Hey guys, here is chapter two.
There is a bit of an explicit scene towards the beginning, but nothing major...yet ;)
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"Consciously, I would never think of you. But, even I'm not safe in the land of my dreams."
Bad Luck
His hands were all over her, rubbing against her bare skin and caressing her body. She could feel his hot breath against her neck as he whispered words into her ear. He had commanded her to keep her eyes shut, and she would do just that, unless she wanted to get punished. She felt the silk cloth go over her eyes and she bit her lip as it was tied behind her head.
She couldn't see a thing, only darkness, and it made her body quiver as she thought of all the naughty things he could do without her foreseeing it. Grabbed firmly by her slender thighs, she was picked up and slung onto a bed. The thick, fabricated covers engulfed her- making her feel trapped. But then, he was there. His fingers threading through her hair and tugging hard enough for her not to worry about the linen. He pulled her up, her face going directly over the hard abs of his stomach. The heat from his body marinated through hers, and she shivered. His hands rubbed down the top portion of her back, and with a skillful flick of his wrist, her bra was falling down her shoulders. Almost instantly, she blushed as the cool night air hardened her pink buds.
Throwing her backwards onto the bed, he slid his tongue from her navel up into the valley between her breasts. He busied his hands by massaging shapes into the sides of her stomach, while his tongue left no shown flesh dry. He watched as she bit down on her lip, hard, and he took that time to cover her left breast with his mouth. His tongue flicked over her hard nipple, and she moaned, a sound that was melodic to his ears. "Silence," he demanded, his hand going to her breast and giving it an aggressive squeeze. "I don't want to hear a word." His voice was deep, and sultry. But, most of all, it was dominant, and she wanted nothing more than to do as he said.
"Yes," she said, her voice sounding breathless. Roughly, he hovered over her and ripped her legs a part. He knew that she knew better by not addressing him as she should, and he was going to punish her for it. He licked his lips as he stared down at her tight cunt, watching as the juices poured freely from the tiny gap. He hated to have to punish her like this, but she left him no choice.
Leaning down, he inhaled her sweet scent, spreading the lips and giving her pearl a soft suck before he thrusted three fingers into her. She howled out in pain, her back automatically arching as she strived for a way to get away from the sting. He used his free arm to hold her in place as his fingers pounded inside of her. "Please," she cried her voice sounding panic stricken.
"Please, what?" he asked, his fingers twisting inside of her.
"Sir," she said quickly. "Please stop, sir." He smiled, his fingers slowly sliding out of her. She was a quick learner, and he was sure that she wouldn't make that mistake again. She was his submissive, and no matter how stubborn she thought she was, she was completely obedient to him. He brought his moist fingers to her mouth, forcing them inside as he gave her sore cunt a light pat.
"Now suck." She nodded her head quickly and he watched as her small mouth formed around his fingers, causing an erection of his own to form. "I think it's time you take care of me now, my dear sub."
"Yes sir," she said, popping her mouth away from his fingers. She felt his hands go to the back of her head and untie the silk cloth. When the cloth fell to the bed, she nearly gasped at what she saw. Taking in his midnight black hair, golden skin, built physique, and cloudy eyes, she couldn't help the way her heart pounded.
Jason McFarroll was her dominant?
Waking up with a scream, Leigh placed her hand over her heart to calm herself. A light sweat coated her body, and her hair was sprawled everywhere. She ran a shaky hand through her golden locks, feeling slightly nauseated. She had always had wild dreams of whips and whatnot- but, this was the first time Jason McFarroll entered them. She mentally slapped herself, feeling betrayed by her own body. She had only had one dance with him- one damn encounter, and the arrogant spoiled brat was already making grand appearances in her dreams.
Sighing heavily, she got out of bed, casting a look at her bedroom clock. It was a little before eight o'clock in the morning, and she had class to attend to anyway. Her first writing class was this morning and she wanted to make a good impression if she ever wanted to become the journalist she always seen herself as. She still had on the dress from last night due to the fact that she had gone through some type of shock from Jonah's announcement. She didn't know why she felt despair, after all, she hadn't spoken to Jonah during the ball. More than likely, he had fallen into Nora's trap, but she felt as if life was a bit more complicated than that. She was going to get herself out of going to that devil's dinner; even if she had to push herself in front of a moving car.
She took a shower, relieved that the hot water helped rinse away all of her immediate worries. She got out quickly, putting on a short blue pleated skirt; see through black stockings and a blue and olive green vested sweater. There was a crackle of thunder heard from outside, and she grabbed a black leather baseball cap and made her way down her stairs. The Mercer home wasn't as big as the McFarroll's, but it was still spacious with fifteen bedrooms and eight bathrooms. The staircase spiraled downwards, and as she made it to the bottom step, the smell of fresh fruit and omelets hit her nose. Her mouth watered at the smell, and she trailed her way into the kitchen to see her mother at the dining table with a glass of orange juice pressed to her lips.
"Morning," Leigh said as she went to the coffee maker and poured herself a cup of coffee. She liked it black and felt as if putting creamer or sugar in the coffee defeated the purpose of coffee's main function.
"I see you're up early," Ana said, her eyes scanning over Leigh and her clothes.
"I have my first writing class today," Leigh replied as she took a small bite out of a piece of toast. "I want to be prepared." Her mother nodded her head, Leigh's words going in one ear and out the other.
"And, are you prepared for tonight?" she asked in response. Leigh turned her nose in the air.
"Tonight?" she asked as if she had forgotten all about the dinner with the McFarroll's. Ana pressed her lips into a tight line, giving her daughter a scolding look.
"Don't play games, Leigh Anne Mercer," she said, her voice laced with that firm parental tone. "You're well aware of the dinner we have with the McFarroll's."
"I was actually thinking about sitting this one out. I'm sure I'll have a good amount of homework and I want to get a head start," Leigh said quickly. "Besides, I'm sure I won't even be missed. We both know that Jonah just wants to announce his interest in Nora."
"Or, Jason wants to announce his interest in you." Her words made Leigh come to a halt. Of course there was a part of her that had thoughts along those lines, but she had never said it aloud.
"Jason isn't interested in me-"
"Then what was all that about when you two were dancing together at the ball," she immediately chimed in.
"We were just dancing," Leigh urged, her eyes going wide at her mother's accusations.
"More like dry humping," Ana said in a teasing manner. "I could practically feel the sexual tension my damn self."
"Mother!" Leigh squeaked, her face going red. She had never talked to her mom about sex or guys before- and now she knew why. It was completely uncomfortable and downright wrong.
"Don't 'mother' me. Just make sure you're at the McFarroll's house tonight. Six o'clock sharp," she said, raising an eyebrow at Leigh. "And wear something nice."
"Whatever you say, mother," Leigh said with a sigh, walking out of the house and towards her classic Chevrolet truck. People often questioned why she still kept the old thing around, but she loved it. The seats where plush and comfy, and the blue matched that of her eyes. It was a match made in heaven. Leigh got in the truck quickly, her mind thinking of other ways to get out of the dinner yet again.
"It's nice to see such a fresh group of students so eager to learn." Leigh raised her head from her journal and peered at the Professor in front of her. It was a woman with dark features. Her light brown hair was needle straight and cascaded down her back. She wore a red dress that stopped at her knees and complimented the caramel tone of her skin. Dark stockings hid her legs from sight and a pair of large heels dangled from her feet. "I am you're Creative Writing Composition Professor, Ms. Stefahn." She turned her back towards her students and scribbled her name down on the white board. "Before we do the typical classmate introductions, I would like to make a few things clear. This is not an amateur class, I take my teachings very seriously. I don't spend the year giving you irrelevant writing prompts after the other." She shook her head, her eyes scanning from one curious face to the next.
"No, I start the semester off with a bang. I give you a writing assignment that truly separates the children from the adults, and if you aren't ready for that task, the door is that way." She pointed towards the exit as if expecting a group of people to flutter away. "This isn't high school anymore kids, and things are about to get interesting." Leigh couldn't help but to straighten her back and perk up at her professor's words. She liked new things, especially if they were exciting. And, Ms. Stefahn looked like she had the same edgy preference as Leigh did. "So, when it's your turn, I want you to stand up, introduce yourself, tell us why you are taking this class, and then, I want you to tell everyone you're overall impression of sex."
That caused a stir.
Everyone in the room began to chatter, some looked totally interested while others looked downright petrified. Leigh didn't know how to take it. She had joined this in thinking that it was going to help better her writing, not make her a young erotica novelist. "Like I said," Ms. Stefahn added, "the door is right there." To Leigh's surprise, a couple of girls actually got up and walked out of the door, leaving the room utterly silent. "Who first?" No one stepped up to the plate for a while, but finally a red headed guy with glasses stood up. He had a lopsided grin on his face as if he had waited his whole life to openly talk about sex.
"Well," he began, "My name is Chase Adams. I decided to take this class because I would like to be a sports editor, and my overall impression of sex is the obvious." He laughed, looking like a gitty child. "It's freaking awesome." He turned to his friend and bro hugged him while giving his other friend a fist pound. Leigh let out a breath as she rolled her eyes at the Neanderthals. It was just like men to be sexist pigs.
"Settle down," Ms. Stefahn said with a slight chuckle, who's next?" A shy looking girl stood up from her desk, her fingers nervously playing with the hem of her shirt.
"My name is Ashley Clint," she muttered. "I joined this class just for the college credit, and I have no real experience with sex sadly. I didn't even know this class would even bring up sex. If I would have known I would have tried to-"
"That's enough," Ms. Stefahn said, cutting her off. "Thank you Ashley. Next?" After a little hesitation, Leigh stood up, tugging a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Hi everyone," she said. "My name is Leigh Mercer. I joined this class because I have dreams of being a journalist, and my counselor told me that you were the woman to help me get that done," she stated, addressing her professor. "And, as for sex, I think it's a bit overrated." She sat down almost immediately, ignoring the stares from her peers. Yes, she had just admitted to having sex before. What was the big deal? She wasn't like Ashley; she wasn't going to feign innocence knowing damn well that she has gotten herself in a position, or two. It wasn't like it was an everyday thing. She did it twice in all her life, both times with the same guy, and it did absolutely nothing for her.
"Overrated?" Ms. Stefahn repeated. "That is a very interesting opinion Ms. Mercer. I would like to hear more about that later if you don't mind." Leigh nodded her head slowly, turning towards the next person to speak. There weren't a lot of people in the classroom, fifteen to the most, and before Leigh knew it, they had gone through everyone. "You all had very interesting views; therefore the writing prompt will be different for each and every one of you. This class was created to push yourselves and make a better writer out of you. For those of you who said sex was awesome and amazing, your prompt is to research certain things that make sex horrible. For those of you who admitted to having no sex history or opinion, your prompt is to research sex and gain some knowledge about it to gain an opinion. I'm not telling you to go out and experience sex yourself, but you can research others experiences. And, for those of you -well, the one of you," she said, looking at Leigh, "who believes sex is overrated, your prompt is to research reasons why sex can be a very desirable and amazing thing."
Leigh scoffed, not believing her ears. She shares an honest opinion with someone and they turn it around on her? "You all will make a detailed essay pertaining to your research. You have a full semester to complete this assignment, so take your time. Once every two weeks you will meet back with me so I can check your progress and document it into my gradebook. But, other than that, we're done for the day. I will have the rubric ready for you next class. You're dismissed." The class quickly got up and left, leaving Leigh alone with the professor.
"Ms. Stefahn?" she asked as she approached the great oak desk. Ms. Stefahn had her nose pressed against papers as she peered over her glasses. "Is there an alternative writing prompt that I can do?"
"The prompt you were given is perfectly fine," she said, placing down her paper and looking at Leigh.
"It just may be a bit difficult-"
"Are you a writer or not?" she asked in a hard tone.
"I am, but, I've never had to do a prompt so-"
"Then stop acting like a child. Passing this semester ensures you a recommendation letter to any newspaper you want to be a journalist in. Think about your future." With that, she waved Leigh out of the classroom.
I hate life; Leigh couldn't help but to think as she made her way to the parking lot, only to find her Chevrolet hooked to the backside of a towing truck. With wide eyes, she ran towards the truck, waving her arms around like a crazy person in hopes to flag him down. "Hey!" she screamed frantically. "Wait, that's my truck!" It was too late, the towing truck pulled out of the parking lot, headed south of town. She let out a groan, giving the earth underneath her boots a nice stomp.
Thunder pounded over her and a crackle of lightening flickered through the sky. Seconds later, rain was pouring down. With gritted teeth, she stalked her way out of the parking lot and toward her home. Her college was only a little outside of Stonebrook, and if she walked quickly, she would have made it home within the hour. She didn't dare call anyone to get her for the fact that she was still trying to think of reasons to not attend the dinner. She hoped that the cold rain would give her a nasty case of pneumonia, thus making her parents agree to let her sit this dinner out.
The rain pelted against her sensitive skin, making it turn a blotchy shade. Other than the nasty storm, she liked walking home. It gave her time to recollect on her day. She couldn't believe that her college professor was actually making her research sex and what made it desirable. It wasn't an impossible task, but it still wasn't going to change her mind about it being overrated. She would basically have to lie throughout the whole paper and she vowed to always be an honest writer a long time ago.
Leigh was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she didn't notice the Mercedes Benz that had been following her for the last hundred or so yards. "Fancy seeing you here my little puppy dog," Jason said to her as he rolled down his tinted window. Leigh stopped dead in her tracks, following the voice until she was looking at the McFarroll. Unconsciously, she took a hand through her hair, knowing that it was puffy from the rain and she probably looked like a drained out poodle.
"Are you stalking me?" she snarled at him, making him feign shock as he put a hand over his chest.
"Of course not," he said in a humorous tone. "Don't flatter yourself." She scoffed at him, placing her hands on her hip and continuing to walk home. It was just her luck to have to run into him. "Is there a particular reason why you insist on despising me?" he asked as he drove slowly on the side of her. She opened her mouth to retort something back, but stopped as she began to think. There really wasn't a specific reason why she disliked Jason so much. Other than the fact that they were spoiled rich people who treated people inferiorly- Jason hadn't specifically done anything to make her treat him so sourly.
"Is there a particular reason why I shouldn't?" she settled on saying. Yes, when in doubt, answer a question with another question. He chuckled at her, pulling his car in front of her at the next opening and cutting her off from her straight path.
"Get in the car," he said, more like demanded.
"No thanks. My mother taught me better than to get into a car with a stranger," she retorted in a mock tone.
"Don't be such a smart ass. This weather is awful, you could get sick," he reasoned with her. That was the point; she couldn't help to think as she ignored him and walked around his car. She still had about a half an hour walk left, and she was wasting time talking to him. Jason crossed his eyes, opening his car door and going after the fiery blonde haired girl. He had only known her all of five minutes, but she interested him to a point of no avail. Women lined up from afar just to get his attention, and yet, Leigh was different. She didn't gawk at him as if he was some Greek god stepping down from mount Olympus- and he didn't understand it.
"What are you doing?" she screamed as his hands snaked around her body and lifted her up off the ground, only to sling her over his shoulder. "Put me down, now." Her fists pounded against his back, and he winced. She had quite an arm on her. She squirmed in his grasp and he walked her over to his car, tossing her in his backseat and coming around to the driver seat quickly so that she wouldn't be able to get out. As soon as he got into the car he locked the doors, preventing her of an escape. "Do you realize this is kidnapping!"
"Don't be so dramatic," he said with a bored sigh. "We both know that you're safe with me. Actually I think your parents would be quite pleased to know that I picked you up and you didn't get washed away in the storm." Leigh clenched her jaw, pressing herself against the leather seats and crossing her arms. Her clothes were wet and soggy, and all she felt was uncomfortable.
"Screw you," she said her voice low and threatening.
"Soon," he said to her, looking in his mirror to gain a peak of her. "You aren't quite ready yet." Leigh made a noise stating her disgust. "What's got your panties in a twist? You're even pissier than you were yesterday."
"I was not pissy!" she shouted, her voice echoing throughout the silent car.
"Are you admitting that something is wrong?"
"Are you admitting that you care?" she shot back. He gave her a small smile and she sighed, seeing it harmless in telling him about her writing prompt. So, she did. She didn't realize how much it was bothering her until she was almost finished venting and it seemed as if a weight was lifted off. "And then, I come out side to see my truck getting towed- and now, I'm stuck in this damn car with you-"
"Ouch," he said, interrupting her. "That stung a bit."
"No offense," she said, giving him a sarcastic look.
"Well, what are you going to do?" he asked her, almost as if he was really interested in her response.
"If I knew, I wouldn't be stressing about it!" she said, running a hand through her hair and crawling over the arm rest to get into the passenger seat. She was starting to feel like he was her chauffeur.
"What if I help you?" his voice was hopeful and she couldn't help but to raise a scrutinizing eyebrow.
"How exactly would you do that?"
"By actually showing you that sex isn't overrated. Then, you won't have to compromise your morals and lie. You can still be that honest writer, and pass the class easily." She paused, not liking the direction of the conversation.
"What's the catch?" she asked offensively. He stopped at the traffic light, his eyes lingering on the pavement before he turned to her.
"You have to be at my will," he said in an edgy tone. "Your body has to be mine, completely."
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Okay guys sorry if this was kind of a bore, but we need filter chapters don't we. Basically the plot and everything picks up next chapter as you can see by the cliffhanger I left you!!! I hope you enjoyed it, and omg General Fiction #351. I know it's still triple digits but I still love you guys for putting it there!!! Thanks, without my readers, my books are absolutely nothing.
-Also, I wanted to know if any of you had a favorite character etc. so far??