Sub Rosa Ties ( A High School Dark Romance)

Gerard

I parked my car in the garage and exited, slamming the door forcefully. My car keys dangled in my grip as I approached the substantial door of my house.

An eerie silence enveloped me, shrouded in darkness. Without bothering to flip the lights on, I ascended the stairs, making my way slowly to my bedroom.

I was still hard, filled with frustration, craving for more. She abandoned me just as she had on the previous night, and I wasn't going to let this go unnoticed.

Zera. Zera Palmer was a girl I'd been observing closely for the past year. I vividly recalled the day she was first introduced to the class, her long hair gleaming in the sunlight, accentuating her beauty.

In that very moment, an intense desire to possess her, to have my way with her and make her mine, took root.

However, I chose to suppress these emotions, hoping I could manage them and eventually let them go. And for a while, I did manage to push them aside-or so I thought.

A year ago, everything changed when I spotted her at the strip club. It bewildered me to see someone I had always believed to be innocent now on the pole, scantily clad and dancing provocatively.

I found myself inexplicably getting hard every time she danced, my desire for her reaching an uncontrollable peak. I was so consumed by lust that I often had to excuse myself to the bathroom to relieve the tension in private.

Her mere presence had this effect on me, and I started actively avoiding her in the hallways and during classes. Even when she came to watch friendly matches, I made sure to observe her from a distance because I couldn't trust myself around her.

The yearning to be with her was overpowering, a constant itch in the back of my mind. Whenever she unconsciously licked her lips or revealed those soft thighs, I was almost driven to madness.

I craved her so intensely, the mere thought of being with her left me restless. It was a burning desire that gnawed at me day and night. It was a longing.

Whenever I thought of her, my body responded with an undeniable yearning. She had become an obsession, a fire in my veins that couldn't be extinguished.

I want her. I want to own her. I want to fuck her so bad till my cock gets swollen and i feel the pain. I longed to have her all to myself, to claim her as mine.

And I would have my chance.

One day, I was determined to make it happen. Running into her in front of the teacher's office only reaffirmed my attraction to her.

I felt those soft thighs of hers beneath me and i wanted to fuck her right there. At that moment. But i couldn't. So, I resorted to doing what I knew best-leveraging my financial resources. I booked a private dance session with her.

The private dance session turned out to be quite satisfying. She delivered exactly what I wanted but left me yearning for more. Tonight, she repeated the same routine, wearing a facade as though I had taken advantage of her.

I was having a great time with my girl, even though she wasn't aware of it yet. It was clear she was enjoying it as much as I was, if not more. And I knew that in the days to come, we'd be engaging in more activities together.

I removed my jacket and unfastened my belt, tossing it onto the spacious bed. With a deliberate motion, I lowered my jeans, leaving me in just my boxers. I made my way to the bathroom and closed the door behind me, still clad in my underwear.

I turned on the shower, leaning forward with my head down, watching the cold water cascade over my body. A low groan escaped me, and I couldn't help but notice the bulge in my boxers, which was now prominently visible.

Memories of her bare backside sensually moving against my jeans flooded my mind. Her scent, sweet like peaches, lingered in my memory. I slipped my hand into my boxers, freeing my erect shaft, and began to caress it gently.

She pressed herself against me with a quicker and more vigorous rhythm, her short hair occasionally brushing against my face. I shut my eyes and savored the sensation of the water cascading over my skin as I began to gently stroke myself.

My hand quickened its pace as I indulged in vivid fantasies of her mouth enveloping my throbbing cock. I pictured her tongue tracing up and down my shaft while she expertly sucked me off.

My eyes flew open, and I couldn't help but release a loud, guttural moan of pleasure.

My climax suddenly surged through me, and my legs trembled as I ejaculated, spilling cum across the shower floor. A deep growl escaped my lips as I allowed the shower's flow to cleanse me.

Zera may resist, but I was determined to make her mine. Now that I knew her secret, I had a powerful tool at my disposal to keep her intrigued.

It was a secret she seemed so desperate to conceal, one I couldn't quite fathom.

"The real performance has only just begun, Zera," I declared with a low, intense chuckle, shutting off the shower.

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I perched on my bed, hands tucked beneath my head, gazing at the ceiling, pondering the ideal method to keep Zera close to me. I yearned for her scent and caress, but I understood that she would likely decline if I were to request it again.

Outside my room, I detected some movement, which prompted me to rise from my bed. I approached the door and pushed it ajar, sneaking a glance.

A petite figure, clad in a coat, was preparing to leave. The figure halted and turned toward me.

It was my mother.

"I believed you were sleeping," her voice carried a soothing and gentle tone. I widened the door and ventured outside, closing it behind me.

"I couldn't," my gaze locked onto her resplendent, blonde hair, which gleamed under the radiant light. Her lively ocean-blue eyes, distinct from my own, bored into mine.

I was often branded as the "bad egg," inheriting my father's brown hair instead of her blonde hair. As repulsed as I felt by the mere thought of my father, I couldn't deny my relief at not having her hair color.

Her gaze then drifted down to my exposed chest, where a prominent hawk tattoo resided. I had thrown on a pair of gray sweatpants.

"Why are you here?" I inquired, folding my arms, muscles flexing. I knew there were only two reasons she visited me: either to beseech me to meet my father's needs and whims, or to voice her grievances about the principal's remarks regarding me at school.

She swallowed hard.

"Your father... he wants you to return home."

This was the confirmation of my expectations.

"Why should I?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Didn't he disown me?"

"Gerard, you know he didn't mean what he said. He loves you, he has always loved you," she insisted, taking measured steps toward me and stopping right in front of me.

I gazed down at her petite frame, yet I remained silent.

"Go back home to your husband, Mum, and tell him that I'm not planning to be a prodigal son." I turned to open the door to my room, but slender hands wrapped around my arm, preventing me from leaving.

I turned back to look at her.

"You can't keep doing this, Gerard. You need to come back home to us, to me. You're the only one I have. What if something happens to you?" Her voice trembled as I witnessed her take a deep, shuddering breath.

She was visibly stressed, presumably due to my father.

"Nothing is going to happen to me, Mum. I'll be fine. Please, go now before it gets too late." I opened the door, and, despite the tears welling up in her eyes, I shut it firmly behind me.

Her unwavering support for my father in the past had left an indelible mark, and there was nothing she could do now to erase it.