My Psychotic Master

Chapter 4

"I'm into rough stuff, what about that makes me special?" I asked Jack. "Well, I like rough and I'm special," He said, with a little smirk on his face. I scoffed, "Sure, you're special."

He reached forward and grabbed onto my throat, pulling me so close; to him. "Is this what you want?" He asked, his voice louder now, calmly furious. "Is this why you're provoking me so much? You want me to do this to you?" I couldn't breathe but I also couldn't stop myself from nodding my head barely, because I could feel that my core was heating up.

"That's what I thought. Only the second day and I already have you under my control," He said. He took his hand away from my throat, allowing me to talk. "You aren't in charge of me," I told him, my teeth gritted.

"Oh really? You want to bet on that princess?" He asked. I glared my eyes and nodded. His hand touched the inside of my thigh, safely a foot away from my crotch but it was getting slowly closer. My breathing grew shallow and I tried not to look into his eyes but they were drawing me in, and somehow what he was doing to me was affecting me more than most things ever have. My chest involuntarily arched out a little, and I was hoping he didn't notice but I saw a little glint in his eyes and knew that he did.

"Do you still hold onto that bet?" He asked me, his lips dangerously close to me though his hand was still at a safe distance. I didn't know what to think, should I say yes or no? He would know that I was lying if I said yes but if I said no I would be giving into him so I didn't say or do anything.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked and I don't even remember having control of my mind or mouth as I heard myself say "No, please. Don't stop." Just then there was a noise as someone cleared their throat and I jumped. Jack took his hand away and casually sat back in his seat.

"S-So sorry sir, I just didn't want the food to get cold," The boy said, and he looked genuinely scared at what Jack would do. "No you are totally fine, perfect timing in fact," He said and looked over at me. "Wouldn't you say?" He asked me.

I let out a very disgruntled cry, but then thought and nodded, "Yes, it was," Because if he hadn't interrupted I don't know what would have happened, because I was not in control of my body. I don't know how he had me in such a trance, I couldn't do anything but think of all the naughty things he could be doing to me.

We both started eating our breakfast and I tried so hard to forget what had just happened but the smug asshole next to me made it very hard for me to keep it out of my head. "Don't do that again," I told him.

"Do what, exactly? I don't remember doing anything bad or worth writing home to about," He teased and I stubbornly stomped my feet. "Stop! I don't know what you're doing ok? You just need to stop whatever you're doing to me."

He smiled, "It's almost as if you aren't... In charge, of your body." I wanted to slap him and hit him and growl at him for making his promise to me come true, but I knew that then I really wouldn't be safe, because then he could say that he made my ass red as self defense, which I knew he would do.

He stood up and got in front of me, "Just give in Hannah, you know you already have." He didn't wait for a response and turned away, which is good because I didn't have one.

"C'mon, we need to check the club before it opens," He called and I slowly got to my feet. As soon as I did I regretted it, because my legs felt a little weak and I felt a little wetness between my legs as I walked. I blushed badly, I really wasn't in control of my body. In my mind I was saying all these bad things about him and remembering what he did to my brother and that I was stuck here against my will for a week, but it wasn't helping me.