Chapter 14
The Scorn
Killian
Age fifteen
“Hi Killian,” Jenna says, walking down the hall with a spring to her step on our lunch break, hugging a stack of books.
“Stop fucking looking at me like that,” I tell her as she all but beams at me. “It’s pathetic.” I’m not someone she should smile at. I’m always mean to her, yet she keeps smiling and acting like we’re friends.
“I’m sorry,” she says, face falling, eyes dropping to the ground.
Like I said, pathetic.
Just as I pass her, she glances up at me, and that hurt expression lodged in her eyes makes her look like a fucking puppy.
I look after her as she disappears into the classroom.
Maybe I should put a fucking leash on her and make her crawl around on the floor.
My cock stirs at the thought of humiliating her like that.
She could be the puppy I always wanted as a kid, although a different kind.
She’d be sitting there on her knees, looking up at me like I was her God, her tongue hanging from her mouth, eager to suck my cock and taste my cum.
Then I would come all over her face instead.
Maybe that would wipe the ridiculous smile off her face.
It doesn’t seem like a bad idea as the idea unfurls. Jenna needs to learn her place. Beneath me. She hasn’t won a single one of the many piano competitions she has entered. She has plenty of silver and bronze trophies, but the golden ones are all mine.
I wonder what would happen if I crowded Jenna in the ladies’ room and put a collar and leash on her. Would she scream? Struggle when I pushed her to her knees?
Nah, Jenna would bare her throat and willingly let me collar her if I told her to do so. Always such a pleaser. A na?ve, little girl. I’d love to drag her through the halls on a leash so everyone can see how pathetic she is.
I chuckle to myself. One day, I’m going to teach pathetic little Jenna where she belongs. I can’t wait.