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“So, Frankie,” Nate stroked me. “Big dance on Saturday. We're going.”
I didn't want to go to the dance at all. It really wasn't my thing. But Nate said we were, and that meant we were. I just nodded silently. I couldn't really say much; I was in too much pain. Nate didn't care that I was still sore from this morning. I had to tell him about talking to Mikey in the bathroom. He got mad at me. Him hurting me was just my punishment for not respecting him well enough, I guess. “Speak to me, baby.”
“That... that sounds great,” I managed.
“Good boy,” He kissed my head. “I love you.”
“I-I love you too,” I smiled weakly.
“Let's go to sleep now, yeah?” He wrapped his arms around my waist and turned me roughly so my back was against his chest. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, baby,” I replied, before passing out, exhausted, in his arms.
When I woke up, Nate wasn't there. The covers had been thrown off the bed and I was still naked. I felt horribly exposed and felt a blush creep over my face. Scrabbling desperately all over the floor, I found my boxers and my jeans and pulled them on quickly. I made my way downstairs and found Nate in the kitchen. “Hey, baby,” He said as I walked into the room.
“Hi, beautiful,” I replied, smiling.
“So. What're we going to do today?” He asked, putting his arms around me.
“What d'you mean? We have school today...” I said, glancing at the clock. It was eleven thirty. “Oh! We're so late...”
“We're not going in,” He told me shortly.
“Nate, we can't skip...” I said.
“Who the fuck do you think you are to tell me what I can and can't do?” He scoffed, slapping me across the face. “Stupid little bitch.”
“Sorry,” I said, sheepishly.
“Whatever,” He sat in a chair and pulled me down on top of him. I was still sore from last night so it hurt like a bitch but I didn't complain. “So I'll ask again. What are we doing today? We could go out someplace... or we could just stay here and fuck.”
“Er...” I swallowed. “It's up to you.” I already knew what he was going to pick – it didn't take a genius to work it out.
“Excellent. Well, let's go back to bed then, shall we?” He winked at me, and I wanted to be sick.
I didn't want to go to the dance at all. It really wasn't my thing. But Nate said we were, and that meant we were. I just nodded silently. I couldn't really say much; I was in too much pain. Nate didn't care that I was still sore from this morning. I had to tell him about talking to Mikey in the bathroom. He got mad at me. Him hurting me was just my punishment for not respecting him well enough, I guess. “Speak to me, baby.”
“That... that sounds great,” I managed.
“Good boy,” He kissed my head. “I love you.”
“I-I love you too,” I smiled weakly.
“Let's go to sleep now, yeah?” He wrapped his arms around my waist and turned me roughly so my back was against his chest. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, baby,” I replied, before passing out, exhausted, in his arms.
When I woke up, Nate wasn't there. The covers had been thrown off the bed and I was still naked. I felt horribly exposed and felt a blush creep over my face. Scrabbling desperately all over the floor, I found my boxers and my jeans and pulled them on quickly. I made my way downstairs and found Nate in the kitchen. “Hey, baby,” He said as I walked into the room.
“Hi, beautiful,” I replied, smiling.
“So. What're we going to do today?” He asked, putting his arms around me.
“What d'you mean? We have school today...” I said, glancing at the clock. It was eleven thirty. “Oh! We're so late...”
“We're not going in,” He told me shortly.
“Nate, we can't skip...” I said.
“Who the fuck do you think you are to tell me what I can and can't do?” He scoffed, slapping me across the face. “Stupid little bitch.”
“Sorry,” I said, sheepishly.
“Whatever,” He sat in a chair and pulled me down on top of him. I was still sore from last night so it hurt like a bitch but I didn't complain. “So I'll ask again. What are we doing today? We could go out someplace... or we could just stay here and fuck.”
“Er...” I swallowed. “It's up to you.” I already knew what he was going to pick – it didn't take a genius to work it out.
“Excellent. Well, let's go back to bed then, shall we?” He winked at me, and I wanted to be sick.
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