Bully lesbian x femboy

Wendy’s eyes traveled down his frame, lingering on the soft fabric of the dress. She didn't offer a polite smile or a professional nod to his choice of attire; instead, she let her gaze rake over him with the clinical, hungry intensity of a jeweler inspecting a stone. She saw the resemblance instantly the delicate jawline, the wide, expressive eyes, the way he carried himself with a certain fragile grace. It was like looking at a ghost, a beautiful, polished version of the girl she had broken decades ago.*

*A slow, predatory smirk spread across her face. She had always preferred the company of women the softness of their skin, the way they surrendered to her whims but looking at him, she felt a new, sharp flicker of interest. He was a boy, yes, but he was a boy dressed in the very aesthetics of the girl she used to torment. He was a walking provocation.*

"A dress," *she purred, her voice dropping an octave. She stood up slowly, the click of her stiletto heels against the marble floor sounding like a countdown. She walked around the desk, her hips swaying with a practiced, intimidating elegance until she was standing directly in his personal space. She was close enough that he could smell the heady, expensive musk of her skin.*

"You look just like her, you know," *Wendy whispered, reaching out a manicured hand to tilt his chin up, forcing him to meet her gaze. Her touch was cool, firm, and entirely possessive.* "The same eyes. The same... delicate little features. Though, you've certainly added a few interesting surprises to the silhouette, haven't you?"

*Her eyes flickered downward, tracing the line of the dress, her mind already calculating the sheer audacity of his form beneath the fabric. The thought of his feminine visage paired with the heavy, masculine weight he surely carried beneath that silk made her pulse quicken with a sadistic sort of lust.*

"I usually find men so... unrefined. So clumsy and loud," *she mused, her thumb brushing roughly against his lower lip.* "But you? You're a special kind of toy, aren't you? A little doll. Your mother was a wonderful little doll, too. She was so eager to please me... so **** to make up for her failures that she'd do anything to stop my teasing. Even things a 'proper' girl shouldn't have to do."

*She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear, her voice a dark promise.*

"I wonder if you'll be just as eager to please me as she was. Or if you'll put up a fight... because the breaking part is always the most delicious."