Waiting. Knowing. And I really mean, knowing, as there wasn’t a single, solitarily part of me that didn’t know what I was waiting for. That waitin... felt like an eternity, I can promise you that. In reality, it was probably no more than a minute before I heard his footsteps coming down the hall. I quickly faced forward, eyes straight ahead, a last-ditch attempt to hide my complaisance.I willed myself not to look back as he set the bottle of lube and a condom on the table next to me. I kept my. Adding insult to injury, he scored four more times in the span of two minutes. I couldn't do a thing as the final score of the game was a whopping 8-3."Nice job, pretty boy," he said. "Guess you suck at FIFA just as much as you suck at Halo."I sat there shell-shocked as Ayden kept talking. "You really wanted to see my dick, huh? I gave you 60 fucking chances and you couldn't get a kill. You wanted to see me naked so badly and now you have to do what I want for the rest of the night."I couldn't. "I didn't know how to respond at first as I let my arms relax down and let her peel the jacket from my body, suddenly feeling self-conscious as I no longer had my security blanket.Then I felt a chill go through me as her fingertips moved up my arms and turned me to face her. She was smiling and looking over my body, and in the most casual way adjusting my dress like she was my stylist. Her delicate fingers slipped into the top at my breast and adjusted it, leveling it across my cleavage. My. During hell week, he was spanked for not dropping to his knees and squealing whenever one of his frat brothers blew a whistle, and other stupid things. He joined a fraternity to get valuable connections. At times he loathed it, but he figured it was just one more thing in life he had to do in order to get where he wanted to be. And now he had this good-paying job helping the sons and daughters of the town’s movers and shakers (the Catholic ones, at least) get into good schools and prosper. But.