The whole ride back to his house was sat through in comfortable silence. He would sometimes move his free hand to grab at my thigh and I did not protest one bit. We listened to Chase Atlantic most of the way but my mind hasn't stopped racing.

What is he planning on doing when we get there? Are we really gonna hook up or is he just gonna lead me on like he has been doing for ages now.

I don't want to get my hopes up, and I also don't know if I should perhaps tease him this time around and not let him get what he wants that easily. But alas, fighting of my urges is harder than it seems.

Because he was definitely right when he said I wanted this, badly.

Even though I would never mutter those words out loud.

I tried to make conversation by asking him if any schools had offered him any scholarships but he had just shut me down saying he doesn't want to tell anyone till he makes a final decision.

I guess he got a lot more offers than I did. Which doesn't make any sense since I am clearly better than him.

So we finally arrived at his house after what felt like the longest car ride ever.

He shifted the car to park and shut off the engine, I sat there waiting for him to get out of the car but he didn't.

"So you're not gonna open the car door for me? Wow such a gentleman" I say with sarcastic undertones and go to get out of the car myself. He stops me by a firm hold on my wrist.

When I turn to look at him I have never seen this expression on his face before, he looks determined and his eyes show off nothing but want and lust towards me. I gulp nervously, trying to hid it on any of my facial features that I am currently extremely nervous for what's about to come.

"What?" I ask nervously with a quiet laugh, the silence is killing me and is just making me even more flustered without anything going on.

"Are you sure you want this?" he asks softly, his eyes checking out every single part of me shamelessly.

"Well yeah hurry up before I change my mind" I roll my eyes, trying to maintain a fake calm demeanor, while the inside of me feels like it is gonna burst.

He chuckles lowly at my antics, clearly reading right through me.

He pulls me in closer and I can feel his hot breath on the side on my neck. With his free hand he tilts my head up to his liking.

"I'll have you screaming my name Davidson" he warns in a whisper near the side of my ear, and starts leaving small kisses on my neck, awaiting my reply.

"Yeah right" I say through a shakily breath, trying to keep my act up but the feel of his soft lips on my neck and his small nibbles are making it so hard to not give in already.

"It'll ruin you George, you'll never be able to find pleasure as good as this." He finally lets go of my wrist and my hand instantly flies up to thread through his hair, he places his hand on my thigh, squeezing softly. "It'll ruin you to the point you keep coming back for more" he continues, I want him so badly to just take me right here right now.

"Then prove it, cause all I hear right now is a lot of faulty promises" I fight back, hiding my eagerness to get on with it by coaxing him to do something already.

He laughs and pulls away from my neck, facing me and pulling my face so closely that I can practically see every freckle on his face.

He gives me that same smirk I am so familiar with, "easy princess, your keenness is showing"

Before I can come up with some snappy response he is already pulling away and getting out of the car. I sit there in pure shock, feeling my cheeks become hotter every second I let his words linger.

I continue to sit there deep in thought without even realizing he had come over to my side and opened the door for me. "Well?" he coaxes extending me a hand, clearly amused with my already flustered state. I shake off my feelings and push past his hand, getting out of the car on my own and walking towards the door.

I hear him close the door behind me and under his breath he says something along the lines of 'this will be fun'. I try not to react, knowing that the comment was not for my ears and probably him just speaking out loud.

I wait patiently at the door while he unlocks it.

"After you" he gestures for me to walk in first. I flash him a quick smile and walk in but my expression quickly changes once I feel a firm slap on my ass. I let out a gasp and turn around to face him. "What the fuck" I say breathily.

All I receive in return is that dumb smirk I want to wipe off his face so badly. He closes the door behind him and starts getting closer to me, I instinctively back up until I feel myself hit a wall and I curse myself for letting me get cornered into the wall by him. He continues to slowly approach me and his arm slithers around my waist. Once again I hate the fact that I have to look up at him, it makes me feel inferior.

I feel his other hand move under my chin and he tilts my head up with his thumb. "I've been waiting so long for this" he says under his breath, sucking in his bottom lip. "Tell me George, ever since that kiss I've been the only thing on your mind, haven't I?" he asks holding intense eye contact, his confidence radiating off of him. I struggle to maintain the eye contact and my eyes flicker to look at his chest which is in my eyeline.

He tilts my head up even more so the feeling of me eyeing his chest becomes uncomfortable. "Look at me" he says in a demanding tone.

My eyes slowly lift to his and I give him a disinterested look, like I would rather be anywhere else than in this situation but in reality I have been daydreaming about this scenario for weeks.

"Good, now answer my question"

"No"

"No?" He asks cocking his eyebrow.

"That's the answer, no" I state, unbothered.

He chuckles lowly, "Still so bratty, even now when I have you like this" He leans lower and he returns to the position we were in in the car, his breath on my neck making my breath hitch, and I can not stop myself from squirming underneath him, waiting for him to finally do something. "I can tell you're lying because you tried so desperately to get me jealous back at the bar" he goes back to attacking my neck and my mouth opens in an 'o' shape. I can feel him sucking down on different spots, searching for my sweet spot. My hand wraps around his bicep, squeezing harshly anytime he sucks down.

When he finds that certain spot I bite down on my bottom lip, trying to conceal any noises coming out of me, not wanting him to have the satisfaction of hearing them. I can feel him smirk against my neck, knowing he had found it because I tensed up under him on instinct.

My other hand travels down his broad chest until I reach the hem of his pants. As I am about to dip my hand underneath his pants, I feel a strong grip around my wrist pulling both of my hands up above my head, rendering me useless.

He backs up from my neck and gives me a look that screams with desire. "Not so fast George, you listen to me tonight, got it" he questions but it sounds more like a statement then anything. I feel a tightness develop in my pants and I rub my legs together trying to feel any sort of friction. I remain silent, knowing that I so badly want to submit to him but I don't want Clay out of all people to see me in that way.

"Look at you, bucking your hips up into nothing but air. Pathetic" he mocks, keeping my hands above my head against the wall. I want to drop to my knees in front of him, but I can't even move in this position.

"Hurry up and do something, I'm bored" I spit back shakily, annoyed but secretly just trying to get some friction after this constant taunting.

Suddenly with his other hand, I feel a sharp pain across my face. He slaps me but not too hard that it will leave a mark, but just for it to sting and for him to prove he can. I feel my stomach pool with lust at the action.

He's so strong, he can take me so easily. I haven't felt pleasure from anyone else ever, so the thought of it being Clay out of all people is turning me on so much.

"If you want to finish tonight I suggest you drop the attitude sweetheart" he warns through grit teeth. That would be the absolute last thing I want to happen so I find myself nodding pliantly.

This causes him to smirk proudly at what he had accomplished, "good boy" he praises, causing me to let out an involuntary whimper.

And with that he closes the distance between us, I feel his lips against mine working desperately like he wants this just as badly as I do. I try to free my hands from his grasp, wanting to touch him but ultimately loosing the battle. He swipes his tongue on my bottom lip, presumably asking for entrance but I deny it anyway. This causes him to lift his knee up, hitting the untouched bulge in my pants, causing me to gasp and letting him successfully stick his tongue down my throat.

I have never made out with someone this good, perhaps it was the built up tension between us that has made me believe this is so much better than any other kiss I have had, but nonetheless I never want it to stop.

We make out for what feels like forever but also not enough, and I start to become impatient.

I sense he feels the same way as me because he finally lets my arms free and motions for me to jump, slithering his hands on my ass.

I jump into his firm hold and we continue kissing as he effortlessly carries me up the stairs into his bedroom. He kicks his door closed with the heel of his foot and throws me onto his bed without warning.

In an instant he was on me, working at my neck once again like he had in the hallway. "How was your day George?" He asks with false innocence, like he isn't about to fuck me.

I speak back but my breath hitches mid sentence due to his teeth sinking into my skin, "you- you were with me all day idiot" I manage to get out.

This seems to rile him up, so a firm hand wraps around my neck making me gasp. He pulls away from my neck to lock eyes with me. I feel his free hand travel down my chest to my pants, running a finger across the hem of my boxers tauntingly. I gasp when he applies more pressure on my neck. "I thought I told you to drop the attitude" he says in a low gravely voice which I hate to say is turning me on. "Last warning before I make sure you don't finish tonight, got it?" The warning sends my mind hazy and I find myself compliantly nodding my head once again, trying to hold on to any last dignity I have left but wanting so bad to succumb to his ask. "Now" he continues and his hand dips into my boxers, squeezing at my hardened length. A gasp leaves my lips as I bit down harshly on my bottom lip. "I want you to tell me about your day, and if you lie or leave anything out I'll stop, let's see how good of a listener you are" he coos gently. He starts at a slow pace, his huge hands around me is such an addictive feeling that I never want to stop so I find myself doing what he asked.

"Okay so um, today yeah today was a good, fuck... Day. Um Clay its hard to concentrate" I mumble out, my mind not being able to string a sentence together, to focused on the task going on in my hands. I feel his hand leave my pants, "alright, I'll just leave you here then"

I find myself protesting immediately, "No! No, I'll try I'll try again" I look at him through half lidded eyes, my last bit of pride is shredded to pieces before his very eyes and I can see his smirk return to his face as I practically beg for him to keep going. "Alright, keep going princess" he muses at my current state and I find myself blabbing on about my day like he wasn't there, barely paying attention to the words leaving my mouth. The humiliation of me having to explain to him things he already knows is so patronizing but for some reason I find myself yearning for more.

Any time I would take a pause in my story he would run a finger over the head of my cock, reminding me of the compromise. I know he is loving seeing me like this right now but I am to far gone to care anymore.

"Clay, I'm close" I huff out through heavy breathes. He stroke me a few more times before pulling away completely.

"Turn around" he demanded.

"Its embarrassing" I whine out even though the offer is so tempting.

He grabs my hip firmly and flips me over. I find myself arching back into him immediately, my ass touching the firm bulge in his pants. "Don't get shy on me now Davidson" he lets out a low chuckle, mocking me. I hear him get up from behind me and I whimper at the loss of contact. I hear a drawer open and the sound of a belt coming undone, so I quickly go to remove my pants and my boxers impatiently.

After a few seconds, I hear the sound of a bottle cap opening and feel his large hands exploring my ass. I shiver at the feeling. I burry my head into the pillows and arch my back so my ass is sticking up in the air. "Look at you, ass up for me" he mocks once again, and it no longer angers me. I secretly love it.

The embarrassment is addicting, and I forget all about how it is Clay seeing me this needy.

I feel a single finger enter me, and I buck my hips back onto it.

"What would the school think if they saw their leader bent over for Clay huh?" he continues while fingering me. I let out a wanton moan at his words, fully submitting to him. "You're all quiet now" he says whilst he adds another finger, giving me a second to adjust.

He bends over me and he continues to finger me at a quicker pace, my breathing picking up and all I can focus on his Clay. His taunting words falling in one ear and out the other, doing whatever he tells me to with no thought, only being able to focus on how good I feel.

"Never seen you so vulnerable, at my mercy" he whispers in my ear, adding a third finger.

As he continued to fuck into me with his fingers, he would whisper constant praises into my ear, causing me to fall even further into subspace. I was at a point where whatever he said I would agree to with no questions.

He pulled his fingers out when he saw how close I was getting once again, leaving me open and empty. I got pulled from finishing for the second time tonight. The tease was getting out of hand I couldn't take it anymore.

I felt the tip of his dick press against my entrance and a firm slap came down against my ass. "Tell me how bad you want it"

"soooo bad Clay" I whine, pushing back against him but he placed both of his hands keeping me in place. I was shaking underneath him.

"Then beg"

"please Clay, I need you, I- I want it. I've wanted it for so long, I would pleasure myself to the thought of you, of this" I babble on. I felt like a puppy on a leash, mindlessly being obedient and following his orders, wanting to do my best to please him.

Be good for him. I have never felt the need to be good for someone until now.

He chuckles behind me, clearly enjoying this as much as I am. "Wow I never thought I would have George Davidson begging me for my cock" he pulls on my hair lifting me on all fours.

"Isn't it so much easier to just listen and be obedient for once instead of always fighting me George?" He asks and I nod in agreement. "Yes, you're right" I mumble out through my hazy mind. All I can think about is him, his hands, his voice, his cock.

"You'll be a good little boy for me and take it yeah?" he coaxes and once again I find myself mindlessly nodding to his words, wanting to feel him in me as quickly as possible.

"Say it, admit it. You'll be my good boy" he continues, pulling on my hair even harder.

I shrink to nothing beneath his grip, "I'm Clay's good little boy" I choke out through a sob. And finally, I feel him push into to me. I let out a gasp as he enters, sobbing at his length, letting out a pained whimper. He pulls me up by the grip in my hair so my back is against his bare chest.

"Poor baby, is it too much for you?" he says mockingly as tears form in my eyes threatening to spill. "You can take it, can't you?" I nod in response, my voice too broken to speak.

As he jerks his hips into me they instantaneously spill down my cheek. "shh shh, I know" he whispers in my ear, as the pain turns into a wave of pleasure in just a few more thrusts.

His dick is reaching the deepest parts of me, parts I've never felt before. The pleasure he was giving me was so good, I felt devoted to him in this moment. I couldn't stop myself from the needy noises I was letting out, noises that sounded so foreign spilling past my lips.

That's it, there you go princess" he continues to praise me. "So good for me"

And then finally when I had thought it couldn't get any better, he finds my prostate, making me come completely undone before his very eyes.

"Clay!" I scream shakily, feeling something take over me.

He chuckles lowly, "so that's the spot yeah? That has you screaming my name"

"Clay I'm close" I manage to get out, moaning loudly.

He wraps the hand on my hip around my leaking cock, going at the same pace as his dick.

"Thank me for my cock" he says through a raspy tone.

"Thank you! Thank you thank you, feels so good, sooooo good, fuck!" And with that I finish all over his hand, letting out a high pitch scream. He continues the motion till the best orgasm I have ever had is over, letting go of the hold on my hair and I drop limp onto the bed.

His hand returns to my hair, holding my head down onto the pillows and his other one on my hip. His pace picking up as he chases his own orgasm. I feel the overstimulation coming and I start whining beneath him.

"Just a little longer princess" he says through heavy breaths.

I try my best to nod but the hold he has on me right now doesn't really allow me too, but I can tell me felt me trying to through his grip as he says, "good boy".

I felt compelled to listen, like I was just something to be used for his enjoyment.

And I loved it.

"fuck George" he groaned out and I felt him finish inside of me. He continued to thrust into me through his orgasm and then fell to my side.

We both started panting loudly for a couple of minutes, letting ourselves catch our breaths.

I felt a wave of tiredness take over me, and as I was about to fall under, letting my eyes flutter shut he spoke up.

His head threaded through my hair softly, "hey, hey, lets get you cleaned up first yeah? Then you can sleep princess" he said in an endearing tone, and I nodded back to tired to speak, knowing my voice was fucked after that.

He picked me up and we took a bath before heading to bed.