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Golden Blackmail (Lucid & Anansi)

Lucid

Lucid

Planetoid
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Apr 24, 2014
Mia sat in detention, replaying the footage she captured on her cell phone of her teacher and the principal's wife going at it in the teacher's lounge. Her heart raced, not because of what was on screen, but because of what she could do with it. She couldn't stand her teacher's personality, even if he was cute. He was the one giving her detention on a regular basis after all.

She noisily chewed gum as she looked closer at the shocking scene. It was a little shaky due to her excitement while recording, but you could still clearly see both of their faces.

Perfect.

Sinister thoughts blossomed in her mind. The thoughts led to one conclusion; she was going to make him her bitch. She had already taken precautionary measures, storing the footage in at least two separate places in case he broke her cell phone in a rage when she showed it to him.

The classroom was quiet, reflecting a boredom that was distant from Mia. She couldn't be having more fun, plotting against a teacher who constantly made her school days miserable. What would she do first? Use him as a punching bag? Make him her pet? Force him to lick her shoes? She had to fake a cough to cover up giggles that were on the edge of escaping her. This situation was just too perfect for her. She'd never been blessed with such luck before and in her opinion, she deserved it.

But before she could flaunt her victory, she first had to first show the teacher the sensitive information she had. Her grinning timber eyes stared him down as she wondered if it was the right time to lay it on him.
 
Jonas leaned back in the chair and stared at the ceiling of the room for a few moments. He'd counted the 162 tiles thirty or so times now in a row. He was annoyed at the fact they hadn't changed this since he'd been in this very same room with the teacher being the defiant Mia's mother. His green eyes ran over her briefly, not in a sultry or salacious way but more of one where you'd appraise an item you can appreciate for its beauty but have no real interest in. His caramel skin stood out against the beige desk the way it did several years before when he was a student there. "Cellphones away Mia!" He snapped tersely before he looked over at the clock. It was almost five, he'd have thought twice about giving her detention had he known he was on the schedule for today. He was pulled from a delicate situation where he was ravaging the wife of some school official in an empty classroom when the text had come that he was late.

His fingers tapped the desk with some annoyance as he remembered this, iwouldn't matter in a few weeks his accounts would be settled, he'd inherit his family home, sell it and be gone from this nightmare little town. If he could keep his job to finish paying off a few things here and there. He snapped his book closed tossing it into messenger bag just in time for the PA to chime marking the end of aafter school. "Were done here, do better, other positive things." He said before he stood up quickly ssigning the passes that marked the student's detention as complete to the teachers. He ddidn't bother signing one for Mia because he'd spent how long with her for the past few hours with her constantly looking at her phone then leering at him. A look that reminded him far too much of her mother. Sighing he nodded to them. "Get out I've gotta lock up
 
"Wait a sec, Jonas. I've got something I need to show you before you head out."

Without even checking to make sure other students weren't watching, she whipped out her cell phone and played the dreaded clip, video evidence of the misdeed he took part in. Not only did he engage in sexual acts on school property, he did so with the principal's wife of all people! She tilted her head, one of her black pigtails flopping as she did. If her stare harbored heat vision, he would have been burnt to ash by now.

Her playful voice rang out over the moans and grunts of the video. "Do you know what this means? I'm not showing you this for giggles, although it is pretty funny. What I'm saying is..." she cupped her hands around his ear and whispered, "I'm saying that you're mine. Anything I want from you, you're giving it to me, or I'll make sure this video gets to the right people."

With threat made clear, she backs away from him, smiling ear to ear. "Soo, what should we do together first? Ooo, I know! Why don't you show me the ins and outs on what you did to that lady. A little hands on sex-ed if you know what I mean."

There was no reason to be coy about what she wanted, especially when she had him in such a vulnerable position.
 
"That's Mr. Edison to you." He said curtly before she played the clip as the last student headed out. He looked at the clip and didn't react at first till he saw his face and her's clearly in focus for more than a couple of seconds. Sighing he leaned back on the table thinking of several ways to handle the moment.

He licked his lips and spoke in a clear calm manner. "So how many copies are there?" He asked slowly before he ran his fingers through his hair. "And how do I know you haven't sent this to anyone." He added before she leaned in close to whisper to him. "Really..is that what this is about? Blackmail, why over a couple of detentions?" He asked before running his fingers along his jawline.

"So you got a video of me and my girfriend, yeah its on school grounds, but its afterschool. I mean worst case I get suspended for a bit, or maybe transfered." He knew the game, even if she wasn't the wife of some admin he'd be fired but he'd try to bluff anyway.

"Well...." He said as she asked him about sex-ed. "When a man and woman like each other very very much, they sometimes touch each other in a certain way." He said his voice barely veiling the hostility he felt behind icy sarcasm as he looked to her. "I don't think you like me very much, else why would you be doing this." He said his eyes narrowing as his hands gripped the edges of the table tightly.
 
While still grinning, she answered his first question. "Why would I reveal how many copies I had? That wouldn't benefit me at all."

Her smiled faded at his second point, focusing on explaining the truth in a way that would be believable to him. "Have you ever heard the phrase, 'Turn the chessboard over'? It means to look at the chessboard from your opponents perspective. Yeah yeah, the delinquent girl knows about chess. What a shock. My point is, how would I benefit by stringing you along like this if I already let the video loose? In short, I wouldn't. If I wanted you kicked out of school, I would have just sent the tapes out without telling you about them. It wouldn't make sense otherwise."

She snorted at his bluff. She didn't know if what he was saying was a lie for sure, but she challenged it. "Okay, let's say you only get suspended for a bit. Do you really want to risk it? That's still gotta look bad on your record or something. There's no way that you'd get less than that. I wouldn't be surprised if you got hit with a sex offender charge for having sex at a school."

His anger sent her heart aflutter. She decided she would explain herself a little further. "I don't like you. I really don't like you. But isn't it naive, saying that sex only happens when two people like each other? Rape happens all the time. People pay for sex. There's no love there. And just like those people, I have my own motivations. I don't have to like you."

Mia was annoyed that she had to explain so much to him. She thought blackmailing him would be simpler than this. Weren't there tons of perverted teachers that would love to get dominated by their students? She supposed that only applied to the old and fat ones, not the handsome and young ones.

"Now, are you going to do as I say, or do I have to send this video out? Do something sexual for me, or else."
 
He sighed and shook his head slowly before he ran his fingers gently down from his ear to his jawline in thought before he leaned his head to one side and look her over.

He looked down the the floor briefly before running his fingertips along the desk in thought for a few moments. "Maybe you worry about retribution." He said curtly before he shook his head sitting back into the chair and licking his lips he leaned forward resting his elbows on the desk. "I mean I might just snap and hurt you, then the video might never be discovered." He responded before he looked off into the distance.

"So what do you expect really? Me to just do what?" He asked as he leaned in closer. "I can't just give you what you want here, else someone else walks in. Come to my house later." He said with a smile before he stood. "I love in the house with the red roof end of Baker street.
 
He had a point, he could choose to hurt her. As much as he annoyed her, she had a feeling that Jonas wouldn't do something as rash as that, at least not immediately. For instance, if he had outright killed her as soon as she revealed her ploy he would have surely gotten caught. The last place she would've been seen was having detention with Mr. Edison, and plenty of students could attest to that. Mia figured that a teacher's salary wasn't enough to bribe so many students into withholding information from the police, and if he got caught bribing students on top of that...

For now, she felt being killed was a distant possibility unworthy of worrying about.

"What I expect you to do," she replied, "Is something we can talk about when we're at your house, I guess."

Leaving was good for her. It allowed her to stop home and pick up her good camera instead of her crappy cell phone's. Unlike most kids her age, she didn't have many possessions. Her camera was probably the most valuable thing she owned. It was a bit risky, bringing something precious into an almost stranger's home, but she figured if he threatened to break it she could also threaten to expose the video she already had.

With camera in hand, she walked from her house to Baker Street. There was only one house with a red roof, so it was easy to spot. She rang the doorbell, grabbing a fresh stick of gum from her pocket and chewing it impatiently as she waited for him to answer.
 
He went over several things in his head while he leaned back against the desk. His fingers trembled slightly as he grabbed the edge of the table realizing that there was too much risk. Getting caught would mean being fired, but getting caught for murder would mean the death penalty in this state. He ran his fingers through his hair before he sighed and dropped back."Sure, I'll make dinner." He said with a snicker before he slowly leaned forward and stood walking out of the door once she left.

He drove home and sat in his driveway a few moments. He sat there staring off into the distance for a few minutes before he walked into the house and changed .A few minutes later he had made some cheeseburgers before he walked upstairs to change. He headed downstairs and was walking about in a pair of jeans and a tight black t-shirt as he waited. When she came to his door he opened it and looked outside making sure no one saw her before he stepped back. "So where do your parents think you are, or do they not know?" He asked as he walked along slowly toward the kitchen
 
"They don't care where I am. My parents aren't something you'll have to worry about."

It wasn't uncommon for her to stay out of the house the entire night. Sometimes she was at a friend's house, other times she was taking in the nightlife, but more commonly she was by herself, just wanting to get away from her parents that loved to scream at each other. At least blackmailing her teacher gave her another place to stay at.

When she saw the food in the kitchen, her face lit up. "Cheeseburgers!"

She took off in a run, as if the burgers would hop off the table at any moment. She set her camera on the table, and put the gum she barely tasted in a wrapper, placing it in the pocket of her blue jeans. She hadn't dressed specially for this occasion, just the same clothes she was at school in. Her purple bra straps could be seen over her low-cut, black shirt. It was against school rules, but it wasn't like Mia gave a shit. There were only so many unanswered calls the school could administer to her parents before they gave up.

She sat down and began to eat the burger, not considering that someone who was surely angry at her could have poisoned it or some such, or perhaps she did consider it but didn't care. Her pure joy concerning food was juvenile, but she wasn't aiming to make a good impression.

"Hey, do you have any soda? Burgers are great with a tall glass of soda on the side."
 
"So you're saying that mommy and daddy don't give you attention, is that why you're a delinquent?" He said curtly his voice flat before he walked away and toward the kitchen as she went for the food. He leaned back slowly and trailed his fingers through his hair with a snicker before he shook his head. "So they don't feed you much either?" He continued.

"Sooo a camera? What going to take pictures of my house?" He asked slowly before he trailed his fingers back and forth along the table top as he looked to her. He leaned back as she ate before he pointed a finger at her. "How do you know I haven't just poisoned you and the fact that you're drinking something that lowers your ability to hydrate yourself would just speed up the process." He added with a snicker before he gestured. "There's iced tea in the fridge. Get some of that." He added before he rested his head on his hands. "So...its quiet here, what's going to happen now, what do you want?"
 
She didn't like his curt tone, but she had him right where she wanted him, so she didn't let it get under her skin. "I don't know what I would've been like if my parents were normal, maybe I would've been normal too, but maybe not."

Once she got to her burger, she responded to his second question. "Feed me? Not really, unless I want to drink one of dad's beers. I live off of handouts from others."

She didn't look starved, but that was because of her no-nonsense nature. If she wanted someone's food, she was willing to fight for it. The other person wasn't usually willing to suffer a broken nose over a meal that came easy to them.

When he brought up he suggestion that he could have poisoned her food, she tilted her head with an expression of disbelief wrought on her face. Her expression settled into a dark smile. "Jonas, whether you poison me or not is your choice. It's blood on your hands, not mine. I don't believe in the afterlife, so I'm not worried about being sent to hell at my death. I live as I die, with no regrets."

Despite having said something sinister, her face lit up at the mention of iced tea in the fridge. She poured herself a glass and chugged it down. It was similar to how her father would down alcoholic beverages, but Mia didn't realize it. Once she finished the rest of her burger, she discussed her plans.

"Alright, this is what I have in mind. What the camera is for isn't for taking pictures of your house, but for recording us while we have sex." She smirked, "I'll start you off with vanilla sex, okay? Each day I'm going to throw a new kink into the mix." It was surprising that a schoolgirl knew that kind of terminology, delinquent or not. Her words didn't seem to phase her. "If you really hate something, you can beg me not to and maybe I'll consider dropping it, but don't try denying everything and thinking you'll get away with that. And if you're wondering why I'll be recording us, it's to further the amount of blackmail I have on you. Being caught having sex with your own student is a criminal offense, after all. So, are you ready to start?"
 
"And it seems you don't care to find out. You just want to manipulate and use people to your own advantage." He replied curtly his hands now folding beneath his chin as he looked at her. "I almost feel sad for you." He said as he took on of the burgers and began eating it.

He leaned back slowly before he placed his feet on the table rocking back onto the chair's back legs as he looked her over his eyes emotionless a moment while she spoke. "One day, you will regret this." He said slowly and somberly before he looked toward a window and sighed. "But I guess its not going to be today." He said before he looked to her again.

"So let me get this straight, you don't like me, yet you want to have sex with me. And you expect me to let you film me having sex with a minor, it goes from me losing my job to me facing jail time and becoming a sex offender." He said before he folded his arms and looking to her he cocked his head to one side. "I don't think you've thought this plan through. What are you going to do to make me cooperate with this little stunt? Get me fired? You probably couldn't even handle my cock if I did go along with it, I'd tear you up little girl."
 
She rolled her eyes at his sass, not bothering to reply to it or to his comment about regrets. What did he know about her or her values? The world they lived in was selfish. What was wrong with stepping on people to have her way, when people always stepped on her when she was weak-willed? In a world of wolves and sheep, she would be a wolf. It was her decision, one she undoubtedly stood by.

She laughed mockingly when he talked about his cock. "You men are all the same, thinking you're hot stuff 'cause of your skin between your legs. Newsflash, bucko, a woman's vagina isn't some bubble that pops the moment something hits it. We can squeeze an entire baby out of there, we bleed chunks of our uterus' monthly. Whether you have a big or little ding dong pony shlong, it's not gonna tear me apart, and if you have such a virgin way of thinking you can take me as rough as you like just so I can spit laughter in your face. Saying something so ignorant so proudly just enforces how beneath me you are."

She took a breath of air, her adamant rant replaced with a suspicious sweetness. "Buut if you want to take me, we're gonna do it with the camera rolling, 'kay♥"

Mia grabbed her camera, looking back at him with a wink. "I'll be in your bedroom, getting things rolling with or without you. You can play my game, or wait awkwardly as I stain your sheets with my sweat and juices." Just as she said, she began to walk away from him like he needn't be a part of her ruse to begin with.
 
He looked at her before he snickered and slowly stroked his fingers through his hair while he weighed out his options. He knew nothing of her and frankly he didn't care to know he knew she wanted what she wanted and it came off like all she cared about was getting him to fuck her which was strange even though she supposedly didn't like him. Stretching he stood up from the chair with a snicker.

"So what you want me to be sweet and gentle and soft?" He asked slowly as he leaned back. "You can do whatever you wish, this won't be something sweet or caring if it does happen. Go do what you've got to." He replied with a laugh as she went on her rant.

"Look it was a gambit, and obviously it failed. I'm quite good at what I do. Your mother can attest to that, and its not an insult or me just throwing it out there. Do you really want to sleep with a man who came inside your mother not too long ago?" He asked slowly before he walked around the table looking her over and shaking his head "How about we exchange, you give me the tape, and I give you one of the best nights of your life." He said slowly. "No copies, you want to ruin me, fine, but if you don't and you want to keep it going..welll" He said trailing off before he slowly pulled his shirt upward and off of his muscular upper body.

"I mean, why sleep with me, you don't like me, you're not a virgin, you're just doing what you want to do but what does it get you?"
 
Mia knew no humility. Her ego was being thrashed about by this man, and even though it wasn't her goal, a buzz similar to drinking alcohol swirled within her. It was intoxicating, having such a challenge when most folded under her brashness. The cackle ripping from her soul was deafening. It fit that of an evil witch, not of a tormented teenager. Perhaps acting in such a way was a safeguard against accepting the sad reality that was her life.

Regardless, she spoke proudly. "Like I care if you fucked my mother. She's just as promiscuous as me. I wouldn't be surprised if every man in town had a dick in her at some point."

She listened at his attempt to bargain, then insulted him for it. "Dum~my. Why the hell would I give you the tape? For a one night stand? Please."

Even though it's what she said, she put a ludicrous amount of effort into getting him to have sex with her. Something didn't match up. She gave no hints as to what sort of thoughts were really going through her head. Her scowl made her out to be irritated, but the rest of her body language was calm. Relaxed, even.

When he took off his shirt, she glanced away, as if she had never seen a man's body before. She focused her attention back to him, explaining herself further. "It's the matter of control. I don't love you, I don't like you, but I want you to do as I say."

A warped smile donned her face. Her voice was quiet, and a strangely honest statement slipped out. "I want to break you, just as the world has broken me..."

She didn't notice what she said, and her voice went back to her usual tone. "I suggest you do as I ask. I'm going easy on you, you know? If you keep resisting I'll force you to do as I please. You may think it's silly, but as a teacher you realize how many fights I've been in, right? Other kids who tried to resist me were black and blue while I rarely had a scratch. I've been fighting for years. You may be older than me, a man, muscular, but do you know how to fight?" It was laughable, and average sized teenager acting like she could take down a physically fit man because of schoolyard brawls. However, Mia seemed embarrassingly serious about it.
 
He ran his fingers slowly along his jawline while he looked her over as she cackled and shaking his head he licked his lips. "I don't think you are." He said curtly. "I've not heard the usual rumors milling about, but who knows." He said before he laughed gently. "So its cute that you have this poor stance on life the universe and everything but I don't think you've thought this through." He added before he stood and walked over to the front door locking it with a key he pulled from his pocket.

He stretched as he looked over at her once the shirt was off. "Why look away, this is what you want right? My body." He said slowly before he began to undo his pants. "I mean you don't like me so I guess you figured what, you'd have me to do whatever you want with and that I wasn't bad looking to boot." He added his hands sliding the jeans down off his hips as he stared daggers at her.

"Who broke you? Maybe I can get revenge for you, it doesn't have to come to this." He said slowly with a smirk as he moved closer to her. He had been moving closer since he'd stood. "You know." He began slowly before he was suddenly next to her his hands on her shoulders as he looked down to her. "I could have killed you from the moment you walked through the door." He said with a smirk. "I've done various forms of martial arts my entire life, two of which particularly, pencak silat, and kali focus on closing distance quickly and killing your opponents regardless of size as rapidly as possible at higher levels. I could have, gouged your eyes for example, or smashed you in the temple, or even hit you so hard it crushed one of your ovaries and then stomped you to death as you doubled over in pain." He replied

"But a part of me, thinks it would be a waste to ruin something as beautiful as you." He said before he reached up as though going to cup her chin.
 
She wanted to keep yelling at him, she wanted to keep threatening him, but his words about getting revenge stopped her from lashing out. No one has offered that to her before, not even as a maybe. There wasn't a single person in her life that cared about her heartache, not when she was a child, and not when she was close to adulthood. It caught her off guard, and she couldn't control an off-guard expression that forced its way to her face. She bit her lip, trying to keep her expression unreadable.

Maybe he wasn't beneath her as she previously claimed.

After thinking carefully, she replied. "Revenge... I don't know what to think of that. I've fantasied about it, but always thought it would be too much effort to do myself." So, revenge wasn't her thing, but blackmail was. Then again, it was due to lucky circumstances that allowed her to get a deviant video of him. It wasn't like she followed him around, waiting for the right opportunity.

His talk on killing her changed her unsure expression to a smirk. "Okay, I'll admit it, you have one up on me by knowing martial arts, but have you ever fought in the streets? Those who are serious about fighting are like wild animals; they'll do anything to win, including going for the eyes. You've still got your balls to worry about, and like stomping my ovaries, I can kick in your kidneys 'til your body's as responsive as jelly."

Mia finally noticed that he was undressing in front of her. For some reason it felt intimidating, like he was doing it to show her how he didn't need to be dressed when dealing with her, that he was extremely confident in his body. Not wanting to be out-done, she copied him, throwing her shirt to the floor and unzipping her jeans. She did it with a scowl, possibly because of his comment about her beauty. She had a woman's body, but it was damaged. Red scratch marks lined her back. Colorful bruises dotted her body like abrasive freckles. Still, she pumped out her chest confidently.

"Fine, you're attractive, I'm attractive. We don't have to kill each other if you're a good boy and do as I say."
 
He watched carefully as she seemed to mull over his offer before he ran his fingers along his stomach. "I take it, its something to do with sexuality and you taking control of it. Am I the only partner you'd have on your terms." He replied slowly before he leaned in slightly. "You can sit there and wonder about how you can get revenge, or you can have your revenge through me, and...we can have a bit of fun if you want to. I'll get whoever it is and bring them to a hidden location and you can enact your vengeance."

"I have a good deal up on you in general dear. See my martial arts don't work like what you think, its fighting grown men from when you're a child and getting your ass handed to you day by day till you can beat them, anything goes." He added with a snicker before he ran his fingers down along the table.

He looked to her and slowly stretched his body before he looked to her with a snicker. "So for such a strong little thing you sure have taken a whipping lately. " He said before he shifted before he was suddenly across the room and leaned over her his face inches from hers. "Last person told me to be a good boy was my father ten years ago, I left him laid out not too far from where you're standing." He added with a smirk.
 
"It'd be a long list of people," she said, on the subject of revenge, "And my parents would be included too. My parents..." This time, she trailed off, not sharing where her line of thought was going. She didn't want to talk about a sob story millions of kids had. She was well aware that she wasn't special. Because of that it felt pointless, discussing things that have happened millions of times over.

Mia suddenly felt vulnerable when he talked about her body and feats of strength, and she didn't like it. With a growl, she re-strengthened her resolve to get what she came here for. "You can have a black belt in karate for all I care. I still have evidence against you, and I intend to make more. If you can kill me so easily, why don't you?" She challenged, "Then I'd be out of your hair and you wouldn't have to worry about it." Her heart beat was erratic, the hairs on her body standing up as if she were cold. Despite all the chances he was giving her to fold her hand, she kept on pushing him. "You could even have fun with my dead body if you're into that. You seem like the type of pervert who wouldn't mind a maggot squirming next to his dick. But even so you still can't accept me as your dominatrix, huh? What do I have to do, backhand you upside your smirking face to get you to listen to me?"

She leaned her face closer to him, baring her teeth as if she were a dog. She would challenge him with all she had, even if it meant the death of her. He was much different than the classmates she had, who would easily buckle under her intimidation tactics. Maybe that's why she was bothering him in the first place, because she was too bored of people who folded under her.
 
He sighed and shook his head slowly as she spoke. "I've got a bit of time." He said curtly before he slowly cracked his knuckles and shook his head. "I mean you may have me by the balls, but you're still going to be someone's whipping boy even if I'm your's. Is that the idea, the fact someone has you under their thumb means you knuckle down on me."

"Oh, I see that, and the fact that you've stripped down...and I'm now between you and your cell phone and camera doesn't seem to bother you. However I bet you didn't trust anyone enough to give them the actual recordings. And I'm willing to bet you counted on leaving here alive." He added before he leaned in. "Because I don't want to kill you." He said curtly. "It'd be a waste." He went on before he chuckled softly. "Do I seem the necrophile type? Funny I didn't think I gave off that vibe, in any case, I can see that you're scared. It's ok to be scared." He said his smile growing and his face almost darkening as he loomed over her.

"I think you want something that you can control." He added as he looked to her. "If you want to, you can kiss me, on your terms, you can come here and let me hold you." He said opening his arms. "You're going to leave here alive, and safe, no matter what happens to me." He added slowly
 
There was a sense of familiarity when she was quarreling with him. She realized that it was like the 'Good Cop, Bad Cop' method the police had blatantly pulled on her when she they took her in for questioning. First he laid out how easily he could kill her, similarly to how the police laid down that they could interrogate her for as long as they liked if she didn't give the right answers. Then they had the next cop ensure her that no, there were procedures they had to follow, and everything would be fine whether she cooperated or not. To Mia, it felt like blatant emotional manipulation. Her anger was building. Her ears steamed red much like a boiling lobster. The worse part was the calmness of it all. While she was fucked with left and right, losing her mind, everyone else seemed so in control of themselves. She had nothing she could control, not even herself.

Her quivering lip fell, letting out a noise that was a combination of a scoff, a cry, and a laugh. Her breathing quickened, adrenaline coursing through her veins. Her body begged her to do something, fight, run away, anything. She refused to run without her stuff, but she was afraid that if she tried to hit him he would grab her. Mia was stuck, panic embedding itself in her heart.

Calm down, calm down, calm down! She screamed at herself internally, as if that would relieve the pressure weighing on her. It added to the madness, making it harder to grab onto a thought that made sense. Finally, after a long moment, she remembered who she was. She wasn't some cowering kid, she was motherfucking Mia Jacobs. Just because he reminded her of that awful time at the police station doesn't mean squat. Her mission was to make him her toy, and that's exactly what she'd do, whether it involved being beaten to death or if it was as peaceful as a little girl's tea party.

She returned to reality, suddenly more confident than she was a moment ago. "It doesn't matter whether I'm someone's whipping boy or not. You can think what you want about me, whether I have problems or some other shit. Don't we all have problems? You should be thankful that I want to take you under me. I'm a kind master. I may be demanding, but your problems would be my problems, got it?"

Even though she was more confident, she didn't approach his open arms. She was cautious, and her body language reflected it as she crossed her arms over her breasts. It seemed like she didn't trust him when it came to equalizing their relationship, such as sharing a kiss. She continued pushing for one where it was all about her.
 
He looked to her and smiled softly before he stopped talking. His lips stuck for a moment slightly pursed but unmoving as he looked to her. He was now in just his boxers. The bulge of them didn't grow or shrink though the size of it showed that if he wasn't erect he would be significantly larger than the average male. He gently tapped his bare feet against the wood floor as though testing it for something before he laughed softly as her lip began quivering.

"I can see that you're getting frustrated. But you don't have to be. Everything I've said in the last few moments is true, I'm no trying to dick you over." He said as he held up his hands in a vulnerable expression. "I can tell that you're torn between flight or fight and frankly you don't have to do either, were just talking. The uncertainty showing in your eyes means you can't win if you did fight, and the trembling of your legs means you can't outrun me fast enough to get that door open." He added with a slight deep intake of breath before sighing.

He began to circle her now as she hadn't moved he smiled and slowly nodded. "Ah I see, a kind master is it." He said before he smiled softly. "And how would you know how to be that when the state of your body says that you've never truly been in control without anyone controlling you?" He asked slowly. "Who's to say whatever's got you under their thumb won't trickle down to me if I submit?" He asked slowly before he stopped. "I think just maybe, you need a lesson in just how strong I can be." He said with a smile and suddenly he was gone though he had been smiling before her.

An instant later he was standing behind her, the difference in their height causing him to crouch as he had suddenly shifted and lunged. It was obviously a well known move due to its extreme speed and fluidity. His breath caressed the back of her neck with how close he was. However he didn't touch her. "Oh my dear Mia I'd kiss away the pain of those scars and cuts." He whispered softly his lips almost touching her ear before he was gone again. Standing before her once more his nose almost against hers he looked into her eyes. "You picked me because you want me, and that's fine, but just realize what you're getting into." He said curtly. "Kiss me...for as long as you want...as hard as you want." He whispered his breath minty and warm delicately brushing her lips.
 
She squeezed her arms against herself even tighter when he approached her, completely ignoring his questions and comments on her issues with control. He was too close for comfort, but what could she do about it? It looked like the tables turned, and she couldn't counter it. She reprimanded herself for being too nice. It would have looked suspicious as hell, but maybe the tables would have turned in her favor if she brought something like a baseball bat. Even if he was stronger than her, there's not much you can do about a metal bat clobbering your head, or balls. She promised herself, no matter what happened tonight, she would bring a weapon next time.

When she felt his hot breath against her lips, anger burned within her again. Yes, she wanted him, but she wanted the camera to be rolling too. He was just doing as he pleased, like he was the real master.

"Not until the camera's rolling," she demanded, "Then I'll kiss you, as much as I want." She pointed to the kitchen table, where her camera rested. "Come on, go get it." Her voice lacked authority and was obviously fearful. It seemed that she already assumed that he wouldn't listen.

She hated the feeling of losing her grip on him. Her frustrations exploded as rage, "Go get it, now! Record us together, or I'll share the video I took! I'll show it to everyone at school! You'll never be able to work in this town again! An incident like that will go on your permanent record! You'll be lucky to ever work in the education industry!"
 
He ran his fingers along the fringe of her remaining clothing before he leaned in his lips close enough she could feel the warmth of them before he pulled back suddenly. "So I guess you don't want it." He teased before he shifted back and smiled to her. He ran his fingers slowly along his jawline as though in thought as he looked to her. "Don't feel helpless, I'm just trying to make the most of my situation. In truth you should feel more in control." He added before he turned away from her.

When she felt his hot breath against her lips, anger burned within her again. Yes, she wanted him, but she wanted the camera to be rolling too. He was just doing as he pleased, like he was the real master.

"I see, well I mean if you really want it rolling, then it would be forced. My attention would be on the camera and not on you. I intend to leave more than enough DNA evidence so if you really wanted to convict me it'd be more telling than a digital video tape that won't even be admissible in court." He said teasing her softly. "You don't need that." He said before he paused as she yelled at him.

"Hhmmm I see...well then you'll lose your toy won't you. See therein lies the thing, it won't. I technically didn't do anything wrong..well not legally just morally and frankly she and I don't even know each other's names." He added before he shifted closer to her once more. "I think the biggest aspect of it is the fact that you'd be displaying pornographic material and thus being expelled." He added with a nod and a smile before he reached over and picked up the camera. Placing it down in front of her he smirked. "Up to you."
 
Mia didn't believe what he said about being expelled. Even if he was right, it didn't matter to her. She was thinking about dropping out and running away from home. At least this way she'd leave with a bang. People would probably gossip about her long after she was gone. It was one way of living on, in others memories.

She boldly picked up the camera and started recording, to hell with the multitude of consequences. At the same time she forced a kiss on his lips, not worried about whether the camera was catching it all or not. Her kiss was far from gentle, painful even. It wasn't because she wasn't experienced with kissing, but because of her dislike of him. He didn't deserve sweet, girly kisses, but she suspected that that wasn't what he craved either. She would give him raw passion, raw emotion. She relied on her kiss to relay her feelings of infatuation and hate, anger and sadness. She bit his lower lip, not caring of potentially diseased blood spilling into her mouth. It was only a nick, nothing that would really hurt him, but it seemed like a forewarning of how she wanted their interaction to be.
 
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