No Way!

"You better start being nicer to me, or I may do this to you on Monday at school in front of everyone..." Sanah threatened.

The realization hit me like a freight train—my friends would never let me live this down. Kyle would howl laughing, Jake would snap a picture, and by Monday morning, the entire school would know I got manhandled by Sanah fucking Rizvi. My stomach twisted. "You wouldn't," I hissed, jerking my wrists uselessly.

Sanah's grin turned positively feral as she leaned down, her breath warm against my ear. "Oh, I absolutely would." Her voice dropped to a whisper, dripping with faux sympathy. "Poor baby. What'll everyone say when they find out you couldn't even wiggle free from a girl?" She punctuated the last word by pressing her full weight down, knocking the air from my lungs again.

Below her, I clenched my jaw so hard my teeth ached. The worst part? She was right—I couldn't buck her off. Every squirm just made her tighten her thighs around my hips, her stupid cat leggings wrinkling as she adjusted her grip. "You're such a fucking brat," I spat, but my voice cracked mid-insult, ruining the effect.

Above me, Sanah threw her head back and laughed, the sound bright and victorious. "And yet," she mused, shifting just enough to make my breath hitch, "here you are. Pinned. By a brat." Her eyes glittered with something dangerous—something that made my pulse stutter. "Guess that makes you my brat now, huh?"

The sheer audacity of that statement made my ears burn. "You—" I started, but Sanah cut me off with a squeeze of her thighs, pressing me deeper into the couch.

"Oh my god," she gasped between giggles, "imagine if I just—" She leaned in, her lips brushing my ear. "Made you follow me everywhere at school. Like, what if I demanded you carry my books?" Her hips rocked forward slightly, just enough to make my throat go dry. "Or—or what if I made you fetch my lunch like some kind of loyal puppy?" She dissolved into laughter again, her whole body shaking with it.

I twisted my wrists, trying to break free, but Sanah's grip was like iron. "You wouldn't dare," I growled, but my voice came out embarrassingly thin. She just hummed, tapping her fingers against my pulse point like she could already feel my heartbeat spiking.

"Oh, I dare," she whispered. Her knee nudged further between my thighs, and my breath hitched. "You'd be so red. Everyone would see. They'd know." Her grin widened as she watched my face—watched the way my throat bobbed when she rolled her hips down just slightly. "And the best part? You wouldn't even be able to stop me."

Her grip shifted. One hand kept my wrists pinned while the other slid down my arm, fingers trailing slow and deliberate, like she was savoring every tremor she pulled from me. "So," she murmured, her breath hot against my jaw, "here's your choice: you can be my doting boyfriend—buy me coffee, carry my books, hold my hand, just absolutely adore me—or..." For just a single second that irritating smirk disappeared and was replaced with a scowl "You can be my obedient little puppy, and I'll make sure everyone knows why you follow me without a single thought of resistance."