Chapter 9

**Alyssia**

While sitting in front of my easel, I can’t help but shiver each time Mr. Hendricks would casually walk by his hand gently grazing my back as he touched me, my body on pins and needles as I tried not to react to his touch, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing that I was uncomfortable with him at the moment.

Glancing towards the clock I notice it read 11:15 am which meant in less than 15 minutes this class would be over and I’d be free to get away from him before he followed through with his words, not wanting to be near him anytime soon as I would not be whoring myself out to anyone here just to get a passing grade, for if I couldn’t earn the grade the normal way then I was definitely not doing it the easy way either.

Feeling a presence behind me I fight the urge to look back over my shoulder, Mr. Hendricks hand now resting on my shoulder as he moves to stand behind me, his eyes looking over Art piece as he moves to whisper softly.

“Stay after class” was all I heard him say before moving to walk away, my body shaking at the thought of being alone with him.

*NO*, I screamed mentally not wanting to stay after class but knew if I didn’t he’d most likely tell the Dean who would then tell my parents which makes me hang my head in compliance, knowing I was now stuck between a rock and hard place and neither of them sounded good to me either.

Feeling tense again I move to hold my breath once more until finally the bell rings, allowing us to leave as I move to collect my things wanting to be the first one out only to be stopped by Kyle. “Alyssia a moment” calls Mr. Hendricks, a groan rising as I ever slowly make my way back over to him.

*Why can’t he pick on someone else, oh wait cause I’m the only one failing*, I groan wishing I could have a redo in life and just ignored Brian when I had the chance, but no, he had become such a smooth talker over the course of getting to know one another that I failed to see all the red flags once we had gone past the stage of being just friends.

One in which he would attempt to pawn me off on his friends whenever he could, always telling me that it was okay and that many woman did this to please their men, but of course I wasn’t one of those woman and I did not take kindly to being shared among other people, no I was a one man type of gal and Brian apparently didn’t care.

Another red flag that should have been a dead give away were my grades, as my Sophomore year the year my grades began to slip, thankfully I was able to pull in the grades to pass but only slightly, this year I was all but failing my grades and a lot of it contributed to Brian as he had begun to get more demanding, more physical with me always telling me that I needed to focus more on him then my grades so when I started doing as I was told I hadn’t realized I had slipped so far into almost being expelled from the classes.

*Being a submissive sucks*, I scold myself, hating the fact that I was, for at this College, you had your Dominates and your Submissives and those who submitted were always easy prey as the the Doms always took you for granted and that was what Brian enjoyed doing the most, for he knew as long as I was submissive and did everything he said, then he knew he could control me.

*Just like my parents*, I remind myself, as both of my parents were very Dominate in the relationship which seemed to work in their favor as they enjoyed hurting those weaker than them like me so when they had me and learnt over time that I would not grow up to be a Dominate woman like them, they took it as their chance to control me for their needs.

Now lost in thought I fail to realize I’m now the last student in the classroom until Mr. Hendricks moves to approach me yet again, the same way he had this morning when I entered as he moved to cup my cheek directing my focus over to him.

“Mmm, there you are pretty girl, where did you wander off too” purrs Kyle, his eyes boring into mine as he tries to look into my very soul. Shivering I move to pull away, attempting to ignore him as much as I could, the need to get away growing until he finally grabs me, startling me as he did as he moves to pull me into his arms.

“Why must you be so difficult, submit already” growls Kyle his lips against my ear as I try to get away.

“Because I don’t want to” I all but whimper out hoping he would just let me go, the need to get away building as Annabel would be waiting for me back over at my locker.

“Don’t want to? I’m afraid you have no choice there little girl, all submissive students must submit to the one higher than them in which comes me as I’m a Dom and you, a scared little submissive, now submit and do as your told” orders Kyle as he moves to pull me towards his office, my eyes widening at knowing what he was planning to do to me if I didn’t somehow manage to get away.

Suddenly as if the gods had heard my plea, I finally hear the voice of Annabel as she moves to stand in the doorway of the classroom, “Alyissa are you coming? It’s lunch time, and I’m starved” whines Annabel, her eyes locked within mine as Kyle moves to let me go, a soft huff being heard as he’s forced to let me go, not wanting to be caught by another student, especially one who wasn’t one of his.

“Coming” I call back to her, moving to run away from him as I move to grab my backpack deciding to leave my Art project behind as I hurry over to Annabel, not wanting to stay in that room any longer than I had too, his words echoing inside my mind as I’m reminded just how weak I was to those stronger than me.

Glancing once more to Mr. Hendricks who’s eyes all but watch mine, I mentally prepare myself for what’s to come moving forward as today was definitely not going the way I had wanted it to. *Correction was going*, I remind myself as I remember how this morning totally made my day when I got to see him once more.

“So, care to tell me what that was all about?” asks Annabel softly, not wanting Mr. Hendricks to here us as we walked from the room, having seen what he was doing to me and knew she had to step in to help me.

“Long story… come on, lets go get lunch and then blow this popsicle joint” I whisper back to her as I no longer felt like attending any more of my classes, this morning already draining between seeing my daddy to Mr. Hendricks and last but not least Brian.