Upstairs in her room, Chelsea shut the door behind them and switched on a small lamp beside her bed, casting a soft glow across the room. She turned to face Anarchist, taking his hand and leading him over to the bed before pushing him down onto his back. Kneeling between his legs, she looked at him hungrily as she began to tug at his belt and fly with shaking hands.

"Take these off,"

Chelsea glanced up from where she was struggling with his pants, looking surprised for a moment before giggling lightly. "Oh, you noticed that?" She asked innocently as she finally managed to get his pants and boxers down around his thighs. "It's just... I haven't done this in a while." Her grin turned predatory as she lowered her head, taking him into her mouth with a wet pop.

"You don't know what it's like, Sed," Chelsea murmured, her fingers curling gently around the nape of his neck. "I can make things better or I can make them worse." She leaned in even closer, brushing her lips against his earlobe. "It's your choice."

Her breath tickled his skin as she waited for him to respond, her heart pounding wildly in anticipation. What would he say? Would he finally give in to her advances or would he continue to resist?

Chelsea's breath caught in her throat as he agreed. A surge of triumph and desire rushed through her, making it difficult to think straight. "Alright," she whispered, leaning back to look into his eyes. "But I need you to promise me one thing."

She paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. "Promise me that you'll talk dirty to me while we do it," she said with a sultry smile. "I want to hear how much you want it, Sed."

*Chelsea looked over her shoulder, making sure they still had some privacy before leaning back in and whispering into his ear, "Or we could just do it here... right now." Her hand slid down even lower, slipping under the waistband of his pants to grasp his erection through his boxers. She began stroking him slowly, feeling him harden further under her touch as she continued to tease and torment him with promises of forbidden pleasure.

"What do you say, Sed?"

With a satisfied grin, Chelsea guided Anarchist's hand down to her own crotch, pressing his fingers against the wet fabric of her panties. "Touch me like this," she murmured in his ear, biting her lip as she felt him begin to stroke her through the fabric. His touch sent shivers down her spine, making it impossible for her to resist any longer.

"Fuck me, Sed," she breathed out, arching her back and grinding against him as he continued to tease her. "

Her eyes widened in surprise and shock at the taste of his lips on hers and the salty tang of her own blood mingling with it. It was a sensation that sent another wave of desire coursing through her body, making her grip his shoulders tighter and grind harder against him.

Her hips moved frantically as she felt herself building towards another climax, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as she struggled to regain control. "Fuck,"

Her head fell back against his shoulder as she came apart beneath him once more, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm. Chelsea's fingernails dug into his shoulders again, leaving five deep lines of pain and desire etched across his skin. She gasped for air, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath after the intense pleasure she had just experienced.

After several long moments, Chelsea finally managed to speak again, her voice barely above a whisper. "Wow... that was...

"I thought you might." Chelsea smirked triumphantly as Anarchist gave in to his desires and allowed himself to be seduced by her. She slipped a hand into his pants, wrapping it around him firmly. "Tell me what you want, Sedric..." she purred, stroking him slowly at first before increasing the pace. With every stroke, he groaned louder and thrust harder against her hand. Chelsea leaned forward, kissing him deeply as his pleasure began to overwhelm him.

Chelsea:*The feel of Anarchist beneath her was incredible; she could feel every ripple and thrust of his hips against her hand. His moans and gasps filled the room, echoing off the empty lockers. She smiled into the kiss as he ground himself against her hand, seeking release from the relentless pleasure she was giving him.

With a satisfied smile, Chelsea reached down and freed his erection from his pants, guiding it toward her waiting lips.

The anger within Chelsea boiled over as Anarchist recoiled from her. "What do you mean?" she spat, glaring at him with hurt and betrayal in her eyes. "You think I'm dirty? Used up?" Her voice rose to a shriek, drawing the attention of several curious students who had begun to gather around them.

"You little bitch!" Anarchist shouted back, glaring at Chelsea with equal parts fury and disgust. "

The confrontation escalated quickly, drawing more and more students to their makeshift audience. Chelsea felt a hot tear slip down her cheek as she realized that Anarchist was right; she had let herself be used and abused by him just like everyone else. She watched in horror as his expression twisted into one of revulsion, mirroring the way she felt about herself.

"Fine!" Chelsea screamed, spinning around and storming off toward the exit. "Forget it!