Revenge on the Bully ( Sixth Scene ) La Vendetta Sul Bullo ( Sesta Parte )
As Rey and Ita stood face to face in his dimly lit hallway, the tension between them hung heavy in the air. Rey had been waiting for this moment for years, ever since their school days when she was mercilessly teased and bullied by Ita and his friends. Now, she was ready to exact her revenge.
With a mischievous grin spreading across her face, Rey slowly began to unbutton the crisp white shirt she wore. Ita's eyes widened in anticipation as he watched her reveal a black lace bra beneath. Rey's confidence soared as she saw the look of awe on Ita's face.
"You're beautiful," he whispered, his voice trembling with excitement.
Rey smirked, "And you're going to worship my feet, aren't you?"
Ita nodded eagerly, unable to believe his luck. He had only hoped to kiss those beautiful feet he had seen in pictures, but now it seemed his dreams were about to come true.
As Rey stepped out of her shoes, revealing her bare feet, Ita fell to his knees in front of her. He couldn't resist the urge to inhale deeply, savoring the sweet scent of her footwear. Rey chuckled softly, enjoying the show of submission from her former tormentor.
"You're such a pathetic man," she teased, "always living for the little feet of a girl."
Ita hung his head in shame, unable to deny the truth of her words. He had always been weak in the presence of women, especially those with petite figures like Rey's.
"Please," he whispered, his voice shaking with need, "let me kiss your feet."
Rey considered his request for a moment before nodding her head. As Ita leaned in to press his lips against her soft, smooth skin, she felt a surge of power course through her veins. It was an indescribable feeling, knowing that she held the key to his pleasure – and his pain.
"That's a good boy," she purred, running her fingers through his hair. "Now, let's see how well you worship a woman's bare feet."
With that, Rey began to remove her shoes, one by one. Ita watched in awe as each shoe joined the pile on the floor, revealing more of her delicate feet. He couldn't believe his luck – to be in the presence of such beauty, to be allowed to worship her every inch.
As Rey stepped out of her final shoe, Ita's heart skipped a beat. There they were, right in front of him – two perfect little feet, bare and vulnerable. He hesitated for a moment, wondering if he dared to take things further.
"What are you waiting for?" Rey asked, her voice laced with impatience. "Don't you want to taste my feet?"
Without waiting for a reply, Rey lifted her right foot and placed it gently on his lips, holding it there for a moment before pulling it away. Ita couldn't resist the temptation any longer. He opened his mouth eagerly, letting out a soft moan as he tasted the sweet nectar of her foot.
"That's it," Rey whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. "Taste me. Worship me."
As Ita's tongue darted out to explore every inch of Rey's foot, she felt a surge of power unlike anything she'd ever experienced. She was in control, and Ita was at her mercy.
Rey smiled to herself, knowing that this was just the beginning. There was so much more she could do to make Ita beg for her attention, to plead for her foot's touch. And she planned on taking her time, enjoying every moment of his undivided devotion.
