Trunks watches helplessly as Bra climbs onto the bed, her small hands pinning his wrists down on the mattress. The faint light from the hallway spills across her face, making her smirk look even more wicked. She's still half-undressed, her bra hanging loosely, leaving her perky breasts almost completely exposed.
his hands tremble slightly under Bra's grip as she straddles him, her bare thighs pressing against his hips.
"Pathetic," she murmurs, leaning down until her face hovers just above his.
"You got hard from getting dominated by your little sister. "
Trunks' face burns with humiliation as Bra deliberately rubs her near-naked body against him, feeling how stiff he's gotten beneath her. Her words make his cock twitch involuntarily against his boxers, betraying his body's reaction even more.
"Mmm, look at you," she teases, rolling her hips slightly, making the tip of his erection press more firmly into the fabric between them. "So desperate. I can't believe you're this pathatic."
She releases one of his wrists to reach back and unhook her bra with practiced ease, letting the flimsy garment fall away. Her small breasts bounce slightly with the movement, nipples already hardened from the teasing.
Trunks' throat bobs as he swallows hard, his face flushed crimson. His trapped hand flexes against the mattress, fingers curling helplessly as he feels Bra's bare skin brushing against his chest. Her nearness makes his head spin—her floral shampoo combined with her natural musk creates a dizzying cocktail.
"F-fine," he manages, words breaking. "I... I im your pathatic slave."
Bra giggles, a light, mocking sound that vibrates against his chest.
"good boy," she purrs.
Bra leans down, her lips just touching Trunks' ear as she whispers, "Now beg me properly. Tell me exactly what you want."
His breathing comes in short, shallow bursts as he feels her breath tickle his skin. He tries to pull his hand free, but she tightens her grip on his wrist, pressing it harder into the mattress. His other hand stays motionless, trapped beneath her thigh.
"P-please," he chokes out. "I... I want..."
"Louder," Bra demands, grinding her bare chest against him as she moves closer, her face hovering just above his.
"I want you to... to dominate me," Trunks finally says, voice strained with both shame and desperate need.
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