by Bella King
We were still alone on the side of the road, vast fields of dewy tobacco plants rustling in the light breeze. It was a foggy day, humid, but not hot yet. These were the types of morning you wish you could hold on to forever because they’re so rare.
“Is that what this is? I thought we were getting along,” I said innocently.
“Lakeshaw Academy is war, Elise. This place is a nightmare,” Jacob said seriously, pulling himself from the warmth of the sleeping bag and standing up in his boxer briefs. His morning wood stood at attention.
“I guess we need to get to school,” I said, looking down at my watch.
“Yes,” Jacob said, grabbing his pants and stepping into them. “I have someone I’d like to speak with.”
I raised a finger at him, lowering my eyes. “Sarah doesn’t get hurt.”
“Sarah doesn’t get hurt,” Jacob repeated after me, zipping his fly. “Now let’s get out of here.”
BREAK
I wouldn’t know for sure if Jacob intended to take Sarah as leverage to get the money back from Jonathan, but I was going to do everything in my power to make sure that she was safe. I didn’t tell her about any of this, though, because it wouldn’t help her to know. If Jacob wanted her, he would have her. I knew how the game went now. Jacob had eyes, ears, and brute force everywhere.
There was talk around the school about an assault on a police officer outside the housing complex, which everyone assumed had to do with the new wave of students that had been admitted to Lakeshaw. There were plenty of violent individuals in the bunch, so I kept my head down and let them take the fault. Nobody would be arrested if the police didn’t have proof, and since Jacob had stolen and destroyed the body camera the officer had been wearing, I was fairly certain that we were clean and clear.
This would wash over soon, anyway. The school was buzzing with talk about the dance, and the people that didn’t have partners were scrambling around the school trying to find any desperate shmuck to go with them so they wouldn’t look like a loser. Social status was important at Lakeshaw.
I had a few women congratulate me on getting a date with Jacob. It seemed word had already leaked, which I wasn’t surprised about. I just hoped that Sarah didn’t find out and confront be before the dance. I didn’t want to go under interrogation in the midst of all the excitement. I just wanted to have fun tonight and go home. I could be grilled about it later.
Too late. I saw Sarah striding down the hallway toward me, an angry look on her pretty face. “You didn’t tell me you were going with Jacob,” she said when she got to me.
“I wanted it to be a surprise,” I said, trying to defuse the issue.
“Jesus, Elise. You’ve been so damn secretive these past few weeks. I know you snuck out last night.”
My heart skipped a beat. The police incident could be drawn back to me if Sarah dug into it. For now, she didn’t seem to make that connection.
“What were you doing? Fucking Jacob?”
“Maybe,” I answered, not knowing what made me sound more innocent.
“Cute,” Sarah said. “Well, I hope you’re ready for a night to remember. Jonathan said that some of the students are bringing booze. We could probably get some shots in the bathroom.”
“Actually, I might need that. I’m nervous as hell,” I admitted.
“Yeah, me too. Jonathan’s fucking loaded. I wouldn’t want to blow it with him.”
“Loaded?” I asked. “Like how?”
“Money, Elise. He bought me a necklace the other day. Solid gold.”
I groaned, placing my head in my palm. This was bad. Jonathan was already spending the money he had stolen from Jacob. The man was toast.
“What’s the matter?” Sarah asked, looking at me, concerned.
“Nothing,” I said, faking a good mood. My head popped up from my hand. “I just remembered that I need to…” I looked around, spotting a girl in heels. “…buy some shoes for the dance. Totally forgot.”
“You can borrow my other heels. I think we’re the same size,” Sarah suggested.
“I’ll see. Jacob might have something for me,” I lied. Fuck, lying was becoming second nature to me. I didn’t like who I was becoming. My life had been twisted in an elaborate web of secrets, lies, and criminal behavior. I came to Lakeshaw for reform, but I was worse than ever now.
“That’s sweet,” Sarah said. “Well, I got to go to class. I’ll catch you later. Hit me up if you want a drink.”
“Sure thing,” I said, giving her a wave and a smile as she walked off. I would need a drink tonight to go through with this dance. I wasn’t sure if I was nervous about the entire school knowing that Jacob and I were involved, or if I was nervous about trying to look my best for him. He intimidated me, and after last night, there was no telling what he might try at this dance.
Hell, I was uncertain of everything in my life at this point, not knowing where the hell any of this would go. I couldn’t tell if I was taking a gigantic leap forward by being with the most powerful man at Lakeshaw Academy, or I was committing parole suicide by associating with the worst of the worst.
I had gotten myself into this through the weakness that I showed, but now Jacob was showing me more of his soft spots, and I was beginning to gain control of him. Or was it he that was gaining control over me? I was setting out to tame the lion, but there was a fair chance I would get eaten instead.
Chapter 26
A dance with the devil might go on forever.
I’m not prone to panic. I’ve seen my fair share of stress and risk, but when I saw Jacob’s broad shoulders decorated in a goddamn suit, I freaked the fuck out internally. He was too good-looking, and I knew that this time, I wouldn’t be able to say no to him.
I had crossed the line a few times with Jacob. I had let him kiss me several times now and even kissed him back with heated passion. He knew that he had a hold on me, but this was taking it to a whole new level. I was afraid of what he could convince me to do in that suit.
I stood in the hallway, a bundle of nerves as Jacob strolled up to me like he owned the entire school. I was in a small black dress, which hugged my curves and accented the beauty of my figure. It was cut low on the neckline, and high on the hem, showing ample skin. I was a stark black and white in this dress, and I could see that Jacob was pleased with my appearance.
I had simple black heels to match, taller than I usually wore, but I felt that I needed them if I was going to dance with a monstrously tall man like Jacob. I needed every extra inch I could get.
“You look lovely.”
Jacob’s smooth voice sent an immediate chill through me. I had shaved every damn hair off my body, minus my head, of course, but they still seemed to stand on end at the deep rumble of his voice. I looked down shyly, trying to muster up the confidence to follow through with this. What was I so afraid of?
I looked up at Jacob, his honey eyes swirling with romance, and I gave him a genuine smile. “You look very handsome. Even a man like you can look nice when you clean yourself up,” I joked.
He chuckled, coming forward and holding out an arm. “Let’s go inside,” he said.
I took his arm, and he led me down the hallway toward the auditorium where the Lakeshaw Academy dance was just starting to heat up.
I could hear the booming music as we got closer to the auditorium. My heels clicked loudly against the blue and tan tiles in the hallway, echoing down the hallway as we approached the large double doors. I had an odd feeling, like I was heading into a mosh pit and would soon be swept away and trampled by a crowd of rambunctious metalheads.
Not the mention, my stomach felt like it was tying knots around itself, squiggling around under my belly. I wondered if it was wise to have a shot in the bathroom with Sarah if I felt this awful inside. I might puke.
I had a weak stomach, which was probably one of my only weakness, or so I liked to think. Now, I was beginning to think that I had a weakness for criminal moguls like Jacob, who had 5% body fat and
weighed three hundred pounds. Great, I was one of those women.
While my brain zoomed around in my skull, Jacob seemed as relaxed as someone on a thousand downers, walking with confidence beside me to the dance hall. He was the epitome of calm and collected.
There were a few stranglers lingering outside of the auditorium as Jacob pushed the doors open for me with both hands, guiding me in and following close behind. I looked around as I entered, marveling at how many people there were at the dance. It seemed like the entire school was attending.
I spotted Sarah easily, as she was arm in arm with Jonathan. I looked up at Jacob to read his expression upon seeing Jonathan, but he had something but a pleasant warmth on his lips. I wondered if they had some kind of settlement before the dance or if Jacob was just happy about the pain that he was going to cause Jonathan later.
I settled on the former option, giving Jacob the benefit of the doubt. I didn’t want this drama to ruin a perfectly good evening with him.
Sarah waved at me, but Jonathan jerked her away in a different direction. Well, so much for my first idea.
“I’m going to get my money from Jonathan tonight,” Jacob said, still smiling pleasantly. I recognized it now as a psychotic smile.
“Let’s just enjoy the dance, shall we?” I suggested, tugging at his arm.
Jacob’s smile widened. “So then, let’s dance.”
I wasn’t expected to be pulled onto the dance floor so soon, twirled around expertly within the first few seconds of my feet hitting the slick wooden floor of the auditorium. It turned out that Jacob was an experienced dancer.
“Where did you learn to dance?” I asked, amazed by how he was guiding my body to the music.
“The internet,” Jacob replied.
I laughed. “Really? I thought you need, like, a real teacher for that?”
“You only need someone to practice with. The steps can be learned from anywhere,” Jacob responded, pulling me up close to him and slowing down his movements.
My face was pressed against his chest as the music changed to a more downtempo tune. His scent was heavy and seductive, pushing me into a more relaxed state the moment it pervaded my senses. I was drawn into the deep energy of it.
I fell silent with Jacob as he pressed himself closer to me. My hand slipped around to his suit jacket, snaking its way beneath it to wrap around his back. It was warm there from his body heat, and I felt comforted by the feeling of the crisp fabric covering his back.
I had never felt so perfect dancing with anyone before. Jacobs was amazing on the dancefloor, knowing just how to move his body to make me hot and flustered. I was growing hornier by the second, and I could see that his own urge was building.
Jacob leaned down, placing his strong chin on my shoulder. The light stubble on his chin tickled and pricked the hot skin on my shoulder. I shuddered at his gentle touch as he ran a hand down to my ass and pushed it, pressing my pussy between his legs as he swayed from side to side.
He pushed the hair away from my ear and whispered into it. “We could be everything together, Elise. You and me against the world.”
My body melted into him as the music hummed through me. My pussy was so fucking wet, rubbing against his thigh as we danced to the slow jam playing. There wasn’t a single other thing on my mind except for Jacob. We could be everything together. I believed him. Flaws and all, I was starting to get the feeling that we were made for each other.
“Jacob,” I said, looking up at him. My vision was hazy with lust. I could only see his perfect face and nothing else.
“What?” He asked, pressing deeper into me.
“God, I need you,” I whispered, the words only barely escaping my mouth.
“And you will have me,” Jacob replied, a wicked smile flickering on his lips. “And I will have you, tonight. All of you.”
“Take me,” I begged, not knowing why I was so desperate for him now, when last night I had pushed him away. Was it the music, the dancing, or was my willpower finally crumbling at his gentle touch?
“I will,” Jacob assured me.
“Take me now,” I said, thrusting my hips into his leg and grinding against him. I hadn’t even had anything to drink yet, and I was all over this man.
“We should finish the dance,” Jacob replied.
“I’m riding a cock tonight, and at this point it doesn’t matter if it’s yours or somebody else’s,” I replied urgently.
“Alright, alright,” Jacob said with a chuckle, pulling me off the dancefloor.
I let him lead me wherever he wanted. He could take me however he wanted. My pussy belonged to him now, and all I wanted was for his to stretch me out with his massive cock. I was a good girl turned whore for him.
Jacob led me through the throngs of people, ignoring the people that called out his name or mine. We had more important things to do than to socialize with people that we saw at school every day. This was our time to enjoy each other.
Chapter 27
Sex is the meaning of life.
Jacob had a firm hold on my wrist as he practically dragged me into an empty classroom and slammed the door shut locking it and using a binder that was resting on the teacher’s desk to block out the window. Nobody would witness the ferocious love we were about to make.
“Take off your dress,” Jacob demanded, whipping back around to face me.
I obeyed him with a second thought. I pulled down the straps of my tight black dress and pushed it down over my breasts. I wasn’t wearing a bra, so they were exposed to him as soon as my dress came down. Bent over, my breasts hanging down in front of his greedy eyes, struggling to get the dress over my wide hips and onto the floor.
Jacob enjoyed my struggle, watching my breasts clap together as I finally pushed the dress to the floor. I stepped out of it, leaving me in just a pair of tall black heels and matching black panties.
“Delicious,” Jacob noted, rubbing his bulge through the soft black fabric of his trousers.
“Why don’t you removed those,” I said, pointing directly at the growing object in his pants.
“My pleasure,” Jacob said, unbuckling his belt and pulling it through the thin loops. He whipped it out, snapping it in the air in front of him. “Get on your knees,” he commanded, his voice deep and loud.
I dropped to my knees in front of him, looking up at him with big eyes.
“That was a joke,” Jacob said, his serious face turning to amusement. Wrinkles appeared at the side of his eyes as he laughed at me.
“Hey, stop that,” I said, pouting and standing up.
“Well, now that I know how submission you are, you’re done for. I’m going to ruin you tonight,” Jacob said, licking his lips. “I’m going to destroy you, Elise, in the most fantastic way possible.”
“Try me,” I challenged.
Jacob’s jaw sharpened, his teeth clenching as he shot a hand out and grabbed one of my breasts. He squeezed it roughly, then pinched my nipple between a finger and thumb, pulling my whole body toward him forcefully by my nipple.
It was a shock, but a welcome one. The light pain added to the thrill of what I was doing. Jacob had started out as a bully, an enemy that couldn’t be trusted, and now he was my lover. Perhaps I still couldn’t trust him, but I sure as hell could enjoy him pumping cum into my dripping flower. I needed it, I craved it, and I was going to have it now or never.
Jacob kissed me harder than he ever had, taking a handful of my ass in his hand and squeezing it as he pressed his crotch against mine, his pants sagging just enough to give me a taste of what was underneath.
My hands found his zipper, and I did the work for him. He would have been too slow, taking his time teasing me while he got undressed. I had to have him now. I yanked his pants down, pulling down his underwear with it.
There was a soft thud as his cock sprung out and slapped against my lower belly. It was hot and thick. I didn’t even have to look down to know that he was packing a huge cock, but I did anyway. I wanted to s
ee every inch of his glorious body.
He had a tattoo above his cock, reading “Fuck Me.”
Fitting.
As I kissed him, I took his thick manhood into my small hand, tugging on the soft skin. I got a groan out of him, so I did it again. Another groan escaped from his lips into my mouth. I was enjoying this. My pussy trembled with anticipation, the heat building so high that I thought I might burst into flames in the classroom, burning us both up in a great big ball of fire.
Jacob removed his jacket, tossing it onto the floor. He undid his tie, pulling it from his neck and tossing it on top of his jacket. The buttons of his smooth formal shirt popped open one by one as I continued to tug on his cock, desperate for him to get inside of me.
Once Jacob was completely naked, he grabbed ahold of me, picking me up and placing me on the teacher’s desk on my back. My feet were high in the air, heels pointed to the off-white ceiling tiles. Jacob didn’t even bother taking my panties off. He pushed them to the side, placing two fingers on my tingling wetness.
I let out a moan loud enough for someone to hear when his fingers dove into the soft lubricated tightness of my pussy. His fingers were large, but I found him gentle against my inner walls, flicking and stroking me expertly. I wondered where he learned all that. The internet again?
“Stop thinking,” Jacob demanded, seeing the concentrated frown on my face. “Turn your brain off and enjoy it.”
I tried to relax, but I didn’t have to as he slipped his fingers in deeper and played with me. The pleasure was mounting quickly, and my legs shook up in the air. I was half afraid that a heel would wobble off my foot and impale my eyeball.
Jacob pulled his fingers out, licking my juices from his fingers sloppily. “You’re quite tasty,” he said, nodding.
I blushed. No man had ever done something like that to me before. Jacob, as it turned out, was no regular man. He was a powerhouse of sexual tension that was coiled up, ready to explode all inside of me.
Finally, Jacob reached down to my hips and slipped his thumbs underneath the thin waistband of my panties, yanking them down my legs and letting them hand off one of my heels. He smirked, cocky, arrogant, ready to fuck me until I couldn’t feel a damn thing. Yes, Jacob was a god, and he knew it. He was the one in control. Any hope that I had of gaining the upper hand on him had fizzled out into thin wisps of smoke.
