Me: What about it?

Bastian: Come sit in it.

Me: No.

Bastian: Now!

Me: No.

Bastian: If you continue to defy me, I’ll happily make a scene and ultimately, you’ll end up doing as I please and sitting in my lap. Or you can come and willingly sit your ass on my dick and I’ll reward your obedience.

Me: I’m not a dog!!

Bastian: I never insinuated that you were. I merely suggested that you behaving would mean me rewarding you.

Me: Will this reward involve you leaving me alone and never speaking to me again?

Bastian: No

Me: Then I don’t see what’s in it for me?

Bastian: I will allow you to go home with your friend after school, instead of me driving you back to my place.

I freeze as I read the words. He wasn’t planning on letting me go home after school? This is the first I’ve heard of this plan, but now that I know, I’m positive I don’t want to go anywhere with him. I need space and time and possibly a continent or two between us.

With my legs shaking and my heart racing I push up from my seat, take the two steps to Sebastian and then carefully lower myself back down into his lap.

“Good choice,” he breathes against my ear as his arm bands around my waist. His grip is tight and I realize I’ve walked straight into his trap. Not only am I exactly where he wants me to be, but I willingly put myself in this position.

Soft lips find my neck and I flinch. His body tenses beneath me and I know I’ve pissed him off, but he remains silent while Court keeps talking. His arm around my waist might as well be made of steel because he doesn’t allow me even an ounce of wiggle room as he keeps nipping and kissing my neck, even going so far as to pull my braid out of the way to give him more room.

His teeth clamp down on my skin and I let out a whimper as he bites me and sucks, deliberately marking me on the back of my neck in a place that I can’t see, but will be clearly visible to everyone else.

I try to squirm away from his punishing touch, but he just wraps his other arm around me, keeping me completely immobile while he brands me. It’s barbaric and cruel and a message. A warning that if I don’t do as I’m told or act how he wants, he’ll punish me.

The urge to claw, slap and fight flashes through my head, but I push it away. Sebastian is bigger and stronger than me. Physically, he’s more than capable of overpowering me and he’s proved that he’s not above using others to manipulate me into getting what he wants.

The best thing I can do right now is to just acquiesce and accept my fate, at least for the rest of lunch break. I do my best to relax and the moment I do, he releases his teeth and replaces the pain with a tingling kiss as he gently licks and soothes the place he just hurt.