Shit. That did seem pretty extreme.
“So your parents sent you here after that? And you let them?” It was easy to imagine Nicole charming her way out of reform school.
My buddy shrugged. “They were upset with me. Told me they didn’t know what they should do with me. My brother told them about this school. He said Thorn was an alumnus from his university, some hotshot entrepreneur.”
I nodded.
“Yeah, this place has a decent rep, I’ve heard that too,” were my slow words. “Forest Hills can do wonders.”
Nicole smiled and nodded her head before speaking.
“You know how you meet with the headmaster on your first day here?” the girl asked.
I nodded slowly, my mind flashed back to the moment I first saw Thorn.
“Yeah, I remember.”
“Well, Headmaster Thorn put me through the wringer. We had it out about my parents and my life situation. I told him everything, how they were never home, how they adored my brother and ignored me every single time.” But then a coy smile made its way on her face. “And do you know what he said?”
Oh god, oh god. Please tell me Master Thorn handled it appropriately. I had to be his only sub. The thought that Nicole might be one as well, or that he had a bevy of young subs right here at Forest Hills made my blood go cold. So I simply shook my head.
“No, what did the Master day?”
Nicole smiled sassily again.
“He told me that I needed to prove my parents wrong. The reason why they were so focused on the business is because they wanted to give me and my brother a good life. He said that sometimes parents have no idea how to handle things because they’re just as human as we are. One of their goals is to give us the life they think we deserve and the only means we have when it comes to repaying them is to succeed.”
A smile made its way over my lips. It looked like mirth, but really, it was relief. Because my man hadn’t gotten handsy with her. He hadn’t said anything about spankings or discipline. He hadn’t offered private therapy sessions, unclothed and sensuous. Relief flooded my veins in a rush. Thank god. I was the only one.
But should I have felt this way? Should I have felt possessive? Because I had no rights to Thorn, not really. For all I knew, maybe he had a “special student” at every school. Maybe I was no one, just a toy for his pleasure this particular semester.
So I swallowed hard. I had to get myself in hand. There was no reason to get carried away. We weren’t in a “relationship,” after all. No, it was something different altogether.
And yet, I couldn’t help feeling the way I did. The alpha was charming, magnetic and possessive, one hundred percent male. And there were other things as well. How he’d addressed Nicole’s problems, like a caring guidance counselor. How he’d counseled her to be the best version of herself.
Maybe that’s why his reform school was a success. Because Thorn really did try to listen, no matter how difficult the situation.
“He’s good,” I agreed. “Real good.”
Nicole nodded.
“Yeah. The headmaster said that my parents may have had handled things wrong but if they didn’t really care about me, they would’ve left me to fend for myself which they didn’t.” Nicole’s smile widened on her pretty face. “It took me a while before I let his words sink in but eventually, that’s what made me care again. It’s why I’m so excited for graduation.”
And then my buddy started to tell me the things she wanted to do after graduation. I already had a pretty decent picture, since it was what she always talked about. My friend had a thing for fixing cars. The blonde didn’t look anything like a mechanic but she dreamed of opening a mechanic shop.
As my friend chattered away, my mind drifted back to Thorn on its own. The man really was something. I used to imagine headmasters as strict elderly men with thinning hair and a surly expression, probably an ex-Navy officer or someone who had serious military training. But Thorn wasn’t like that at all.
He was gorgeous, to say the least, with charcoal black hair and searing blue eyes that seemed to look straight into your soul. But it wasn’t just his physical attributes that had me hooked. It was the fact that he was compassionate and actually cared. Look at how he’d treated Nicole. Look at how he’d even tried to help me work through my issues.
So yes, I wanted to present him with my virginity. I wanted to lose it to a Master who could play me with his fingers, both body and soul. After all, how many guys like this do you meet in this lifetime? How many guys are there who are dominant yet giving, masterful yet sincere? Virginity is a big deal, and I wanted to be with the right man.
Him.
My Master.
My Dom.
I was his one hundred percent.
And I couldn’t wait. His reaction would be insane. Thorn would cuff me again before forcing me against the wall, naked and willing. I could see that hard dick already, long and thick, dripping at my entrance.
I squeezed my thighs deliciously together, shivering once more. Oh god, just the image of Thorn naked in my mind turned me on. I bit my lip, willing my mind to think of anything else my Master. Not here, not now in the lunchroom with other girls circling about.
“Minnie!” Nicole snapped, dissolving my daydreams. “Are you even listening to me?”
I stammered before answering.
“You were saying about your dream of opening a tire repair place after graduation and how Miss Darcy gives too much homework?”
It was easy to figure out what Nicole was saying. She had everything on repeat.
The girl nodded but still eyed me suspiciously.
“You think I haven’t noticed the fact that you always zone out, Minnie, but I do.”
I smiled sheepishly.
“I have a lot on my mind most of the time.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Seriously? You’re away from home, Minnie. I didn’t bring my problems to this place when I got here. Well, at first I did but then I had that talk with Headmaster Thorn and I dropped it. I focused on myself because that’s what’s important right now. You need to too.”
I nodded apologetically.
“I know, Nic. I know. It’s just that my story’s different from yours. I didn’t do anything wrong to land here. My dad just doesn’t want me.”
Nicole took my shoulders then, looking straight into my eyes.
“They all have their reasons. Your dad, my parents, the world. At least, that’s what the headmaster says,” she parroted. “Don’t take it personal.”
“I know,” was my quiet reply. “I know.”
Suddenly, my buddy cocked her head, looking me up and down strangely.
“Wait a minute,” she drawled. “Stand up.”
I furrowed my eyebrows but stood. Why was there spaghetti sauce on my jumpsuit? Had I spilled something and not realized it?
The blonde looked at me up and down, squinting, and motioned for me to spin with her fingers. I did that too.
“What is it? What’s wrong?”
Her lips pursed.
“Where’d you get that jumpsuit?”
My heartbeat slowed, almost stopping. My breathing turned shallow and I didn’t know how to respond.
“What?” I parried. “What do you mean?”
“Your jumpsuit,” Nicole repeated, eyeing my outfit. It was the same gray regulation cloth that every girl wore. But there was something different, and Nicole had caught on. “Yours looks new. Where’d you get it?”
She was right. Thorn had slashed the ones I’d been issued, and replaced them with new ones right out of the box. So my jumpsuit was still sharp and rich with color, while most others had already faded to a worn pale grey.
Oh shit, oh shit.
What should I say?
My mind raced and I fibbed.
“I got it from the laundry,” were my quick words. “Fresh from the iron.”
Nicole didn’t look like she bought it.
“How many weeks have
you been here again?” she asked slowly.
“Almost a month,” I answered, unsure of where she was heading with the conversation.
Her eyebrows furrowed.
“We’re only issued three uniforms when we arrive. At least that’s all I got. And that’s why it’s almost impossible to make our clothes look fresh and clean, because we have to re-wear between washes. But yours…yours looks new, Minnie.”
“I just had mine laundered,” I repeated quickly, praying to the gods that she would buy my lie. “Picked it up this morning.”
Oh god, oh god. Because Nicole’s observation was correct. Thorn’s habit of slicing my jumpsuit off meant that I could never wear the ugly uniform again. So he gave me two new ones to make up for the two destroyed ones. And Nicole was spot-on. The one he hadn’t ruined yet already looked old and well-worn, while the two he’d given me recently looked brand new.
Oh shit.
Caught in the act.
But what could I say?
So I repeated the lie again.
“Really, Nicole, I just got it from the laundry.”
“What detergent do you use then?” she pressed, still staring at my uniform as I sat down. “Because I want my uniform to look that new. I mean, seriously, what’s your secret? I hate this thing as is,” she said, picking at the ugly gray fabric. “Anything to make it better.”
I tried to pass it off.
“No secret. I use the same detergent as you and the others. I have no clue why it looks like this, Nic. This is just the one I picked up from laundry this morning,” I fibbed again, hoping that she’d just drop the subject.
Nicole looked like she was going to protest again, mouth opening as she eyed the uniform suspiciously once more. My heart stopped. Please, no more questions. I wasn’t sure what I could say at this point.
But thankfully, the girl shrugged and finally accepted my answer, going back to chatter about cars and owning her own body shop.
Relieved, I let out the breath I didn’t even know I’d been holding. My secret was safe. Nicole hadn’t figured it out, thank goodness.
But even this close brush with danger didn’t turn me off. It should have. It should have put me on red alert. Because Thorn and I thought we were being so discreet, but Nicole had already gotten a whiff of misbehavior. If she could catch it, then so could someone else.
But this wasn’t the time to stop because tonight was the night. I was going to become a woman at the hand of my Master, inducted into the ways of the goddess. I was to walk a new path, my guide a domineering, unstoppable alpha male. And oh god … but it was going to be delicious.
CHAPTER NINE
Thorn
Wednesday. My blood boiled in my veins, making it difficult to think straight. Early evening found me waiting for Minnie’s arrival in my cabin. I knew it was wrong. So damn wrong.
Pacing back and forth, my shoes clicked on the wood floor, echoing in the great room. Why did I crave her so fucking bad?
My professional boundaries were as good as annihilated. What I’d already done assured that. What I was about to do would be the final nail in the coffin, blasting the last boundary to smithereens.
But I had to fuck Minnie. I had to. I couldn’t get her out of my mind. Her sweet untouched pussy was haunting me in a way nothing ever had before.
I fingered the condoms in my pocket.
Shit, have I really have been walking around with condoms all day? Nervous like a teenage boy?
Because if they figured out what I was up to, then fuck, but it’d be the apocalypse. Goodbye therapist license. Goodbye headmaster position. Hell, goodbye to being CEO of my own company.
And hello prison.
It’s not as if I had any real choice in the matter. I’d weighed the odds, and they were stacked against me. I was standing on the periphery of an abyss so deep that there was no bottom. It should’ve made me stop. It should have made me think twice at least.
But I couldn’t. My cock ached for her. Even the mere thought of Minnie made me go hard in an instant. Her sweet pussy taunted me. The woman filled not only every waking moment but my sleeping ones as well.
Because she’d come to me in my dreams each night since that first spanking. That curvy ass, marked with red handprints. The way her pussy had glistened even as I beat her, folds wet and swollen.
So I had to know. There would be no rest until my pole was crammed deep into that cunt as the girl cried my name in delight.
Aw fuck.
My name?
Why that?
This wasn’t supposed to be personal at all. Just a quick suck and fuck to get her out of my system.
So what the hell?
But I pushed it out of my mind, coming to a halt in the middle of the cabin. I closed my eyes and thought about her soaking wet cunt wrapped around my dick. Fuck yeah, I had to have her. There was just no other way this infatuation would end until I’d stuffed that tight virgin pussy full of hard cock.
My brain had taken a backseat to other things.
Base urges were ruling me, that was God’s honest truth.
And I was helpless to stop it. Helpless as a little kitten. My swelling appendage rode my senses. It’s always been a merciless master, and things were only getting worse.
It wanted virgin pussy, and it wanted it now.
But shit. Did Minnie know? Was she aware of what I craved?
Would she give me her virginity?
Or would she balk and tell me not to touch her?
What the hell would I do if she told me to stop? Could I even stop?
What if she threatened to turn me in for what I’d already done?
Oh shit.
FML.
But the thing is, I wasn’t really worried. Because the girl loved it during our previous sessions. There had been no hesitation in those sweet caramel eyes. She’d gasped and shivered, begging me for more even as her lips circled my dick.
Plus, if my cock had a mouth, it would tell me that he’d gladly sit in prison for years for a taste of Minnie’s sweet cunt. That tight vise, the girl creaming as I made an entrance. Tender vag walls pulsing with ecstasy before shattering altogether.
Oh yeah, totally worth it.
One hundred percent.
But it wasn’t just the physical. Because my brain found Minnie appealing too. She was too sweet. Too innocent. Too delectable. Too luscious. And ripe for the picking to boot.
It was her time now. I could smell it in the air. Minnie was ready, right at the cusp, quivering on the edge of womanhood. I felt it from the very beginning. She hungered for me every bit as much as I did for her.
Suddenly, a light tap sounded at the door, disturbing my thoughts.
She’s here!
I stood up, smoothed my suit, shoved a hand through my hair. Shit, was I actually nervous? I haven’t been nervous since I was fourteen, hooking up with Becky Dendam from down the street in the basement of her parents’ house.
So steadying myself while taking a deep breath, my hand pulled the door open.
And oh shit, but Minnie was beautiful.
There was nothing new. Just the same red, tumbling waves, that glorious smile and the warm chocolate eyes. But something about Minnie reached out and grabbed me by the balls before she spoke a word.
“Hello Master,” was her throaty greeting. “May I come in?”
Wordlessly, I stepped aside, shutting the door behind that voluptuous female form.
And once her scent hit me, it was on. Because there was sexual musk in that female aroma, heady and rich. Oh fuck yeah. The redhead was primed, ready, and more than willing, the need sensuous and hot.
I threw the deadbolt with a resounding thud before turning to see her standing right there, waiting. So damn close our faces were merely an inch apart. She licked her plump pout, tongue pink and small.
Fuck it!
I grabbed the redhead, pulled her into my arms, and let my mouth take hers with a hungry kiss. It was incredible. Earth shatte
ring. The need was too great and our souls collided, the girl melting into me effortlessly. Our tongues tangled, dueling, furiously desperate to be together.
And ever the alpha male, I pressed her roughly against the wall so I could feel her entire body full against mine. Aw shit, those tits were huge, smashed against the hard wall of my chest. Breasts I wanted to suck. Pink crests to lave, even as her cunt creamed on my cock.
The girl mewled desperately, pushing her soft form into mine even more. Oh yeah. She wanted this. She wanted this as much as I did.
This is not a mistake.
Her sweet mouth tasted so damn good that I had trouble pulling away. But we should talk. Because she was eighteen with no idea what was going on.
And with one last deep kiss, I backed off slightly, chest heaving, dick hard as an iron mast. There was wonder and confusion in those big brown eyes.
“Master?” she mewled, desperately trying to get close to me again. “Master?”
My words came out in a growl as I forced myself to overcome that lust, at least for a few moments. I needed to get her consent before we went even further. I’d never bothered with verbal affirmation before. But this was too important.
This girl was important.
What she thought, and what she felt, were crucial to me.
“Minnie, we have to talk,” came my rough rasp.
Her eyes drifted off mine and trailed over my mouth once more, craving my kiss.
“Thorn, please,” her soft voice begged. “I’ve been dreaming about you all week.”
A shudder ran through my spine, making my dick jerk even as my eyes closed. Aw fuck. Minnie had no pretenses. Her heart was on her sleeve, telling me everything with honesty and truth.
The girl stammered, perhaps realizing she’d said too much. But Minnie is a girl who sticks to her guns, because she took a deep breath.
“I — I,” she stuttered. “I understand Master. But I have something to give you first.”
Oh fuck.
Teenage girls.
I always forget.
Because they’re sentimental. They’re sappy. What could she possibly have in mind? Probably a token of her affection. A trinket she’d made in art class, to be sure. Or maybe she’d written a poem celebrating my manliness. Whatever it was, no matter how little or silly, I had to act as if it was the best thing in the world. I had to be appreciative, to coddle and stroke before we got down and dirty for real.
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