than her in the sparring ring, but here? In this arena? Natalie could dominate her rival without a problem.

  “Oh,” Sofia said, eyes having gone oddly wide at the words.

  Natalie wasn’t in the right mio analyze the rea—or even notice the strange way Sofia had responded. An absolute disaster of emotions swirled around inside her. Part of her wao go easy on Sofia, to be g ale, since Sofia had admitted this was her first time. Another part of her saw the perfect, unassaible fidehat Sofia always carried around finally broken, and she wao dig deeper and deeper into that vulnerability. Not with hostile i, but instead, to more easily, and more pletely, take her apart.

  Because that was, at least, the one part of her desires that had no dissenting or fused voices. Every part of her wao take Sofia apart. To disassemble her and leave her a shaking, sweating, moaning mess.

  That was hardly a first for Natalie. That type of desire. But not with Sofia—and not in this particur way. The reasons she wao have Sofia as pliable putty in her hands was nothing like her usual.

  First, there was the obvious: Sofia had just spent several minutes insulting her, and insisting that Natalie couldn’t turn her into a quivering mess. She was still fused by much of that versation—Sofia hadn’t been making se she didn’t care right this moment. She’d been challenged, and so naturally, Natalie wao prove h Sofia was.

  The sed was getting to be in the dominant position against Sofia. Natalie eaking the lead in her enters, but it had never been thrilling in this way. The flipping of dynamics. Sofia always came out on top, but here? Here, Natalie could excel to the point of embarrassing her partner—just like Sofia always did. Natalie wasn’t just fident she was better, but Sofia was a plete beginner. It would be ically easy.

  It felt like someone else trolled her body as she pinned Sofia bato the lockers. She ran her hands up and down Sofia’s figure, feeling the curve of her waist, hips, and highs, then further up, her stomad finally her breasts. Underh Sofia’s shirt and bra, Natalie cupped Sofia’s tits, squeezing and feeling her rival up. Her fingers brushed Sofia’s nipples, and the white-haired girl shivered uhe assault, her breath hitg.

  “I’m almost scared I’ll break you,” Natalie said. Sofia’s eyes were locked to Natalie’s, as they had been sihe start. She seemed pletely enthralled. Her breaths came rapidly. “I mean, look how you’re shaking. You sure you’ll make it?”

  The question was half teasing but also half serious. Natalie was delighting in Sofia’s reas, but at the same time, she seemed overwhelmed to put it lightly.

  Sofia swallowed. Natalie almost wondered whether she’d ask Natalie to slow down. Instead, she got the typical arrogance. “You’re not using your three minutes effectively, are you?”

  “That’s because I won’t he full time,” Natalie said, smirking, her hands not moving from Sofia’s tits. She leaned forward and whispered into her ear, “I just wao explore yht, fuckable body first. You know it’s mine if you lose? Mine. A whole week. Whatever I want. And I promise I’ll be making good use of it.”

  Sofia didn’t respond. Instead, the words washed through her, and she shook in pce—a moan even esg her. The part was even more shog. She closed her eyes and tilted her head up, lips parting. Natalie knew what the request meant—subsciously produced or not. Sofia, asking to be kissed. It seemed, again, an instinctive rea. Not at all on purpose.

  And unfortunately, Natalie’s response was also instinctive.

  She kissed Sofia.

  The sensation of her soft lips crashed through her. Natalie had known she’d wahis since forever—to have a vulnerable Sofia in her grasp—but the iy of the want surging inside her surprised her heless. And the iy of Sofia’s reply, just as much. They kissed fervently, sloppily, tasting each other and moaniween each exge.

  Sofia grabbed Natalie’s hips and pulled her closer—though their bodies had already been inches aressed into the irl, Natalie’s cock slid up Sofia’s stomach, betweewo of them, nowhere else to go, and the white-haired girl had to be aware of thick rod pressing into her, but she didn’t react; she kept kissing. In the back of Natalie’s head, she reized that meant Sofia had found out some other way, but such thoughts were a long distance away.

  Sofia’s hand slid dowween them, her palm rubbing into Natalie’s cock, and Natalie moaned into her lips—but was also reminded of her circumstances.

  She extricated herself from Sofia’s mouth, then grabbed each of her wrists and smmed them above her head, the metal lockers she inned against rattling. “Uh-uh,” Natalie chided. “I’m fug you, not the other way around. But ry.”

  Sofia had, admittedly, done a great job distrag her. How long had it been? A minute and a half, at least. Natalie had burhrough her reserves pying with Sofia’s body and basking iaste of her mouth. Still, she wasn’t worried. Natalie was pletely vinced she could take this art in thirty seds in her current state. She was shaking even more than at the start—the kiss had promised her more than Natalie’s toying with her body.

  Natalie finally got to the job at hand. She pressed her palm against Sofia’s stomach, fingers pointed down, then slid, teasingly slow. Inch by inch she closed the distance. Sofia moaned when Natalie’s fingers slipped into her panties—and when Natalie reached her destination, the white-hair girl bucked her hips, needing more pressure. She was, unsurprisingly, drenched. Natalie could have inferred that from her quivering, flushed body, but the proof was just as delightful.

  “Look how wet you are. And for me,” Natalie murmured. She stepped to the side for better positioning, one hand pinning Sofia’s wrists above her head, the other buried into her panties—and with her mouth now whispering hot air into Sofia’s ear. “Look how needy you are. So much talk, but this tells the truth.” She pressed firmly into Sofia’s core, wreng out another loud moan. “I could win whenever I want. But that’s too easy. I want you to ask for it.”

  “Wh-What?”

  “Beg. I know you want it. My fingers inside you. So ask. For your relief. You won’t get it unless you ask.”

  “I—I won’t,” Sofia gasped.

  “You don’t sound so sure about that,” Natalie said, lips quirking. “e on. Give in. Just one word. ‘Please’.” Natalie rubbed tight circles around Sofia, and Sofia’s hips strained forward, desperately trying to get Natalie’s hand more firmly against her. She wiggled side to side, rubbing herself mainst Natalie thaher way around. It made quite the sight, Sofia pihere, flush and sweaty, back arg and hips shaking as Natalie teased her. “One word, and I’ll let you cum.” Natalie nibbled at Sofia’s ear. “And then your hot, fuckable body will be mine for the week. I promise I’ll put it to good use. So be a good girl.”

  “I— I—“

  “One word, princess.”

  “Please,” Sofia gasped. “Please, fuck me.” She struggled against Natalie’s grip. “I . Please.”

  Natalie obliged. She sank two fingers into Sofia and curled.

  The loudest, most obse wrenched from Sofia’s lips, and she whined and thrashed. Her pussy ched against Natalie’s fingers, and the stant quivering turning into ht shaking as her climax ravaged her. She shook her head bad forth, gasping and whining, as Natalie thrust in and out, eagerly w her higher. She didn’t need any slow and coaxing motions; Sofia wao be fucked, and Natalie provided it. Even Natalie was impressed at just hht she’d been—the moment Natalie had entered her, she’d finished. Barely two full seds. Incredible. And such a shaking, twitg climax, w higher and higher with each thrust of her fingers. This girl had really bee up.

  “That’s it, there you go,” Natalie murmured teasingly into her ear. “Let it out. That’s a good girl. Cum for me. You’re doing great.”

  For what felt like a full minute, Sofia twitched and fell apart under Natalie’s thrusting fingers. When her body finally sagged down, pletely drained, Natalie kept her dangling there by her wrists, pinned into the metal lockers.

  Seeing the wreck of a woman, Natalie kissed her on the ned ughed gently into her. “See? Look how easy that was. You really shouldn’t have been so fident.”

  Because now Sofia was hers for the week.

  That opened so many possibilities.