Help me to love again (finished)

Chapter 3 : «Without me, you are nothing. »

Porsche

I am Porsche. I'm 22 years old. I am in my third year of law school. I am often described as a cold and heartless person. That's probably who I am, but I don't care. What interests me is me and nothing else. I like to dominate the others and especially to have the control on those which I can have it. Pete is my favorite victim, a real dog who obeys his master. I am his main torturer. I don't know why I like bothering him but that's also something I don't want to explain. No need to ask this kind of question when the important thing is to have fun.

I am the one who holds his entire future in my hands. I'm the one who owns no less than 500 photos and videos of her ass from every angle imaginable. Pete was a real rascal when we were together. He liked to film himself fingering himself and send that to me. Of course, I liked the show... What do you think?

Pretending to be in a relationship with Pete for a year was a bet I made with an old friend of mine. Now he is no longer at the same university as me, so there is no need to mention his name. Just know that he didn't like Pete and neither did I. I pretended to be his friend then his boyfriend to better deceive and hurt him... And thus pocket the superb sum of fifty thousand baht. A successful bet is a bet that pays a lot.

In college, I'm popular. Lot of people love me. I don't pay attention to anyone.With Pete we form a group of two. No one suspects what is going on between us. People keep thinking that me and Pete are still boyfriend and we get along perfectly fine. But make no mistake, this is far from the case.

I consider Pete more like a sex toy than a friend. He knows it and willingly submits to me now. Anyway, he has no choice if he doesn't want to see his life torn apart. We are both in the canteen eating.

- Pete, pass me the salt.

Pete immediately lifts his head and stares at me for a few seconds before looking down at the salt. I stare at him coldly so that he understands that he doesn't have to joke with me.

- Hurry up otherwise I'll hit you later...

Pete is immediately scared and grabs the salt. He passes it to me fearfully before saying. Pete looks down at his plate.

- You... you don't have to threaten me Porsche. I... will never do anything against your will!

I smile before leaning over to him and firmly gripping his thigh with one of my strong hands. He shivered in fear.

- Oh, but I know you won't do anything against my will. I no longer need to remind you that I have in my possession beautiful videos of your ass so that you are obedient.

I press my hand to his thigh and he moans quietly.

- Aaaaaah.... Porsche... please... I... I am obedient...

I laugh euphorically but soft enough that only Pete can hear me.

- I know it too...

He glares at her before concentrating on the meal I bought him. I say nonchalantly:

- Tonight I'm going home with you.

Pete raises his head:

- What? This evening?

He looks terrified. I raise an eyebrow.

- What is the problem? You refuse?

Pete shakes his head.

- N... no that's not it... don't get mad Porsche but I'm working tonight... until late at night... I... I'll be tired when I get home and... I want to sleep ... please...

Pete looks at me stressed. I also usually go to his house to fuck him once in a while. Satisfied with her performance in the toilet room , I would have liked to get back into her ass tonight, but I'm not a very mean bully. I know that Pete works hard to pay for his sick grandmother's care, since we work in the same fancy restaurant as waiters. Tonight I'm not working but Pete is.

- I'm sorry, Porsche.

He looks down. I sigh.

- It's okay... I'm not going to get mad if you have a valid reason provided I can fuck you tomorrow morning when I wake up.

Pete understands that I'm going to impose myself in his bed tonight. He raises his head and says:

- All right... all right... I... we're going home tonight... or do you prefer to go in your home first to get some things?

I lean against my flesh and say:

- I'm going home to get some stuff. I'm not going to wear your clothes... they're too small...

I look at Pete.

- Anyway, things are clear between you and me... you're nothing without me. Be kind to me, serve me, obey me and you won't regret it.

Pete cowers in terror and looks down. I have the satisfaction of seeing him curl up on himself.

- I... it's very clear Porsche... I've been doing this for a year... I... can still do it as long as you want...

I grabbed Pete's arm to shake him a bit more. He squeaks with fear when I say:

- And it's not going to stop, believe me... I'll be using you for a very long time as a sex toy... in fact... until I get tired of you... so I will delete the photos and videos and you will be free...for now you are my pet...pet Pete...sounds good...right?

Pete's eyes widen. I feel very uncomfortable but I like seeing him like this. It's a fantasy for me to destabilize people to get what I want out of them. I see his eyes become bright.

- I don't want to see you cry, bitch. Otherwise, people will wonder what's wrong and it would be a shame if you got yourself into more trouble, right?

I smile when I see Pete lift his head to look at me. Anger and despair took hold of his face. But the fact that he doesn't have the courage to face me makes me appreciate the moment even more.

I caress his cheek gently and he freezes.

- Keep eating Pete. Otherwise I get angry. I didn't buy you a meal to eat it cold.

I wait for it to sink before taking a sip from my glass of water, a happy supplement to have a weak soul at my service.