Alexander
It’s been two weeks since I went a bit too far with my little pet. I fear that what once was a clear cut dynamic between a bully and victim is becoming blurred and tainted by my sick desires.
Natalya’s expression when I turned away was one of pure heartache, and I hated it. I should have delighted in her pain, but it made that odd guilt twist my gut again. The sexual aspect is making lines blur, and I realize that if I don’t get a handle on my urges with her, things could turn ugly.
Since then, I’ve kept my cock in my pants and my hands to myself, and verbally humiliating her as I normally would.
Natalya is more tense around me than ever, no doubt anticipating another moment like the one in the library. No matter how much I try to scrub that encounter from my mind, I can’t. Half the time it’s all I can fucking think about and I want to do it again, which makes me hate myself.
“Hey Alexander, hold up,” Rizzo shouts.
I turn to face him. “Hey, what’s up?”
“I’m going insane and need to get out for a night. You up for town tonight?”
I smirk. “It’s about time someone suggested it.” I clap him on the shoulder. “Count me in. I’ll make the arrangements.”
“Awesome,” he says, running a hand through his hair. “This place can be so fucking small.”
I nod. “Tell me about it. Who you inviting?”
He shrugs. “The usual crew, that alright?”
“Yeah, I’m going to invite Natalya too and her friends.”
His brow furrows. “What? The girl you spend every fucking day tormenting?”
“That’s the one.”
He looks confused, but he doesn’t question me. After our punch up in Luigi’s class, he’s learned to respect me instead. “Fair enough.” He glances at his watch. “I’ve got physical education with Daniels now. What you got?”
“Free period,” I say, shrugging. “I think I’ll head to the library.”
His eyebrows hitch toward his hairline. “You didn’t strike me as the library kind of guy.”
I laugh. “No, but Natalya is always in there for this period.”
He shakes his head. “You have an unhealthy obsession with that girl.”
I growl, and he holds his hands up. “Sorry, but it’s true.”
I punch him playfully in the ribs. “Don’t make me hurt you, Bianchi.”
He smirks and then dashes off down the corridor. “You’d have to catch me, but then you may miss your girlfriend.” He disappears around the corner and I make a mental note to make him pay for that as I continue toward the library.
Natalya will refuse the invitation initially, but I’ll make it clear she has no choice.
The idea of getting my little pet off school grounds excites me, as it means I’ll have free rein with her.
I enter the library, which is busy at this time. It always is during school hours, but when Natalya and I were in here together, it was after dinner and quiet.
It’s not hard to find Natalya, as she sits at her usual desk in the corner, reading alone.
I smirk and march over to her, pulling out a chair before she even notices me.
When I sit, her eyes widen and her back turns as straight as a fucking rod.
“What are you doing here?”
I tilt my head. “It’s the school library. I can be in here whenever I want.” I slowly slide the tip of my tongue over my bottom lip. “I have some very fond memories of you up on the mezzanine in this library.”
Her eyes narrow. “Well, they’re not fond memories for me.”
“No? I think you enjoyed yourself a little too much, if I remember rightly.” I lean close to her and lower my voice. “Your virgin pussy was so fucking wet.”
Her lips purse and I notice the desire in her eyes. “Cut the crap. What do you want?”
I shake my head. “Now, that’s no way to speak to the man that owns you, is it?”
Her throat bobs as she swallows hard. “What do you want, sir?” she asks, a hint of sarcasm in her voice, but I let it slide.
“That’s more like it.” I move my chair closer to hers, which makes her tense more. “You and your little friends are coming out with me and my friends tonight.”
Her brow furrows. “What?”
“You heard me. I want you there, and it’s non-negotiable.”
“How am I supposed to explain that to my friends?”
I tilt my head. “It’s not my fault you are lying to them all. If you were such good friends with them, you’d tell them the truth.”
Her nostrils flare and cheeks turn a dark red. “You know I can’t do that, no matter how much I trust my friends.” She shakes her head. “The information you are holding over me is too dangerous.”
I tap my fingers on the table in front of us. “Is that right? Well, you’ll have to convince them to come.” I shrug. “It’s not my problem, it’s yours.”
It still gives me a rush, having this power over her. I can’t seem to quit it and knowing she has no choice but to go along with it only makes it that much more intoxicating.
“Fine,” she says.