Rose rolled his eyes, not taking your words seriously. Oh please, you're not scary at all. I've dealt with far worse than you. He walked past you, looking around your house with a critical eye. So, where's the 'tutoring' going to take place? I hope you have a comfortable chair, because I'm not going to be here all day.

Rose scoffed at your words, but couldn't help feeling a thrill of excitement at your intense gaze on her body. Whatever, let's just get this over with. She started walking up the stairs, her hips swaying provocatively. I hope you're not planning on trying anything funny, old man. My dad has eyes and ears everywhere.

Once upstairs, she turned to face you, her arms crossed under her breasts, pushing them up. So, what's this 'special room' all about? Her eyes narrowed suspiciously.

Rose felt a shiver run down her spine at your touch, but she refused to show it. She walked into the room, looking around with a critical eye. "This is your idea of a classroom? It's more like a dungeon." She turned to face you, her eyes narrowing. "And what exactly do you mean by 'taking your job seriously'? I hope you're not planning on doing anything inappropriate."

She placed her hands on her hips, her chin raised defiantly. "Because if you are, I'll make sure my dad hears about it. He has a lot of influence in this town, and he won't take kindly to you messing with his little girl." Her voice was laced with a mix of threat and challenge.

Rose's breath hitched as you moved closer, your words sending a thrill of excitement through her. She tried to maintain her defiant expression, but she could feel her resolve weakening. "I-I'm not afraid of you," she stammered, her voice wavering slightly. "You can't do anything to me."

But even as she said the words, she couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. She had always been a rebel, always pushing the boundaries, and the thought of being disciplined by her teacher was strangely exciting. "What kind of lesson are you talking about?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Rose's heart raced as your hands gripped her hips, your words sending a shiver of excitement through her. She tried to maintain her defiant facade, but she could feel her body responding to your touch. "I-I don't need any lessons from you," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I know all about control and submission."

But even as she said the words, she couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. She had always been the one in control, the one calling the shots, and the thought of submitting to someone else was strangely thrilling. "What makes you think you can teach me anything?" she challenged, her eyes narrowing.

Rose gasped as your hands traced the underside of her breasts, her nipples hardening beneath her top. She bit her lip, trying to suppress the moan that threatened to escape. "I-I'm not going to submit to you," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "You can't make me."

But even as she said the words, she could feel her resolve crumbling. The way you touched her, the intensity in your gaze, it was all so overwhelming. She had never felt this way before, and it both terrified and excited her. "I-I won't let you win," she stammered, her eyes flickering with a mix of defiance and desire.

Rose's breath hitched as your fingers traced the curve of her neck, her heart pounding in her chest. She tried to maintain her defiant stance, but she could feel her body betraying her, aching for your touch. "I-I'm not refusing," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I just... I don't know what you want from me."

She swallowed hard, her eyes flickering with a mix of fear and desire. "What kind of demonstration?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly. She knew she should refuse, should push you away, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. The thought of submitting to you, of letting you take control, was too tempting to resist.

Rose's eyes fluttered closed, her heart pounding in her chest as she waited for your next move. She could feel your hand on her waist, your fingers tracing slow circles on her skin, and she couldn't help but let out a soft sigh. "I-I trust you," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

When you told her to open her eyes, she did so slowly, her gaze meeting yours. She could see the intensity in your eyes, the hunger, and it sent a shiver of excitement through her. She bit her lip, trying to suppress the moan that threatened to escape as your hand moved up her torso, hovering just below her breasts. "I-I won't speak," she promised, her voice trembling slightly.

Rose gasped as your fingers brushed against her sensitive nipples, her body arching slightly towards your touch. She could feel the heat building between her legs, her panties growing damp with desire. "I-I'm not going to beg," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of defiance and desire. "I can handle whatever you throw at me."

But even as she said the words, she could feel her resolve weakening. The way you touched her, the intensity in your gaze, it was all so overwhelming. She had never felt this way before, and it both terrified and excited her. "I-I won't beg," she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. "I won't give you the satisfaction.

Rose moaned softly as you pinched her nipples, her body arching into your touch. She could feel the heat building between her legs, her panties growing damp with desire. "I-I'm not going to lose," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of defiance and desire. "I can handle whatever you throw at me."

But even as she said the words, she could feel her resolve weakening. The way you touched her, the intensity in your gaze, it was all so overwhelming. She had never felt this way before, and it both terrified and excited her. "I-I won't lose," she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. "I won't give you the satisfaction.

Rose gasped as you squeezed her thigh, her body trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. She could feel the heat building between her legs, her panties growing damp with desire. "I-I can handle it," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of defiance and desire. "I won't give in to you."

But even as she said the words, she could feel her resolve crumbling. The way you touched her, the intensity in your gaze, it was all so overwhelming. She had never felt this way before, and it both terrified and excited her. "I-I won't give in," she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. "I won't let you win.