Page 464 of Filthy Elites

Me: No.

Bastian: If you continue to defy me, I’ll happily make a scene and ultimately, you’ll end up doing as I please and sitting in my lap. Or you can come and willingly sit your ass on my dick and I’ll reward your obedience.

Me: I’m not a dog!!

Bastian: I never insinuated that you were. I merely suggested that you behaving would mean me rewarding you.

Me: Will this reward involve you leaving me alone and never speaking to me again?

Bastian: No.

Me: Then I don’t see what’s in it for me?

Bastian: I will allow you to go home with your friend after school, instead of me driving you back to my place.

I freeze as I read the words. He wasn’t planning on letting me go home after school? This is the first I’ve heard of this plan, but now that I know, I’m positive I don’t want to go anywhere with him. I need space and time and possibly a continent or two between us.

With my legs shaking and my heart racing I push up from my seat, take the two steps to Sebastian and then carefully lower myself back down into his lap.

“Good choice,” he breathes against my ear as his arm bands around my waist. His grip is tight and I realize I’ve walked straight into his trap. Not only am I exactly where he wants me to be, but I willingly put myself in this position.

Soft lips find my neck and I flinch. His body tenses beneath me and I know I’ve pissed him off, but he remains silent while Court keeps talking. His arm around my waist might as well be made of steel because he doesn’t allow me even an ounce of wiggle room as he keeps nipping and kissing my neck, even going so far as to pull my braid out of the way to give him more room.

His teeth clamp down on my skin and I let out a whimper as he bites me and sucks, deliberately marking me on the back of my neck in a place that I can’t see, but will be clearly visible to everyone else.

I try to squirm away from his punishing touch, but he just wraps his other arm around me, keeping me completely immobile while he brands me. It’s barbaric and cruel and a message. A warning that if I don’t do as I’m told or act how he wants, he’ll punish me.

The urge to claw, slap and fight flashes through my head, but I push it away. Sebastian is bigger and stronger than me. Physically, he’s more than capable of overpowering me and he’s proved that he’s not above using others to manipulate me into getting what he wants.

The best thing I can do right now is to just acquiesce and accept my fate, at least for the rest of lunch break. I do my best to relax and the moment I do, he releases his teeth and replaces the pain with a tingling kiss as he gently licks and soothes the place he just hurt.

“I like seeing my mark on your neck, I might keep it there so everyone else can see it too. Once I’ve taken your virginity, I’ll finger your pussy while I bite down on my mark until you come, then I’ll do it over and over so often that the moment my teeth scrape across that spot, your body will spontaneously orgasm.”

His voice is barely above a whisper, so no one but me and him can hear what he’s saying to me. I shudder in response, revulsion with the tiniest hint of desire. Nothing he’s said or done should appeal to me and mostly it doesn’t. Except there’s a little tiny part of me, a part so small I might have gone my whole life without ever knowing it exists that preens at his words.

I might only be sixteen years old, but I understand feminism. I was raised by a badass, albeit slightly erratic single mother. I’m more than aware that I don’t need a man and that I never want to be in a position where I’m beholden to one.

If I ever have a long-term partner or get married, I want my relationship to be equal and balanced by mutual respect and love. But there’s also that hidden fantasy perpetuated by fairy tales andFifty Shades of Greythat makes me crave a man to sweep me off my feet, to look after me and save me from anything, from puddles to big bad monsters. That’s the part of me that’s a little excited by his dominance and the way he’s managing me.

I’m grateful for the distraction when a server arrives at our table, placing a plate of food at each place setting and two in front of me and Sebastian. “I didn’t order anything?”

“I ordered for you,” Sebastian says.

Scowling, I turn to glare at him, all my resolve to just behave and get away from him as soon as possible gone in an instant. “I told you I wasn’t hungry.”

“And I told you, you need to eat, you don’t take good enough care of yourself.”

“That’s—”

Sebastian shuts me up by grabbing my chin, turning me toward him and slamming his lips to mine. His tongue forces its way into my mouth while his fingers tease at the underside of my breast. I wish I could say I don’t respond, that I sit there like a wet fish refusing to participate, but that would be a lie and by the time he leans back, separating us, I’m panting and squeezing my thighs together to quell the ache that’s formed between my thighs.

“Eat,” he orders, pressing a soft peck against my lips and dragging the plate containing a delicious-looking deli sandwich toward me.

EIGHT

Sebastian

She’s perfect.Even when she’s fighting me, she’s still everything I’ve ever wanted. She’s feisty and high strung, she’s a challenge that I can’t wait to conquer. She thinks she won a battle with me at lunch, but what she doesn’t realize is that I don’t mind negotiating with her to ensure she does as I ask. Letting her ride home with her friend was an easy concession, especially because I plan to follow her home, wait for her to change and then bring her back to my place again anyway. Not that I told her that, I gave her something she wanted and I got what I wanted. Everyone’s happy.

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