Torture. This is the literal definition of torture.
Things had been awkward for me since her boyfriend almost caught me with my hand inside her, but she hadn't been any different. If anything she'd been worse. Intentionally spilling drinks on me, Laughing at me whenever I said anything sincere. You knew what you were doing. This time though you encouraged him to go out, to leave us alone. He always had a reason not to. Your behaviour got worse. You "accidentally" let me catch you in a towel after your shower. You brushed your ass against me when you walked past me. I'd had enough. One morning he went out while you were still sleeping. I waited for his car to pull away and went to your bedroom. You were still asleep. Perfect. I woke you up by slapping you between your legs. I pulled your panties to the side and spat in your face before I forced myself inside you. You went to kiss me, but I pushed you flat on your back and slapped you. "Don't you fucking dare kiss me". The command caused you to try again, so I place my palm over your face and pushed you back down. Holding your head down on the bed I thrust deep inside you. Slow, deliberate strokes. I want you to feel every inch of me. I want you to see how hard I am for you. You've given me no choice but to do this. I hate you. I demand you rub your clit for me as I move inside you. Still slow. Still deep. You're so wet for me that I want to go faster, but I won't give you the satisfaction. I can hear you gasping beneath my palm, can feel the rapid breaths and moans under my hand. You're rubbing yourself faster now, desperate, legs clinging to me as you try to find release. When you're so close that your hips are bucking beneath me, I stop, and let go of your face. I look at your eyes as I stroke myself and shoot all over your dripping wet cunt. Brats don't get to cum.