My Bully's Possession

Trigger warning!!!

This is not a traditional romance, it contains disturbing subject matter, including themes of questionable consent, Stockholm syndrome as well as graphic sexual consent. The author neither endorses nor condones this type of behaviour 

CHAPTER ONE

MALAKAI

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I saw him today. 

The devil in shining armour. 

His face brought back all the memories that I've tried to forget.

All the blurry lines became clearer. 

Up until now, it had been difficult to distinguish between the truth and my imagination

I can't believe it's only twenty-four months since we last saw each other. 

Sometimes, it feels like decades; other times, it's just like yesterday, but he was real.

And he is my demon. He crawls out from under my bed every night, and I'm drenched in the nightmares of his own making. 

'Pierce, do you know that the dark parts of you no longer scare me? I'm only afraid of the dark parts of myself that you created.'

TWO YEARS AGO

The whooshing sound of the belt welcomes me as I step into our living room; I can already feel the tension in the air; the sight of the belt is something I am already used to. 

My brother, Ezra, is facing the wall shirtless as our father mercilessly strikes the belt against his bruised back; I wince at the sight; the injury will certainly take some time to heal. 

"Pornography is a sin, I'm only stopping you from going to hell!" Dad says furiously as he continues to lash out at my brother.

Mom is busy in the kitchen; she usually turns a blind eye each time our father punishes us; she will always tell us that Dad loves us and that he only disciplines us to make us better human beings. 

Dad is a preacher at the local church, and as his children, we are expected to be godly just like him; other kids are expected to follow our example. 

"Ezra, do you think I like doing this? The belt hurt me just as much as it does you!" Dad says, and I nearly snort at that; it is a lie I've heard so many times. 

Dad notices my presence and says,  

"Your brother is so perfect; he attends fellowship, participates in activities, and gets good grades; why can't you be more like him?"

Ezra stares at me, and I notice his bruised lip and jaw; it seems Dad has gotten a little too excited this time. 

I stand in the corner awkwardly. Each time our father compares Ezra to me, the distance between us brothers only seems to increase, and I hate it. 

"I'll be in my room", I murmur to myself; I can hear Dad continue to scold Ezra as I make my way to my room and lock the door behind me. 

I snatch my laptop from the table and jump on my bed; I have more important things to do, and my thighs are already shaking in excitement as I turn on my laptop. 

It is quite a pity that I'm not the perfect son my father thinks I am; I stare at the image of Lana Winters on my laptop. 

My dirty little secret. 

She is sitting by the poolside, her hair is wet, the skimpy outfit she is wearing is soaked to reveal her huge breasts, and her exposed thighs are slim and long; this is only one of the hundreds of pictures of her that I have on my laptop. 

I love Lana; she just didn't know it yet, but she is going to be my wife and the mother of my kids; yeah, maybe I am delusional, but I don't care at this moment. 

I put my hand in my pocket to withdraw my prize! It is something I will add to my collection. 

Lana's panties!

A moan escapes my mouth as I press the flimsy material against my nose and inhale deeply, it had been difficult to steal this. After today's swimming lessons, I had to sneak to her locker while no one was watching.  

Good heavens! Even her underwear smells delicious just like her. 

Another moan escapes my mouth, I'm already getting an erection. 

I stare at the image of Lana on my laptop and frown slightly; why did he always have to be everywhere? 

Pierce Masterson. 

I can't even sneak a good image of Lana without capturing him as well. He seems to always hover around Lana.

I don't like it.

He's always sniffing around her like a dog. 

I'm not about to allow him to ruin my good mood; I quickly glance at the door to confirm that it is locked before I bring down my pants. I pull out my cock from my underwear, breathless and dizzy with excitement. 

A strangled moan leaves my parted lips as I rub Lana's panties against my cock, soaking it with my precum. 

Her pussy, stroking my dick...

Yes...

I mean, this underwear touched Lana's pussy, after all, so it's practically the same thing... Right?

I continue to stroke my length while staring at her sensual lips through the laptop. 

"Lana, I really love you!" The low gasp leaves my mouth as the hot semen sprays out from my dick. It takes some moments to regain myself. I stare at my laptop that is covered with my jizz, only that the cum didn't land on Lana's face. 

Pierce.

His face is stained with my semen, and I wince; such a turn-off.

I guess I will have to start cropping his face from Lana's pictures from now on. 

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The bell rings for the first period; I'm sitting in my usual seat, waiting for the teacher to arrive. 

"Hey, this seat is empty, right? Can I sit next to you?" 

I look up at the owner of the voice, and my heart nearly explodes out of my chest. 

Lana Winters, like always, looks so beautiful that I can't even concentrate on her words. My mouth is wide open, I am openly drooling over her when she suddenly asks.

"Are you okay? If you don't want me here then__"

You're already making her think you're a weirdo!

"N--no, I mean s--sure, it's fine, you can sit h_here!" I rush out; I'm sitting so rigidly in tension, and my heart is roaring blood to my ears so fast.

Even though Lana attends my father's church along with her parents, she's never directly spoken to me before; the new semester only started yesterday; how on earth did I ever get so lucky?

"Thanks, you are sweet," She smiles as she sits down; I get a whiff of her sweet perfume, and heat creeps to my face as I realize that she's just complimented me. 

She thinks I'm sweet!

If I have a tail, it will surely be wagging because of how excited I am right now. 

"T_thanks." I murmur.

"Malakai right? I'm Lana; we'll probably be seatmates for the rest of the semester; I hope we get along well," Lana smiles; my heart is beating so fast that my feet start to twitch. 

I can only think of the fact that she knows my name. 

She fucking knows me!

I wish I could record this moment, it will certainly be the happiest day of my life. 

The teacher enters inside, and everywhere quietens. 

Still, my whole body refuses to calm down; I mean, Lana is sitting beside me, and I can't control her effect. 

"Pierce Masterson..." The teacher starts to call attendance.

The mention of his name prompts me to look back, only for my eyes to clash with his intense stare. 

An unwilling shudder sweeps through me; I've always thought that Pierce looks a little crazy in the eye. 

I can't place this unfounded fear of him, but something in me knows that he's not someone I want to cross. 

The image of my sperm spilling down his face on my laptop suddenly flashes in my head, and I look away, embarrassed. 

Why am I suddenly thinking about that disgusting occurrence?

I can still feel Pierce's stare burning through my head and I can't concentrate on the lectures anymore. 

Can he be jealous that Lana is sitting beside me? I'm always around Lana to know that Pierce likes her as well. 

"Moron..." I hear him say, he can't possibly be referring to me right?

Yeah, I'm convinced that he doesn't like the fact that Lana is beside me.

The feeling is mutual because I hate Pierce too. 

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