"Fücking shit."
I hiss under my breath, I'm trying on multiple outfits to wear to see Mr. Grey. I was stressing since I never looked good and decided to actually try this time. I mean, anything for daddy, am I right? I throw a black sweater across my room.
"Is there anything else other than black in my closet?"
I sarcastically tell myself, I decided to stop rummaging through my drawers and towards my closet. I push through a few dresses until I see one that is extravagant. My eyes observe it in content, I pull it from my hanger and slip into it quickly. Twenty minutes left Rodriguez. I gaze at my body in the mirror, the white flared dress complimented my tall figure.
I smile at my innocence, stop lying Elena, for gods sake you want Mr. Grey to spank you after you disobey him. I laugh internally, I strap on a pair of brown sandals and my phone along with my wallet. I quickly jog down my stairs to my car, in about five minutes I reach my destination. Eleven fifty-five am, right on time. I walk through the mall, clutching onto my phone for dear life.
What will his reaction be after seeing me look so causal? I mean he's always in suits. And about the agreement... I see the food court, and a familiar figure sitting down at a booth. I see that he's staring at his phone.
His eyes drift from his phone onto me, his facial expression changes from serious to shock. I nonchalantly walk up to him, he completely blocks his phone from him and has his full attention on me. He looks me up and down as my walking comes to a halt in front of his table.
"Hi."
I get out a bit squeaky, nervous much? He snaps out of his thoughts and swallows.
"Hello Elena, I'm so glad you could make it."
I nod, smiling politely. He smiles in return. His eyes never leave my figure, I take a seat next to him.
"Is it alright if I sit next to you?"
Not that many people were around. Luckily no one from our school.
"Oh sure, here."
He moves aside eagerly, I giggle under my breath, sliding in next to him. I fiddle with my fingers, not knowing what to say. He seemed tense, as if I've done something to offend him. Finally he breaks the awkward silence.
"Have you made your decision yet, Miss Rodriguez?"
Back to last names huh? I nodded, knowing my final answer.
"I'm agreeing to be your submissive."
He goes from tense to pure joyful. He turns to me and smiles a toothy smile, my insides do a backflip.
"Elena.. Wow. I didn't think you'd agree. This is the greatest news I've gotten by far. You have no idea how long I've wanted you to be mine Rodriguez."
He licks his lips hungrily, his right hand grasps my inner thigh. My cheeks heat up, looking away from my legs and to his deep blue orbs. I saw emptiness, a kind that doesn't just grow out of nowhere. But caused. I feel his fingers slowly separate my thighs under our table.
I finally take action.
"Mr. Grey!"
I scold quietly, he chuckles lowly, rubbing my area gently. I begin to feel myself grow wetter by the minute. I squirm as his muscular hands toy with me.
"Please."
I plead out, he nuzzles his lips into my neck, biting at a sensitive part of my skin. I whimper as he continues his torturous actions, I begin to reach my high. Not again..
"What is that kitten?"
Fück pet names again?
"Please, stop."
I moan very quietly, he stops in an instant. Removing his godly hands from my heat and onto his lap. I try to fix my breathing as he smirks next to me. I grip my dress in sexual frustration, trying to calm down.
"Wh-"
Mr. Grey cuts me off.
"I will pleasure you in any way I want too, and anywhere. The submissive will have the choice to tell the dominant to stop if she is reaching her high."
He informs me, I roll my eyes, he glares.
"Who said I was almost at my climax?"
He has an intimidating look at this moment.
"Your thighs told me, the way you were clenching my hand harder and harder. And did you just roll your eyes at me Miss Rodriguez?"
He whispers, I widen my eyes. I don't answer.
"I said, did you just roll your eyes at me?"
I feel as if the room has closed in on me and one sudden movement would lead me to my downfall. Boy, he's angry.
"Yes."
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Mr. Grey
Teen Fiction"He's your math teacher Elena!" "And?" "For gods sake he grades your papers, teaches you in class, how could you have such fantasies about him?" With the attraction towards her math teacher, and the innocence of her student privileges. Here lies the...