~TROUBLEMAKER (Roxanne Grey)~
Doing homework is impossible! All that's on my mind is how I've made a complete fool out of myself by basically asking Mr. Black for a fucking—I don't even want to say it—punishment. Fuck it. Calling him by his last name is impossible now because seeing how his eyes went from a small light into a blazing fire in seconds just from saying Damien. There's no way in hell I'm stopping.
These deep-dark fantasies I've been happening haven't been exactly 'deep' lately. In fact they've been surfacing a lot and to the point where I want them to just come out completely saying "Hello, want to have some fun?". However, the only real dilemma here is that all these illusions have to do with him, and him only. Not once, or ever did I want someone to be—my dominate—it feels so weird to say that...yet so right.
The fact that I even know the term for it scares me, it's all because of those books I've been reading lately about BDSM. Sammie mailed them to me just in case I get 'lonely' at night which didn't make sense until I actually opened the book. I'm not a huge fan of 'tools' or being 'beaten' to get that thrill but that whole surrendering yourself to a dominant male makes my blood broil, goosebumps form on my skin, and mini-shocks of arousal fill inside me.
Actually once I get to the part where the woman has submitted herself entirely to the man I immediately close the book. Reading that part makes me feel ashamed, and weird. Not because it's some pretty sick stuff, it's because I like how sick it is. Constantly I tell myself that it's a curious phase I'm going through, but who am I kidding? It's much more than simple curiousity.
I've also realized that when I see that fire in Damiens eyes a strong need inside me wants to add fuel to it until he tames me. Like today in class once his eyes penetrated into mine, at first it was weird, yet when Brandon a guy next to me in class asked me "Why's he staring at you like that? Did you do something bad?" something clicked to me.
Damien wanted me to be a troublemaker.
Regretting it wasn't happening either because I loved every second of it. Every. Flipping. Second.
*****
"Sammie I fucking hate you!" Throwing the box I recieved in the mail by Sammie, I yelled.
Loudly she began to laugh "What? This isn't your cup of tea—*laughs*—sweet stuff?"
"When I get my hands on you, oh my dear Sammie, I'm going to fucking kill you!"
Slowly the laughing calmed down "Come on Anne live a little, explore your horizons!"
"Explore my horizons with a vibrator!?" I yelled staring at the small package inside the box, that had big bold letters on it written VIBRATOR. "Why...When...How?!"
"Funny story."
I growled "Oh it better be. Explain Lewis!"
"Well...Jared took me to one of those...uh...'stores'."
Rolling my eyes I said "Sex shops? If you can walk in one, you sure as hell can say the fucking name Samantha."
"Shut up, it's not like I went in on purpose. It's just...Jared noticed I read 'those' books—"
Placing the box under my bed I went to pet Marshmallow "Samantha."
"You know what I'm saying, anyways! After he saw what I've been reading he wanted to explore some things and we ended up in the 'store'..."
Ever since we were eight me and Sammie have been the of best-friends. She's the only one who took this troublemaker attitude of mine and made it into something, how should I say this—humorous? In this friendship, we have I've always been the bad-ass who does anything for an adventure. I'd always have to be the one to drag Sammie with me since she's so cautious and paranoid about everything.
Seeing her be the one to get a taste of the other side, even though it was in a sex-store, made me proud in a weird way.
"Okay so you and Jared are testing some shit, great. But what does this have to do with me?"
She giggled awkwardly "This is going to sound weird...uh..."
"Samantha stop stalling."
A large sigh came into my ear from the phone "In these books I've been reading it seemed like you exhibited all the signs of...how should I put this...sexual frustration?"
"Sammie! That doesn't mean you go and buy me a vibrator!"
"Aha!" She yelled "You didn't deny it! Who the hells got your wad up in a bunch like this?"
My heart-stopped "What are you talking about, you aren't making sense Sammie!"
"Last time we talked on the phone you seemed so un-released. Like somethings got you tenser than the restaurant scene in The Godfather!"
One thing about Sammie that never seems to fail is comparing life situations to movies, and usually her favorite type of comparrison of me has to always do with mob-based movies.
Looking out the window I saw dad walking away from the the car "Listen Samantha we will talk about this later, dad's home."
"Not until you tell me whose the guy that's—!"
Hanging up on her isn't a smart move, last time I did that she yelled at me for an hour on why ending a conversation is healthier than prolonging it. Or whatever. Usually when she rants I place my phone under my pillow watch some Tv and after thirty minutes I pick up the phone pretending like I'd been listening.
Question now is what the fuck am I going to do with the vibrator under my bed?
*****
"Do you want me?" His dark-sexual voice sent goosebumps on to my skin.
Shivering from the sensation of having him on top of me, holding my wrists down with all his might, I managed to utter a simple "No."
Seeing that amazingly-sexy blissful smirk on his face made me paralyze "You don't know how wrong you are beautiful."
Finding the sanity to keep my mind-straight I muttered "Fuck off."
His hand drizzled down my naked stomach "Incorrect answer."
"St-Stop." Unconsciously and regrettably I let out a moan once he reached the edge of my underwear.
The look on his face while peeling it off made me quiver "Say it." His jade eyes began to become clouded with darkness
"Never." My breath tethered once the barrier between him and my lower lips slipped off me completely.
There wasn't any amusement in his eyes just sheer and absolute lust. And I know for a fact that it's not exactly dryer than the Atacama Desert down there. It' the complete opposite. Oh, there isn't a doubt in my soul that I'm soaked entirely.
His eyes shot at mine "Say it." The tone of his voice went darker, rougher, and more controlling.
Control that fucking word I've hated my entire life but when the second he does it my whole body submits to him. "Fuck you."
The look in his eyes began to mix with lust and anger "Roxanne. Say. It."
"No—" Suddenly he grabbed me and pulled me on top of him making me moan unconsciously. "—fuck!"
He's harder than a rock down there "Wrong answer. Wrong fucking answer. Looks like I'll have to teach you a lesson Ms. Grey."
He grabbed me from underneath, picking me up, then crashing me against the wall. The only thing keeping him from me completely was that pair of jeans he had on. It frustrated me to pieces having to feel this sensation without the full package. Not to mention the fact that we're touching skin to skin with every other part why hold off on just one more?
Then when I thought it wouldn't get any worse he continued to make this so-called-punishment much more mind bobbling. Aggressively he rocked his erection on to my pelvis continuously.
"St-Stop it!" I started gripping his broad shoulders as hard as I could.
Suddenly he took both my hands by the wrist and slammed them over my head with one free hand "Say it."
"N—" Before I could even answer he slammed again this time much more harder "Stop it!"
Dammit this is to much!
"Roxanne!" Dad? What the fuck is dad—
Quickly my eyes open to see dad shaking me forcefully "Dad?"
"Finally kiddo! You looked like you were having a nightmare." He backed away from me as I sat up.
There is no way in hell that was a dream. "What time is it?" Did I just have a sex-dream with Damien?
"Time for you to get ready for school, it's six right now. I'm going to work now alright?"
I nodded my head "Yeah, see you later."
"Have a swift day kiddo." He patted my head then walked out of my room.
Once the door downstairs closed I quickly removed the covers off me to see for myself just how vivid this dream was to me. Peaking inside my underwear it was as clear as day.
It was a wet-dream.
******
"Rox-The-Fox What's up!" A large hand slammed on to my back.
Turning my head around I see Chase smiling with a new hair-cut "Got a trim Chase-Master?"
"Yeah got to look good for the ladies." His smile got bigger "Thanks for noticing."
Rolling my eyes I giggled "No problem."
"So what's good this fine morning?"
This was the complete opposite of a fine morning "If only it was."
"Something got you down in the slumps?"
"No. It's nothing. How's your morning?"
He chuckled "Ignoring the question by asking a question. Respect. My morning was great; mom made pancakes, Jerry wasn't being a dick, and Daisy got me a date with one of her hot friends."
I laughed "Jerry's the one who told you that chicks dig Robin Thicke? And Daisy is your sister?"
"You are correct Rox-The-Fox."
Once we arrived at Chase's class I stopped "See you later Chase-Master."
"Yeah, seventh period I'll walk you to class again." He winked.
Waving goodbye I went on my way to class.
*****
Here comes that dreadful period of the day, seventh period, A.K.A. Mr. Black's class. Having a wet dream about the guy and then casually walking into his class wasn't happening. I'm going to remember every part of that dream which will make it harder for me to be a normal. Shit I'm still quivering inside for him.
While walking down the hall to class I spotted Chase talking to some guy, leaning on the locker laughing. As soon as he noticed me that I'm-So-Cool smile appeared on his face making me laugh all the way to him. Chase waves bye to the guy as he begins to walk next to me.
"Rox-The-Fox how's it going?" He asked while placing his arm around me.
This is sort of out of the blue and even though having a guys arm around you seems strange if your not in a relationship. It doesn't bother me since this is Chase we're talking about, the guy who tried to use Robin Thicke verses to pick up girls, if he wanted me I sure as hell would have figured it out by now.
"You just saw me this morning, nothing's changed." I said trying to keep a good pace so I'm not late for class.
Chase squeezed my shoulder "True. True. But that doesn't mean something hasn't happened."
"Well Mr. Flanders." I giggled thinking of the Flanders from the Simpsons "He gave the class a pep-talk on some stupid slogan he read online 'Don't let your affection give her an infection, put some protection on that erection'."
Chase chuckled "Sounds like him for sure, Flanders knows more about sex than a horny teenage boy."
"Are you implying something? I mean You're a teenage boy."
He winked "Maybe. Maybe not."
Throwing his arm off me from disgust we both laughed. However, seconds later that laugh disintegrated into the air the instant our eyes met. They were exploding with unreadable emotions, making his jade eyes incredibly smokey. Reminding me of those dark eyes I saw last night in my dream once he...did those things.
Chase looked at me then at Damien "Hey Mr. Black." He said smiling.
"Mr. Evans it's nice to see you again, I see you've met the troublemaker in my class." While saying that his eyes never left mine.
The chuckle Chase gave was loud and short "Yeah, you know us troublemakers stick together."
"So it seems. Well I must be getting inside, and so should you Ms. Grey." Finally the eye-contact between us broke "Bye Mr. Evans."
"See you around Mr. Black. You too Roxanne, tardiness is like his pet-peeve." Chase said backing up from me.
Tardiness is his pet-peeve, oh God, how I just want to be late to see him angry. No Roxanne, not today, not after having such a dream about him. So waving bye to Chase I walked inside the room to see Damien observing my movements. My heart started to race seeing his eyes peering at me, then remembering the way he looked at me last night.
Roxanne you have to stop thinking like that—but I don't want to he's to fucking irresistable—if you continue to think like this about him your going to do something that can alter your life—so what? He's the one altering it and God do I want him to, over and over again until I can't breath. Conflicts in my mind continue until I sat down at my desk and his eyes weren't on me but on the board.
For the entire period he was blabbering on about rhetoric analysis, and synthesis essays whereas I just stared, oogling at him. Still fighting that war inside my head. Should I pursue him and get over this horrible fascination with him controlling me all the way until I'm fully released. Or give up, find some horny teenage boy, and find release with him.
*School Bell*
It took a while to process the bell ringing since I was so deep in thought with having Damien deep inside me—Roxanne! Getting up from the mini-heart-attack I just had, I walked down the isle of desks towards his desk. His eyes flung at me.
"Ms. Grey, about yesterday..." Damien said standing up from his seat "...you don't have to..."
I rolled my eyes "Go to your house for 'detention', please I wasn't going anyways and you can't make me."
Something snapped in "Roxanne—!" Quickly that spark vanished "Just go before..."
"Before what? You 'attempt' to punish me?" Why did that sound so wrong, fuck it I wanted it to.
That spark came back in and instant "Don't do this Roxanne."
"Or. Else. What?" I slammed my hand on the desk.
A fire began to build in those jade eyes, my heart almost exploded from the tension "You want to pay for the consequences of disobeying, very well. After school, my house. And you better be ready for some disciplining."
My body became scorching hot hearing him say such commanding words to me and the word 'discipline'. It looks like the side that doesn't want me with him doesn't agree with my body, and so that means either I have the control of a saint or I'm doing something really, really bad.
*****
Dad won't be home until eight, leaving me six hours of freedom. All that's the problem is, how am I supposed to get what I want in an hour. Better yet I'm still deciding if I should cave into these fantasies, or deal with them another way.
His car just pulled up infront of his house, shit, five seconds left which side do I choose?