Chapter Five
Gregory
“Why do you want to go to the college here?” I asked, watching her as she took a sip of her soda, watching her throat work and remembering how she’d swallowed all my cum.
I was really trying my best to think with my mind and not with my dick, but it was damn near impossible. Knowing she wasn’t wearing anything underneath that uniform skirt had me rock hard. I clasped my hands together and rested them over the growing strain.
I didn’t want her to think I just wanted her just for sex. Sure, that was a large part, but Jane was so much more than sex. She was mine. Knowing she wanted to stay in town for school only made it even more official.
There were so many things to learn and know about her, so many layers to unravel and I was willing to take the time to do it.
“What do you mean?” she responded, wiping her mouth with a napkin.
“The school is small. You’re a very smart girl, Jane, not only in my class.” I took a quick pause. “If you wanted, you could go to the best schools anywhere in the country.”
I watched her, noting the way her brown eyes widened. She held a sharp intake of breath, released it, and stayed silent for a few seconds. She looked like she was nervous; the expression on her face was of worry as she wrinkled her forehead. I’d never seen this side of her – genuine concern.
She was the girl who knew how to carry herself and seemed like she’d never had a problem in life. She’d strutted along the school’s hallways with that bright smile and the sensual sway of her hips. Seeing her now – a different side – all the more piqued my interest.
“I’m not sure if I could do it…”
I moved one hand to her knee and squeezed it, pressing her to continue. She looked at me for a second before she tilted her head away.
“I’ve never left home. I don’t know the first thing about living independently.”
She stopped for a second, the hesitation evident. She stuck her bottom lip out and moved her eyes downwards. She looked ashamed.
I immediately crinkled my eyebrows. An ashamed Jane was a sight I never wanted to see. It didn’t fit her. She had so much potential for that kind of feeling.
“I’ve never had a job. I don’t even do my own laundry. I can’t cook. Everything’s been done for me, whether I wanted that or not. Sure, my parents will still pay for everything, but they’ve never been around.” She raised her hands up in the air and then dropped them. “I don’t know. I just have no interest in leaving here. I’m content staying in town for college.”
“Good,” I said. She was mine and I wasn’t having her go to a school two time zones away. I wouldn’t hold her back if it was her dream, but it wasn’t. Her damn parents hadn’t given her confidence to spread her wings. While she was content to go to college, venturing far was not exciting for her. Why should it when she didn’t have a secure and loving home life?
“Good?” she repeated, biting her lip.
“Because your pussy belongs to me, remember?”
She nodded and looked down. Her cheeks flushed prettily.
“Do you still want that? Do you still want me to be in charge of you?”
She looked up quickly. “Yes, sir.” Her voice was adamant.
“Good girl.”
I watched as she preened by the praise.
“It seems there are many lessons I have to teach you, don’t I?”
Her cheeks turned darker when she realized I was talking about fucking. Yes, I’d teach her exactly what I liked and I’d show her just how she’d love it, too.
“Yes, sir,” she said again.
Tucking her hair back behind her ear, I said, “They will include punishments, Jane. Are you prepared to be tossed you over my knee and spank you to learn a lesson? Fill your ass with a plug so you remember who’s in charge?”
Her eyes widened at that. Yes, I’d put a big plug in her ass so she’d remember who she belonged to, if required. Or, if I just wanted to. The more she knew how things would be, the better.
“You’ll punish me if I cook and burn dinner?” she asked, clearly worried.
“I’ll punish you for it if you were forgetful because you were playing a game on your phone.”
She nodded.
“I’ll punish you if I find out you were texting and driving. Or if you don’t have your phone with you when you go out. Or if you flirt with any college boys.”
She smiled then. “College boys? I don’t want a boy. I want… you.”
“You want a man who knows what he’s doing, don’t you?”
She nodded, glanced at me with those innocent eyes. “I like it when you take control,” she admitted, then glanced down at my cock.