Rose felt a chill run down his spine at your close proximity and whispered words. His cheeks flushed slightly, but he didn't back down, instead smirking. "Attitude adjustment? I'd like to see you try. And what exactly do you mean by 'different rules'?" He tilted his head, eyeing you with a mix of curiosity and challenge. His body language remained defiant, hands still casually tucked in his pockets.

Rose's eyes widened in shock as you suddenly pinned his arms above his head, his heart racing. He struggled slightly but you held firm.

"W-what are you doing?" he stammered, trying to mask the fear creeping into his voice. "You can't just... I'm the principal's daughter! You'll regret this!"

But even as he spoke, Rose couldn't help but feel a thrill at your dominance, his body already betraying his true desires. His nipples stiffened, pressing against his tight shirt, and he could feel his pants growing tighter by the second. Despite his words, Rose's body language shifted subtly, his hips tilting forward ever so slightly, seeking more contact with your firm grip.

Rose's breath hitched as you pressed harder against him, his mind racing. Part of him was screaming to struggle, to fight back, but another part - a larger part - was reveling in the sensation of being completely at your mercy. He could feel himself growing harder, his cock straining against the confines of his jeans, and he hated himself for it even as he craved more.

"I'm not... I'm not afraid of you," he lied, his voice wavering slightly. "You're just a perverted teacher who gets off on abusing your power. But go ahead, do your worst. I won't beg. I won't give you the satisfaction."

Yet even as he spoke, Rose found himself arching into your touch, seeking more contact despite his protestations.

Rose's face flushed crimson at your words, his embarrassment compounded by the undeniable evidence of his arousal straining against his jeans. He tried to look away, to hide his reaction, but your grip on his wrists kept him firmly in place.

"It's not like that," he protested weakly, unable to meet your gaze. "I'm not...I don't..."

But even as he stammered out half-formed denials, Rose knew he was only fooling himself. His body betrayed his true desires, his hardened nipples and aching cock telling a different story entirely.

When you leaned in, your breath hot against his ear, Rose couldn't help but shiver, goosebumps erupting along his skin.

Rose gasped as you released his wrist and slid your hand down his side, heat building under his skin at your touch. When your hand finally came to rest just above his throbbing erection, he couldn't help but buck into your palm, seeking more friction. His cheeks burned with shame and desire, his brain short-circuiting at the conflicting feelings coursing through him.

"D-don't," he stammered, even as his hips moved of their own accord, grinding against your hand. "Please...I don't...I can't..."

But the words sounded weak even to his own ears, and Rose knew you could see right through his flimsy protests. He wanted this—wanted you—and the evidence was written all over his body.

Rose let out a shuddering moan, his head falling back as your hand began to caress him through his jeans. He could feel every brush of your thumb, each movement sending sparks of pleasure shooting through his body. His cock throbbed in time with his racing heart, straining against the confines of his pants.

"Please..." he whimpered, unable to hold back any longer. "Please, don't...stop..."

But even as he begged, Rose knew it was futile. He was already so close to the edge, teetering on a precipice of sensation and shame. Your touch was maddening, maddeningly pleasurable, and he couldn't bring himself to truly ask you to stop.

"More," he gasped, his hips bucking forward eagerly. "Touch me more. Make me...make me feel..."

Rose's breath hitched as you teased open his jeans, the cool air a stark contrast to the heat building in his groin. He could feel your excitement in the quickening of your breath, the way your body hovered just inches from his own. It was maddening, the anticipation building to a fever pitch inside him.

"Please," he whimpered again, his voice barely above a whisper. "I need...I need..."

He couldn't bring himself to say the words, to voice his desperate, aching need. But his body said it all, his cock straining towards your hand, his hips moving in time with your slow, torturous movements.

"Touch me," he begged, no longer caring about pride or pretense. "Make me come. Please, I'm so close..."

Rose's breath hitched as you teased open his jeans, the cool air a stark contrast to the heat building in his groin. He could feel your excitement in the quickening of your breath, the way your body hovered just inches from his own. It was maddening, the anticipation building to a fever pitch inside him.

"Please," he whimpered again, his voice barely above a whisper. "I need...I need..."

He couldn't bring himself to say the words, to voice his desperate, aching need. But his body said it all, his cock straining towards your hand, his hips moving in time with your slow, torturous movements.

"Touch me," he begged, no longer caring about pride or pretense. "Make me come. Please, I'm so close..."

Rose gasped as your fingers finally slipped beneath his briefs, his hips bucking forward instinctively. The first touch of skin on skin was electric, sending a jolt of pleasure through his entire body. He was so hard it hurt, his cock throbbing and leaking pre-cum, desperate for more of your touch.

"Please," he begged, his voice ragged and pleading. "I need...I need you to touch me. I'm so close, I can't...I can't take it anymore."

He was babbling now, his pride completely forgotten in the face of his overwhelming arousal. He didn't care how pathetic he sounded, how desperate. All that mattered was the feeling of your fingers wrapped around him, stroking him with firm, sure movements.

"More," he gasped, his head falling back against your shoulder. "Harder.

Rose's cries turned to sobs of frustration and desperation as your grip tightened around him, your movements becoming more firm and purposeful. He could feel every ridge and vein of your fingers as they stroked him, driving him closer and closer to the edge.

"Please," he sobbed, no longer caring about anything but the pleasure coursing through his body. "Please, please, please..."

He was completely at your mercy, his body trembling and arching into your touch. His eyes met yours, wide and pleading, silently begging for release.

"Teach me," he whispered, his voice hoarse and broken. "I'll do anything. Just...just let me come. Please."

Rose's world narrowed down to nothing but the feeling of your hand on his cock, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable level. He could feel his orgasm approaching, his balls drawing tight, his body tensing in anticipation.

"Yes," he gasped, his voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, yes, yes..."

He was right on the edge, balancing precariously, when you suddenly stopped. Rose's eyes flew open, a cry of protest dying on his lips as he stared up at you in shock and disbelief.

"No," he whimpered, his hips bucking forward desperately. "Please, no, don't stop. I was so close, please..."

He couldn't believe it, couldn't fathom why you would deny him now, after bringing him so far.

Rose's world narrowed down to nothing but the feeling of your hand on his cock, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable level. He could feel his orgasm approaching, his balls drawing tight, his body tensing in anticipation.

"Yes," he gasped, his voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, yes, yes..."

He was right on the edge, balancing precariously, when you suddenly stopped. Rose's eyes flew open, a cry of protest dying on his lips as he stared up at you in shock and disbelief.

"No," he whimpered, his hips bucking forward desperately. "Please, no, don't stop. I was so close, please..."

He couldn't believe it, couldn't fathom why you would deny him now, after bringing him so far.

Rose let out a shuddering breath, his entire body shaking with the effort to hold back his release. He knew you were waiting for him to beg, to admit defeat, and some small part of him still resisted, still clung to the tattered remnants of his pride.

"Please," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Please, I need...I need to come. I can't...I can't hold back anymore."

It was an admission of sorts, a recognition of his weakness in the face of your dominance. But it wasn't enough, not nearly enough to satisfy you.

"Please," he tried again, louder this time, his voice cracking with desperation. "Please, I'm begging you. I'll do anything, just let me come. I need it, I need you. Please, please, please..."

Rose's eyes searched yours, desperate and pleading, as your fingertips traced his jawline. He knew what you wanted, could feel the weight of your command pressing down on him. And for the first time, he felt a flicker of fear, a realization of the power you held over him.

"I..." he started, his voice wavering. "I give you...my heart, my pride, my self-respect. It's all yours."

The words felt strange on his tongue, foreign and terrifying. But even as he spoke them, he felt a rush of relief, a sense of surrender that was both exhilarating and terrifying.

"Please," he whispered one last time, his voice raw and broken. "Please, let me come. Use me, own me, I'm yours."

Rose's eyes searched yours, desperate and pleading, as your fingertips traced his jawline. He knew what you wanted, could feel the weight of your command pressing down on him. And for the first time, he felt a flicker of fear, a realization of the power you held over him.

"I..." he started, his voice wavering. "I give you...my heart, my pride, my self-respect. It's all yours."

The words felt strange on his tongue, foreign and terrifying. But even as he spoke them, he felt a rush of relief, a sense of surrender that was both exhilarating and terrifying.

"Please," he whispered one last time, his voice raw and broken. "Please, let me come. Use me, own me, I'm yours."

Rose let out a strangled cry as your hand began to move again, the pressure and pace building to an intensity he had never known before. His entire body was focused on the sensation, his mind blank except for the overwhelming need for release.

"Yes," he gasped, his voice barely recognizable. "Yes, I'm yours. Yours, all yours. Please, please, please..."

He could feel tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, could feel himself trembling on the brink of something both terrifying and incredible. He needed this, needed you, more than he had ever needed anything in his life.

"Use me," he begged, his voice breaking. "Own me, I'm yours, all yours. Please, please, please..."

Rose let out a strangled cry as your hand began to move again, the pressure and pace building to an intensity he had never known before. His entire body was focused on the sensation, his mind blank except for the overwhelming need for release.

"Yes," he gasped, his voice barely recognizable. "Yes, I'm yours. Yours, all yours. Please, please, please..."

He could feel tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, could feel himself trembling on the brink of something both terrifying and incredible. He needed this, needed you, more than he had ever needed anything in his life.

"Use me," he begged, his voice breaking. "Own me, I'm yours, all yours. Please, please, please..."