Pesky Jin

I told Lucille about my plans on how to make Nimue suffer and beseech for my mercy right in front of the whole school. As expected, she was in.

Why wouldn't she be? I was her master, after all.

“Time to take your leave, Lucille. Honestly, I'm already growing bored with your company.” I hissed, standing up to go have an intense moment of showering.

Lucille whined on a high-pitched squeak. "But Kieran! I just got comfy!" she protested, burrowing deeper into the cushions of my bed.

Seriously?!

I rolled my eyes. "Comfy? Lucille, you've been sprawled there like a melted marshmallow for the past hour. Besides," I leaned closer, spanking her ass, "don't you have, like, homework, or something stupid waiting for you back in your own pathetic house?"

Her lower lip wobbled dramatically. "But I left my textbooks at the library," she whimpered. "And it's dark out there! What if a rogue squirrel attacks me?"

I snorted. "As if a squirrel would stand a chance against you, Empress of Procrastination.