Diez

Oliver flopped down on his couch, finally back at home. The cookout ended some time ago but his friends roped him into staying out and driving around. How he always got roped into their shenanigans was beyond him.

He closed his eyes. When he next opened them his sister seemingly materialized from nothing right in front of him, eating a bowl of cereal. He jumped.

"Jeez, Lisa. At least make some noise when you enter a room."

She slurped a spoonful of milk. She spoke in a flat ton, per the usual as if she were perpetually unimpressed with everything. "You're back awfully late."

Oliver caught his breath. "Yeah, I was at a cookout with friends. Were ma and pop looking for me?"

"No. I just noticed is all." She slurped another scoop of milk. Then she plopped on the couch next to him. "Brother?"

"Hm?"

"You should probably do something about the other girl."

Oliver dry coughed. "Other girl?"

"The whore who betrayed you."

Oliver took a second to collect himself after the callousness of his sister's enunciation of "whore". "I don't think you need words like 'whore' in your vocabulary right now."

She shot him a glace that had no fucks in it all while sipping another spoonful of milk. "Either way I like the new one better. She is much more mature and refined than that spoiled stain."

"Moving on, why do you say I should do something?"

"She came by earlier."

"What!?" Oliver turned in his seat to face his sister.

"She wouldn't leave for almost 30 minutes. Said she would what for you. Something she said she had to tell you. She left without leaving a message though."

"You think it was important?"

"I think it was creepy. Who stakes out their ex's house for half an hour? Creeps." She managed to say all of that with a straight face and flat tone. She amazed Oliver sometimes.

He laughed and rubbed her head. "Kids do say the darnedest things."

She shook his hand off her head. "Stawp it." Even in monotone, her words came out adorable. She got up with her bowl to leave, but not before she poked her tongue out.

Oliver slumped back deeper and the couch and let out a long held breath. What did Elise need to tell him so bad she came to his house? He should probably be careful for a while. No good has come from her so far, especially when she was the one seeking him out.

His phone beep and he checked it. A text from Dakota's number.

~I need you to come to my place right now. Please.~

Oliver stood to his feet and grabbed his keys. For some reason, the tone of the text forced him to jump into action then and there. He laughed to himself. Who was truly the master here?

Oliver pulled his car in front of Dakota's house. He got out and knocked on her door. After a few moments, it came open and Dakota was standing in the doorway in only black lace. Around her neck a was a leather collar.

Dakota's eyes were widened to the point Oliver thought they would pop from the socket.

Dakota fidgeted. "Why are you here?"

Oliver replied slowly confused. "I got a text to come."

"I never sent you a text." She started to panic.

Nicholas walked over and stood beside Dakota. His hand dropped to her waist. Her eyes frozen in panic. "I sent it actually."

Oliver looked from his hand on Dakota's hip to his eyes. "What's going on here?"

Nichols nudged Dakota forward. "Do tell him, Dakota. He wants to know what's going on."

Dakota's eyes were starting to look crazed as tears ran down them. "I...I...I..."

"Forgive her. I didn't tell her I had invited you. But I'm sure you can figure out the answer to that question. You're a smart enough guy."

Oliver ignored him and grabbed Dakota by the shoulders. "Why are you dressed like that? What's with this collar? Tell me!" Now he was getting teary.

"I ordered her to put that on just for this occasion."

Oliver finally turned his stare on Nicholas. "You. Ordered her?"

He lips curved upwards in a wicked smile. "Dakota tell the boy, who am I?

Tears continued to run down her face and her eyes were unfocused still she smiled. Her smile was unhinged. "My Mast..."

Oliver covered her mouth before she could finish. "It's okay Dakota. You don't have to push yourself so hard. You are safe."

Dakota simmered a few degrees finally looking him in the eyes dropping to her knees, submissively. "Oliver..."

Nicholas frowned. "Surely you heard enough from her own mouth. I am her true master." His laugh was a bit unnerving.

Oliver stood back to his feet with his first balled tightly. "I don't know what you've done to her but you will pay it back in full."

Nicholas paused, then laughed even harder. "Oh, I've never been threatened by a kid. They do say the darnedest things, don't they?"

Oliver grabbed his collar and shoved him against the wall. His fist landed across Nicholas' cheek. With that, the fight was on. The two struggled against one another. Even though Oliver was so much younger his body was better built for combat thanks to his training, giving him the upper hand.

It only took moments before Oliver had engulfed Nicholas by outboxing him. He pressed Nicholas against the wall ready to finish it. Until he had the rug pulled from underneath him.

Nicholas, in his desperation, grabbed the half-empty bottle of liquor and broke it on Oliver's head. Oliver fell to the ground. His hand went to the back of his head and came back a drunken red. Nicholas held out the jagged shard of the broken bottle.

"You should have learned your place kid now it's too late. You lose."

Dakota stepped in front of Nicholas before he reached Oliver with his murderous intent. "I won't let you..."

"Move out of the way, Dakota." She stood fast not budging an inch. "I ORDER YOU TO MOVE!"

She shook her head and continued to block his path, she borrowed Oliver's resolve. "Do what you want to me, but if you lay a finger on Oliver..."

"Are you willing to die for this boy?" He turned the bottle to her.

Her aura changed. She felt something in her shift. The only priority was Oliver's safety. "Yes."

Nicholas slashed at her in a blind rage. Dakota throws her arms up defensively covering her face and falling back. The shard nicked her, opening a scary gash across her forearm.

"You've forgotten yourself, pet!" Nicholas' mentally was starting to deteriorate. He couldn't understand why she was disobeying. "I've waited so long to be reunited with you. I've thrown away so many others whose only purpose was to be your placeholder. Why do you defy me now that we are finally together again?"

"Please leave him out of this, Nick." Dokata was now at Oliver's side as she tried to help him off the ground, but he was probably dizzy from a concussion.

With his eyes filled with tears, Nicholas spoke softly. "That's right. It's his fault. Once he's out of the way it'll go back to normal, right?"

Dakota shook her head and for the first time in years, she felt unshackled. Her eyes were still wet but inside of them burned something she had only faked until now. "Wrong. Things will never be the same. I have betrayed myself twice now. I will not a third. This ends today, Nick.

Nicholas' anger peaked. "No no no. Stop looking like. Not for him. Why won't you look at me like that? Why do you reject my love?"

"This is not love. Surely you can recognize there is something wrong with what you call love. Love does not hurt. It is not absolute control. It is not this. Like this, it could never be love.

Nicholas' cracked at Dakota's words. He dropped to the floor, dropping the broken bottle. He chuckled to himself crying softly. "You actually chose him over me?"

"Deep inside you had to have known I would. The parts of my body that were once yours has long since been his. He has a part of me you could never own. My heart." She smiled and looked Oliver in his eye with tears in hers. "I love you. Thanks to that I can finally be a little stronger."

"No. You can't abandon me. You are my toy, not his. Mine Dakota!"

"Not anymore." Dakota was finally able to get Oliver to his feet. "I'm taking him to the hospital, Nick. Please be gone when I return. I wish not to see you for the remainder of your visit."

Nick could only grind his teeth as Dakota got herself decent and left with Oliver. He dropped to his knees and his anger faded. He was defeated.

Dakota had driven Oliver to the Piedmont Hospital nearby in his car. After admitting him she had called his parents. She was a bit afraid of the questions that could arise but informing them was unavoidable.

Dakota sat by herself in the waiting room. If she was smart she'd have left ages ago before she was asked questions she couldn't answer without facing prison time. Still, she had to make sure Oliver was ok. She wouldn't allow herself to go back without knowing.

"You're still here?" Oliver's little sister entered the waiting room and sat across from Dakota.

"Um. Yes." Dakota trod carefully. She had introduced herself as Oliver's teacher to his parents and that was information his sister no doubt had. "Is he going to be ok?"

Lisa nodded swinging her feet in her chair, a flat expression on her face. "Just a couple stitches. Everyone is asking how he got that gash but he won't say."

"I see."

Lisa looked at Dakota's arm. "You got a pretty fresh cut yourself. You know anything you want to tell?"

Lisa's expression didn't falter yet suddenly it felt like it had an intensity with weight. The child was intuitive. "Oliver was dragged into something because of me and because of me he was hurt."

"And that's why you won't leave? You feel guilty for getting my brother hurt?"

"That is not the only reason. But yeah."

"So why are you in her and not in his room? He is done getting stitches."

Dakota sensed how she manipulated the directness of her questioning. She was akin to a master interrogator or a fierce lawyer. "It's complicated."

"Because you're his teacher?"

Dakota nodded. "Exactly right."

Lisa continued to kick her feet. "You're telling me this too easy, aren't you afraid I may tell someone?"

"Would you have accepted anything outside the truth? Also, if you wanted to tell someone you would have already?"

"Still you haven't exactly told me how my brother was hurt."

Dakota took a deep breath. "It's a long story. Where to start?"

"Lisa? We are about to go get something to eat are you staying or going?" Both Dakota and Lisa looked down the hall towards Oliver's room. His mom shouted.

Lisa hopped from her chair and started to Oliver's room. "Perfect timing for you I see."

Dakota smiled sweetly. "I think you may be right."

Dakota entered the room with her head low. Oliver noticed her and watched her walk all the way to his bedside. He stretched a bit. "You know you shouldn't be here right now."

"I am aware. I just wanted to see with my own that you were ok."

He shook his head. "Nah. I'm totally fine. No need to worry about me." A warm smile crossed his face.

Dakota's eyes started to tear again. She didn't really know what to say Oliver had found out the secret she shared with Nicholas. "Sssorry...I am sorry Oliver."

"...Sorry?"

"I was the one who forced you to become my master, and I betrayed you." The tears sprung free. "I am no better than Elizabeth. In fact, we are just the same. We both betrayed you with men from our past we could not escape. Still, it hurts to think of you hating me."

"I don't hate you."

Dakota looked shocked. "Oliver."

Oliver looked down with a seriousness that Dakota hadn't seen before. "You've gone through some horrible things, haven't you? I don't understand it all but you aren't to blame. You're a victim."

There was a long pause between them. "Look what I have done because if it. I've victimized you now. And now I can't stop because I've actually fallen for you. I have failed as a teacher."

"Then it's your turn to take responsibility."

"Responsibility?"

"You said you loved me? Are you prepared to take responsibility for that?"

His smile took hold of Dakota and she cried harder dropping into his arms. "If you will have me."

Oliver's pearly whites were on full display. "I already told you. I'll stand by you."

Dakota grabbed his face and kissed him. She kissed him like she couldn't breathe without him. Her tongue wrestled with his as she leaned deeper into him.

She pulled back briefly. "You are my student, master, and the one I love. Ha. My mother would disown me if she found out." She turned somber. "You are my master so your word is my law, but if I could ask a request of you..."

"I wouldn't put you in a bad spot Dakota. We can continue things as we have up until now."

"Thank you, Oliver." Dakota unzipped Oliver's pants and removed his meat from them. He was fully erect. If he didn't know better he was anticipating her. "I know this slave doesn't deserve a reward master, but..."

"Today is a special occasion. For your confession."

"Well put."

She tucked her hair behind her ear and wrapped her lips around his swollen phallus. She sucked gently at first savoring Oliver's flavor. His precum was sweet and delicious. She absolutely loved this taste.

Oliver started to moan louder as she increased her pace sucking him like a vacuum. He tried not to move too much so he didn't open his fresh stitches but what Dakota was doing to him was amazing. He tried to grip the back of her head so he could control her speed.

Dakota grabbed his wrist from her head an pinned both of them to his side. To twirl her tongue around the head of his penis, paying extra attention to the under part. She knew that was his most sensitive zone.

Oliver clenched his teeth tight. "Dakota...I'm gonna come..."

Dakota tried to take him down her throat but couldn't manage to get him all the way down. He was too large for her its like he somehow grew since the last time she had done this. Then she felt him spasm and his warm milky cum exploded into her mouth. Her eyes started to roll. She loved this taste. It might be this taste that also had her hooked on Oliver. She loved him and his flavor.

Dakota stepped outside Oliver's room a few minutes later. She slowly closed the door before deciding to go home for the day. She started down the hall wiping the corner of her mouth to ensure there weren't any remnants of Oliver on her. She stopped for a second seeing Oliver's family on their way back to his room. It's good she finished when she did.

"You're my son's teacher right?" His mom and stopped Dakota before she could make her exit.

She fixed her glasses. "Yes, ma'am I am."

"I didn't thank you for bringing my him here before. Thank you, Misses..."

"Elkins. Dakota Elkins. And think nothing of it. I very well could not sit by and do nothing."

"You didn't happen to see what happened to him? I mean he snuck out in the middle of the night and I get a call from his teacher telling me he's been hurt."

This was exactly what Dakota didn't want to happen. She didn't want to lie but she had no choice at this rate. "I did not. when I found him he was already in that condition. I am sorry I can be of no help.

"Well, could you tell me where you found him? If we know where he was we can find who tried to murder my son."

Dakota cursed herself she hadn't thought to come up with answers for any of these question she was too preoccupied with her feelings of for Oliver and his health.

"Mom, can we please eat?" Lisa held up the bags of McDonald's in her hands.

"Ok come on let's see if your brother hungry too." She turned to Dakota. "Thank you again for being there for him.

"I always will." Dakota caught herself too late luckily no one seemed to notice the sentiments behind her words.

The three of them continued into Oliver's room. Dakota silently thanked Lisa. She was saved by brother and sister in one night.

Dakota pulled Oliver's keys from her pocket as she entered the parking lot. She was going to grab an Uber home but Oliver ordered her to take his car. It would be hard to explain to anyone why she was using his car. But an order from her beloved master was an order she would never ignore.

She parked his car in front of her house. She hadn't thought about it until now but what if Nicholas was still there? She was a bit afraid that he was but relief soon hit when she walked in and no one was there.

She showered and climbed under the sheets of her bed relaxed and genuinely content for the first time.