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Sienna felt her cheeks burn with shame. Yes, it was cringy and humiliating, but it had worked for Scarlett. If begging was the only card she had to play, she was willing to give it a shot. It wasn’t as if she had any dignity left to covet at this point. He would probably tell people, but she couldn't care about that right now—it was a bridge she would cross in the future if it came to it.

"What?" he asked, one brow raised. "Are you for real?"

Sienna nodded without looking up, feeling her hair tickle her face. She tucked it behind her ear, glancing up at him to read his reaction.

"Well, you're welcome to try it," he said, looking amused.

She didn't feel hopeful. Something about his expression, the cruel curl of his lip, suggested he was making fun of her. Still… any hope was better than no hope at all. As she explored his face, she knew there was no way she could go on without him. He was just too perfect. Life would be devoid of meaning if she couldn't make him her own. The life she had loved up until this point now looked drab and pointless—devoid of all colour and joy. Any life without Adrian by her side was simply a waste of time.

Obviously, Sienna had never begged anyone for anything or anyone in her entire life. There had never been any call to plead for anything because most of the things she wanted would fall into her lap without much effort on her part. She knew how to beg only because people had come begging to her in the past—Scarlett included. That, and she'd seen it enough in films and shows.

"Please will you give me another chance?" she asked, knitting her fingers together.

"Aww." He tutted with a disappointed sneer. "Do you really call that begging?"

Swallowing back her pride, Sienna fell to her knees.

"Please?" She asked, looking up at him with her biggest puppy-dog eyes. "I beg of you."

"Why?" he asked, shrugging his shoulders.

"I don't know, I just... I can't get you out of my head. I feel like... I need you. Like if I don't get to be with you, I'll wither and die," she said, trying her best to articulate the swirling mass of emotions and feelings clouding her brain like a thunderstorm.

"Just... will you please... please give me another chance. I can change. I WILL change. I know my personally sucks. I'm not stupid. Please. I'll be whoever you want me to be," she said. “I’ll change.”

Adrian took a deep breath as he stared down at her, resting his chin on his fist.

"I don't want a girlfriend," he said after a torturously long pause.

Sienna felt every ounce of positivity leak out of her and drain away. The world turned grey and cold, and her head started clouded over, leaving her with the most painful numb feeling. The pain wasn't like one of her headaches. It was so much worse—untreatable with an analgesic and icepack.

"What I want is somebody to sub for me," he added.

'Sub?' Sienna frowned.

"Subscribe?" she asked, unsure what he meant.

"No." He shook his head and laughed. "I mean a submissive. Someone who will basically be my slave."

"I'll be your slave!" Sienna blurted far too quickly and with way too much enthusiasm, making him recoil.

"Really?" he asked, tilting his head as though considering it. "Are you sure you want to do that? I might not always be kind and considerate to your feelings, you get that right? You won't be my girlfriend. You will be a tool I use to please myself."

Sienna nodded without giving his warning any thought. The sliver of hope brightened her senses, giving life back to her world.

"I'll do anything you want," she said. Her chest filled with hope as a flurry of butterflies swarmed her insides. Being his slave was almost better than being his girlfriend... maybe. It would certainly be intimate.

"Okay, while you're already down on your knees I'll give you a little test to see if you're genuine or just... a time-waster," he said, curling his lip at the thought that someone would dare to waste his time.

'He's going to make me give him head in the classroom,' Sienna thought, becoming instantly aroused.

A smile spread across her face but began to falter when he didn't undo his trousers, but instead slipped off his boot.

"I want you to suck on my big toe," he said. His face suppressed a smile, so at first, she figured he was joking.

"Your… toe?" Sienna frowned.

'Why not your dick?' she wondered. ‘He can't be for real. This is too weird.’

He pulled off his sock and tucked it into her top, brushing his hand against her breasts before dangling his foot in her face.

'So he is serious,' Sienna thought. She hesitated for just a second, worried someone might walk in. It was one thing to be caught giving head, but this? She would cop some stick if anyone saw this display.

"Fine, if you can’t even complete one lousy task—" he started to say.

In a blind panic, she grabbed his foot and started to lick his toes, looking up at him with wide eyes. She tucked her hair behind her ear as she bent over, sucking and kissing on his big toe as if it was his dick.

"Keep looking at me," he ordered.

She'd once read a magazine article about giving head that stated the guy liked to maintain eye contact. After giving head a few times, she had learned this was a lie. One guy had told her off, saying it put him off because he didn't want her to see his O-face.

As she looked up at Adrian she finally understood. The looking in his eyes thing was about power. He had the power over her, and he wanted to not only humiliate her but to see the expression on her face as she served him.

The salty taste of sweat filled her mouth, causing her to salivate. It wasn't the most pleasant experience of her life, but it wasn’t exactly bad either. The dreamy smile on his face made it worth the effort. She was thinking about sucking something else, and the look on his face suggested he knew it.

When he'd had enough, he wiped the saliva from his foot onto her face. Her initial reaction was to shout, "What the hell?"

She managed to bite her tongue, wiping her face on her shoulder.

"Put my sock and boot back on," he said.

'Surely that's easier to do yourself,' she thought but obliged with a smile.

It was more difficult to put a sock on someone else. She'd learned that having a little brother, though he wriggled like a bag of snakes whenever she had to dress him.

She grunted with effort as she forced the black, lace-up boot back over his foot, making him laugh.

"Good girl," he said and patted her on the head.

As he got up to leave the classroom, he turned back to her. "Some ground rules. You come to me only when I beckon or message you. I don't need you following me around like a lost sheep. And you do exactly as I say, got it?"

Sienna nodded.

She didn't like the idea of only having contact with him at his bequest, but it was better than having no contact at all. Not being in charge of the situation was going to be hard for her. That, or it would feel like a refreshing change of pace. Hopefully the latter.

When Adrian turned to her with an expectant look, she shook her head and added, "Erm, yes, got it."

He continued to stare; eyebrows raised in question.

"Erm, yes, Sir?" she muttered.

He smiled and nodded. "Sir... I like that."