first lesson: stay put

Riley's room felt bigger than it was before that night, it was so spacious and ridiculously furnished, you wouldn't believe it belonged to a student.

I tried to not think of that night, i tried to quench, with my saliva, the burning rage that was rising up my throat when I remembered that night. It was rage and fear, mixed so finely together I couldn't tell which was more. Rage because it happened, and fear that he could do it again, and I could do absolutely nothing about it. So I sat with my legs tightened to one another, and my hands clasped, as if creating an armor against him.

He sat across me, with a rugged thud. I feared the chair would collaps, even the table that seperated us shook.

Just 3 hours. You can do this Alfie, you can. I took in a deep breath, like Avatar the last air bender, I opened my eyes with a new resolve, determined, brisk. I imagined my eyes shine blue.

“from your transcript, i found that the courses you performed lowest at were courses that had to deal with calculations” I said, as I spread out books on the table.

“To confirm my theory, I requested your sheets, and went through all of them from last 2 years”

“You did what?”

His voice thundered, and I felt my body shake, but I wouldn't let him intimidate me, I was his Tutor! Wow! that sounded quite powerful. I was Riley's tutor! I said it again in my mind as if to confirm It, that it was true. That I was infact his tutor, and I'm in charge here.

“I went through your sheets; tests, exams, assignments, everything.” I looked at him, this time in the eyes and quickly wished I didn't, they were so intense, I looked back at the books I was sorting.

“well, if you're going to…” His voice lingered in a mischievous way “...be my tutor” he looked at me, ravishingly, literally eating me up with his eyes, I felt my skin crawl “Don't you think you should come closer.” He relaxed his back on his chair, and he was man spreading his legs.

It felt like my brain was filled with breeze, I could hardly think, hardly make up words. I stuttered, my mouth staying open and nothing coming out, before I blinked quickly, with a cough also as I yanked myself out of the trance I was falling hopelessly into.

“I don’t think that is appropriate—” I coughed “—besides, I can clearly hear you from here”

“What?” he made a sound that sounded like it was coming from a far distance, with his hands in his ears. I rolled my eyes at his cockiness.

“Alright, I'll do it my way” he got up, went around me and pulled me up from my chair like I was made of feathers. I struggled hopelessly out of his hold. “stay put little boy” and then he took me to his sit, but that wasn't what almost gave me a heart attack, it was the fact that he placed me on the same sit with himself,

on

his

laps!.

While pulling me with his hands so I can't struggle out. I didn't know if I was imagining it, but I felt his bulge on my butt, and it made my heart beat so fast, I was scared it would rupture straight out of my chest.

“Please Riley, I can't…” I wasn’t sure what I was begging for, what I was asking for. The breeze in my head had now turned into a whirlwind, and I felt dizzy, as if I was intoxicated.

“Tell me you don't like it” He whispered so close to my ears, I thought it was my very own thoughts i heard. His voice sounded like Lucifer. I was sure it was how the devil sounded, like pure evil and pleasure. If his voice had a color, it was purple.

My pinna vibrated as the heat of his breath touched them, and when they kissed my neck, I vibrated, goosebumps forming all over my skin.

I was ashamed of how much he affected me. “This is wrong…” my voice came out as a whisper, like I haven't decided to let it out or not.

“Says who?” I could hear him smirk. really, I don't know how, but I knew there was a demonic smirk spread across his chin. I imagined the silver ring on his lower lip, reflecting the artificial lighting of the room.

His hands loosened around me, like a snake that has paralyzed its prey, crushing all it's bones to pieces and then letting it free, knowing it lacked the ability to move.

I didn't move, I stayed there, on hid laps, feeling his thick muscular thighs cage me between him. I focused on stabilizing the wind in my head, with calculated breaths, hoping it would eventually even out.

I stayed in his laps and we went through the lessons, the basics of arithmetic, binary and non binary additions and subtractions. He was responsive, and when he asked questions, he resembled a child, an angry one.

Even though I was too conscious of the fact that he was breathing on me, too loud in my ears yet so soothing to my skin, too conscious that I was sitting between his thighs, and if I adjusted, I would feel his dick, firm against my butt. I didn't adjust much, no matter how uncomfortable I felt, I sat like a log of wood, lifeless.

And when he noticed I wouldn't move, he did the moving, and would poke me so lewdly with his groin that i would choke on my own words, I would shake like a fish, and behind me, he would have that devilish smile as he watched me quiver.

3 hours felt like three years, and when it was finally over, I had forgotten how to walk. My legs felt fluid like, jelly. I stood up wobbly, and when I was about to fall, Riley caught me. Later, Riley threw a ward of cash on the desk and asked me to take it. I had never in my poor life seen so much money. I was already getting paid, my aunt was receiving the salary, hopefully, they'll save enough to send me to college from there.

But I couldn’t take this, it was just…too much. He didn't respond to my refusal, he simply took the money, shoved it into my bag, shoved the pink bag onto my back like he was installing Lego pieces, and then, he shoved me to the front door. And the door slammed behind me.

I opened my phone to see a text from Erica and Henry, both of them were asking, how did it go, only that Erica’s had too many question marks behind it. I wasn’t going to tell them that Riley had put me on his lap, that I felt the bulge of his dick, that he said weird things to me, so I just told them, “fine” she then texted, three dots appearing first then: I have great news with Squealing emojis.