Why would I want Drama in my life? [Slash]

You naughty boy....

Aaron's POV

For the first time in my life I have never felt so abused, on top of it all I have never felt like such a slave.

During the rest of the first week on to the next, of Drama's arrival and his spectacle for the school he had became a celebrity, as much as he loves the attention he was getting, he never as much as paid them much mind.

Where in as me, Lizzie took all her frustration out on me and I was living the life that most men would be more than willing to have....to be a sex slave.

"You bitch!!!" she screamed punching me in the face, as she rode hard and wild.

"Ow..." I groaned in pain pleasure, I don't know why but I always loved pain during sex at least with her, likewise her and that is what keeps us together for so long our masochistic sex life other than that I want her out for she is nothing more than a hindrance.

But at the moment there was nothing much I could do for I was in bondage, my arms and legs were bounded and my dick was tied in an upright position.

"Shut the fuck up!" she slapped me.

"You fucking bitch!" I growled pulling on my restraints causing me to chaff until they finally gave in.

I pushed her off me on the bed then dove into her, drilling her woman's spot making her scream out in shear pleasure, long and hard until I exploded into her.

Half an hour later she laid in my arms smiling, "What you did was the sexiest thing ever!" then she fell asleep but not before she kissed me goodnight.

I only laid there lost in my thoughts, the sex was good but at the same time it means nothing at least anymore, the only reason she is behaving like this is because of Drama.

Whenever she kissed me I only feel his lips on mine begging me to let him in, ever since then I only feel his lips on mine whether or not Lizzie kissed me. I only wondered what it would have felt like to truly taste him?

I remembered he pushed his hands in my pocket before he departed the chancellors office last week Monday.

I wonder.........?

I quietly detached myself from Lizzie then quietly got out of bed and looked for the shirt I had worn that day.

Luckily for me Lizzie was too lazy to search my pockets when she washes my shirt or clothes.....lost a lot of things cause of that too.

My hand withdrew a piece of paper with the ink all spreading over it surprisingly the number was still visible. Only thing now is to decide whether to call or text him?

I hauled on a pair of shorts and a sleeveless shirt to show off my muscles and a pair of running shoes. I went over to Lizzie and kissed her gently telling her I'm going running.

"But its 4:30 am," she groaned.

"Well you love me fit and sexy not to mention my firm ass and running helps."

"Oh oh go on you sexy beast." she smiled and slapped my ass.

I chuckled softly, not really meaning it one bit.

"Hello," I said nervously into the phone.

"Yeah sure now you call do you know what time it is?" he roared pissed that I disturbed his sleep and took so long to call him. Do I dare tell him that I just realized that I remembered that I had it?

"How do you know its me?" I asked innocently.

"Ronny don't bullshit me. How could I not know that sexy voice of yours?" He said jokingly then serious again, "But seriously what do you want I need my sleep to defend myself against the bitch when she finds out."