Grace
I moved my eyes around to see everyone was staring at me. Who this guy was I don't even know, yet everyone's behaving like I killed a bird in front of them. I'm not obliged to do anything I don't want to.
“No?” That guy asked me with a baffled look. I raise an eyebrow and reply with a similar tone
“Uhh… Yes. I said no. Sorry.” What's wrong with these people. He moved his eyes around the cafeteria then turned back to me. I guess his reputation was on the line or something.
“You don't know who I am, right?” He asked with an intimidating expression. He grabbed my cheeks and forced my lips open.
“Don't make it hard, alright. One kiss won't hurt.” He pulled my face towards his face as he bent down to kiss my lips. I twisted my face out of hand and threw my coffee on his white shirt. Gasps and squeals broke across the cafeteria. He looked down at his stained shirt and then looked at me.
“Look boy, I don't care who you are, who's your father and how much money do you have. If I said 'No' then that's a no. With me knowing who you are, is not going to change my answer. You can be the president's son for all I care. I'm not obliged to 'make out' with you, alright? This discussion is over.” With that I stand and leave the cafeteria. I hear people start whispering as I exit the room. I hear footsteps behind me running.
“Grace! Grace stop! God-damn it. Stop.” I keep on walking. I want to be left alone. Who the hell does he think he is? This college's owner's son? I'm fuming with anger. I had enough of this shit in my work. I can't and won't take this shit from anyone else outside my work. They pay me, not him. This son of a…
“Grace.” I'm turned to face Angela. She was huffing out breaths.
“Hold your horses, Jesus.” With that she dragged me outside, and we took a seat on a park bench.
“What Angela? What do you want?” I asked her. She gave me an annoying look.
“Do you know who he is?” I turned to stand up, but she forced me to sit back down.
“Listen to me. He is the son of this college owner, and he is the leader of the famous band I told you about 'Jaxon field'. His name is Jake, and he is rich, very rich.”
I was dumbstruck. I might have said about being president's son but I wasn't actually expecting him to be this college's owner's son. He's father is the reason that I have my scholarship.
“And he is going to make your life hell now so be prepared. Why didn't you just go with it? It was like a lottery for you. Your time here would have been much easier and who knows you might have ended up being his girlfriend. I wish you don't though. I have my eyes on him.”
Everything she said went straight through my one ear to the other. I don't want to become his girlfriend but I also don't want someone so powerful, the college's owner's son nonetheless, against me. Shit. What have I done? Whatever it is I have to navigate straight through it without harming my scholarship.
I made up an excuse and left Angela on her own. I attended my next lecture. My mind was swirling around the incident and I seriously wanted to break something. Why the hell does it always have to be me? I tried to forget about it. With my last class done I walked out of the building of college.
I had a customer today. His special demand is that he wants to be dominated by me. It will be my one of the dominance sessions. I didn't mind though. It's my specialty. I reached my work place. I already messaged him the room number and time. I entered the room and saw a mid thirty, short man, wearing jeans and a shirt. He was glancing around nervously. It was obvious that this was his first time doing this. I closed the door behind me and smiled at him. He stood and put his palm out for a handshake. Cute. I shook his hand.
“Is it okay if I hug you?” I asked him. He was sweating, his brow and forehead was wet. He looked at me shyly and nodded. I hugged him tightly and whispered “Relax.” I felt him calming down a little.
We both sat on bed.
“What is your name?”
“Bryan.” He replied.
“Nice name. So this is your first time, right?” He nodded his head.
“Tell me, is there anything that you are not comfortable with. Is there any special request? Is there anything else you want aside from being dominated?”
“No. I li.. like… for you to take charge.”
“Alright then. Do you like pain? Bondage?”
“You can use ropes, I don't mind that but I'm not into pa… pain.” I gave him an encouraging nod.
“Okay. Let's set a safe word. Now, remember this, I take safe word very seriously. So if in any situation you find yourself uncomfortable, you say that word. We're doing this for your pleasure, not mine, okay?” He nervously messed the blanket with his fingers.
“Uhm… okay.”
“Tell me a word.”
“Fire?”
“Okay. Good.”
“Now let's set aside the money business.” He handed me a hundred dollar bill and with that our session began.
“Close your eyes.” I closed the distance and I whispered into his ear. He does. I take out a red blindfold and cover his eyes with it. Tightly enough so that he can't see but not so tight to build pressure on his eyes. I took his hands in mine and whispered “Stand up.” He does.
“From now on you will call me ma'am. Alright?” He nodded. I reach my hand in his hairs. Sliding it from his back of neck into his hairs. I yanked it back and he let out a sigh.
“I want your words, darling.” He took a sharp intake of breath. With a nod he said “Yes ma'am.” I smiled.
“Good boy.” I started unbuttoning his shirt, listening to him breathing heavily.
“We're going to play a game.” I unbuttoned his shirt completely and yanked the collar back. It exposed his chest and shoulders. I brought my mouth to his neck and relieved my breath.
“Wherever you feel my mouth, you say that body part aloud. Without thinking. If you take as much as one second to think, I'll punish you.”
“Yes ma'am.” I placed my mouth on his nipple and sucked hard. He made a meowing noise.
“My nipple.” I made a 'hmm' noise in the back of my throat. Unbuckling his belt, I opened his jeans. I pulled down his zipper and pushed his jeans all the way down.
“Your leg.” I said. He lifted his one leg and then the second, stumbling a little. I steadied him. I put my face close to his erection. He was hard already. My warm breath making him tingle. I smiled.
“My dick.” My smile widened. I stood and took his mouth in a bruising kiss. Trailing kisses from his mouth to his ear, I whispered “Wrong. I didn't. I told you I would punish you.” With that I yanked his boxers down and out of his legs. He was completely naked and I was completely dressed.
“Apologize.” My voice dominated the room.
“Sorry ma'am.” He said.
“Oh, You will be sorry.” I said take a rope out from the cupboard. I bound his both hands together then to the headboard of the bed. He shuddered a breath out.
“You won't make a noise. You understand?”
“Yes ma'am.” He said.
“Good.” I replied. I traced his lips and kissed him. This time taking my time. I made my way down. His neck. His chest. His stomach. To his dick. I don't like to be predictable so instead of his dick I sucked his testicles. I moved my tongue around. I glanced his way to find him throwing his head from one side to the other. Trying not to make a sound.
“I can't take it anymore, ma'am. Please.” He was completely out of control. I knew if I took his dick in my mouth then he would come. I decided to give him what he wants. I took out a condom and opened his blindfold.
“Look at me, sweetheart.” He blinked and breathed deeply. I take out my panties from my legs.
“Look at me, riding you.” I sheathed him and took him in me. I started riding him. Within five minutes he came. He became shy after ejaculating and started blushing.
“I'll clean you. Don't worry.” I disposed of the condom and entered the room again with the wet cloth. I clean him completely. After untying him, we both sit in silence.
“Thank you. That was great.” He said. I offered him water and he gulped down the water. He dressed and I did too. I hugged him and this time he crushed me.
“I needed that.” He said. I rubbed his back, comforting him. He finally pulled back.
“I think I should go.”
“Okay. Bye.”
“Bye.” He left the room after that. I lay on the bed for a little while. As I was finally leaving the place, one of the bodyguards tapped me on the shoulder. I looked at him. He handed me a thousand dollar bill.
“From your customer. He was happy.” I accepted it and left the place. It was both heaven and hell. Both of them exist together in one place.