Chapter 5

Alyssia

-Next Day-

It’s early morning when I finally begin to stir, my body blissfully aware of what happened the night before as I carefully begin to stir not wanting to wake the sleeping man laying beside me. Both of us still naked after a night of passion. Gods, I haven’t felt like this in like forever. Not even Brian knows how to satisfy me.

Slowly shifting my gaze towards the man that I knew as daddy, I can’t help but feel a pain of guilt rise, his words from the other night rising. “Gods… So tight Princess… and all of it mine” Biting my lower lip, I find myself wanting to believe his words, that my body and my heart belonged to him but I find myself struggling to accept it as he couldn’t be anymore than early to maybe late 30’s. Where I had just barely turned 21, a baby in his eyes, a girl going for her college degree with no clear direction of what I’d do once I graduated.

Once he knows the true me, he’ll never want me. I think it’s best if I just leave before he wakes up, with that as my final thought I move to carefully slip out of his bed, having been freed of my leather bindings and of course the anal plug I move to retrieve my clothes, my eyes searching for a clock only to see it read 6:30 am, a sigh escaping as I realize I had plenty of time to get back to my dorm for a quick shower and change before heading for my first class of the day.

Smiling to myself, I can’t help but feel hopeful as today we were supposed to be getting a new teacher today, a Mr. Hunter, and of course other than name, no one else seemed to know anything about him other than he was totally new to the teaching career.

Bet he’s old too, I silently muse, not really caring who my new teacher was so long as I could pass it with an A. As this class was always the hardest for most juniors including myself. The class though, was of course designed to weed out the weak, and I myself was among the weak.

Even the last teacher who taught the class couldn’t seem to handle it anymore and ended up having a nervous meltdown and just walked out. Since then we’ve been having different substitutes come in to teach us until a suitable one was found for our Psychology class, the very same one I just happened to be struggling with myself.

Sighing softly, I quickly throw on my clothes before turning to the man in the bed, a part of me wanting to stay and to wake up next to him but knew that I couldn’t. He probably won’t even remember even if I did. I should just leave before I anger him.

Daring to dream, I move to kiss his lips once more, a subtle twitch of his hand moving towards the spot I had currently laid on as I slowly whisper to him. “Thank you, daddy.. I’ll miss you.” Then before I could quickly change my mind I move to leave his room along with his apartment, not wanting to risk it as he eventually woke up, unaware that he had actually been awake and was watching everything I had been doing before leaving.

-Trinity’s Dorm Rooms-

It’s now 7 in the morning, when I finally make it back to my dorm room, hoping and praying that Brian and Lyra were both gone from the room. I’m going to have to throw that bedding away once I get inside, because no way am I sleeping on something that both he and Lyra just had sex on, absolutly not.

Frowning I slowly move to approach my door, taking the handle slowly, only to turn it as I did, sighing when it opened for me. “At least he didn’t lock the door on me” I mutter, carefully entering the room as I did, the candles long since burned out as well as the two half eaten plates of food, the kitchen leaving no evidence behind.

Tip-toeing towards my bedroom, I move to peak inside only to find it empty, a mess, but empty telling me that they left shortly after there love making, allowing me to move in towards my room and towards my on suit bathroom where I could quickly shower before getting ready for my day unaware that I would soon have an unwelcomed visitor once I got out of the shower.

After spending about a good 30 or so minutes inside my single person shower, do I move to wrap a towel around my body before carefully stepping out, my body extra clean after having a night full of passion, a passion I wish I could keep exploring but knew I couldn’t. Shaking my head, I move to head towards my room only to stop, my eyes landing on Brian who was now leaning against my door frame of my bedroom.

“Brian?” I say, a bit nervous as to why he was here suddenly.

“You didn’t come home last night, WHY?” barks Brian a slight glare to his face as he pushes off the door frame to approach me, backing me against a wall.

Angered by his choice of words, do I move to snap right back. “HOME? I did come home, you asshole. But you probably didn’t see me with you being too busy fucking Lyra right here ontop of my bed now would you.”

Growling he moves to approach me even further, his eyes narrowing towards my neck and the freshly bruised skin from the man who had left it. “ME? You should talk” reaching a hand out towards me does he move to tilt my head towards the side, revealing my freshly done hickey. “WHO THE FUCK GAVE YOU THAT? SURE AS HELL WASN’T ME” spat Brian in rage as he moves to look at me, demanding I tell him who gave me the hickey on my neck.

“Like I would tell you, as far as I’m concerned I don’t need to tell you shit, just like you can’t seem to tell me shit about you and Lyra or how the both of you are basically fucking one another right behind my back” I tell him angrily, tears threatening to fall from my once clean face as I try to stand my ground, not wanting to seem weak infront of his presence until he was gone.

“You BITCH” angered by my words does Brian move to grip my neck tightly almost to where he was cutting off my air supply as he held me against the wall his eyes red in anger. “I OWN you, so the next time I ask you where or who you better tell me or else you’ll regret the day you ever crossed the line with me, whore.”

Trying not to panic, I try to pry his hand off from around my neck, trying to get him to let me breath as he was attempting to strangle me. “Please… I’ll be late” is all I can muster to say once he manages to let me go. Sliding towards the floor, my knees suddenly buckling as fear now begins to grip my heart, Brian having never gotten physical with me before was enough to send shivers down my spin as I slowly watched him leave, knowing he needed to calm himself down as his breath had indicated that he had been drinking from the night before as he was 23 and slightly older than myself he usually went to frat parties as he was the ever popular All-Star player for many of the sports team while Lyra was 22 and head cheerleader of the college, which was another reason he could simply just fuck her and not care about me as I was nothing like them, no I was more timid and often hid in libraries or museums or any place that I could that didn’t involve me seeing them so closely together.

Letting a few tears leak out, do I eventually move to wipe them away, a wave of uneasiness rising as I knew I’d have another bruise around my neck but instead of heckies, it would be a giant hand print until Brian comes to his senses and realizes what he just done for sure we had our moments, are fights, as many couples did, but this, this was the first time he had ever gotten physical with me and if I was being completely honest it frightened me.

This ends now, no more. Suddenly determined I move to get dress, having only 20 minutes to get to class before I was considered late. Not a good way to make a first impression, is all I think knowing that I would need to talk to Annabel later to get her intake on things before giving it my final decision.