Blackwell Boarding School

Part Four: Oliver

Unlocking the door, I moved to the side, allowing Oliver to enter the apartment first. Walking in behind him, I shut the door, slumping down on the couch in the living room, effectively leaving Oliver to find where to put his bags on his own, though I soon decided to help him find his room. After instructing him on where to put his bags, Oliver sat down next to me, happiness radiating from him.
"I've never had a mistress before," he timidly spoke into the silent air.
"And I have never had a sub," I started, though I quickly added "we'll figure it out, I promise," wishing to soothe any worries the small boy had. We fell into comfortable silence, we were both tired and worn out from the selection process.
"Should we start with rules or something?" He asked, bringing this new aspect of my life into question. These rules would be something I needed to deliberate, I was his dom after all.
"First off actually, I think we should start with getting to know each other better." I corrected him. I mean how was I supposed to make rules when I barely knew him? "Good idea," he smiled shyly, looking up at me through his hair. Looking at him, I couldn't help but notice how good his suit looked on him, even in this comfortable setting.
"So about me, my mom is submissive, all the women in my family are actually, and my dad is her dom. They're d-rank so I don't know too much about auras other than what we were taught in school. Other than the important stuff, I like to draw and read. What about you?" I look towards the boy who looks very much in his element.
"My mom's a dom, dad's a sub, I guess you could say it runs in the family," he smiles wryly before continuing, "Anyways, I always knew I was a sub, and even before that I always knew I was A class, I mean my whole family is so I grew up around auras and stuff and trust me, I know a few tricks." he pauses, winking. "In my free time I like to run and play video games, as you can probably tell I'm an introvert so the solitary activities are my favorite." I smile at this last remark, we're so much alike, I mean other than how we grew up, we both are introverts, and we both like doing things alone. I think I'll get by just fine with Oliver. "Wow I'm liking you already," I smile at him, "I like doing things alone too, it's very peaceful." At this he smiles, somehow warming up to me even more.
"What do you say we get you unpacked?" I ask, standing up and taking his hand gently. I lead him towards his room, adjacent from mine, and begin to help him unpack his few belongings, putting things away into drawers and on shelves. We laugh, talking and listening to music, though this activity did not take long at all. When we are done we both sit down on his bed, the powder blue bedspread laid out beneath us.
"So, you said you've only ever heard of auras before? Does that mean you've never felt one?" Oliver suddenly asks, breaking out comfortable silence. I giggle at the question, though it does carry some weight. "No. I've never experienced an aura before, I couldn't even tell you the first thing about them." I reply, my smile fading into slight embarrassment.
"Aw, hey it's ok Belle, they'll probably talk about it in our shared class tomorrow that's why I was asking." He pauses, weighing whether or not he should propose his next thought. "Maybe I could show you what it feels like? That way you're prepared for tomorrow's class?" He looks at me expectantly, waiting for an answer. I consider his proposition, not really considering what this would entail. I simply smile at him and nod yes. He smiles back, closing his eyes and gathering his focus.
"Alright let's see how this goes." He mutters before going silent.
I stay still, waiting for something to happen. After a few seconds, I consider asking him if he's doing it wrong, but then I feel it, and then I can't stop feeling it.
A gasp escapes my lips as I feel the hair on my neck raise. I feel a need in my chest and at the root of it is Oliver. In seconds, I tower over him, his mess of hair flat on the bed rather than where he was sitting just seconds ago. He looks up at me dreamily, giving me all control. His body is like a rag doll, and I am free to do whatever I please. I feel like I am being controlled by the neediness in my chest and without thinking I climb on top of Oliver, getting as much contact as possible.
I shift my weight so that my hips are pressing his hips into the bed, the perfect friction. He is whining, but the words are unintelligible. I can tell that he wants me though. I feel incredibly possessive over this small boy, he is mine, and no one else can have him. I brush the hair out of his eyes, quickly kissing his jaw, and laying claim to what is mine.
Not long after my lips touch his skin, the aura's power over me intensifies and I suddenly feel the need to mark the small boy with some form of hickey or bruise, anything. Something to tell the others to back off. Oliver continues to whine underneath me, though the noise level is increasing and he's getting needier.
"Shush honey, I'm gonna fix it," I whisper to him, kissing his neck, and he quiets somewhat, though he gets impatient with me and begins whining again soon after. I unbutton the suit, not wishing to rip his dress clothes, instructing him to lift his arms when necessary. Within a minute or so, Oliver lays shirtless on the bed, his chest a canvas for me to lay my claim on.
I easily choose his left collarbone, sealing my lips around it and beginning to kiss and suck on it. Oliver moans, whispering "please," into my ear as I work on marking him. I don't know what he's asking for, but I pull away after what I think is enough time and admire my work, a nice red hickey, that will no doubt turn purple with time.
In leaving the mark, the needy feeling begins to dissipate and the grasp that Oliver has on the aura begins to fade, allowing us both to come down. After a few moments Oliver sits up and looks at me, looking like he doesn't know what just happened.
"Wow," is all I can muster, while Oliver has more to say.
"What happened? I had control over it and then something happened and I lost it and then I woke up. Are you ok?" He seems rather frightened, though I'm still pretty deep in what could be considered as 'dom space'. I trace the hickey I left on his collarbone with my index finger before replying. The bruise was already starting to get some color to it.
"When you lost control, I got sent into dom space and I felt incredibly possessive over you, enough to have to leave a mark. You kept whining at me like you wanted it, and I had this neediness in my chest, like I needed you, and then when I had you, I had to make sure that everyone knew you're mine." I pursed my lips, unsure of how I should feel.
"Wow Belle, already getting possessive, what kind of dom did I sign myself up for?" He jokes, though I can tell that what I told him made him hot and bothered.
I just laugh at him, apologizing for the hickey.
I don't think this will be so bad after all.