It was a challenge to not get pissed at my fellow students for staring at Demi before we were together, but now that we are I've nearly killed six people in the past ten minutes of class, and knowing that I have another hour and twenty minutes of watching people stare at my Demi... oh I'm gonna fuck someone up by the end of this hour.

"Harlow, take a lap." Demi blew her whistle, but she shot me a wink when everyone turned away towards me.

"Why?" I raised a brow and put my hands on my hips after I stood up.

"Because you were dosing off while I was trying to explain what we are going to do today for the tenth time. Now take a lap." She spun her finger once in the air.

I looked around at all of my classmates who were quietly laughing. "Nah, I'm good. Thanks for the offer though."

The whole class went silent. "Harlow, take a lap around the gym now." Demi's eyes turned a darker shade of brown as a growl erupted from her throat.

I almost went and took a lap, but this is getting everyone's attention to me and not her perfect body. "No thank you." I gave her a smile before sitting back down on the hardwood floor like all of my classmates who are patiently waiting for further instruction other than the pre-class routine of sitting down on the floor for role call, stretching out, and then being dismissed to whatever activity for the day.

"Everyone outside and on the track. Marco, grab the ball bin please. Liza, grab the penny tee's for me please." Demi glared at me the whole time as she spoke through gritted teeth.

I'm in trouble. Big, big trouble. I forget that she is a dom in the worst situations. Now is one of them.

"Harlow, you are to wait on the bleachers till I come get you." Demi began to head out the doors with most of the students.

"I thought you wanted me to run a lap." I smirked to myself as I stood up.

All I got in response is a glare over her shoulder.

Why do I have to be a smart-ass without a filter? Damn I'm an idiot at times. I just keep digging my grave deeper.

I waited, kinda patiently, on the bleachers as my classmates got to play soccer. I'm good a soccer. I want to play soccer right now. I'm quick and can get points quickly.

"Harlow, come here." Demi pulled me to the side of the bleachers where she could still see my classmates, but we were in a more private area.

I made sure that if I did something my classmates wouldn't see me by standing against the post that holds up one side of the bleachers.

"What the fuck is your problem?" Demi growled as she threw her hands up.

"Guys keep staring at your ass, so I brought the attention to me." I shrugged as I tried to play it off like I wasn't scared shitless on the inside.

"So back talking to me is the way to get their attention away from me?" Demi put her hands on her hips.

I looked at my feet with a hint of shame showing in my eyes. "I wasn't thinking clearly."

Demi rolled her eyes and shook her head before speaking again. "If you want to gain their attention, go make some kick ass plays, but you better run a fucking mile first. I'll make it two if you piss me off even more." Demi pointed to the track that surrounded the soccer/football/lacrosse/rugby field.

I simply nodded before trotting to the track and beginning my four laps.

I slipped my earbuds in, and as I flipped through songs Demi sent me a text.

Demi: We're going to have a talk when we get home.

A wave of fear pulsed through me before I quickly pushed it aside and sprinted. Maybe if I punish myself more she'll be easier on me when we get home. A girl can have hopes.

"Get in the car." Demi growled as she walked in front of me.

"Yes ma'am." I mumbled.

"Don't say yes ma'am and expect me to keep my hands to myself when I'm in this state of mind Harlow. I know we just made it official three days ago, but my dom state has been here and you know that and knew that before I even asked you to be my girlfriend because a huge part of being my girlfriend is being able to handle it." Demi laced our fingers together as soon as I got in the car, but it wasn't exactly in the loving manner she usually does it in. It kinda showed dominance, which is to be expected. That was a stupid thing to point out.

"Sorry," I whispered before pulling my heels to rest on the seat before bringing Demi's hand to my lap and playing with her fingers.

"I forgive you." Demi whispered as she pulled out of the school parking lot. "Just don't do it again and expect for there not to be any consequences."

"Who said I wasn't expecting consequences?" I raised a brow and smirked. Why do I have to be a smart ass? Why?

"You are treading on very thin water right now Harlow. If you say one more thing like that, I'm going to lose control." Demi growled as she released my hand and gripped the steering wheel so tight that her knuckles were bright white. "Maybe you should look up what a dom does and is, because I don't think you are understanding what the word 'consequences' means and consists of in my eyes."

I simply nodded and sucked my lips in with hopes that that would stop me from my impulsive, continuous, and never ending smart ass remarks and comments. I scrolled through some lists.

"Read them out loud." Demi put a possessive hand on my knee.

I'm sure the gulp I took was loud enough for her to hear. "Whipping, slapping, restraining, and-" my eyes went wide when I saw the last one.

"And what Harlow?" Demi asked with an innocent tone.

"Nothing, the list ended." I looked out the window as the heat rushed to my cheeks.

"If you don't tell me what the last thing was, I'm going to grip your knee tighter and tighter till you can't handle it and tell me." Demi growled as she began to slowly constrict her hand around my knee tighter and tighter as we pulled into her neighborhood.

"It didn't say anything else." I stuttered as I squeezed my eyes shut tightly, doing my best to ignore the pressure. It doesn't hurt, it's just super uncomfortable and slightly painful. Something that would make you squirm away from it, but I know if I do try to pull away I'll be in even deeper shit. That was one of the first things the website said.

"Why are you lying to me Harlow?" Her voice was deep and intimidating. The voice she was using would scare a grown ass man.

"I'm not lying to you Demi." I pushed my head up against my seat.

She simply gripped my knee tighter than before to the point where the pressure point she was hitting was going numb.

"Sexual torture. The last thing on the list was sexual torture." I let out a breath I didn't know I was keeping in when she released her grip on my knee.

"Now tell me what was so hard about that?" Demi asked in a completely calm tone as she parked the car in the driveway. What the actual fuck? One second she's scaring the shit out of me, and then next second she's being sweet.

"We've been dating for three days, and sex is not on the table." I put my hands up in a surrendering gesture.

"I know that. I am not ready for it either, but I was simply talking about you reading me a list Harlow. Don't make things harder than they need to be. That's step one of being a sub. Step two is to not question every little thing I do." She gave me a knowing glare as she got out of the car. I went to go open the front door for her, but she stopped me. "I open doors unless said otherwise."

I nodded as a smile grew on my face. Structure is nice. I like structure. I've never had structure before. Now I do, and I like it. It gives me a sense of security. A damn good one.

"I'll talk about more the further we get into our relationship. That is just something I need to establish in order for me to not snap everywhere we go." She gave me a small smile before walking to her room. "I need to take a shower."

"Okay," I whispered, not knowing if she heard me or not. If I were at my old 'house' I'd be opening up a beer or two... or three right now after hearing big shit like that, but when living in the house of a recovering alcoholic, alcohol isn't on the table at all. It isn't anywhere.

I wouldn't call myself an alcoholic since I'm not addicted to it. I'm more of a stress drinker. Yeah, we can call it that.

I can go over to my house and drink though, right? That would be okay. She's probably going to go right to sleep once she gets out of the shower, so I can go drink for a little, sober up, and then drive back here. But I do know I need to leave while the water is running that way she won't be able to hear the front door.

I won't get in trouble for this, right?