In the end, it all comes down to finding your “person.”That certain someone who fulfills your desires while you fulfill theirs.It’s feeling more and more like Briana and I can mesh together.The more I learn about her, the more I learn about myself, and the more I believe we are destined for each other.
I never in my life imagined finding someone I could connect with, someone I could call a life partner.It’s always seemed inconceivable to me.I don’t get along well with anyone enough to spend all my time with them.People tend to annoy me.
I can share a house with the guys because we have a mutual understanding.We get each other.We have a shared history that no one else can comprehend.But sharing my room?My bed?Out of the question.
Until Briana.
Fuck, I’d love to move her into my room.Keep her.But we’re a long way from that possibility.I’m getting ahead of myself.I don’t really know that we’re as compatible as I’m hoping yet.The signs all keep pointing to that being a possibility.
Even if I knew for certain I could share my space with her, we still have hurdles.For one, she doesn’t know who I am.I haven’t let her see my face.For two, her brother has no idea I freshman-pranked his sister.
That part is fucked up.
I’m sure everything seems strange to her today.She’s surely doubting herself over and over.Tonight, I will take her out of her body again, though.This time with pleasure.Tomorrow, she will know another type of obedience.I will train her body to crave my touch and to earn it through good behavior.
Tomorrow, she will fucking text me for permission to stretch her legs out because every time she moves, she’ll be reminded of how fucking good it feels to let me touch her.
My cock is hard all day as I plot my precise plans for tonight.
Tomorrow, she will be tired but so alive.She will float through her classes.
I don’t want her to have time to ponder what’s happening, so I text her a list of things to do when she gets home.Simple things.Homework for one.And she has to text me pictures of her work every half hour.A snack.I want to see that apple with bites out of it.A nap.She’s going to be grateful for it later.
I watch her in her room, of course, but she doesn’t know that.Fuck, she’s pretty when she curls up on her side to take a nap.I tell her to set the phone on her pillow and leave the volume on so I can wake her in thirty minutes.
After that, I keep a running list going.Clean her bathroom thoroughly.A load of laundry.Dinner.And I want pictures of her plate before and after.She needs to find a way to discreetly take those photos without explaining herself to her roommates.She has a reading assignment due for her English class, so I instruct her to walk around her room while she reads.It will help her focus.Then she texts me a summary of the chapters.
By the time I tell her to go to bed, she’s nearly bouncing.She’s smiling.I’m not sure whether it’s because she’s happy about being so organized or about pleasing me.Either way, I’m glad.I like to see her smiling.
She changes into another white tank and panties and plugs her phone into the charger on her desk.I watch as she sets her alarm and opens her nightstand drawer.She stares into the space before shutting it.I suspect she’s noticed the missing pills.After a slight hesitation, she puts on the blindfold and crawls into bed.
I’m so fucking pleased with her that I’m smiling like a loon in my own bedroom.I can’t go over there for quite some time.Her roommates will be home tonight.I need them to be asleep before I slip into the house.
I busy myself doing tasks I should have done earlier, prepping for tomorrow’s classes, ironing my shirt, making sure my shoes are buffed.
I should rest for a while, too.So I set my alarm for two hours and stretch out on my bed.I’m normally pretty good about going to sleep, but my cycle is a mess right now.I need this nap before I go to her.
“Start over.”
“Sir, I?—”
“Start.Over!”he shouts.
I’m fuming.I purse my lips because any response that might leak out will land me in more hot water.Instead, I turn around and pull the comforter and top sheet from my bed.I set them on my trunk before shaking out the sheet and fanning it through the air so it lands over the fitted sheet.
Flames are still coming out of my head.I feel like I’m going to self-combust.I want to turn around and punch Master Drill Sergeant Keagan in the face.
That’s the name my friends and I call him behind his back.The asshole.
But he’s bigger than me, and he controls my future.So instead, I remake my bed for the fifth time in thirty minutes.
I smooth out the fucking top sheet and tuck the corners in, like he has shown me.Meticulously, making sure every angle is just right.When I’m done, I put the comforter over the top and check that it’s even on all three sides.
If he makes me do this one more time, my head will blow off.But that’s what he wants.He wants me to explode and go ape shit so he can report me to juvie.He’d love nothing more than to turn all five of us in and wipe his hands of us.He has the power to destroy us, mentally and physically.Break us.
This boys’ home is the last stop for delinquents like me before juvie.I’ve been here two weeks.I learned quickly to either follow the rules without complaint or get written up for insubordination.Three times and we’re out.
The only thing that keeps me sane is that I’m sharing this room with four other guys.My brothers now.All of us are in the same boat.In numbers, there is strength.People I can commiserate with, complain to.