Squeak

Alluring and Distracting

Jezebel

"Erik...I don't think I can do this," I whined as I slid down in the driver's seat as some students passed by the truck. They were already gawking at me, and I hadn't entered the building yet. A few seconds passed, and I hadn't heard a peep from Erik. I looked up to find him staring at my thighs. "Erik, pay attention to me."

"I am paying attention to you," he replied, biting his bottom lip.

"I need you to pay attention to what I'm saying, not my body."

"Maybe if someone hadn't left me with blue balls last night, then I wouldn't be objectifying you right now."

"That's a lie. You'd still do it," I accused.

"You're right. But I don't give a fuck. You're mine—mine to look at, mine to touch, mine to fuck," he imparted, running his fingers over my white fishnets. The unrestrained look in his eyes and the blazing path that his fingers left on my body was enough to encourage me out of the vehicle. My thoughts had gone to a bad place. My Jezebel spirit tried to convince me to lean his seat back, straddle his lap, and kiss him while he gripped and smacked my bottom, but I knew better. We'd never make it into school. Last night was my first time performing oral, and I didn't like it...I loved it. Seeing Erik shaking and begging gave me a rush like no other, and leaving him unfinished satisfied me more than any piece of chocolate could.

***

"The fuck you staring at? Keep it moving!" Erik barked when a few guys from the basketball team lingered around my locker while making lewd comments about my new appearance. I rolled my eyes when Erik started waving his cane at them.

"The fuck are you going to do about it, grandpa?" one of them stupidly challenged.

I say stupidly because Erik might be down now, but he's like Santa. He has a list, and he's checking it twice. They don't want to end up on Erik's naughty list.

"Why don't you come over here and find out, bitch!" he threatened, reminding me of a rabid chihuahua. He stepped in front of me to block their view.

"Erik...stop," I whispered.

"Jezebel! Let me get that number!" one of them shouted. Erik was about to go off again when I placed a hand on his chest.

"I got this," I whispered before facing the group of boys.

"Are you going to give me them digits, or what?"

"You can get my number from your daddy," I replied, causing his friends to hoot and holler at my diss. Erik laughed as the shot-down baller slinked away with his tail between his legs, commenting that I didn't look that good anyway.

"You handled that very well, Squeak. Who would've thought you had it in you," Erik praised.

"King, you need to keep your cool. You're the one who forced me to dress like this, and now you're mad at the attention I'm getting."

"That's because those fuckers need to be reminded who you belong to," he said, leaning against the locker next to mine.

Being with a sociopath is exhausting. I have to constantly stroke his ego.

Truthfully, under all that bark and malice, Erik was as insecure as the next person. That was proven when he searched for my necklace in the pouring rain. That was the worst mistake he could've ever made because that's when I knew I had him. He was mine to look at, mine to touch, and mine to...."

"We're supposed to break up, remember?" I reminded Erik.

"Why do you seem so excited?" he challenged. He attempted to hover over me, but we were nearly the same height, thanks to my pink platform heels. I surprised him with a gentle kiss, hoping to derail his paranoia.