The Controlling Lover (ON HOLD)

Chapter Sixty Six

RING!!!!!

The sound of the bell ringing always brought despair for young Arnav. It meant that it was time to go back to the hellhole known as home. He always ignored his father and couldn't stand the sight of his stepmother, nor his stepsister. The only person he looked forward to seeing was his Di, and that was it. She was the only family he had, the only person he cared for and loved.

He believed that there was no one who could ever love him, nor that he was allowed to love. The one person he loved very much, his mother, had left him. Love was probably just not meant for him.

Walking down the street, his book bag hanging off of his shoulder, Arnav buried his hands in his pocket. He walked down the street alone, kicking away the little rocks he came across. Everyday he would walk home slowly, hoping that he wouldn't get home until late in the day, but unfortunately, that was never the case.

Arnav continued to walk down the streets, when he heard grunting. His head turned in the direction that the noise came from and walked towards it. He saw a dead end up ahead and the sound seemed to be coming from there. When he looked around the corner, he was shocked by his findings. He saw his stepsister, Kalavati, leaning against a street lamp, with a man's face buried in between her legs, under her skirt. She cried out in pleasure, her hands in his hair.

Arnav couldn't believe what he was seeing and was absolutely disgusted. Just as he was about to turn away, she pulled the man up and kissed him, then smacked him away. When Arnav saw that the man was none other than their math teacher, he was shocked. He watched their teacher go into his car and drive away. Kalavati simply brushed her skirt down and was about to head home when she spotted Arnav. It was clear by the look on his face that he had just seen what had occured.

"Well hello there, Arnav. Enjoyed the show," she smirked.

Arnav was disgusted. "You should be reported."

Kalavati laughed, tossing her head back. "That's a good one."

But Arnav was serious.

"Oh fine, go ahead, I can always lie and say that Mr. Michaelson forced himself on me and threatened me if I tried to say something."

Arnav's eyes widened. The girl had no shame.

"But then again, it's not like Principal Schwartz would do anything. Then again, he just might get jealous since he loves my cunt as well."

Feeling his jaw about to unhinge itself, Arnav was shocked, but more disgusted, by far. "You're a whore," he growled, disgusted at the thought that they lived under the same roof.

But Kalavati wasn't bothered by what he said. "Tell me something I don't know, Arnav."

Arnav scoffed and turned away, wanting to get out of there immediately.

"You know you liked it."

Pausing, he faced her and looked at her confusedly.

"It excited you - out in the open, cries cutting the silence, anyone able to just walk by and see you being pleasured sexually, moaning in pleasure."

Arnav couldn't believe what he was hearing and scoffed. "Yeah right."

"You know it's true." She walked over to him, her hips swaying as she did. "You liked it," she said, trailing her finger on the strap of his book bag. "Being pleasured like that, being in control like that."

As much as Arnav wanted to deny it, it was true that the way she controlled Mr. Michaelson stood out to him. When she controlled him by keeping her grip on his hair, forcing him to stay put. And when she was done with him, she just tossed him away , done with him.