Westminster Academy (Part One)

twenty-five

If someone had told me four weeks ago that I would fall hopelessly in love with Henry Craven, I would have laughed at them.

It was ridiculous, but it was true. I was in love with the man who tricked me into being his submissive and had hurt me severely multiple times. I had to admit that that made me sound like a crazy person.

But I was also in love with the person who offered me unconditional support and protection. As much as I wanted to do the whole "I don't need anyone to protect me" thing - in a world like this one, ruled and dominated by men, it was a blessing to have a man at your side who had your back and supported your education.

It was amazing how compatible our personalities actually were. It had taken me a while to see it, but now that I had got to know Henry pretty well, it was obvious. I even dared to claim that I knew him better than most other people.

I knew that his favourite subject was History. I knew that his dream was to become a politician and make change. I knew that he respected his mother as much as his father and that he found his parents' relationship very inspiring.

Henry knew things about me as well. That my favourite subject was probably every subject I wasn't allowed to study. That my dream was to not end up as a housewife. That I loved my mother as much as I hated my father and that my parents' relationship was what inspired me the most to fight for my own freedom.

I had enjoyed the deep talks at least as much as the kisses. God, those kisses were incredible. We so easily lost ourselves in the electricity, and it seemed to intensify more and more. We sometimes ended up doing nothing but kiss, touch, explore for hours. I had never thought of myself as a particularly physical, affectionate person. Turns out I was, with Henry.

As for the punishments - they obviously happened regularly. Of course, they did. I was still me, unable to be a good submissive all the time. But the few spankings had only been for little things, like not addressing Henry with his beloved Sir or rolling my eyes a few times too often.

I had found myself being okay with the punishments at some point. I still resisted, my pride didn't give me much of a choice. But the truth was that I actually quite enjoyed Henry's discipline at times. Pain could be a nice escape if it was applied correctly.

"Alright, I have to go in, ace."

It was a Thursday afternoon and my classes were already over. Henry still had a History lesson left and he wouldn't miss it for the world. He often allowed me to accompany him to the male section of the school and drop him off at his classroom. We both had this ridiculous intellectual ambition thing going on, and I couldn't allow myself to spend less time studying than him. So I usually went to the library and read until he was finished.

"Go study. And behave." Henry shot me a warning look.

I suppressed an eye role and smiled. "Yes, sir."

He let go of my hand and gave me a brief forehead kiss.

I loved how he was never ashamed to show his affection for me. It didn't matter where we were and who we were with, Henry kissed and touched me whenever he felt like it. He didn't let me take control, ever, but I didn't mind. As much as I loved being in charge, I wasn't really the assertive type when it came to physical things.

I found myself alone in the hallway after all the dominants had entered the classroom. I watched Henry take his seat in the front row and turned to go to the library as the door was closed. But when I heard the teacher talk through the wooden door, I paused.

His voice was loud and clear, I could understand every single word. There was a window in the middle of the door, and I couldn't resist the temptation to steal a glance. According to Henry, the teacher's name was Mr. Abbott.