He didn’t; I remember that.
I wonder if he was smoking then. If the stress of the game became too much for him and he almost killed himself for it, like he’s doing now.
“What about it?”
I shake my head at him. “It was stupid then and it’s stupid now.”
His fist tightens in my hair and he finally puts his other hand on me. On my ass; he loves my ass. Or at least, he loves spanking it and worrying and plumping the flesh.
Arrow pulls at my cheek. Hard. “Excuse me?”
But I don’t get deterred; I pull at his sweaty hair in response. “You were and you are.”
“We won that game.”
I know. I was there. He doesn’t know it but still.
“So? Winning doesn’t mean you kill yourself for it. If that’s what you’re doing all the time, all this stress and all this pressure, then how do you enjoy it? The game that you love so much.”
“I don’t play to enjoy the game. I play to win it.”
“So what do you do when you want to have fun?”
“I fuck you.”
I clench my thighs. “So are you going to?”
“Is that why you crawled over to me? All naked and pretty. Because you want to get fucked?”
My channel is pulsing at his rough tone. “Yes. But also to stop you.”
“From killing myself.”
“Yes.” I pull at his hair again. “Because if you wanna kill yourself, I’ll die with you too. Remember?”
His fingers on my body tighten and tighten to the point where it hurts so deliciously. “You’re a goddamn pain in my ass.”
“But will you still kiss me?” I ask, all shy and pretty like a good girl.
And he does.
He kisses me and then he fucks me on the floor and I spread my legs as far as they go and arch my back. I let him take out all his frustration on my body as he grinds into me with his big, fat cock.
But that’s not all he needs me for.
He also needs me to slip sexy little notes into his mailbox at St. Mary’s.
Because the other day, he ordered me to stop or I’m risking being caught flirting with the coach. Not to mention, it’s his rule that he won’t do anything on the school grounds.
Please.
Obviously, I break both his rules so he can break them too, and see that the world doesn’t fall apart when he does.
So I send him little notes about how much I need him and I keep sending them untilhesends for me. When I get there, wearing my mustard-colored skirt and my hair tied up in a braid, I find him sitting in his throne-like chair.
He tells me to lock the door first.
Then he tells me to untie my hair and when I do that, he commands, “Show me.”
