All of my life as a student, I’ve never gotten grades higher than a B. It came to the point that I’ve considered getting a B+ as the equivalent of an A. But here at the reform school, where I was surrounded by troubled girls trying their very best to be better people, I was blooming into a straight A student.
But maybe that was because of a certain blue eyed headmaster.
“Good job on your essay, Minnie,” Miss Darcy said to me with a smile, as she handed me my paper about the Second World War. “You’ve been doing tremendously well. Your parents will be pleased.”
I’d rather please Thorn than my father. But I didn’t say that out loud. I smiled back at the instructor. “Thanks, Miss Darcy. I try my best.”
“Wow another A,” Nicole mused from behind me. “Keep that up and you might boot Keira as the valedictorian.”
The thought made me smile. Who would have guessed? But I turned to face her with a serious look.
“I’m not aiming for that,” I said. “It’s all good.”
And that was the truth. I really wasn’t aiming for academic honors. All I wanted was for Thorn to be pleased with my performance. It was funny how I’d only known him for what, three or four weeks? But I couldn’t get the dominant alpha out of my mind.
And he seemed to be everywhere. The man owned this place after all. There was the time when he came in to our classroom and disrupted class to announce something. Every girl had stared, mooning like cows at that handsome form. There was a moment when I wondered why he was the headmaster. Why not a CEO? Why not a corporate titan? Someone who raided banks and got rich?
But I didn’t care about that. All I cared about was what passed between us. Because before Thorn left, he caught my eye and smiled knowingly.
I gasped, chills running up my spine.
Had anyone seen that smile?
Could they feel the electricity between us?
But no one seemed to notice, so I just sank into my seat, cheeks hot.
Get it together, the voice in my head screamed. Get it together, it was nothing!
But I couldn’t help it. The effect this man has on me is devastating. He was the sole reason why I was doing well academically. I wanted to please him, so I got good grades. I would work my damn ass off if it made him happy. I would kneel at his feet for as long as he let me.
And yes, I adored my therapy sessions with the Master. They were my lifeline to an existence where I mattered, where what my father said didn’t dictate everything. The last time I was with Thorn, he showered me with his cum, the gloopy hotness drenching my chin and chest, dripping to my breasts and even running all the way to my pussy.
It’s demeaning right? Getting sprayed like that, my hair sticky with a man’s jism.
But it didn’t feel that way. Or at least I didn’t feel that way.
Because I loved it. My fingers massaged the bubbly liquid into my breasts, spreading it over and around my nipples, even circling my clit and getting it shiny.
Because I was ready to cross any boundary when it came to Thorn. I was ready to go all the way with my Master. To follow where he led. To walk the fires of Hell, coming out unscathed on the other side.
Did he know?
Did he know what I was willing to do under his guidance?
Did he realize that I was a virgin?
Because it was the truth. Maybe I didn’t have a chastity or purity ring, but my body actually was chaste and pure. The right guy hadn’t come around yet, and I couldn’t just give it away.
After all, the guys back at home, they were…well, boys. They smelled like pizza and had too much acne, oozing with pus.
Thorn on the other hand, was the opposite. Hard. Commanding. A muscular body hiding beneath a perfectly tailored suit. He exuded masculinity and confidence, and that was exactly what turned me on. Well, that and the size of his dick.
Oh yeah. Now that Thorn was here, everything was different. He’d flipped a switch within, waking the sleeping vixen.
Suddenly, I was jolted from my dreams.
“Minnie!” Nicole called my attention. I jumped up in my seat. She shot me a pointed look. “The bell just rang. It’s time for lunch.”
I grinned.
“Let’s go then.”
In no time, we were in the mess hall. Because I have to admit, Forest Hills serves good food, hot and nutritious. No scary meatloaf made from Grade C beef or unidentifiable gray chunks spread on rice. So we helped ourselves to the food, and then found some seats at a table.
Unbidden, my mind drifted back to the last session I had with Thorn. I remembered how he’d taught me how to suck his cock, how those blue eyes had gleamed watching me take his length. And oh god, today was Wednesday. That meant another session, and I couldn’t wait, giggling aloud.
Nicole looked sharply at me.
“What are you laughing about?” she asked, eyes curious.
I shrugged and bit on my sandwich. “Nothing. I’m just happy about the grade I got.”
Nicole was silent for a moment.
“That’s true. Why do you think it’s different here?” she asked. “Did you have a boyfriend at your old school who was a distraction? Was it your home life? My parents fought constantly, so I totally get it.”
I paused for a moment. On the one hand, if this was Dina, I would have told her everything. Dina’s been my best friend for years, and we were as thick as thieves. But I didn’t know Nicole, not really, so I wasn’t ready to say anything about Thorn.
Instead, I laughed it off.
“No, no boyfriend back home,” was my reply. “And yeah, my home life sucks but I’ll deal. I guess it’s the fresh air here that helps me focus.”
Nicole looked skeptical.
“The fresh air?” she parroted slowly. “You really think it’s that?”
I shrugged again.
“I don’t know but it could be,” were my words. “My old city was pretty polluted, sometimes we had pollution days and people stayed home, believe it or not. They didn’t hold classes.”
Nicole’s brows beetled.
“Man it sounds like the apocalypse,” she said sympathetically. “I’m sorry to hear that, it sounds bad. But if you didn’t have a boyfriend, then did you date, Minnie?” she pressed. “You know, like going out with guys?”
The question caught me off guard. Nicole never pried so this was strange. And where was this line of questioning going?
“I dated some,” was my vague reply. “Why?”
She was silent for a moment, looking at me speculatively.
“Minnie, do you play for the other team?” were her slow words.
What? What did that mean? We weren’t talking about sports.
“What do you mean?” I asked, blinking and confused.
Nicole shrugged. “You’ve dated but you’ve never had a boyfriend. I’m just asking if you might play for the other team. Like girls. You know.”
My eyes widened and I shook my head. “No! It’s not like that, Nic. I just, the guys back at home are like, well, boys. They smell like pizza and acne cream and put too much gel on their hair.”
“They’re eighteen, Minnie,” Nicole pointed out. “Of course they have acne.”
I huffed. “I know. But they’re lame, you know what I mean? The type to keep record of how many girls they bang and tell the others about it when they’re at lacrosse practice or something.”
My friend laughed then.
“I get it. So you want a manly man, one who isn’t caught up in the dumb shit that frat brothers do,” she nodded in agreement. “Yeah, we’re all looking for that guy.”
I turned to her then.
“Why, have you found him?”
Nicole shrugged.
“You heard me. I’m still looking. I’m an eighteen year old girl with raging hormones, and shit, I don’t want to find my soulmate. Not just yet anyways. I want to bang at least a dozen guys before I stop.”
She had a point. You only have one life to live, and why not live it now? That only firmed my resolve to be with Thorn. He was my chance to lose my virginity to a real alpha male. I didn’t have to do it under the bleachers with a teen boy humping my pussy with a tiny dick. I could give in to a true Dom and let my senses flow where he led.
But then again, maybe I wasn’t thinking straight. Maybe Thorn had me under such a spell that everything was mixed up and muddled now. I shook my head, confused. When would life get easier? When would things become clear?
Abruptly, Nicole changed the conversation. I was used to this with her. The blonde flits from topic to topic, sometimes not even waiting to hear the answer before moving onto something new.
“You know I’m really excited for graduation,” my buddy began. “I mean, I’ve watched the graduation video of the previous seniors and wow, it was amazing. They really go all-out here. And plus, I do want my parents to be proud of me for actually achieving something. For once.”
I looked at Nicole. I’ve never really asked further about why she was here. And no one ever pressed me for that information about myself either, but I was curious.
“If you don’t mind, why are you here?” I asked, cocking my head. “I know you said something about stealing, but everyone steals candy from the store. It’s not that big of a deal.”
The blonde grinned.
“I was wondering when you’d ask me to elaborate,” she said. “It’s actually a pretty simple story. I was really angry with pent-up rage from being ignored. Because my parents own this big company back home and they’re always busy. They never had time for me. But my brother was perfect, you know amazing grades and attended an Ivy League college. And then there was me. I was a ‘force to be reckoned with,’ they used to say. They didn’t know how to handle me or talk to me. And I didn’t know how to communicate with them either. I wasn’t the daughter they wanted me to be, and so I did what I did.”
“I get it,” I gave her a reassuring nod, thinking about Pat. “Totally get it.”
She shrugged then, eyes far away.
“I started stealing. Just in convenience stores at first and then I realized I had a knack in getting people to do what I wanted them to. My charm worked amazingly well. That was how I ended up stealing an ambulance as the medic ate his lunch. It was bad. I took the keys from right under his nose and totaled the van about a block away.”
Shit. That did seem pretty extreme.
“So your parents sent you here after that? And you let them?” It was easy to imagine Nicole charming her way out of reform school.
My buddy shrugged. “They were upset with me. Told me they didn’t know what they should do with me. My brother told them about this school. He said Thorn was an alumnus from his university, some hotshot entrepreneur.”
I nodded.
“Yeah, this place has a decent rep, I’ve heard that too,” were my slow words. “Forest Hills can do wonders.”
Nicole smiled and nodded her head before speaking.
“You know how you meet with the headmaster on your first day here?” the girl asked.
I nodded slowly, my mind flashed back to the moment I first saw Thorn.
“Yeah, I remember.”
“Well, Headmaster Thorn put me through the wringer. We had it out about my parents and my life situation. I told him everything, how they were never home, how they adored my brother and ignored me every single time.” But then a coy smile made its way on her face. “And do you know what he said?”
Oh god, oh god. Please tell me Master Thorn handled it appropriately. I had to be his only sub. The thought that Nicole might be one as well, or that he had a bevy of young subs right here at Forest Hills made my blood go cold. So I simply shook my head.
“No, what did the Master day?”
Nicole smiled sassily again.
“He told me that I needed to prove my parents wrong. The reason why they were so focused on the business is because they wanted to give me and my brother a good life. He said that sometimes parents have no idea how to handle things because they’re just as human as we are. One of their goals is to give us the life they think we deserve and the only means we have when it comes to repaying them is to succeed.”
A smile made its way over my lips. It looked like mirth, but really, it was relief. Because my man hadn’t gotten handsy with her. He hadn’t said anything about spankings or discipline. He hadn’t offered private therapy sessions, unclothed and sensuous. Relief flooded my veins in a rush. Thank god. I was the only one.
But should I have felt this way? Should I have felt possessive? Because I had no rights to Thorn, not really. For all I knew, maybe he had a “special student” at every school. Maybe I was no one, just a toy for his pleasure this particular semester.
So I swallowed hard. I had to get myself in hand. There was no reason to get carried away. We weren’t in a “relationship,” after all. No, it was something different altogether.
And yet, I couldn’t help feeling the way I did. The alpha was charming, magnetic and possessive, one hundred percent male. And there were other things as well. How he’d addressed Nicole’s problems, like a caring guidance counselor. How he’d counseled her to be the best version of herself.
Maybe that’s why his reform school was a success. Because Thorn really did try to listen, no matter how difficult the situation.
“He’s good,” I agreed. “Real good.”
Nicole nodded.
“Yeah. The headmaster said that my parents may have had handled things wrong but if they didn’t really care about me, they would’ve left me to fend for myself which they didn’t.” Nicole’s smile widened on her pretty face. “It took me a while before I let his words sink in but eventually, that’s what made me care again. It’s why I’m so excited for graduation.”
And then my buddy started to tell me the things she wanted to do after graduation. I already had a pretty decent picture, since it was what she always talked about. My friend had a thing for fixing cars. The blonde didn’t look anything like a mechanic but she dreamed of opening a mechanic shop.
As my friend chattered away, my mind drifted back to Thorn on its own. The man really was something. I used to imagine headmasters as strict elderly men with thinning hair and a surly expression, probably an ex-Navy officer or someone who had serious military training. But Thorn wasn’t like that at all.
He was gorgeous, to say the least, with charcoal black hair and searing blue eyes that seemed to look straight into your soul. But it wasn’t just his physical attributes that had me hooked. It was the fact that he was compassionate and actually cared. Look at how he’d treated Nicole. Look at how he’d even tried to help me work through my issues.
So yes, I wanted to present him with my virginity. I wanted to lose it to a Master who could play me with his fingers, both body and soul. After all, how many guys like this do you meet in this lifetime? How many guys are there who are dominant yet giving, masterful yet sincere? Virginity is a big deal, and I wanted to be with the right man.
Him.
My Master.
My Dom.
I was his one hundred percent.
And I couldn’t wait. His reaction would be insane. Thorn would cuff me again before forcing me against the wall, naked and willing. I could see that hard dick already, long and thick, dripping at my entrance.
I squeezed my thighs deliciously together, shivering once more. Oh god, just the image of Thorn naked in my mind turned me on. I bit my lip, willing my mind to think of anything else my Master. Not here, not now in the lunchroom with other girls circling about.
“Minnie!” Nicole snapped, dissolving my daydreams. “Are you even listening to me?”
I stammered before answering.
“You were saying about your dream of opening a tire repair place after graduation and how Miss Darcy gives too much homework?”
It was easy to figure out what Nicole was saying. She had everything on repeat.
The girl nodded but still eyed me suspiciously.
“You think I haven’t noticed the fact that you always zone out, Minnie, but I do.”
I smiled sheepishly.
“I have a lot on my mind most of the time.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Seriously? You’re away from home, Minnie. I didn’t bring my problems to this place when I got here. Well, at first I did but then I had that talk with Headmaster Thorn and I dropped it. I focused on myself because that’s what’s important right now. You need to too.”
I nodded apologetically.
“I know, Nic. I know. It’s just that my story’s different from yours. I didn’t do anything wrong to land here. My dad just doesn’t want me.”
Nicole took my shoulders then, looking straight into my eyes.
“They all have their reasons. Your dad, my parents, the world. At least, that’s what the headmaster says,” she parroted. “Don’t take it personal.”
“I know,” was my quiet reply. “I know.”
Suddenly, my buddy cocked her head, looking me up and down strangely.
“Wait a minute,” she drawled. “Stand up.”
I furrowed my eyebrows but stood. Why was there spaghetti sauce on my jumpsuit? Had I spilled something and not realized it?
The blonde looked at me up and down, squinting, and motioned for me to spin with her fingers. I did that too.
“What is it? What’s wrong?”
Her lips pursed.
“Where’d you get that jumpsuit?”
My heartbeat slowed, almost stopping. My breathing turned shallow and I didn’t know how to respond.
“What?” I parried. “What do you mean?”
“Your jumpsuit,” Nicole repeated, eyeing my outfit. It was the same gray regulation cloth that every girl wore. But there was something different, and Nicole had caught on. “Yours looks new. Where’d you get it?”
She was right. Thorn had slashed the ones I’d been issued, and replaced them with new ones right out of the box. So my jumpsuit was still sharp and rich with color, while most others had already faded to a worn pale grey.
Oh shit, oh shit.
What should I say?
My mind raced and I fibbed.
“I got it from the laundry,” were my quick words. “Fresh from the iron.”
Nicole didn’t look like she bought it.
“How many weeks have you been here again?” she asked slowly.
“Almost a month,” I answered, unsure of where she was heading with the conversation.
Her eyebrows furrowed.
“We’re only issued three uniforms when we arrive. At least that’s all I got. And that’s why it’s almost impossible to make our clothes look fresh and clean, because we have to re-wear between washes. But yours…yours looks new, Minnie.”
“I just had mine laundered,” I repeated quickly, praying to the gods that she would buy my lie. “Picked it up this morning.”
Oh god, oh god. Because Nicole’s observation was correct. Thorn’s habit of slicing my jumpsuit off meant that I could never wear the ugly uniform again. So he gave me two new ones to make up for the two destroyed ones. And Nicole was spot-on. The one he hadn’t ruined yet already looked old and well-worn, while the two he’d given me recently looked brand new.
Oh shit.
Caught in the act.
But what could I say?
So I repeated the lie again.
“Really, Nicole, I just got it from the laundry.”
“What detergent do you use then?” she pressed, still staring at my uniform as I sat down. “Because I want my uniform to look that new. I mean, seriously, what’s your secret? I hate this thing as is,” she said, picking at the ugly gray fabric. “Anything to make it better.”
I tried to pass it off.
“No secret. I use the same detergent as you and the others. I have no clue why it looks like this, Nic. This is just the one I picked up from laundry this morning,” I fibbed again, hoping that she’d just drop the subject.
Nicole looked like she was going to protest again, mouth opening as she eyed the uniform suspiciously once more. My heart stopped. Please, no more questions. I wasn’t sure what I could say at this point.
But thankfully, the girl shrugged and finally accepted my answer, going back to chatter about cars and owning her own body shop.
Relieved, I let out the breath I didn’t even know I’d been holding. My secret was safe. Nicole hadn’t figured it out, thank goodness.
But even this close brush with danger didn’t turn me off. It should have. It should have put me on red alert. Because Thorn and I thought we were being so discreet, but Nicole had already gotten a whiff of misbehavior. If she could catch it, then so could someone else.
But this wasn’t the time to stop because tonight was the night. I was going to become a woman at the hand of my Master, inducted into the ways of the goddess. I was to walk a new path, my guide a domineering, unstoppable alpha male. And oh god … but it was going to be delicious.