I admired a man that I thought was caring, thoughtful and sweet. I would have never imagined that he would blackmail me into obeying his every whim. He changed. He changed everything about me. Who would have thought that giving myself to him would liberate my inner fire.
*****
I left his house immediately after he threatened to reveal the video. I would have stayed but being blackmailed at a party doesn't really put me in a mood to celebrate. He didn't text me after I left. I don't think he noticed my absence.
I thought that when we saw each other at school, he would have forgotten our agreement. But when I saw him that morning he was more adamant about it.
The first couple of lessons, Blake acted like nothing happened. He acted like I didn't exist, but I was used to it. He never paid any attention to me, nor did he ever care. Sometimes the only reason we spoke was because Rebecca was around.
At the party I finally felt that he noticed me, that he paid attention to my every move. Somehow I felt important when he touched me, when he whispered those sweet and naughty words in my ear.
His sweet touch became so rough, his sweet words became dirty. His rough touch and dirty words made me shiver. It made me want him. At that moment I still wanted him regardless.
"Come see me during study break. We need to talk." Blake said pulling me aside. Just touching my arm made me weak. I just stared blankly at him. He didn't wait for an answer, we both knew I didn't have a choice.
Yeah, we had a lot to talk about. We had a shit load of things to discuss but where do we begin?
I sat in study hall with my friends. I could hardly speak because I was so nervous. What could I possibly say to him? My thoughts ran wild as I calmly sat at my desk but inside I was a mess.
During study period my phone vibrated with a message from Blake. I was apprehensive at first but I knew that he had the upper hand.
COME TO THE ART ROOM. ALONE.
As I read it, I could imagine how Blake would have said it. Is voice would have been thick with power and so demanding or probably smooth and persuasive.
I asked the teacher for permission. Obviously I didn't tell her that I wanted to see Blake because he ordered me to meet him because he probably wants to fuck me. Do I even want to fuck him?
I knocked on the door a few times but there was no answer. I almost thought that he wasn't there. Who am I kidding, I hoped he wasn't there.
"Come in Hanna. " he said through the door.
I walked in. Blake leaned against the teacher's table. I almost forgot how incredibly sexy he looked in his school uniform. His white shirt was untucked and his blue and grey tie was slightly undone. His black pants made him look older. His golden hair was messy and I could see a slight stubble.
"Sit." Blake said motioning to the desk in front of him.
My legs were weak and they shook slightly as I sank into to chair.
"Why did you ask me to meet you here?" I asked. My voice was low and sounded more timid than what I would have liked.
Blake stared down at me with his bluer than blue eyes. I wasn't able to meet his gaze and I looked down at my fingers. Memories of the party flashed in my mind. The way he touched me. Oh God.
"Hanna, I don't want you to think that I've forgotten our agreement. I just needed some time to think." He smiled.
"What did you think about?"
"I thought about you." He said leaning on my desk. "I thought about your lips, your curves, your ass and how I would fuck it. I especially thought about your wet little pussy rubbing on my thigh as I touched you."
He stared at me. He observed my reaction to his words. I squirmed in my chair as every hair on my body stood upright. Only his words and his stare made my body quiver.
"But aside from all that, I thought about what I want from you. I bet that you will, at the end, beg for me to take you." He stated.
"I bet you're wrong. I will never beg for anything from you." I spat. I stood proudly and walked to the door. He didn't own me.
As soon as I touched the doorknob Blake had me by the hair. He grabbed my ponytail and pushed my face on the wooden door. I had my back to him and I could feel his hot breath on my neck.
"Don't be a little bitch. I know what you want. You like it when I'm angry. You just make me angry because you like it rough." He said pressing me against the door. "Say it." He commanded.
"Yes sir, I like it." I breathed.
Blake backed away and for a moment a missed his body pressed up against mine. Blake dragged me to the table by my hair. He pushed my face against the black table causing my ass to rise. Blake pressed himself against my ass. I could feel his cock hardening as he pushed himself into me.
"I think you should have some rules. You like that? " he asked. I didn't take it as a question. I took his words like demands.
"You have to call me 'sir'. Even around your prissy friends. I want them to know you belong to me."
"Yes sir." I moaned. Every time he pushed into me, oh God, my body clenched in all the right places.
"You will never wear underwear, unless I say otherwise. I want to see those suckable nipples though your white shirt."
"But sir I..."
"Are" SMACK "you" SMACK "refusing" SMACK "me?" SMACK
After every slap my body moved up the desk. I groaned with pain as his hand came down. I only had my pleated skirt and panties covering my ass.
"No sir." I moaned. Blake pulled up my skirt and exposed my white panties. My cheeks turned crimson with embarrassment.
"Since you won't be needing these. How about I get rid of them for you?" He said laughing.
Blake gripped my panties and pulled hard. A loud tearing sound echoed through the class. My ass burned like fire and my heart thumped against the cold desk.
He rubbed his hot hand over my cheeks. His slow touch on my sensitive flesh, the blood pounding in my ears and his tight grip on my hair all melted down into an erotic dream that I never thought I would have. In my dreams I had control but Blake had all the power. He controlled me. This was no dream.
