I walked into the Pit, the burger place underneath our campus cafeteria, and headed for the particular circle of couches and low tables where Daniel and his friends usually congregated.
Our friends. His friends were my friends now. I felt a warm tingle at the thought that I was now hanging out with some of the cool kids.
There he was, his back to me, sitting tall and muscular as he talked animatedly, waving his arms around. God, his shoulders seemed so much broader than they used to be ... he'd gone from lifting weights to lifting me, and like that kid who carried a pig up a mountain every day, he'd grown up big and strong.
Then I noticed, as I drew closer, one of the girls, a hot little redhead, was watching him with an expression that perfectly mirrored how I was feeling. That same ache of lust and desire and hunger ...
My blood went cold and my face went hot and I stopped dead, for just a minute. No. Fuck no. How dare she look at my toy, my property, like that ...
I took a deep breath. He wasn't my property. He was a human being with his own mind. And I trusted him. I told myself that a few times, until I believed it.
The conversational focus had shifted to someone else by the time I came up behind Daniel and threw my arms around him. Which meant not too many people were looking in his direction when I hugged his neck from behind and kissed his cheek and whispered in his ear, "Sleepy Time, Danny Boy."
His eyelids fluttered and closed, and his body relaxed just a bit. I whispered for a moment into his ear. The redhead had never taken her eyes off him, even when someone else was speaking - so she watched. Good. I held her gaze, with a small smirk, the entire time I spoke possessively into the eager ear of my pet.
Territorial? Me?
A male voice had been droning on, but it suddenly caught my ear - when it stopped.
"I've only binged to the end of season one so far, so don't tell me anything, but there's clearly a second murderer, right? I mean, the original movies always had two, because how else could he be in two places at - whoa!"
I broke my gaze with the redhead and looked over at Eric. Long, dark hair, sharp nose, he had a bit of a Loki thing going, except for the unfortunate attempt at a thin mustache.
"You just breathe in his ear, and his eyes roll back in his head," he said to me. "I love it!" He sized me up for a second - what he could see of me, this little head poking over the shoulder of his friend. "I wish I had someone to treat me like that," he said, and there was something hungry in his smile as he raised an eyebrow.
"Go," I whispered, and Daniel's eyes flew open. He stood up immediately - dragging me up with him, still clinging to his neck - gave a little wave to his friends and walked out of the Pit, as I wrapped my legs around him for my piggyback ride.
I looked over my shoulder to smirk again at the redhead and saw Eric watching us. Watching me. I had a rush of bold, wild abandon. "Be careful what you wish for," I called, just before we were out of range. And gave him a wicked little grin.
* * *
I'm not surprised he was watching my ass as we left. The last few weeks, I've been getting bolder. Acting, dressing, bolder. It must be the power, the control, going to my head. I've got a new confidence in my walk. My tops are getting shorter and smaller, and I'm loving the accessibility of short skirts - when I'm not wearing cute ass-hugging short shorts, like I was that day. I imagine people watching me walking by, thinking, "There's a girl who's getting laid ... and knows how to get more." And it gets me wet.
What's happening to me?
* * *
The breath whooshed out of me as my back slammed into the bathroom tiles. Daniel pounded into my dripping cunny as I wrapped my legs around him, my short shorts forgotten.
I didn't even need to get laid, all THAT badly. I needed to bind him to me. To be sure. That redhead had shaken me, somehow.
My legs bounced up and down as he pinned me, several feet above the ground, slamming into me over and over. He was an animal, my animal, and I loved it. I was approaching orgasm already.
"My cock belongs to Casey. All pleasure comes from Casey."
His eyes were unfocused, glazed, and pointed somewhere over my head. He chanted mindlessly, gasping out his words as his sweat flew.
"My cock belongs to Casey. All pleasure comes from Casey. My cock belongs ... to Casey. All ... unh ... pleasure comes from Casey..."
He might not even remember that we'd fucked today. I'd been doing that sometimes. I loved how he made love to me when he was in control of himself, of his mind, his personality ... but sometimes - OK, more often lately - I was loving watching him as he mindlessly pounded away, a robotic fuck machine. I drew power from his helpless obedience.
"Good - unff - good boy! Cum now!"
"All pleasure comes from Caseeeeeyyyynnnngggrrrrrhhh..." He devolved completely into growling as he emptied himself inside me.
I made him put me down - gently, on my shaking legs - and I stroked his slick, softening cock. "Who does this belong to?" I murmured.
"You," he gasped.
"Good boy. Walk me to my next class, then you can wake up and go about your day. But first ... I want you to tell me about Eric ..."
* * *
That afternoon, I realized that Eric was in my chem lab. I'd forgotten that, or never noticed him ... But I noticed him now. He watched me, curiously. Gave me a smile when I noticed him. Not like before, but a ... warm, genuine smile.
