Chapter 2
Emily was furious. She stormed through the library, the skirt she’d begrudgingly put on that morning bustling through her thighs as she walked.
After signing the contract for the club, she’d been forced to carry it with her in a folder to each of her classes. She’d gotten out of her criminology lecture early this particular day and decided to peek through the pages she hadn’t fully read.
Selene had edited the bottom of her contract, she was sure of it. She’d gone to lengths no one in the club previously had to prove she was on top, that she was in control. And if Emily had anything to say about it, that would change.
But that was the point. Maybe she didn’t have a say; the paper she’d signed proved that. Emily shuddered at the thought.
The ambassador’s daughter pushed past the building’s security and threw open the club president’s apartment door. “What the hell is this?”
Selene spun on her barstool, her brow arching. “Excuse me?”
The sophomore shoved the contract in her girlfriend’s face.
“Watch it,” Selene warned.
“You own me?” Emily hissed, throwing her bag onto the floor. “No one fucking owns me.”
A grin spread over her face, watching Emily’s chest heavy as she tried to steady her breathing. “I do.” She stood from her seat and fingered the collar around Emily’s neck. “You’re wearing this, aren’t you?” Glancing down to the skirt she’d told her to wear that morning, Selene chuckled. She absolutely owned her.
The ambassador’s daughter almost faltered, but she stood her ground, her eyes hardening. “I am not a dog,” she growled, shoving Selene’s hand away.
Selene reached up and gripped Emily’s hair, taking pride in the gasp she was rewarded with. “You’re a pet.” She stepped forward, invading the brunette’s space. “You’re my pet.”
“I’m not a person under this contract.” Emily’s eyes were dark. “You never decided to mention that? What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“What’s wrong with me?” Selene shoved Emily back and watched her stumble, taking pleasure in it before she followed. “You’re the one who didn’t read your whole agreement.”
Emily almost laughed. “I could barely sign my own name when you gave that to me because you’d just fucked me stupid in the library bathroom. This is not my fault.”
The senior sighed. “No,” she agreed, a finger to Emily’s shoulder. “It’s not your fault.” She pressed down gently, biting back her grin as Emily gently fell to her knees. No matter how angry she was, the younger girl would submit to her, and Selene knew that. “It’s not your fault that you want me, that you want to be dominated by me.”
“I-“
Selene gripped at her girlfriend’s throat, immediately cutting off her sentence. “It’s not your fault at all,” she hissed, “because nothing ever is.”
Her teeth grazed her bottom lip. “I didn’t say that.” Emily’s breath caught when Selene yanked her forward by her collar.
“Your mommy and daddy are at fault for a lot too, hmm?” She knelt before her girlfriend and unbuttoned her shirt, her eyes never leaving Emily’s. “For not hugging you enough, for not loving you enough.” The shirt was thrown toward the bed. “Or those old boyfriends? For everything they did to you, and you didn’t have the courage to tell them not to. That’s their fault.” She shed Emily of her skirt, tearing at the buttons.
The younger girl felt her eyes sting as Selene spoke to her. She let other girl help her stand, her knees buckling when Selene stepped closer. She faltered, moving back.
Stepping away for a moment, the senior picked up a glossy red tube of lipstick from her nightstand. Uncapping it, she slid the stick to the top, staring down at the dark blood color of the dye. “So what is your fault, Emily?” Her eyes darted back over to her girlfriend as she made her way back to the bed, her hips swinging. She waited until Emily sat before gripping her chin, painting the lipstick across those already dark lips. “What could ever be your fault, pretty girl?”
Emily knew not to move her gaze as Selene admired her work. She gripped the bedspread, holding back any noise when the older girl’s thumb purposely smudged the lipstick to her cheek, letting it stain her skin. Selene kept her thumb there longer than she needed, almost daring the sophomore to bite her; disobey her.
“You want this. Admit it or not, I don’t care.” Selene pulled a riding crop out from under the bed, smirking when the sophomore’s eyes went straight to it. “You thought it over and you decided to join the club. You could quit,” she shrugged, knowing it was something the other girl would never do, “show everyone that you just couldn’t take it.”
I can take it, she wanted to say. But she wasn’t so sure.
“But for now, you are mine,” the senior sneered, rounding the bed and tugging Emily to the headboard by her collar along with her. “And I will take from you what I please.”
Emily’s chest heaved as her heartbeat picked up, her breasts almost falling out of the cups of her bra. “You can only take what I give you.”
Selene gripped the younger girl by her hair and shoved her forward, watching her fall against the bed. “And you will give me everything,” she said darkly. Grabbing the cuffs from her drawer, Selene shackled the ambassador’s daughter to the headboard before she could protest.
The sophomore started to panic, her shoes pressing against the bed as she tried to push herself up. “Selene-“
“You disobeyed me,” she interrupted, pushing a hand to Emily’s back until she was pressed back into the mattress.
“I didn’t-“
A fast flick of the crop to the skin just above where her panties clung to her hips cut Emily off, a scream erupting from her throat.
Selene toyed with the end of the crop, her nails scratching into the leather. “Say thank you.”
Emily did her best to dig the toes of her shoes into the mattress, give herself some kind of leverage.
“Try that again,” the senior warned, leaning over the younger girl, “and I can punish you in a worse way.” She moved Emily’s panties to the side and pressed a nail into the skin of her asshole.
“Don’t,” Emily rushed out, moving her hips down into the mattress as she tried to escape Selene’s hand. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Just don’t.” She silently thanked the older girl for cuffing her face down – she was afraid to see the look the brunette must be staring down to her with. Those eyes could silence her with one look.
Selene, however, only pressed her finger further in. “Say it,” she demanded.
The younger girl’s eyes watered. “Thank you, mistress.”
Removing her hand, Selene watched Emily’s body relax. “When I punish you, you will count each and every strike out loud.” She heard the ambassador’s daughter blow out a breath. Steadying herself, Selene assumed. She laughed. “You will repeat your thanks to me until I think you’re through.”
All she could do was nod her head.
“You’ll learn, in time, that pleasure can come from pain.” She brought the crop down against her girlfriend’s alabaster skin once more, her eyes darkening as Emily bucked off the bed. “You may even beg for a caning in the future.” Leaning over the younger girl, Selene brushed her nose into the other girl’s hair. “And you will crave me,” she promised, her nails finding the flesh of Emily’s ass and clenching until it bled.
Emily bit so hard into her bottom lip to stop from screaming that it bled. Her tears began falling freely. “Yes mistress.”