Chains and Whips [a BDSM novel]

Chains and Whips, Chapter 2

We walked through the front door about five minutes before the warning bell would ring, so we decided to just walk around and talk like we usually did. All around us were people meeting up with their friends, guys high-fiving and man hugging, girls squealing and bouncing up and down. Ugh, high schoolers.

Tex was my only real friend and I was his. Most people here either tried to get in our pants or just wanted us for our money, or in often times in my case they wanted to get in my siblings pants.

Speaking of siblings.

"Ryliiieeee! I need to you cover for me kay? These two really hot guys asked me to come over later, but daddy said I couldn't go to guys houses anymore. So bat those kinda pretty eyelashes and do your big sis a solid, yeah?" My very annoying sister Amber yelled even though she was standing only a few feet away.

I groaned, "Tex what's rule one?"

"Always listen to a dominant, man or woman, they are in charge," he resisted perfectly.

"Ok so he knows that, but it seems lost on you Amb, so let me lay it out. You. Are. A. Submissive. You. Follow. Orders."

"Dad isn't my dominant though! These guys said that if I came over and played with them then they might make me their long term sub!" Amber defended, crossing her arms over her perky chest.

"I'm not going to waste my time trying to explain this. Go if you want, but it isn't my fault if dad punishes you."

"You gotta promise not to tell him!"

I groaned again, as I usually did when my brat of a sister was around, "I promise not to tell dad, pinky swear."

She squealed happily, hugged me way too tight, then skipped off. I could tell all the guys around were staring at her ass, after all it was on clear display with how short her skirt was.

As soon as I was sure she could no longer hear me, I pulled out my brand spanking new iPhone 5S; it pays to be rich sometimes. I quickly dialed my brother and lent up against the lockers, Tex next to me.

"What you want, snot-rag?" Axle voice sounded once he picked up, his mouth clearly full of food.

"Just an FYI, our lovely sister is going to tango with two guys after school. She said not to tell dad, but you aren't dad," I replied, ignoring the rude name he usually calls me.

"Why should I care? She can whore around all she wants, I gave up on her when I walked in on her blowing one of my friends when she was 12. It's you I gotta watch out for, so no boys! Other than Texy, that cute piece of ass can come over whenever he likes."

"Ugh would you guys just fuck already or stop it? It's creepy you perving on my best friend all the time! Anyway I gotta go, bells gunna ring. Love ya."

"You too," was his reply before I cut the call off.

Tex and I started making our way to class, he kept his head down most of the time while I just looked on without much interest. I noticed him looking behind him, so I turned only to see nothing. I raised my eye brow at him, and he gave me a thoughtful look.

"Is my ass really cute?" He asked, tilting his head.

I burst out laughing and smacked his little bubble butt, "Oh it's fuckin' adorable. Now come on we have Spanish."

He giggled and blushed, following me into room H20, Ms. Gomez's class.

Ms. Gomez wasn't that bad as far as teachers go, but she by far wasn't the best. If you weren't one of the students who constantly tried to participate, she tried to make you, or she called you out. I was listening to some random music when she called out to me.

"Señorita Alexander, would you like to tell us how you say 'It's nice to meet you, what is your name?' in español?"

I've been speaking Spanish since I was about six, as many of our club members spoke it and my parents thought I should learn, so I basically took this class just because I thought it would be super easy.

"Vete perra molesto. Ya puedo hablar mejor que tú, así que déjame en paz," I said with a smirk on my face.

Tex, who also spoke Spanish fluently, giggled next to me. Ms. Gomez on the other hand, looked completely furious.

"Would you like to say that again in English, Ms. Alexander?"

"Sure, I said, 'Go away you stupid bitch. I can already speak this better than you can.' It's ok if you didn't know it, I can probably find time to tutor you after school," I said with a sweet smile.

"It is the first day in my class and you are already causing trouble! If you do not wish to be here you can go down to the principal's office! Go on! Out!"

"Fine, fine. Don't get your neon green, shouldn't be worn under that white skirt, painties in a twist."

With that the whole class burst into laughter, and I grabbed my bag and stood up. I waved and winked at Tex as I stepped out the door, a smirk on my face at how red Ms. Gomez's face had turned.

I practically skipped down the hallway, knowing that the principal wouldn't be able to do anything to me. One little slip to a reporter from me, and his reputation would come crashing down.

As I turned the corner to go to the office, I crashed into a very large, firm chest. I would of fallen over if an equally large and firm hand hadn't caught my waist to steady me.

"You should watch where you're going," a dark voice that belonged to the person holding me up said.

"You shouldn't get in my way," I answered coldly, pushing his hand away and standing straight.

I looked up at who the chest and hand belonged to, and the first things I saw were a pair of almost neon, green eyes. Along with the eyes, I saw his oval face with stubble coating his firm chin, a slightly crooked nose that fit him almost perfectly, and a pair of smirking lips; he also had medium length, dark brown hair.

"Oooo someone's a little feisty, maybe I'll just have to break that out of you."

I could feel just a little bit of heat in my cheeks, but I kept a straight face nonetheless. I cleared my throat, then gave him a hopefully expressionless look.

"I'm not a submissive, but thanks anyway. What's your name?"

"Please, every girl wants to submit to a man really; they just lie and say they don't. And my name'a Damon Jacson, I'm the senators son. Who are you?"

"Oh, Senator Jacson, comes to Bound Beauty three times a week, Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday. Though every other Saturday he doesn't come because he either has business or family matters. He favors young boys, or twinks as most call them, but will occasionally take a girl. He has three sons, the eldest being James Jacson, the middle child being Damon Jacson - which is you - and then the youngest is Charles Jacson. His wife passed away four years ago, though he had been attending the club both alone and with her for two years before that. Did I leave anything out?"

"How did you-"

"Oh! And he has a golden retriever named Biscuit," a triumphant smirk crossed my face as I took in Damon's confused and baffled look.

"How do you know so much about my father, little girl?"

"My name is Rylie Alexander, my parents own the most night clubs and kink clubs in the country. I know all that because I pay attention and I'm going to inherit 1/3 of their business. Also your dad's a complete blabber mouth when he's drunk so I pick stuff up. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go to the office."

I side stepped him and attempted to move past, but he grabbed my arm a little too tightly, making me wince at the pain.

"I swear to god if you ruin my fathers reputation I will-"

"You'll what? Try desperately to bring honor back to your family name? I'll make you a deal, don't cross me, and I won't cross you," I yanked my arm away from his vice grip, "I'll be seeing you, Damon. Oh, and tell the Senator I say hi."

With that I walked away, a grin still plastered on my face.