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“You saw who came in that building right?”

“Stephanie.” You both said in unison.

“Right. Did you run into her?”

“Yeah, she came to his dorm.”

“And the streets are sayin’ she been messin’ around with Tre for a while now and she not the only one.”

“We just talkin’ for now.” You buckled your seatbelt and turned on the radio for some background noise. The pitter-patter of the rain on the hood of the car brought you back to earth. The high of the last few hours finally left your lungs and your senses cleared. You still had the smell of his cologne and dried semen on you. What was once a turn on in the most primal way made you feel dirty. You could still feel the wetness between your thighs instinctively making you cross your legs at your ankles. You couldn’t help but agree silently. This was Trevante. The campus favorite. ‘She’s just a girl from class.’ Really? You looked straight avoiding your friend’s occasional glances of worry as you spoke again. “I’m not takin’ him serious. We’re just classmates. He likes me. At least he claiming to. But I don’t know what to feel or say about that.”

“Y/N, I love you. You know that. And I’m never going to judge you regardless of the circumstance. You know that. But I’m gonna ask you a question and be honest with me.” You braced yourself for her next sentence. Rolling your neck in discomfort, you pretended to scroll through your phone. “Are you havin’ sex with him?”

“Seriously?”

“That says everything I need to know.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I don’t mean this as if I’m tryin’ to come at you. I promise you I’m not. Y/N, please… just be careful with him. He’s trouble. Yes, we know he’s fine as hell and we always joked about him being a hoe, but he can be a really bad influence.”

You put your hand on the dashboard and finally look directly at her again. “Mia what do you know?”

She grew silent. Her knuckles grew white as she gripped the steering wheel and made a left then another left down the street. Her braids were brushed over her shoulder toward the driver side door and the grey hoodie she had on was speckled with now drying spots of rain. She sighed and glanced at you before looking back at the road. “He degrades women. Makes them cheat on their partners. Records it. Threatens to send it to them. Girls coming to classes with bruises they can’t explain. Gets so jealous when he sees his girl with other guys.”

You have no idea the depths I plan to take you to. The words that had just made you wet now made your blood grow cold. “He’s into some…kinky stuff. And I just so happen to be into some of those things too.” Your face was hot in embarrassment, but you continued explaining. “But he’s respected my limits and hasn’t made me do anything scary. Yeah, I’ve been sore, but I haven’t had any bruises and I’m single so he wouldn’t have anyone for me to cheat on.” 

Mia pulled into the parking lot of your dorm. She turned the engine off and took the key out the ignition. “I’m not kink shaming. If you like it rough, hey, more power to you. Bitch I like that shit too. But, just be careful with him Y/N. You don’t know what he’s willing to do to get what he wants.”

“How do you know this?”

“Remember the Lambda that put me in the car when I was drunk at the frat party?”

The Footstool

Trigger Warning: The following scene contains themes of power dynamics, consent, and intimate activities. The scene also reveals concerning behavior, including non-consensual recording of intimate moments with another person (Y/N). it demonstrates manipulative and potentially abusive behavior patterns that could be triggering or distressing for some readers. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Trevante was leaning against the wall when the elevator arrived at his floor. His eyes were fixated on his phone, scrolling intently. He was getting annoyed that he couldn’t find it. He knew he hadn’t deleted it — he wasn’t that careless. He cautiously slid his dorm key in the keyhole and unlocked it.  He paused. He could still hear the music he left playing. He took a deep breath before opening the door taking time to adjust his du-rag. Tossing aside his tank top and shorts, he tucked your underwear into the waistband of his. Thoughts of your lips, gentle touch, and tearful eyes flooded his mind. He grabbed a small cup of ice from his mini-fridge and took a sip of his remaining sweet iced tea. He grabbed a pair of black latex gloves and put them on. The pop of latex made her flinch. He lowered the volume slightly “Yes It Is” by Leon Thomas spilled from the speaker mixing with muffled pleads. With a sigh, he glanced towards his bed with a blank stare. "You better not have moved since I left."

Stephanie was knelt on the cold, unforgiving floor, bare skin exposed only in her underwear. Her arms trembled as she held a heavy textbook stretched out in front of her in an uncomfortable display of submission. There was another book on her head threatening to fall at the slightest movement. Sweat beaded on her forehead slowly trickling down her face but she remained motionless. Her expression a mask of stoic determination. The thick black straps of the ball gag in her mouth dug into her flushed red cheeks. It had made her drool profoundly all over herself. He callously tossed a towel at her knees. “Still hangin’ in there huh wet mouth? You’re a fuckin’ mess bitch look at you. Hair all over the place. You always look this sad and pathetic?”

The sensation in her knees had long since faded, replaced by a dull, throbbing ache that threatened to overwhelm her. Every fiber of her being screamed for relief, for the tiniest shift in position, but she managed. Last time she moved during a punishment, he face fucked her so hard he bruised her throat and couldn’t sit right for a week. A tremor ran through her body, causing her to bite hard on the red rubber ball. She groaned and cursed again. His voice cut through the silence. His tone laced with a mixture of disappointment and barely contained anger. "You know I don't tolerate disrespect," he stated, his words hanging heavy in the air. "especially in front of other women." The implication was clear – this was as much about humiliation as it would be about physical endurance.

Her muffled words were barely audible. "Tre please I’m sorry!"

“Huh? I can’t fuckin’ hear you. You’re gettin’ this floor all wet. Kneel on the towel.”

She shuffled onto the towel while he put on his robe and walked over to her. Carefully. A snake slithering towards its prey. Prey unable to do anything but watch on in terror as it approaches. Fate. She already knew he’d discipline her in some new, creative way—not entirely in a way she’d initially be pleased with. He knew how to make her beg for mercy in all the best and worst ways. Her arms trembled as sweat dripped into her eyes.

"Coming up here... acting all big and bad. You big and bad huh Steph?" He held his hand above her textbook, signaling her to meet the new height. She complied, wincing. She tried to speak again. Blathering and dripping more fluids on herself. He grabbed her face. Pressing the book on top of her head. “That mouth just can’t stop huh? You nasty little bitch. Get off the towel.”

She got off and he yanked it wiping all the saliva off her face and body. He took off the ball gag at last and she gasped taking in a deep breath of air. He wrapped the contraption in the towel and put it aside. “You think you tough huh Steph?”

"No, Tre... please it wasn’t like that. I didn't know someone else would be here. Please, I'm sorry."

Ignoring her, he took a knee beside her, grabbed an ice cube from his cup, and pressed it against her lips. “I’m gonna work every single hole of yours startin’ with this mouth. Open.” Stephanie parted her lips, allowing him to place the ice in her mouth. The cold sensation stole her warmth as it started to melt. Tre licked the sweat from her neck. Her pleasured sigh caused the book on her head to wobble slightly. He chuckled, amused. "That's my girl." He pointed one finger in an upwards position towards the ceiling in front of her face and slowly motioned it towards his. She carefully turned to look at him as commanded. He studied her deep hazel eyes and the discomfort etched on her face—furrowed brows screaming how uncomfortable she was. He knew her knees were numb, bruising. Trevante offered another ice cube, which she accepted. As she swallowed the accumulated water in her mouth, the intensifying cold made her squeeze her eyes shut and groan in pain.

"Look at me." He fed her another ice cube as she struggled to hold them all. "Melt that ice, Steph. Your spicy mouth always gets you in trouble. You don't listen. You sure as hell don't learn.” He scoffed before continuing. “But you know how to use that brain when it counts." She groaned working the ice in her mouth as he walked behind her and caressed her backside. "Coming in here with my favorite color underwear too? Steph, Steph, Steph... what we gon’ do with you this time?" He rubbed one on her nipple. The cold against her piercing made her flinch and get goosebumps. He kept rubbing the ice till it melted then licked and sucked them warm again. She moaned before sticking her tongue out showing it was all gone.

Finally, he removed the book from her head. She breathed sharply through her nose grateful to relax her neck. With a pleased smile, he grabbed two pillows from the bed and tossed them to her. "Put that book down. Relax those arms. Kneel on these pillows. Hurry up before I change my mind." Stephanie placed the pillows beneath her melting in relief as her aching joints found comfort. He held her jaw for a moment. Admiring her. Sweaty and tired. His thumb brushed over her lips. “Let’s play Scuba Diver.”

“You remember how that went last time?” She sat on the heels of her feet with a raised brow. “Please Tre not so rough this time.”

He stood again. He grinned remembering the time in question. Her eyes were bloodshot, tears streaming down her face, so sloppy. Stroking his hard bulge, he finally pulled out his member. “How I’m feelin’ right now I can’t promise you that. You fucked up. Bad. And said I was gonna work every hole of yours, didn’t I? Shut there fuck up and open that mouth for me.”

“No please?” She grinned, opening wide with her tongue out again. “I bet you tell her please.”

He slid himself far down her throat enough to make her gag holding it there for a few seconds before pulling it out and slapping it on her lips. He slapped her hard before grabbing her by her jaw. “Remember your place. All your mouth know to do is talk and get wet for me. Drool for me bitch.” He slid back in thrusting himself in and out pinching her nose. She stroked his balls with one hand her other on his thigh slapping it whenever she needed to come up for air. She used her spit to massage them and stared deep in his eyes. Trevante let out a satisfied groan. Down and up. Down and up. Begging for air. He loved her at his mercy. Her life in his hands. His member covered in bubbles and saliva. The tears streaming down her cheeks made him curse under his breath. “There you go. Let it out. That’s it. Don’t hold it back either.” He pulled himself out of her mouth, stroking himself in front of her. The latex of the glove sliding effortlessly up and down his shaft. “Let’s break your record.” Stephanie took a deep breath before he slid in and held her nose. “One…Two... Three…” he watched lovingly as her face turned pink to red. Her eyes widening. Her nails digging into his thigh before slapping it frantically. 

What a precious thing trust is. Stephanie Stephanie. Giving me all this power. If I lost her because of you. Ima ruin your life. Months. Years of progress down the drain. Cause of your stubborn ass. I’ma turn Y/N out just like you. Train her just like this. And make you…

He let go of her nose at last and pulled out letting her get a big gasp of air. “There you go. Breathe. Slow. Breathe. Twenty-two seconds. You’re getting so much better at that game. I’m proud of you. Open up. Catch it.” He grabbed her jaw spitting into her mouth and watched her swallow it. He put his dick back in his boxers walking over to his ice cup and drinking the melted water. He placed some of the last bits of ice in his hand and put them in her mouth.

“Open those books Steph. Lemme see what you studied last night.”

She opened her textbook, arranging her highlighted notes and math equations on the floor before her. Quickly brushing her hair behind her ears, she tried not to drip water on the pages. Though a few drops escaped her tender lips. She swallowed the last of the ice, her mouth now numb. Her gluttony got the best of her. She looked up at him pouting. "I'm sorry, Tre. I'll be good."

"Ah," he let out a low, insulting laugh. Clearly unfazed by the show she was putting on. "you gon' be good for me, huh?"

She smirked. "Yes, daddy I promise."

"Is that right? ‘I promise.’ You not actin’ tough anymore?"

"No, daddy."

"What are you?"

“Your footstool.”

He firmly grabbed a handful of her hair. She rose up, gritting her teeth in pain. She clawed at his hand. Through clenched teeth, he spoke in her ear, "What the fuck are you here for?"

"To serve you." she cried. "To excel. To be a better me. This is for my own good."

“Again!”

“This is for my own good." She groaned clawing at his fingers. 

“And where’s your place?”

“Under you Tre. Always under your foot. Always.”

He kissed her temple ferociously working down the curve of her jaw. He breathed her in sharply. Practically able to smell her fear and excitement. He shoved her head letting go of her hair finally. You make me wanna put your fuckin’ head through a wall way more than I should admit. But I’m so fuckin’ proud of you. Look at what I’ve made you. He thought, but instead said, “I’ve trained you well, haven’t I? Take them panties off and bend over. Poke that ass out for me.”

Quickly taking off her underwear, she made a diamond with her hands on the floor and rested her forehead in the middle. Back arched as deep as possible. Trevante grabbed a bottle of lube from his nightstand. Meticulously pouring long streams down landing between her tense ass and dripping down between her lips.

“That’s cold Tre damn!”

“Shut up. You deserved that. You deserve all of this.” He used each of his hands to probe and please her. Rubbing her clit with one thumb while he rubbed her tight hole with the other. Stephanie moaned and cursed pulling away only for his index fingers to twist into their respective holes. She gasped not expecting the sudden double penetration.

“Tre… oh … fuck… oh god yes please please just…. Mmm fuck yes like that. Deeper.”

She bucked against his fingers. Hungrily trying to take more inside her. The way all of her orifices seemed to bloom open for him. Enticing him. "Greedy little bitch always takin’ what you want." he murmured, his voice a blend of approval and something darker. "You want it that bad?"

“Yes please.” She gyrated her hips working him. He marveled at how he disappeared inside her. Effortlessly. He put two fingers in her ass and she moaned louder, her breathing shallower as she stretched compensating.

“Read that review sheet you were supposed to bring over. How we gonna pass if you can’t focus.” She turned through her pages and found the papers she’d been up for hours working on. Gathering herself, she started reading from the top of the page. He removed his finger from her warm slippery holes for a moment. He took his dick out again just right so his boxers were still on and put on a condom. Just then, he found the video he’d been looking for on his phone earlier. It was you. Earlier in the library. Frame after frame of you taking it from behind danced across his pupils. He stroked himself watching you squirt all over your chair. He made sure it was on mute as it looped over and over. Another of you, from the back while he sat on you pouring wax on your ass moments ago. He had to be even more creative hiding the camera that time. Resting the phone on Stephanie’s back, he brought her up more on her hands and knees. “This phone drops you will know pain you hear me?” He whispered in her ear pulling her loose curls into a ponytail, he held it firmly with one hand.

“You know I love when you make it hurt Tre. Don’t tease me like that.” She cooed glancing over her shoulder. 

“Don’t I know you best?” He rubbed his fingers over her asshole before replacing them with the head of his dick. His fist gliding over his shaft. Pressing against her hole until it finally gave way, accepting him in like a warm hug. He groaned as he grabbed her hip. “Breathe through it. Nuh uh don’t run this is exactly what you were beggin’ and actin’ up for. Relax. Relax. Shhhh… That’s right. There you go…”

She pulled away cursing and whining only for him to pull her back and sink in deeper. She groaned with every inch mixed in with gradual pleasure. He knew she would be tight. It had been weeks since they’d fucked like this. He could see her small lavender vibrator peering from her bookbag and grabbed it. He rolled it over her aching clit and could feel her instantly relax. His pelvis clapped against the ripple of her ass. She was in complete ecstasy now. The sensation of every vein. Every ridge. “That’s my greedy bitch. Look at you. Play with that pussy and throw it back.”

He poured more lube as he matched her pace. Eyes fluttering. She worshipped him. Sung his name only making him harder. Only making him dig deeper. He took your underwear from his waistband and pressed it to his face. He took a deep breath. His whole body flexed. He watched you. So engulfed in the moment he could almost hear your moans over hers. Seeing your skirt bouncing and climaxing before him almost made him cum fast. But he paced himself. He held your underwear in his mouth, tossed the phone aside grabbed her hips with both hands, and fucked her like the dog everyone told you he was.

Post-Credits

That was a lot I’m sure but I’ll ask make sense soon. The depth I’m trying to add to Trevante is like a pot of soup boiled on the stove for hours at a time. The flavor deepening and building in complexity. As usually please let me know your thoughts below and I appreciate all of your support. Your girl has a whole big girl job and racking up these degrees behind the scenes. Writers block has been so real. But I’m here. I love y’all - Chrysanthemum 🌸💕

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