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"Will you..." I pause, and he touches my face softly. It's such a different contrast to what he's previously shown me. "Will you hurt me?"
"Yes." Blunt and to the point, as always. "But you will crave it. In fact, you'll worship the pain by the time I'm done with you."
I do not know what he's talking about, but I nod anyway. Even though I'm not sure, I like the idea of him being done with me. Jesus, Jazz, reel it in. This isn't a good thing. He's taking control. My brain warns me, but his words cut into my inner thoughts.
"Go to your closet and bring me a dress you'd like to wear today."
What an odd request. "Alright." Getting up, I feel his eyes on me. I pick out a pink, white, and black checkered long-sleeve dress.
"No." He doesn't even look for more than a second.
"This is my..." He kisses me harshly, backing me up against the wall.
"No." He licks my lips, and I whimper. Does he understand I have no clue what he's doing to me? Or that I've never experienced any of this?
My breathing comes in gasps as he runs his hands along my hips. "I want to see you in short sleeves with a dress that goes down to your knees."
"The scar," I whisper. It's a sore point for me. My shoulders, I can hide. The tattoo covers a story I will never share with anyone else again. My wrist looks hideous and marred. It's a reminder of how my father let me down, and how I almost got raped. How do I tell him that?
Chapter Eight
“Begoodtoday,andI will see you after your classes.” Chris kisses my lips before he takes my phone and shares my location to his phone. “I want to know where you are. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” I pull at my sleeves and try not to fidget, but not covering my scar is driving me nuts.
“Leave your arms alone,” Chris demands, and I nod. “Good girl. Now I have to get to work but we will discuss punishment more later. You’ll be late to class, and I won’t have you being tardy, buttercup.”
“I understand.” I smile as he leaves, and I wait for a bit until I make my way out so no one puts two and two together.
The room is freezing in my science class. Thank goodness I brought a sweater with me. Putting it on, I sit down and wait for class to start.
The time goes by slowly and seems to drag as the teacher keeps on talking. I know I should have tested out of this class, but I wanted to be taught by the professor. She’s an expert in her field, but damn, she’s boring.
As the bell goes off, my phone vibrates. I smile at Tia’s text.
Tia:Jazz, are you still in class?
Me:Nope. I'm headed to the psychology building. You too?
Tia:Yeah. It's our one class together.
Trying not to think about Chris. I decide to play it safe with a topic that will shock Tia.
Me:Have you noticed how hot the guys are here?
It’s not like I have either. My mind is wrapped around Chris and how much he scares me. That’s not entirely true either. He makes me feel things I don’t quite understand but want more of. He’s addictive.
Tia:Not really. Been busy with volleyball.
Me:Are you going to the party tonight?
I am certain Tia’s gotten an invitation to the party.
Tia:On a Monday night?
Is she serious right now?Miss Party Animal should be ready to go. How can I be the sensible one right now?
Me:Are you seriously being the square one right now? It's usually me that's telling you no.
