You shrug off the and trap him inside

You feign limp weakness as James tries to pull you up the stairs to your apartment. Your body's already shrugging off the effects of whatever **** he gave you. It seems the dose he slipped into your cocktail wasn't quite meant for the metabolism of a New Female. You wonder briefly if the aching erection threatening to rip through your trousers is a side-effect, or if it's just the tingling anticipation of what you're going to do to this stupid boy as soon as the two of you are alone that's making you so very hard. Not that it matters, the end result's the same. You're going to **** him until he's begging for it.

James pulls you up to your door, a moment of impatience flickering across his face as you slump theatrically against his shoulder. Even as toned as he is from all that paddling in the pool, he's clearly struggling with tugging your weight around. If he were a smarter boy, he'd realize just how outmatched that means he is in this pairing. You're quite a bit taller and heavier than he is, with all the muscle you've put on from hard exercise in the gym far outstripping his lithe swimmer's build. He's not even going to know what hits him. You smirk to yourself as he bends over to fumble in your purse, his hand shaking. Getting worried are we, James? No doubt he's scared someone will spot him carrying a limp, helpless woman into her apartment and call the police. Silly boy, he has no idea how afraid he should really be.

"Where the fuck are your keys, you frigid cunt?" He snaps. You just moan tiredly in response. Frigid cunt? Is that what he thinks of you? You want to laugh out loud at the notion, but that would spoil the surprise. You're pretty much the furthest thing from frigid as it's possible to be right now. The silly boy finds your keys at last, fumbling over them until he slips the correct one into your lock. You smirk hungrily as he pulls your door open and drags you inside after him, his eyes flickering anxiously over the passageway. There's a few drops of sweat beading on his brow, and he's breathing harder. He really is nervous! Well, it's too late for second-thoughts now. You have him right where you want him.

As soon as you're both inside with the door shut behind, you stop slumping and dig in your heels. James suddenly finds he can't drag you around after all. His eyes flicker to you, and, under his astonished gaze, you rise to your full height, looming over him by a head or so. The boy is frozen stiff in shock, his hand shaking where he still feebly grips your waist.

"Welcome to my apartment, James." You purr, reaching behind you to slowly, deliberately slip the lock shut.

"What?" He splutters, his hand dropping from your waist. "You're supposed to be...."

"****?" You cut him off with a smirk, watching with amusement as the color drains from his cheeks. "Seems it didn't quite take. Well, I'm still going to fuck you anyway, so no real harm done, right?"

"You...want to?" James stammers, staring blankly at you. It takes him a moment for what you said to properly filter through his silly boy brain, but when it does he straightens and even flashes a cocky grin. There's a lingering nervousness in his posture though, and you catch him glancing at the door behind you. "Okay sure." He shrugs at last. "Didn't think you of all people would like it rough, Ms B. but I can make that work. Let's get to bed and you can start by sucking me off." Oh, this arrogant little shit! He actually thinks he's so attractive you're just going to let him do as he pleases with you, even after he fucking **** you! James reaches out a hand to grab your waist again, but you slap it away. You're aching for the big reveal, in more ways than one. It's time for this little shit to learn just how much trouble he's in.

"Oh, no, you stupid boy." You snap sharply, and he stiffens, drawing back in shock. "I'm not touching your pathetic little cock. Not even once." Your hands dart down to your trousers and you slip the buttons open. Finally James seems to notice the bulge in your crotch and his jaw hits the floor, eyes going as wide as saucers. Relishing his utter shock, you tug your trousers down and panties with them, finally freeing your aching erection. Your cock's so hard it slaps up into your belly, smearing pre-cum all over your nice white shirt. He's still gawping at you as you step out of your boots and let the trousers fall, leaving you standing there half-naked, your massive, throbbing cock bobbing in the air. It's harder than you've ever been, the head purple and swollen with lust. A few drops of pre-cum drool from the tip. "You're the one who's going to be sucking this, boy." You drawl, your voice rumbling with hungry arousal. "Then I'm going to bend you over my bed and shove every inch up your tight little ass. I'm going to fuck you, hard and deep, until you love it, until you're begging for more." You step forward as you speak, and he shrinks away, his frantic gaze darting between your swollen erection and your face. The fear in his eyes is an aphrodisiac like no other, this cocky, arrogant shit reduced to mewling prey with you the hungry predator. "Come on, James." You sneer at him. "Look at what you've done to me." You grab your cock by the base, stroking a hungry hand along the swollen, veiny length. "You can't leave me like this. It's all your fault. Just get on your knees and suck it already."

You wonder how many times he's said similar things to the girls he's seduced, pushing them further than they wanted until he could bed and leave them. Well now it's his turn, and the nice little reversal just adds to your tingling delight. He's sliding back along the wall of the corridor, trying to keep what distance he can between the pair of you. When he's not staring at your cock in horror, he glances over your shoulder at the door, no doubt trying to calculate his odds of slipping past and escaping. Not very high at all, with your body still between him and the door. You can't wait for him to try anyway, so you can really teach him just how weak a boy like him is compared to a horny New Female. When he reaches the door to your bedroom, he pauses, perhaps finally realizing at last he's only been taking himself where you can more comfortably **** him. Straightening, he tries to glare coldly at you, but he's shivering like a leaf, and his eyes just can't stop flickering down to your drooling cock, dribbling pre-cum all over your carpet.

"Let me out already!" He snaps, his voice shaking. When you just keep stalking forward, he tries again, raising his arms between you like he can actually fight you off. "What the fuck are you anyway? One of those futanari freaks!" A flicker of white-hot anger sears through your body, driving your aching arousal to new, boiling heights. You cross the distance between you in a flash and slap him hard across the face. He's sent sprawling over the floor, landing hard in the entrance to your bedroom. Before he can squirm back up, you're on him, slamming a foot into his chest and pinning him to the floor. As he wriggles under your weight like a trapped little mouse, you lean down over him, your cock throbbing hotly above his chest. In a flash, you've seized his tight t-shirt and ripped it off his body, tearing it into two thin strips as he yelps rather shrilly in shock. His slender, toned chest makes you drool. You can't wait to cover it in cum after you fuck his face.

"I really, really hate that word." You growl, glaring down at his naked chest with a mixture of rage and hunger. "Just for that, I'm going to be even rougher with you now."

"Get off me!" He snarls, still trying to sound tough even though his voice is shaking. His hand swats at the foot on his chest, and he tries to push it away, his toned shoulders bulging with all their strength. When your leg doesn't even shift, he goes even paler, perhaps finally realizing just how strong you are compared to him. You slap him again for good measure, his handsome face snapping to one side. When he turns back to stare at you, even that thin veneer of courage has been stripped from him and he just looks afraid. He's breathing really hard now, and you relish the dull helplessness in his eyes. This feels even better than you dreamed! This arrogant little shit of a boy helpless, for you to do with as you please! The rush of white-hot arousal coursing through your body is a thrill like no other.

"You have two choices here." You sneer, leaning down to grab his cheeks in a vicious grip, your fingers digging into his skin. "Either I take you into that bedroom and you can be smart for once, do everything I say, suck my cock, lick my balls and swallow every drop of cum I feed you, and when I fuck your ass later I might decide to ease you into it. Or you can keep being the dumb little shit we both know you are and try to fight me. Then I'm going to really enjoy myself with you. I'll spend a good hour or so just fucking your throat until you're too weak to fight, and when I bend you over afterward I'm going to shove every inch inside you and **** your ass for the rest of the night." He stares up at your face, his eyes dull and terrified. There's a faint flush on his cheeks now, some color returning at last. You frown at the sight, wondering why, but just then a strangled little whimpering noise escapes his trembling lips. That trembling little sound is so sweet it sends a pulse of pleasure all the way through you to the very tip of your swollen cock. "Decide!" You snap, just **** to fuck him now. "Or I'm choosing for you."