Chapter 1
You had always been a defiant student, constantly questioning authority and resisting any attempts to control you. You valued your independence and freedom above all else. But something inside you vanished when you first saw him. Your dignity, perhaps? All you knew was that you were never the same after.
He was tall. Too tall. He had sandy brown hair peppered with grey. His soft, gentle eyes were framed by laugh lines, and his smile was warm and inviting. His calm and collected demeanour was a stark contrast to your fiery nature. He looked too kind, which made you think something fierce and untamed was lurking beneath his soft exterior. Maybe this explained the chokehold this man had on you. It didn't really matter anymore. It didn't matter why or how or when. He broke you without even trying.
You hung on his every word, completely captivated by the way he spoke, the way he moved, the way his eyes would occasionally glance in your direction. You longed to feel his touch, to be held by him, to be completely at his mercy.
Your obsession with him was like a storm brewing within you, threatening to consume you entirely. The more you tried to suppress your feelings, the more intense and twisted they became.
"Your grip on your wand is too tight. Relax," he had murmured in your ear, the warmth of his breath lingering on your neck.
It was then that something inside of you snapped. As he stood behind you, whispering instructions in your ear, his firm yet gentle touch on your hand as he guided your hold on your wand, you melted. He had you. You could smell him, the faint scent of old books and sandalwood. It was intoxicating. You wanted more. You needed more. You craved more.
You wanted to lose yourself in him, to forget who you were. You didn't want to make decisions anymore. You'd let him take over. You'd let him decide what you eat, wear, do, think. You'd let him decide when you sleep. Fuck, you'd let him decide when you breathe.
You wanted him to hurt you, to break you, to bend you to his will. You wanted his hand to be wrapped around your throat, his thumb pressed against your heartbeat. You wanted him to have you, to take you, to drown you in his scent. You wanted him to make you kneel at his feet, his fingers tightly laced in your hair. You wanted him to make you look up at him, to make you beg for even the slightest touch, to make you gag around him. You wanted your throat to be sore from him using you. You wanted him to bend you over his desk, to fuck you until you couldn't walk anymore. No limits. No safeword. Just him and your submission.
Pathetic. That's what you were. But you didn't care anymore because you just wanted to let go, to give yourself. You wanted to be his. You wanted to have his marks on you, on your hips, on your neck, on your chest. You wanted his essence to fill you. You wanted him to own you in every way possible. But even then, it wouldn't be enough. It would never be enough.