Page 35 of False Idols

“Aren’t we all?” I asked and pulled Nevaeh back a step with me. “Let’s go.”

Nevaeh came right along. Docile as a fucking lamb and ran right into me when I stopped in front of her dorm room. It’s only when we stopped walking that she realized where we were.

“There, the door will stay open. How’s that?” I offered. It’s not going to save her, but it’s easy to keep up the good guy act for a second longer. I don’t expect Nevaeh to fall for it, but she does. Interesting.

“Okay, f-fine,” Nevaeh stammers. She’s sweet. Adorable. Fucking stammering and blushing and worried about doors being open or not. The football team almost left her for dead for a serial killer to find and cut to pieces and she’s worried about shit like this?

Stupid, beautiful, fucking liar.

Nevaeh goes to the left, it’s on the side of the room behind the open door and it’s not visible from the hallway, even with the door partly open. Light spills out onto the opposite side of the room and onto her roommate’s empty bed. Her dorm room looks like any other that I’ve seen. There’s a bed on each side of the room, pushed right up against the wall. There’s windows above the beds. Twin desks sit on either side of the door and I see the outline of closets beside the beds. There’s a matching pair of nightstands as well between the beds, and a rug that covers the space. I can make out the shape of a bookcase and a few pictures on the walls. Nevaeh’s room is just like any other college girl, even if she’s so much more.

Nevaeh takes a seat on her bed and crosses her arms over her chest. There’s a stupid little strawberry night light beside the door that illuminates the room well enough. It casts golden light and shadows over Nevaeh. She looks down at the rug at her feet and tucks her chin close to her body.

She takes a deep breath and looks up at me. “What do we need to talk about?” she looks calmer now that we’re in her space.

I’m glad she feels safe. It’s going to make everything so much sweeter when I show her just how fucking paper thin her sense of safety is. It’s not real. Nothing is out here.

“How far have you gone with a guy, Nevaeh?”

Her eyes go wide and she sits up. “What?” she whispers.

I take a step closer. I’m still standing in the light coming in from the hallway. The party hasn't slowed down and someone put on a party light. It’s rotating and spinning, shining red, blue, yellow and green light every other second.I wonder what I look like to Nevaeh in all those fucking colors. For so long my world was nothing but gray. There’s no goddamn colors in prison. Blue, grey, white. Sometimes orange. That’s it.

“You fucked anyone?” I ask her and drop my voice as I stalk towards her. “Tell me the truth.”

“Why are you asking that?”

“Because it’s my right to know.”

“That doesn’t-” she stops and then starts again, “what do you mean?”

I’m just a couple of steps away from her. The dorm room isn’t big at all and I’ve closed the space between us in a second, so when I come forward and put a hand on either side of Nevaeh she’s got nowhere to go. Doesn’t mean she doesn’t try, though.

Nevaeh jerks back from me and tries to scoot away on her bed. “Beau, what are y-”

I grab her face and my palm presses against her lips, my fingers digging into her cheeks. I squeeze and Nevaeh whimpers. “It’s my right, because you’re mine. And no one touches what’s mine. And you,” I pause as I lean towards her and jerk her forward, “have been mine the fucking second they put me away. My beautiful liar. For four years you have been the only thing I’ve thought about and tonight I’m getting the start of what you owe me, do you understand?”

Nevaeh sucks in a deep breath through her nose. I frown, not liking that she’s fighting me for air. She’s going to learn to trust me. To know that I understand her and her limits more than anyone. She’s going to learn not to fight my control. I shift so that my hand covers her nose, blocking off her next inhale of air. Her eyes go wide, the faint glow of the nightlight shows me the fear in her eyes and I can feel her lips part against my palm when she tries to speak. I growl low in my throat and give her face another squeeze.

“I said, do you understand? Nod your head like the fucking good girl that you are.”

She’s struggling to breathe. Chest rising and falling with each quick gasp that doesn’t bring her any closer to getting a lungful of air with my hand over her nose and mouth. Even so, Nevaeh does what I ask and nods her head. Tears start to roll down her cheeks and wet my hand before they drop from my fingers to the floor beneath her.

“You’re beautiful when you cry,” I tell her and stroke her cheek with my free hand. I curl a lock of her hair around my finger and tug sharply. The gesture makes Nevaeh cry out and her neck bends, awkwardly trying to follow the pull of my finger, but she doesn’t quite manage it without a wince. Nevaeh has beautiful hair. Thick, dark hair that curls slightly. It’s soft and shines in the sunlight. I used to look at her photos and imagine what it would be like to touch her hair. I would fall asleep to that thought. I never knew nothing would compare to the real thing.

“My beautiful liar.” I roll the lock of hair around my fingers and yank her closer to me every time I wrap it around my knuckles.

Nevaeh sobs, but the sound is muffled by my hand and the noise from the hallway, making sure no one hears a thing. The door is still open where I left it. Not quite halfway and not quite closed. Nevaeh’s eyes go to the door and I pull her face to look at me.

“Wanting to be somewhere else?” I ask and dig my fingers into her beautiful face. “I don’t think I need to tell you that when I’m with you, your attention is mine, angel. Do you understand?”

This time I don’t have to tell Nevaeh to nod.

“Good girl, you’re learning so fast for me. But if you’re going to be thinking about anything other than me, I should do something about that, shouldn’t I?” I loosen my grip and stand so suddenly Nevaeh almost falls forward onto the floor. I catch her with a hand on her shoulder and move close to grab her around her waist when she tries to make a run for it. I hear the intake of her breath as she gears up for a scream, but I don’t stop what I’m doing. I’m faster than her and by the time her scream starts to let loose, I’ve got her facedown and over my knee. I hit her before she can truly scream and like magic, she stops.

She freezes, that perfect curvy body of hers curled over my thighs and I know she’s trying to process what just happened. She didn’t expect for me to spank her. I raise my hand and spank her again. The slap of my hand on her ass is swallowed up by the music and laughter from the party in the hallway. Someone falls against the doorframe but I don’t pay them any attention. I don’t care if someone finds us.

Nevaeh does though.

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