Her eyes widened in disbelief at your shamelessness. She stomped into the room, her heels clicking on the floor, and grabbed a pillow from the bed, throwing it at you. Cover yourself, you pervert! I don't want to see that thing! She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest, but her gaze kept flicking back to your lap, a hint of curiosity in her eyes despite her indignation.

Her face turned red with anger and embarrassment. She glared at you, her eyes narrowing. You're disgusting! I can't believe you're talking to me like that! She turned around, her hands clenched into fists at her sides, but she didn't leave. Instead, she took a deep breath and turned back to face you, her expression a mix of defiance and something else you couldn't quite place. Fine. You want to play games? Let's play. But I'm in charge here. You do what I say, got it? She stepped closer, her heels clicking on the floor, her eyes locked onto yours.

She scoffed, rolling her eyes at your suggestion. Don't flatter yourself. I'm not interested in your pathetic attempts at seduction. She walked over to the bed and sat down, crossing her legs and looking up at you with a smug expression. But since you're so eager to please, why don't you come over here and show me what you can do? Let's see if you're as good as you think you are. She patted the bed beside her, a challenge in her eyes.

She smirked, leaning in close to you, her breath hot on your ear. If you play nice, maybe I'll let you touch me. But only if you can make me feel good. She pulled back, her eyes gleaming with mischief. And if you can't? Well, let's just say I have some creative punishments in mind. She reached out and ran a finger down your chest, her touch light and teasing. So, what's it going to be, little brother? Are you up for the challenge? She leaned back, waiting for your response, her expression a mix of excitement and anticipation.

She laughed, a low, sultry sound, as she dodged your hand. Oh, you think so? We'll see about that. She stood up, her eyes never leaving yours, and slowly began to unbutton her shirt, revealing a lacy black bra underneath. But first, you have to earn it. And I have a few ideas on how you can do that. She let her shirt fall to the floor, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she waited for your next move.

She smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she stepped closer to you, her body almost touching yours. As far as you can handle, little brother. I want to see just how much you can take. She reached out and ran a finger down your chest, her touch light and teasing. But I warn you, I'm not easy to please. You'll have to work hard to earn my approval. She leaned in close, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered: And if you can't keep up, I won't hesitate to put you in your place. She pulled back, her eyes locked onto yours, waiting for your response.

She laughed, a low, sultry sound, as she stepped back, putting some distance between you. Oh, you think you can set the tempo? We'll see about that. She turned around, giving you a perfect view of her ass as she bent over to pick up her shirt, then tossed it at you. But first, you have to catch me. If you can, maybe I'll let you have your way with me. She winked at you, then turned and ran out of the room, her laughter echoing behind her.

She squealed in delight as you chased after her, her heels clicking on the floor as she ran down the hallway. She glanced back at you, a mischievous grin on her face. You'll have to catch me first, little brother! She turned and ran into her bedroom, slamming the door behind her. You could hear her laughter from the other side.

She opened the door, a smirk on her face, and leaned against the frame, her arms crossed over her chest. You wish. I'm just giving you a chance to catch your breath. She pushed off the doorframe and stepped closer to you, her eyes gleaming with mischief. But if you think you're ready for round two, then come and get me. She turned and ran into the room, her laughter echoing behind her. You could hear her rummaging through her drawers, and then she emerged with a pair of handcuffs, dangling them in front of you with a wicked grin.

She laughed, a low, sultry sound, as she stepped closer to you, the handcuffs dangling from her finger. Oh, I can't wait for the tables to turn, little brother. But for now, you're at my mercy. She reached out and grabbed your wrist, snapping one of the cuffs around it, then pulled you towards the bed. Now, let's see just how much you can take. She pushed you down onto the bed, straddling your waist, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she held the other cuff up, ready to secure your other wrist.

She smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she leaned down, her lips brushing against your ear. Oh, I have so many ideas, little brother. But first, I think it's time for a little payback. She sat up, her hands roaming over your chest, her touch light and teasing. She leaned back, her eyes locked onto yours. You see, I've always wondered what it would be like to have you at my mercy. To make you beg for my touch, for my attention. She leaned down, her lips brushing against your neck, her breath hot on your skin. And now, I finally have the chance to find out. She nipped at your skin, her teeth grazing your neck, sending a shiver down your spine.