Isabelle made a point of going to the dining hall to study for the next two weeks religiously in the hopes she would run into Jake again. Her dreams had been very Jake focused. She had dreamt about submitting to Jake in all ways, becoming his little trad wife ripe with his seed. It was confusing to Isabelle, as although she was not yet 20 she had always pictured climbing the corporate ladder, and if she had kids, it would be in her 30s. It was especially confusing because she barely knew Jake. What if he's a psycho? She thought. I don't even know his last name, this is ridiculous. There was something about Jake though, the way he spoke to her and was protective. It really turned her on.
It would be another two days before Isabelle got her wish. Sitting alone in the corner of the dining hall, utterly defeated and only 2 pages into her essay, she fell asleep on her laptop. About 20 minutes later, a strong hand cupped her shoulder.
"Isabelle?" The voice connected to the hand inquired. "Isabelle?"
She rose from her keyboard, still half in dream land. "I-I submit to you Sir." She mumbled.
"What was that?" He asked, confused.
She quickly realized her error. "I'm submitting my essay, I meant. Silly me. Gosh, I'm so tired." She said.
He laughed. Clearly, their little conversations, or maybe her essay topic, were getting the best of her. "Let's get you a coffee." He suggested. She nodded, and took his extended hand, letting him help her up. Hmmmmm he thought. Something about her is different. He liked it. "Grab your bag and laptop, let's go." He commanded. She complied instantly and they enjoyed a coffee together as they walked together around campus in the crisp air. "You're quiet tonight. Is something wrong?" He inquired.
