Over the next week, I learned a lot about Dalton. He was a man of many things and truly liked his control. He was stern with me, but not in a harsh way. I believed it turned him on to force his dominance on me. I was all too happy to submit to him. I liked to keep him happy but I also liked to keep him on his toes. Sometimes I would act like a bit of a brat. Even though he would act as if it got on his nerves. I know I turned him on. He has still kept to his word and hasn't taken me yet. I don't make it easy on his either.
In class, I tease him doing my best to not show it to anyone el
We got back to his place and we were in a lip lock as we made our way inside his place. "Do you want me to go home?' I asked him in between kisses. He looked at me funny. "I just want to keep you doing this right." He let out a huge breath and went back to kissing me."You'll go when I say you can go." I let out a little giggle. I loved his assertiveness. It turned me on more. I felt something hit the back of my knees and I was laid back on his bed. He hovered above me and just looked at me. "You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen." I smiled at him. "Tell me, tell me who you belong to." He hissed out.
"If you don't stop sexually harassing me at school. We're never going to get anything done." I tried to tell him while he had me pressed against his desk with his lips and tongue all over my neck."Do I look like I care at the moment?" He hissed out into my ear. I had to giggle at him."No, I guess not.” He lifted me up and I was now sitting on his desk. "Your very naughty Mr. Canes." He eyed me for a moment."It's your fault. I wanted to wait, but you corrupted me." He wasn't wrong and I wasn't making it to easy for him. I just smiled and bit my lip. He shook his head and then being funny, he lifted my shirt and placed his head inside. He started to kiss the tops of my breast. That's when I thought I heard the classroom door close. I looked at the door and moved Dalton away from me. "What's wrong?" He asked me."Didn't you hear that?" I asked still looking at the door.
I spent the weekend in my bed. I had my parents convinced that I just wasn't feeling well. My mother would check on me but other than that they pretty much left me alone. Chris showed up some time on Saturday. I told her what had happened with Dalton. She did her best to try and get me to get out of bed, but it wasn't working. She also threatened Dillion's life a few times. Sunday was the real kicker when my parents were out. Dillon showed up at the house. I crossed my arms at him at the front door. "What do you want? You're not coming in here." He looked upset."Come on Brenda, I only did what I did for you're own good. He is a grown-ass man.""Who the fuck are you to determine my life, Dillon? You know nothing about us. I did as you asked me to now stay out of my fucking life." I slammed the door on his face and ran back up to my room. I ended up staying home from school on Monday. I just couldn't do it. Chris came over with some school wo
Dalton and I have been doing our best to hide everything we do. It's tough and I have played my part. I wanted to be back in his classroom for the free periods, but we both agreed it was for the best to stay away from each other at school.I was sitting at my dining room table doing some work with my mother when we had a knock on the door. I watched my father answer it. We could see the front door from the dining room table. It was Dillon's mother and father. Dillon's mother had a very worried look on her face. I got up and walked over to the door. "Hello Brenda, we're sorry to disturb you and we know you and Dillon had a fallen out, but he has been missing now for two days." My mouth fell open."Missing?" I asked."He hasn't been seen since Thursday night and he told us he was going to meet some friends. We haven't seen or heard from him since then.""Have you gone to the police?" I asked and they both told us ev
I don't know how I ended up in the hospital. I haven't really opened my eyes much. I know my parents are here. I can hear their voices. The doctors are always talking. I hear the beeping noise's all the time. I want to hear his voice, but I don't. I try to move around but someone always stops me. My head hurts and I can't really feel the rest of my body. I have no concept of time. I don't know how long I have been here.Finally my eyes open enough for me to take in the room. I can see the cast on both of my legs. The rest of my body looks okay. I see my mother sleeping in a chair and m
I opened the dorm door and found two beds on either side of the room. There were two desks and a mini-fridge in the middle of the room. The room had its own bathroom and two windows behind both beds. College was going to be great. My best friend Christina was on her way to Florida right now. She was going to school with me and my father pulled strings for her and me to share the dorm room together. You have no idea how excited I am. It's been just shy of a year since my family and I moved here to Flordia.The first six months of my life here was a dark downward spiral of depression. I was dealing with my accident and getting over the only man I had ever loved. I had lost so much weight that the doctors put me on a meal plan. My parents were beside themselves and we fought a lot. I had to do most of my classes over and once I started to pull myself out of it. Things took a good turn for me. I had to start college late, but here I am and life is going to be better
The first week of college went by great. Of course, Chris and I got along perfectly. She had even already had her eyes on some guys she was after. I was worried that college was going to be hard, but I was slowly learning that it wasn’t too much different from high school. The work was actually coming easily to me. I was flying through my classes already. “Is this seat taken?” I heard a deep voice ask me. I turned to see Dawson standing there.“No, its all yours.” I only had science twice a week and both times Dawson seemed very busy. He smiled at me and sat down.
I thought for sure I was going to hear from Dalton at some point that day, but I didn't. Chris had been acting differently ever since I told her about Dalton. I had given a call to Dawson and canceled our lunch date. It wasn't like I didn't want to go, but with Dalton around and what had happened. A date was the last thing on my mind. Besides, I had no idea where Dalton was, and the last thing I needed at the moment was him seeing me with someone else. I didn't want to hurt Dalton and for some reason, I felt like I owed him an explanation.