As the door closed behind her, Dick let out a long breath. Sarah had surprised him. Beneath her quiet, almost bookish demeanor, there was something raw, something real. She had her own fire, and tonight she'd shown just how far she could go when pushed. Pulling away from her house, he drove in silence.
His phone buzzed on the passenger seat. He glanced down, spotting a message from Paige.
Paige: "Don't forget. 7 AM. And bring coffee, or I'm kicking your ass."
He smirked, shaking his head. Paige, always the brat. He fired back a quick reply.
Dick: "Don't worry about the cream. You'll have it directly."
Paige's phone buzzed just as she read his text, her face flushing instantly at his words. She sat there, legs crossed, biting her lip. The cocky smile from the bar returned as she felt the rush of excitement run through her again.
"Asshole," she muttered under her breath, already pulling the blanket over her head, knowing that tonight would probably be restless. She'd sleep, of course, but her body was still buzzing with the electric aftermath of his touch.
Returning home, Dick had a quick shower and then stepped into his room. The steam from the bathroom still clung to his skin, a towel slung loosely around his waist. As he entered, he wasn't surprised to find Emily already there, seated on the edge of his bed, scrolling through her phone like she owned the place.
She looked up, unimpressed but with a raised eyebrow. "Took your time, didn't you?"
Dick grinned. "Hello, Little Sis. Missed me already?" He walked over to his closet without a second glance at her, casually dropping the towel and leaving himself bare. He wasn't bothered by her presence. They had long passed any sense of modesty.
Emily didn't flinch at his nudity either. If anything, her eyes flickered with mild interest before she returned to her phone, pretending like she wasn't paying attention. "You reek of sex."
"Sharp nose," Dick replied, pulling out a fresh pair of boxers from the drawer and slipping them on. "Maybe you should try it sometime."
Emily scoffed but didn't bite. Instead, she put her phone down and looked at him, really looked at him this time. "Video worked. Jada is nothing but a submissive bitch in everyone's eyes. I owe you one."
Dick chuckled, turning toward her, his cock still bare. "Did you have any doubts?"
Emily's lips twisted into a smirk. "Not really. You know how to make a girl break. She didn't stand a chance." She leaned back slightly, crossing her arms over her chest. "But you've got to admit, even I didn't expect her to crumble that fast. One night, and she's wrecked."
Dick shrugged, slipping into his boxers. "She's weaker than she thinks. All that bravado she had? Fake. Girls like Jada fold easy when they get a taste of something real."
Emily's gaze lingered on him, an unreadable look flashing in her eyes before she masked it with indifference. "I've got something bigger lined up, but it'll take time."
Dick raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Bigger?"
"Yeah." Emily's smirk deepened. "Ever heard of Veronica Halloway?"
He frowned slightly. The name was familiar but not from his usual circles. "She some local queen bee?"
Emily shook her head, her eyes gleaming with something sharp. "Not local. She's coming for a student exchange program to represent her nation. But under the whole 'messages of friendship' thing, there's a rivalry. Veronica is here to dominate the exams and embarrass my school. Since I'm top of my year, her target is me, of course. I don't need your help to come out on top, obviously."
Dick nodded, leaning against the wardrobe, arms crossed. "Of course," he echoed. It was true—no shady tactic could break Emily's focus. She was no Jada. She played her games with precision, and school rivalry? Child's play for someone like her.
Emily's smirk deepened. "Well, I still want to embarrass their school for targeting me. I heard they're bringing a few 'studs' to 'distract me,'" she said, rolling her eyes with a scoff.
"They have no idea what they're walking into, do they?" Dick chuckled, already amused by the thought.
"None." Emily's eyes gleamed with mischief. "I wasn't planning on doing much about it. Honestly, it sounded too pathetic to bother with. But after seeing what you did with Jada, I figured, why not? I'd rather hit them where it hurts."
Dick thought as he looked at her. She already owed him once for the Jada thing, did she really want to do it again?
"You want to owe me a second time?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, his voice carrying a playful challenge.
Emily tilted her head, her sharp eyes locking onto his. She wasn't rattled by his question. If anything, she looked almost... amused. "What, you think I can't afford to?" she quipped back, a smirk playing on her lips.
"I think you're smart enough to know the price goes up with every favor," Dick said, keeping his tone light.
Emily wasn't the type to get caught up in a trap, and that's what made her dangerous. But it also made her intriguing.
"Veronica Halloway is a different game," Emily continued, "She's not like Jada. She won't crumble from a few mind games or a broken reputation. She's playing to win, and her entourage will keep her in focus. Your objective this time is not just to break her, but to isolate her. It won't be easy."
Dick leaned back against the dresser, arms crossed. "Sounds like they take this more seriously than your school does."
Emily smirked. "Exactly. They didn't even bother notifying me about any of this. I had to dig for the info myself."
"And you're sure you want to go through with this?"
"I'm sure." Emily's eyes glinted with determination. "She's a national champion in debate, top of her class in every subject, and from what I've heard, she's a master manipulator. She's not coming here to make friends—she's here to humiliate anyone standing in her way, including me. But she has weaknesses."
"Like?"
"Her confidence," Emily said, pacing slightly. "She's always been the best, untouchable in her little circle. But she's never faced someone like me, or someone like you."
Dick's lips curved into a slow grin. "And what exactly do you want me to do?"
Emily smiled, giving him a look-over, her eyes stopping at his cock for a few seconds. "Fucked to blissland so she can't focus on anything. When the exam day comes, she should be so horny for you that she can't even spell her name. Can you do that?"
Dick raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering in his eyes. "You want her that messed up?"
"More than messed up," Emily replied, her voice dripping with confidence. "I want her desperate. Needy. Clinging to you like you're the only thing that matters. While she's busy craving your cock, I'll be busy breaking every record they think she could beat. She'll lose everything—her focus, her pride, her reputation—all because she couldn't resist you. I know what motivates people. And trust me, once Veronica gets a taste of you, she won't care about anything else. Her mind will be a mess of lust, and I'll be the one standing at the top."
Dick chuckled softly, the idea rolling around in his head. "Sounds like you're stacking the odds in your favor."
Emily smirked, her expression cold. "I don't need to stack the odds in my favor, Dick. I'll top the scores this year, break record after record, and Veronica—her school's shining hope—will be beneath me. Completely crushed. She'll be nothing more than a footnote in my rise to the top."
Her words were laced with a calm arrogance, the kind that didn't come from confidence alone, but from knowing the game was already won. Emily didn't even consider failure an option. Dick admired that about her. Her cold, calculating mind, always ten steps ahead.
"You're really betting on me to be the one to bring her down," Dick said, pushing away from the dresser and moving closer to her. "She might be tougher than you think."
Emily's eyes met his, the flicker of a challenge dancing in them. "I know she's tough, but I also know you. You will break her. Even if it is just for me to owe you again."
Dick chuckled, pulling out clothes to finally dress. "Well, if you say so."
Emily rose from the bed, her gaze trailing over him once more. "She'll arrive in a week. I'll send you her profile, every weakness I can find."
Dick nodded, slipping into his shirt and jeans. "Consider it handled."
"Good," she replied. "Just don't get too attached. She'll fall for you, but it's your job to make sure she crumbles, not to give her a soft landing."
Dick smirked. "When have I ever gone soft?"
Emily's lips quirked, amused. "Never. And don't start now."
She turned to leave. But just before she left, she paused, glancing over her shoulder. "Oh, and Dick—make it messy. Make sure she knows she's lost everything to you before the exam even starts."
The door clicked shut behind her, and Dick stood there. Messy, huh? He could do that. After dressing up, Dick left his room and walked out of the estate, toward the next-door neighbor's house. . It had been a while since he'd last checked in, since the day he'd turned Samantha into his obedient plaything, bending her will to his so she'd serve her mother. He wanted to see if there had been any issues.
He reached the front door and knocked twicey. No answer. He knocked again, harder this time. Still nothing.
With a shrug, he tried the doorknob. It turned easily. "They really need to lock their doors," he muttered under his breath, stepping inside without hesitation. The smell of coffee hung in the air, the quiet hum of a television droning from the living room.
Entering the kitchen, Dick saw Samantha bent over the sink, washing vegetables. She wore a short skirt and a crop top, the apron hanging loosely around her waist, barely covering anything. Her ass was on full display, and the sight alone stirred something primal in him. Without a word, he moved behind her, his hand gripping the back of her neck as he bent her over the counter.
She gasped, startled at first, but quickly relaxed when she realized who it was. Her lips parted in a breathy gasp. "Master!" she chirped, her voice eager, full of excitement. There was no hesitation in her now—she knew exactly what he wanted.
He didn't waste time. His hand slid up her thigh, fingers brushing over the soft fabric of her panties, already damp with anticipation. A smirk tugged at his lips as he tugged them down, revealing her soaked core. Samantha shuddered, her body trembling under his touch, her ass pressing back against him as if inviting him in.
"You've been waiting for me, haven't you?" he murmured, his voice low, teasing. His fingers slid between her folds, feeling the heat radiating from her. She whimpered, her hips bucking against his hand, desperate for more.
"Yes, Master... I've been so good," she breathed, her voice shaky as she tried to hold herself still. "I've done everything you asked."
"Good girl," he muttered, his fingers curling inside her, finding that sweet spot that made her knees buckle. Her moans filled the kitchen, soft and needy, as he worked her over with ruthless precision. Samantha's breath hitched, her fingers gripping the edge of the sink, struggling to stay upright as he pushed her closer to the edge.
His free hand slid up her back, pushing her harder against the counter, her breasts pressing into the cool surface. "Stay still," he commanded, his voice firm, sending a shiver down her spine. Samantha whimpered, biting her lip to stifle a moan, her body trembling under his control.
When she started to buck her hips back against his fingers, desperate for more, he pulled away. Her frustrated whine was short-lived as he yanked her skirt up, positioning himself behind her. Samantha's breath hitched, her body trembling with anticipation as he pressed his cock against her slick entrance. Her fingers clawed at the countertop, barely containing her excitement.
"Yes, Master. Please..." she whimpered, her voice almost a whisper.