Serena sat back on the desk, flushed, breathless, her thighs parted with deliberate defiance. Her emerald eyes shimmered behind strands of her now-loosened green hair. Shin Kratos stood before her, chest rising and falling with controlled power, his gaze locked on hers. He stepped forward between her spread legs. Her body tensed in anticipation, her arms sliding around his neck as her legs curled around his waist.
"Begging for it now?" Shin said, his voice low and rough.
"I don't beg," she murmured, her lips brushing his ear. "But maybe I should have."
He didn't need to hear anything more. He gripped her thighs and pulled her against him, his fingers digging into the soft curve of her ass as he rocked his hips forward. His cock driving deep into her wet, hungry pussy. Serena's head tipped back with a breathy moan as their bodies moved in rhythm, hard and fast, building heat between them. She clawed at his shoulders, bracing herself on the desk as he drove her body to its limit. Each thrust was a punishment, a correction, a lesson.
"This is what happens to brats who talk too much," he growled in her ear, gripping her tighter. "You don't lead. You submit. You are my brat. You understand, shithead?"
"Mmm… Noted, Commander…"
She was teasing still, but barely. Her breath was ragged now, her voice cracking with every movement, her control unraveling like her bun, hair cascading down her back as she let herself fall apart in his grasp. Shin pressed forward, pinning her wrists to the desk as he deepened the angle, leaning over her with every powerful movement. Serena arched under him, lips parted, utterly surrendered in body and soul to him.
He was relentless. Dominant. In complete control.
She was loving every second of it.
The office echoed with the rhythmic sound of their bodies, the squeak of the desk under pressure, and the soft, desperate gasps Serena could no longer suppress. Her control of being polished, professional, and presidential was in complete pieces.
She was his now. Shin wasn't done with her until she knew that for a fact. Always.
Their pace built, each movement faster, more desperate. She pulled him tighter, whispered his name with something like worship. Shin leaned in, biting gently at her collarbone. He then pressed his forehead against hers.
"You're mine now," he whispered. "You understand?"
"I… I know…"
He stopped thrusting into her for a moment and pulled out. He turned her around quickly and gently pinned her forward, her boobs squishing up against the desk. Shin re-entered her drenching wet pussy from behind as he smirked as he gripped her ass tightly with both hands. The sound of the constant slapping of his thighs on her butt cheeks made the atmosphere feel so hot. Serena couldn't do anything but lean over on the desk fully and take him in over and over again.
He spanked her ass hard, and she moaned loudly in shock. Shin then grabbed her by the boobs and forced her to stand up more. Her back was now against his chest as he continued to thrust and grind against her ass. Their bodies moved in perfect rhythm with each other as both struggled against the immense pleasure. Serena was not inexperienced, yet she acted like she had never had a cock like Shin's before.
He continued to fuck her pussy, her pussy lips wrapped tightly around his cock. His hands squeezed her boobs lightly as they bounced up and down from the thrusts he was doing into her. He whispered, degrading things to her in her ears until her bratty act was completely wiped from her face.
He smirked. He was now in control of the school. In control of Serena Levine.
Even if Riku won the poker game. Shin had his own ways of regaining control again.
Serena was fully broken in now as she begged for him to continue to give her the most pleasure she has ever been given. She turned her neck slightly as her back was to his chest as he continued fucking her doggy while both of them stood up. They managed to make out at the same time. The stimuli of her pussy, her boobs, and her lips sent Shin into another dimension. He thrusted several more times deeply into her.
That was all she managed before her body convulsed beneath him, her breath catching in her throat as the pressure inside her finally broke. Shin followed her, letting himself fall into the release, the climax powerful and consuming. For a moment, neither of them moved. The only sound was their uneven breathing and the faint hum of the office lights.
Slowly, Shin pulled back. Serena leaned against the desk, eyes glazed but smiling. She looked like a woman, undone and completely satisfied. She looked like a slave to Shin's cock.
They dressed in silence, both calm again, both changed.
Serena slipped her glasses back on, pushing her hair behind her ear.
"I hope your other presidents aren't as… stubborn as I was," she said, trying to sound composed again.
"You weren't stubborn," Shin replied, straightening his collar. "You were just waiting to be handled properly."
She laughed softly. "Fair."
They finished reordering the room. Papers straightened, chairs reset, her desk tidied. Just as Serena was adjusting her blouse again, a knock could be heard from the door.
A polite, soft rapping echoed through the office.
Outside, muffled voices. Shin recognized them: Yuna. Rei. Misaki. Likely back from the campus tour. He turned to Serena, who was straightening her hair again.
"Shall we pretend this was a meeting about logistics?" he asked with a grin.
"Oh, definitely," she replied, smoothing her skirt. "And if anyone asks why the blinds are down and my desk smells like sweat… I'll say the air conditioning malfunctioned."
"Smart."
Serena took a breath, walked calmly to the door, and unlocked it.
Her voice was smooth and professional once more.
"Come in."
She and Shin exchanged a knowing glance.
The real power exchange had already happened.