Westminster Academy (Part One)

three

I was suddenly very aware of his presence. I could feel his eyes on me, physically. They had an unusual colour, but I was too far away to pinpoint it. His sharp gaze was barely endurable. Impressive. I tried to ignore it and lifted my chin.

"How do you know my name?"

He chuckled.

"Who doesn't know your name? The famous, untouchable Azalea Evans."

His tone should have made me angry, but it didn't. I liked that he called me untouchable. Not untamed or naughty, untouchable. It felt empowering.

"And you are?" I asked. I wanted him to react outraged, because he was the famous headmaster's son who never had a sub for longer than two weeks because apparently, none was good enough for him. But he didn't even blink.

"Henry Craven, nice to meet you."

His sweet smile betrayed that he knew perfectly well that I had already known his name. Because who didn't?

"Well, don't you want to thank me?" he asked.

"Excuse me?"

"For saving you from Bradley Dabbs?"

"Oh, please" I laughed. "Nobody needs to be saved from Bradley Dabbs."

"He was about to hit you, if I'm not mistaken?"

"He was, yes."

Henry frowned and tried to read me.

"You wanted him to hit you? You really are a masochist."

That comment lit a fire in me.

"I wanted him to hit me so he would have to go to your father and get what he deserves."

I couldn't quite interpret the look Henry was giving me, but he seemed somewhat impressed.

"You don't really like him, do you?"

I raised my eyebrows. That didn't even deserve an answer.

"Do you?" I asked back. Henry shrugged.

"He's an asshole."

I was perplexed for a second. Were dominants even allowed to talk badly about other dominants in front of girls? Well, he didn't seem to be someone who was very concerned about rules anyway.

"That's what I told him, and that's how I ended up in the headmaster's office" I said. Henry's posture changed. Only a slight bit, but I noticed.

"You shouldn't have done that" he said. It sounded serious and...authoritarian? He kept confusing me. Weren't we just chatting one second ago? Was he really trying to lecture me now?

"It was absolutely worth it, thank you" I snapped back. A smirk played around his eyes, though the rest of his face remained serious.

"Sure you don't want a dominant? Someone should teach you some manners."

Oh, that again.

"Trying to save your dad some work?"

"Yes, actually", he crossed his arms in front of his chest. "You end up there so often, your daddy issues must be severe."

The fire he had lit a few seconds ago developed into a volcanic explosion.

"Fuck y-"

The sudden lift of his finger paired with the stern look in his eyes stopped me from fully saying it.

"Watch your mouth. Or would you like another punishment right away? I'm sure your backside is already pretty bruised."

His comment on my backside made me even more furious. So enraged that I didn't even get a word out. He mistook my silence for confirmation.

"That's what I thought" he said, but, strangely, it didn't sound triumphant but ferocious. Like he actually felt offended by my attempt to insult him. It was true, though. He had provoked me so badly that I had forgotten how stupid it would be to severely insult a dominant for the second time today. Especially when it was the headmaster's son.

He took a step towards me. I was proud of not taking one back, because he was tall and broad shouldered, and he really had an intimidating effect. Henry was so close that I could now say with certainty that his eyes were grey. Steel grey.

"I don't think you're indomitable" he stated. I was too fascinated by his eye colour to find a proper response. "You just need someone who treats you exactly like you deserve."

I was confused. He did weird things to me with his words. Either way, I needed to say something.

"Are you offering?" I asked innocently.

The smirk around his eyes found it's way to his lips.

"I might be."

I smiled back in the sweetest way possible.

"Well, I'm deeply flattered. Too bad that I'm untouchable." 

I held his gaze for two more seconds, watching his smirk being replaced with bitterness. Then I turned around and walked away.