Domination

Part IX

"Hey, Hayley?" I called out to my best friend. "What now, Grace?" She rolled her eyes at me. "What even is a 'rager'?" I asked her. She threw down her mini dress and glared at me.

"Are you kidding me, Grace? Do I really have to explain this to you?" I slowly nodded my head yes, scared that she was going to take her anger out on me.

"Remember when I made you watch Project X with me? Those were ragers. And we will be going to one tomorrow night. So be ready to get wasted!" She cheered.

I rolled my eyes and began to open my mouth. "I'm not getting 'wasted.' I don't even want one drop of alcohol." "Grace, stop being a buzzkill. Don't go if you're not going to have fun."

I began to think about what she said. Should I go? I don't want to drink. I don't want to stay up too late. I don't want to dance or hang out with anybody. Maybe I should stay home.

"Grace, I didn't mean it like that. I just mean that this isn't your type of crowd. If you know you won't like it, then don't go. I can make Lucas stay home with you. He does almost anything that I say. He's like a puppy."

"Hayley, I want to go. And I'll gladly go with you. But I get to pick my outfit and I want to be home by midnight. Please," I begged. She laughed and rolled her eyes.

"I'll make you a deal. I'll get you home by midnight, but I get to pick your outfit. I'm not letting you go to probably the biggest party in our town in the next ten years looking like a nun's daughter."

I huffed in annoyance, but I knew this was the best that I was going to get. "Fine, whatever. Am I wearing one of your dresses or are we going to get one?" I asked her.

"Oh, Grace. We're going to have to buy one. Your chest and waist are too small to fit into my dress. You'll look like you're wearing a bag. Let's go to the mall. I heard Windsor is having a sale!" She jumped up and down.

Hayley pulled me to her car and sped off to the mall. I knew she was going to want to stop at a dozen stores there before we actually looked at dresses.

She bought 3 pairs of shoes and 6 outfits before we even got to look for our dresses. Hayley grabbed seven different dresses and ran back to the dressing rooms.

I looked around the store and started walking towards the shoe section.

"Grace! Get your fat ass back here. These dresses aren't for me!"

Everyone in the store heard Hayley yelling and shot glares towards her and me. I scurried off to the back of the store with my head down and my tail between my legs.

I saw Hayley standing there impatiently and she rolled her eyes at me as I walked up to her. "Okay so these 3 are for me, and these 4 are for you," she smiled as she shoved the dresses into my arms.

"I grabbed you dresses that were more flowing from the hips down because I knew your butt wouldn't fit into your usual size 0. And we don't have enough time to get you fitted and your dress tailored."

I tried on the 4 dresses and disliked all of them. They were all spaghetti strapped, low necked, and short. I left the fitting room and threw the dresses on the rack.

"I'm going to find another option," I grumbled as I walked past Hayley.

After a half an hour of searching, I realized that Hayley actually picked the least provocative dresses. I found a dress that I really liked, but I knew my mom would disapprove.

I grabbed the dress and walked back to Hayley. "Hey, Hayley, what do you think?" I asked her while holding up the dress. Her mouth fell open and she nodded eagerly.

I went back into the fitting room and I put the dress on. It was a bit revealing, but for the first time in my life, I felt sexy as hell. I looked amazing and I was in a bit of a dilemma.

I could wear the dress and feel amazing, but I'd be shaming my family. I could wear a more appropriate outfit, but I'd feel dumb and I wouldn't look good.

I took the dress off and left the fitting room. "I'll meet you in the car, Hayley," I shouted as I walked past her fitting room. "Alright, I'll be out in 15."

I sat in Hayley's car and patiently waited for her. I saw her walking towards me struggling with her 4 bags. She put her bags in the trunk and threw herself into the driver's seat.

"Holy shit, Grace! You bought it! Oh my god, you're going to look soooo sexy! And Harley is going to be pissed when he sees you. Just stay away from Lucas," she winked at me.

I let my bag sit between my feet on the floor as I looked out the window. "Don't worry, Grace. I won't tell my brother. But do not mention me when he asks you about it at the party. I had no part in this."

"I know, Hayley. And I won't," I smiled at her.

Hayley dropped me off, and as I was walking inside, she rolled the passenger side window down. "Hey, Grace! I'm going to get dinner with Lucas. Would you like to come with us?"

I took a minute to think and decided that I wanted to pay Harley a visit tonight and I didn't want to be interrupted. Especially by Hayley.

"No, umm, I actually have some homework to get caught up on. But maybe another time," I smiled at her. "Boo, you're such a whore. Whatever, see you tonight."

She rolled up the window and sped away. I opened my front door, set my bag inside, then I headed over to Harley's house. I knocked on the door and waited for him to answer.

The door swung open and there stood Mrs. Hall. "Grace, hello, love. Do you need something?" She asked me. "Yes, Mrs. Hall, is Harley home?"

She smiled at me and said, "in his room, go on up, sweetheart." I thanked her and headed up to Harley's room. I knocked and waited for him to answer.

The door remained shut and I heard no noise inside. I knocked again and there was no answer. I decided to look inside to see if he was even home.

I opened his door and took two steps inside. He was laying on his bed with his headphones in his ears. He looked up and saw me, and panic flooded through his eyes.

He threw his phone and headphones to the side and grabbed the blanket to cover himself up. "I-I'm sorry, am I interrupting something?" I asked him curiously.

"Uh, no, not really, princess. I just umm, well I was just uhh, fuck, Gracie. I was masturbating," he sighed as he put his head into his hands.

A bright blush covered my face and I was stunned. I decided that this would be the perfect time to pay him back for what he gave me last time.

"Could I be of any assistance?" I asked him. His eyes widened and he looked me up and down. "Are you okay with doing something like that to me, Gracie?"

I nodded my head 'yes' and started walking towards him. I gently pulled the covers off of him and saw his erect cock laying against his stomach.

I grasped it in one hand and started pumping him. He threw his head back and groaned in pleasure. A bit of precum came out of the tip and Harley began to sit up.

"Would you mind if I took control?" He asked me. "No, of course not," I whispered, knowing that this is exactly what I wanted. He smirked at me and said, "good. On your knees."

I complied and got on my knees in front of him. "Open up that pretty little mouth of yours, baby girl."

I immediately opened his mouth and he shoved his whole shaft down my throat. Tears were rolling down my cheeks and I gagged every once in a while.

"Fuck, princess. You're doing so good," he encouraged. He grabbed all of my hair in one of his hands. He aggressively slammed my mouth down his cock repeatedly.

"Fuck, Gracie. This perfect little mouth of yours is going to make me cum, baby girl."

He slammed into my mouth a few more times before I felt his warm semen shoot down my throat. I swallowed it before I pulled away from him.

"Open," he demanded. I opened my mouth and moved my tongue around so he could see that I swallowed it.

"Good girl."