Westminster Academy (Part One)

seven

As soon as we closed the door behind us, I turned to Henry and pierced him with my eyes.
"You've got to be kidding me."

Henry raised his eyebrows. "Is this the appropriate way to talk to your new dominant?" 

I laughed in disbelief. "You can't be serious. Why are you doing this?"

"Lower your voice. We should go, or he'll hear us."

"I don't care!" I hissed. "Answer my question!"

"You are not in the position to make demands, Azalea" he sharply replied. I had to admit that his sudden change of tone was intimidating. He put a hand on my lower back, just like he had done in the headmaster's office, and pushed me forwards. His touch felt strange, but for whatever reason, I didn't fight back. When we were out on the hallway we were the only two people there because the lesson wasn't over yet. 

"What is wrong with you? Why the hell would you blackmail me into being your submissive?" I asked. 

"I will answer your questions when I find it necessary. Now is not the time."

"Oh, and what time is now?" 

I had barely finished speaking when he suddenly put his hand on my throat. Yes, on my throat. He pushed me backwards, gently but strong enough that I had to lean against the wall. He was so tall that I could see nothing but him. He didn't squeeze, I was perfectly able to breathe. Yet, I held my breath. Nobody had ever touched me like this. 

"Now is the time for you to shut up and listen to me." 

His voice was deep and throaty. He spoke lowly, not putting much effort into sounding intimidating. Because he didn't have to. 

"I understand that you are confused, but before I explain anything, I will make sure you know where your place is." 

I would have laughed at any other guy, I swear. But I couldn't even think of formulating a full sentence with his hand on my throat and his eyes on my soul. 

"Are you capable of having a conversation without throwing a tantrum now?"

I glared at him but didn't dare to make a sassy comment. Not with his hand wrapped around my neck. 

"Yes." 

He let go and took a step back. I took a deep breath. I would have liked to touch my neck, but I didn't want to look like he had left any impression on me with this little performance. He had. But he didn't need to know. 

"Now, before you get all angry again. Don't you feel a little relieved?"

I wanted to shout at him, but he was right. I would stay here, I would have access to books and, most importantly, I was away from my parents. Actually, I was so relieved that I wanted to break down and bawl my eyes out. 

"Answer the question, Azalea."

"Yes", I replied, annoyed. 

"I am your dominant and you are my submissive, whether you like it to not" he stated. I pressed my lips together. "But this doesn't have to be as terrible as you expect. In fact, it's all in your control."

"In my control?" I laughed, because this was actually funny. "You manipulated me, blackmailed me, tortured me, and now you tell me I have any sort of control in this?"

"First of all, I didn't torture you. Yet."

I quirked an eyebrow at him.

"Secondly, yes, you are in control" Henry replied, calmly. "I'm not the kind of sadist who punishes you out of nowhere for his own pleasure. It all depends on how you choose to behave." 

"I can't believe this" I murmured to myself. 

"This is the last time I let this behaviour slip" he admonished me sternly. "After school I expect you to come to me so we can talk about the rules. As soon as those are clear, every misstep will be punished and I swear to God" He made a dramatic pause. "I know you like pain, but you won't like this kind." 

I couldn't even breathe, so outraged was I. "I don't-"

"We can talk about the rest later. For now, all you have to know is that this is how it works from now on."

I fell silent. I was so exhausted, I didn't have the strength to fight back. 

"As I said, it doesn't have to be so terrible. But as long as you resist, I won't make any compromises."

I didn't react. I just gave him a long, heavy look and hoped he would see all the resentment in it. Henry took a step towards me and lifted his hand to ... touch me? Hit me? Stroke me? But then he withdrew it and let out an exasperated sigh.

"Alright, get back to your class, ace. I'll see you later."

This time, he was the one who left me standing.