“You need to stop kissing me,” she whispers breathlessly when I release her.

Draping my arm across her shoulders, I urge her to start walking again. “Until I can get my dick inside of you, kissing you and touching you is all we’ve got. I plan to use your lips as much as I can. Unless you’d prefer I lift up your skirt and play with your pussy again, like I did this morning?”

Her cheeks heat to a light-pink color and I smile to myself. She likes me kissing her, she likes it when I tell her all the dirty things I plan to do to her. She can deny wanting me as much as she likes, but I saw and felt how wet she was this morning. I kept her panties as a fucking souvenir. She’s the most tempting kind of jailbait, and I’ll take her and own her, but not yet, not until she’s begging for it. I can wait, because the moment she’s ready I’ll make her mine in every way possible; until then my balls will be bluer than a fucking Smurf’s and my dick will be chaffed from all the whacking off I’ll be doing.

“What’s up anyway?” she asks.

“Nothing.”

“Then why are you here? I’m riding home with Court. You said.”

“I know, although you could both ride with me.”

“I want to ride with my friend.” Her tone becomes defiant and I grip her a little tighter.

“I said you could ride with your friend; I didn’t say you could be a bitch to me. You’re my fucking girlfriend, if I want to meet you after class, I will. And you’ll smile and kiss me and be fucking pleased to see me.”

“God, Sebastian, hasn’t this game gone on for long enough already? I’m not sure what you win or whatever, but you’ve belittled me, embarrassed me, ruined at least the next couple of months at school until people forget about this, and got me fired from a job I liked. Isn’t that enough? Whatever I did to piss you guys off, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again, just please, please leave me alone.”

She’s pleading, begging, and all I feel is anger. I want to brand my name on her ass, put a ring on her finger and have her ride my dick twenty-four seven until she understands this isn’t make believe, it isn’t a game or a punishment or any kind of childish folly. “You think being my girlfriend is a punishment?”

“I think this is all just a cruel game, The Elite dishing out an outlandish punishment, like you do to the other kids who do something to piss you off.”

She’s not wrong about us being creative in the ways we punish those who step out against us, or break the rules we have set in place to keep order at GAA. I suppose it’s not entirely out of the realm of possibility that we could pretend to claim a girl, get her caught up in our web and dump her. It’s not something we’ve done before, but then penance is rarely doled out in the same manner twice.