17 - Alexander.

It’s been two weeks since I went a bit too far with my little pet. I fear that what once was a clear cut dynamic between a bully and victim is becoming blurred and tainted by my sick desires.

Natalya’s expression when I turned away was one of pure heartache, and I hated it. I should have delighted in her pain, but it made that odd guilt twist my gut again. The sexual aspect is making lines blur, and I realize that if I don’t get a handle on my urges with her, things could turn ugly.

Since then, I’ve kept my cock in my pants and my hands to myself, and verbally humiliating her as I normally would.

Natalya is more tense around me than ever, no doubt anticipating another moment like the one in the library. No matter how much I try to scrub that encounter from my mind, I can’t. Half the time it’s all I can fucking think about and I want to do it again, which makes me hate myself.

“Hey Alexander, hold up,” Rizzo shouts.

I turn to face him. “Hey, what’s up?”

“I’m going insane and need to ge