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“
Well, it
doesn't matter now. It's over,” I said with a sigh.

“
You shouldn't
stop seeing Damien just because things didn't work out with Chase,”
Tanya told me.

“
I just . . .
don't want to fall in love with him.”

“
Yeah. That
would be a mistake,” Vinny agreed. “The guy has probably
banged half the school. I used to know this other girl who said she
slept with him too.”

Jealousy shot
through me with fiery green rage.

“
How long ago
was that?” I asked.

“
Last year
sometime. She didn't say anything about lessons, just that she was
sleeping with him. She graduated already.”

Was she blonde? I
wondered. That girl in the sex video with him perhaps? What did it
matter? He wasn't mine anyway.

“
I need to
go,” I grumbled, standing up, my mood completely soured.

“
Awww, so
early?” Tanya whined. “It's the weekend, Chey Chey. Not
like you have anything to do tomorrow, especially if you don't have
any lessons to attend.”

“
I've got a
lot of homework,” I lied, just wanting to get away from them.
Coming had been a mistake, I could see that now. Maybe if it had just
been Tanya and I, things would be fine, but having Vinny tell me that
Damien had fucked some other chick . . . It just wasn't what I needed
to hear.

“
But you've
got the whole weekend.”

“
I want to go
home, okay,” I barked, and Tanya cowered away.

“
Fine. Fine. I
just thought . . . Never mind. Just . . . go home. I'll catch up with
you later.”

“
It was nice
meeting you.” Vinny waved.

I didn't return the
sentiment, but I did return the gesture, simply saying, “Yeah,”
before I allowed Tanya to lead me outside.

“
What do you
think of Vinny?” she asked once we were standing by my car.

“
He's kind of
a douche.”

“
Nah. He's
really sweet. You just need to spend more time with him. Maybe
watching movies together wasn't the best way for you two to get to
know each other.”

You think.
“It was fine. I'm just a little grumpy is all.”

“
I know. The
thing with Chase sucks. But, I really do think you should keep seeing
Damien, at least for a little while. Being with him will help keep
your mind off of Chase.”

“
I suppose
you're right,” I sighed. “I don't know. I'll think about
it.”

“
Alright.
Well, I need to get back inside. Vinny doesn't like to be kept
waiting. Let me know how everything goes, okay?” She cast a
backwards glance at me as she headed for the door.

I nodded, crawling
into my car to drive away.

By the next day, I
felt a little less miserable. My mind was slowly accepting that Chase
was gone, though my heart still ached every time I thought about him.
I spent most of the day doing homework, cleaning the house, and
thinking about whether or not I should see Damien Reed again. He was
bad news for my heart, but he would help keep my mind off of Chase.

Despite my brain
screaming at me not to go, I somehow found myself in front of his
door at four o'clock. He opened it with a smile, ushering me inside.
For the first time ever, I was dreading our time together more than I
was looking forward to it. My body craved his touch, otherwise I
would not have come at all. But the farther I stepped inside of
Damien's house, the less I thought I could emotionally handle being
around him.

“
Are you
alright?” he asked once we were in the classroom.

“
Yeah. I've
just been under a lot of stress.”

He gave me a strange
look, somewhere between disapproval and disappointment. “If
you're not feeling well, then you shouldn't have come. You do know
how to work your phone, don't you?”

I sighed. Being
condescending was the last thing I needed from him.

“
I thought
that seeing you might help take my mind off of things,” I said.

“
Anything you
care to talk about?”

“
No.”
That
would just spoil this even more.

“
How's
your finger?” He looked down at my wounded appendage, which was
healing up nicely.

I held it up in the
air and wiggled it for him. “Almost as good as new.”

“
That's
good.”

We sat in awkward
silence for a moment. It seemed like he was scared to approach me,
like he feared my mood.

“
Have
you given any more thought towards learning about BDSM?” he
asked, leaning against the chest of drawers.

I
shook my head.
“
Not
really. My mind has been too occupied with other things.”

“
That's
fine. I just thought I would ask.”

“
Can
we just . . . get on with the lessons?” I felt bad for rushing
him, for making it sound like a chore. Perhaps I was hoping that when
our bodies were coupled together, I'd start to feel better.

“
Are
you sure you're up for this?”

“
Mhm.”
I nodded, but he didn't look convinced.

After staring at me
strangely for a minute, he turned to open the chest of drawers and
pulled out a pair of handcuffs. “I thought today we could do
some light bondage. I don't want to overwhelm you the first time, so
you should know that these aren't real. There's a mechanism on them
where you can unlock yourself. In my BDSM training sessions, I use
real ones, but since we're just playing, I thought I would do a slow
introduction.”

I stared at the
handcuffs, which were obviously made of cheap plastic. They lacked
the shine of metal, and didn't look particularly sturdy.

The idea of being
restrained had always turned me on. Just the thought of being
powerless, in general, aroused me. Maybe I really was built for the
BDSM lifestyle.

I tried to push my
thoughts about Chase to the side. After all, I had come here to have
fun, not to sulk. Besides, thinking about Chase wasn't going to
change anything that had happened. That was over now.

Forcing a smile, I
held out my wrists. “Lock me up, stud.”

“
Take
off your clothes first. Everything but your bra and underwear,”
he instructed, and I was quick to comply, shedding my white blouse
and red pencil skirt before I hopped up onto the bed.

Fuck my cares
away.

Damien came to my
side, towering over me to pull my wrists over my head and clasp the
handcuffs in place. I watched him move, wanting to nip at his T-shirt
but knowing better. He was supposed to be in control. That was the
game of the night.

When he had finished
securing my fake bonds, Damien stood at the side of the bed to take
off his shirt. He stared down at me all the while, his brown eyes
burning into me as he slowly revealed an inch of skin at a time. Just
the sight of his bare flesh made my pussy ache.

“
You
remembered.” I smirked.

“
Shh.
No talking,” he told me, and it took everything in me not to
pout.

The shirt slid over
his muscular shoulders, and then it was tossed haphazardly onto the
floor. Damien Reed knew how to use his body to seduce, and he was
showing me the full power of it. I nibbled on my bottom lip as I
watched him unbuckle his pants, then slide them down over his hips
along with his boxers. His cock was flaccid, but still looked
beautiful. It wouldn't stay soft for long, I was certain.

When he was
completely naked, he crawled on top of me, leaning down to press his
lips against mine. I met his kiss eagerly, wrapping my tongue around
his and feeling every smooth wet centimeter of it. Even his kiss was
teasing. He'd allow me to explore the slick cavern of his mouth for a
while, and then he'd pull away to nibble and tug on my bottom lip. My
back practically arched in an attempt to draw him to me, but he moved
away with a wicked grin.

“
Maybe
you are ready for this after all,” he whispered.

“
I'm
always ready for you,” I replied, my body writhing with the
heat of my desire.

In a surprisingly
quick gesture, he grabbed the cups of my bra and pulled them down
over my breasts, forcing them to swell over the tight material. My
breath hitched from the suddenness of it, and before I could close my
mouth, his was on top of mine again, taking my breath away. Our
tongues moved urgently against each other, needily against each
other. I wanted to put my arms around his neck, but knew I shouldn't.

His hands reached
down to squeeze my breasts, applying so much pressure that it almost
hurt. A whimper escaped my throat, and he softened his grip, trailing
his hands up to pinch and twist my nipples. Blood rushed to them,
turning them into taut peaks in his grasp. Each rough twist sent a
shock of need straight to my pussy, and I bowed my legs, so he could
see the moistness he was causing down below.

He broke away from
the kiss to crawl between my thighs, leaning forward to rub his
swollen erection against my panties. I gasped at the feel of his cock
head catching on my heated nub. It felt tortuously exquisite, him
bucking away, creating friction with his meaty shaft and teasing my
bud when the head flicked beneath it. Soon my pussy was throbbing, my
body threatening to fall over the edge.

“
So
good,” I moaned, closing my eyes and submitting to the bliss
between my legs.

“
You
like that?” he asked, though it didn't sound like a question at
all.

“
You're
going to make me come.”

“
Already?
You're so easy to please. I love it.”

“
I
do too.”

He stopped
thrusting, though kept his hard sex on top of mine. My body begged
for him to continue, but before I could ask for it, he grabbed his
cock head, angled it up a bit, and then let it fall back onto my
pussy. The force of it sent a shock of electricity straight through
me.

“
Oh
God,” I cried out.

“
Want
me to spank your pussy with my cock?”

“
Yes.
Please. Again. Do it again.”

He obliged, but this
time, he grabbed the base of his rod and slapped it against my
engorged lips, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through
me. I was almost to the edge when he stopped.

“
No.
Don't. Keep going,” I said, embarrassed by how desperate I
sounded.

He grinned at me,
gripping the crotch of my underwear and pulling them aside. “You're
so wet down here already,” he commented, pushing a finger into
me to feel my moistened tunnel. I clenched around it almost
instinctively.

Despite my begging,
he allowed my orgasm to subside, more interested in other things.
Annoyed by my panties, he gripped them by the waistband and pulled
them off, tossing them onto the floor. Then he spread my legs with
his palms and used his fingers to pull my pussy lips apart, examining
my inner workings. I blushed madly, feeling completely dirty and
somewhat violated. No one had ever looked at me down there before.
Not in the way that he was looking at me.

When he grabbed his
cock and moved forward, I thought he was going to stick it in. But
instead, he rubbed it between my cunt lips, building up the delicious
friction again. The skin on skin contact was far better than him
rubbing me on top of my underwear, and I found myself crawling back
up the mountain of pleasure at super sonic speed. Every time his
glans would tap my clit, it pulsed in approval, wanting more.

Damien leaned over
me, positioned to fuck. He pistoned his hips, sliding his length back
and forth between my folds so fast that all I could do was gasp and
cry out when my pleasure button had had enough. Contractions rolled
through my stomach, rocking me to the core, my clit firing off,
throbbing beneath his thick veiny member.