Dreamland (BDSM)

Chapter Two

I was lost looking for my class, again. It was the third time so far this week. I felt like I was going in circles, the exit to the building evading me. At this point I didn't even want to get to my class, I just wanted to be able to get out of this building and back to the safety of my dorm. I felt like every person I passed could tell that I didn't belong here, that my acceptance letter must have been sent by mistake, that if I couldn't find my way to the class I would never succeed. I had my head down, frantically looking at the map, rogue tears falling from my eyes. Suddenly I was flying backwards, my map flying out of my hands. I was anticipating the thud of my body colliding with the tiled floor when a strong arm slid around my waist, pulling me against a hard body. I looked up through my lashes, my face an embarrassing shade of red. His eyes burned into me, all the while trapping me against his body. He released me from his hold, his hand lingering on my waist as he looked me up and down, his eyes turning hungry. I ducked my head, trying to get away from this situation. As if this day couldn't have gotten any worse, now this happened. At that moment, I wanted to melt into a puddle and sink between the tiles. My eyes darted around, wanting to get away, yet completely unsure where to go.

"My name is Nate. Is everything okay, you look a little frazzled."

"I'm fine, I'm just incredibly lost."

He chuckled.

"That tends to happen to people who are new to the campus. What room are you looking for?"

"211"

"That's two floors down and one hallway over. I'll walk you there, we don't want for you to get lost again."

He lead the way, with me following closely behind him. He didn't look back once to see if I was still behind him, just assuming that I was keeping up with him.

He dropped me off with a few parting words and I dove into my classroom, slinking to the back of the room and keeping my nose in my notes. He had definitely been attractive, but he hadn't given me a second look. He was at least a couple of years older than me, and far too attractive to give me a second look.

I had assumed that I would never see him again, until the following week I showed up and he was there, waiting for me outside of the classroom.

This continued for weeks, him waiting for me after my class. We would get coffee, talk, get to know each other. After a month I felt like I knew everything there was to know about him.  Yet, I didn't know how he felt about me.  Was he interested in me as more than a friend?  Could I lose him altogether if I tried to pursue something further.  Maybe he wasn't interested in me like that at all.  Maybe he saw me as more of a sister, someone he could mentor and help.  I decided then that this couldn't go on any further.  I couldn't stand constantly being in this grey area with him, unsure if he was interested in me or not.  I would break the ice, and I would either swim or drown.

He was waiting for me once my class was over, as typical.  Leaning against the wall, one ankle crossed over the other, a goofy grin on his face.  Hopefully what I had to say wasn't going to affect that grin.  I lead him down the corridor to a seating area at the end.  I sat down and he followed, sitting next to me.

"Nate, I have something to ask you, and I may be incredibly out of line but I just have to know if..."

"Yes, Grace, I like you.  I've liked you since you crashed into me and I caught you.  I just haven't wanted to push you into something that you weren't comfortable with.  I'm not... boyfriend material.  At least, not exactly.  I prefer a specific brand of intimacy.  I have very singular tastes, and I'm just not sure if it is something that you would be into.  You just seem so... wholesome.  I'm afraid I'm going to ruin you. I'm afraid I'm going to ruin you and I'm going to like it."