Schooling

What happened to the Night? Part 1

You know what I expected? I expected to be used as a sex toy. I expected to be naked the entire day and drenched in sweat. I expected to be spanked multiple times and belted into submission. That's what I expected. But that's not what he had in mind. We did everything except what I had in mind.

All he did was ask me to make breakfast while he went out to get some wood for the fire place. Then we ate and fixed his bookshelf and I studied and now he lays on his massive brown cushioned sofa and I lay onto of him with my hands flat under him and my face against his chest. I fell asleep and woke up and he was reading a book with his chin on my head. I wasn't uncomfortable, actually I think I was the most comfortable I have ever been. I wasn't cold because we had the fire going since morning. I wasn't mad that we didn't do what i was expecting but there was a little piece of me that was disappointed. Why? I have no idea. I know that this is a serious decision. I know that there is a chance that I might not like it. I know that if I don't tell him I like it he will figure it out. I know that if i don't like what he does to me i might have to leave him or he will leave me. I know that, I know all of that. I know this is a grown up situation.

I take a long deep sigh to take it in, to take him in. I'm at a crossroad within my mind. Do I tell him I might not like it or wait and see and if I don't like it then what do I do. Just leave him? Will he want me? What a question. Will he want me?

"Your thinking so loud I can almost hear it. What's wrong?" He said, I could hear the vibration of his deep voice in my ear. He sat up forcing my body up with him, he turned me around by my waist so that my back was to his front. He placed the thick, old brown paged book on my lap. I looked down at the book and its small tall words. How can he read that?

"What is the problem love?" I could hear a bit of his british accent in that one. My heart skipped a beat just then. His chin is on my shoulder, his breathe is hitting my skin and it tingles now, this is new, tingles. When his lips brushed against my skin it felt like lightning, like zaps of electricity, it felt like a gunshot yet all i did was flinch in response. It felt painful but it excited me. Painful pleasure. Agonising and piercing pleasure. Torturous and deceiving, pleasure that most people would die for and I had that at the palm of my hand. Pleasure, such a sweet word full of so much sin.

"Um, well when you told me you'd show me what a sub does i thought that -" I was blushing. I'm such an open book he already knows what I'm thinking about now.

"Oh! Sex. Is that it?" Yes and that he did he saw through me like i was glass. I shyly nodded pulling down the sleeves of his jumper from my elbows to my hands and picked at the loose threads i found. Bad habit. I felt him move and i flinched and he stopped.

"Bend over." he demanded. It wasn't a request or invitation it was a stone cold demand.

"W-why?" I stuttered confused.

"You want me to treat you like a slut so bend over. I told you i would show you what a sub does. This is what a sub does. She obeys her master and in turn the master provides for her. Are you not warm? Are you not comfortable? Have i not fed you and made sure you studied? You've followed all my rules without knowing them. You're a natural born submissive. I mean, yes a submissive pleases her master and the master rewards the submissive but i thought we could save that till night time. Take it slow since you are a virgin. But if you are so eager then bend over so i can be a stereotype." He said. He looked so motionless giving me demands. Stereotype, maybe I'm just thinking of him as too much of a stereotype. He hasn't hurt me. He just said he wanted to take it slow.

"Is there a problem? Do you not want to obey your sadist?" He said. He's mad, i can see it in his eyes. He is mad because i thought he was going to- What to do? What to do? "Failure to follow orders results in pun-" Before he could finish i dropped form his lap to the floor and onto my knees. I sat on my ankles and looked up at him. There was shock and confusion written on his face.

"I'm sorry, master. I'm sorry i made you upset," It was sincere but the word master was forced. He wasn't tense anymore. His body relaxed. I didn't realise it was that bad.

"You called me master?" He asked. Back to normal again, good. I nodded "No arguments or stubbornness? None at all?" I shook my head. "I can be mean. I can make you feel pain. You will learn to hate and fear me. But I don't want you to think that I only want your body," He confessed with a struggle. I smiled brightly and gave him a hug. He pulled away slightly so we were nose to nose.He looked in my eyes and i looked into his perfect pools. He leaned in....a kiss? Oh no! My breathing became heavier and heavier until it was too hard to hold and luckily the phone rang. He groaned and picked it up. 

Seconds after he hung up and sprung to his feet with me in his arms and went straight to the car. He shoved me in and we drove away. He was in such a rush he didn't even remember to close his door. Before i could ask what was wrong the school came into view and all my questions were answered. Well not all of them. Students were running out of the building. Chaos everywhere. What the hell happened. Who did this. Mr Night got out and locked the car. I tried opening the door and i couldn't he had locked me in! It was a good idea seeing as all i wore was a very long jumper of his. All i could ask myself is what happened, are my friends okay. Is everyone okay!

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Part two is coming just ask my laptop to be nice!

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Bye xx