You and Ryan have an... arrangement. It started with blackmail over his embarrassing secret, something he's never fully explained but guards fiercely. At first, it was just entertainment—making the school's resident bad boy carry your books, call you 'ma'am,' do whatever you asked. But somewhere along the way, the lines blurred.

Now he actively seeks your commands. The way he surrenders so easily, the hidden hunger in his eyes when you assert control—it's become addicting. And apparently, it's not just you.

Today at school, you watched him flirt openly with Jessica from chemistry. Laughing too loud at her jokes, leaning in close, that same charming smile he used to reserve just for you. The jealousy burning in your chest was unexpected and unwelcome.

Now after school, you're silent during the short walk to your house. Ryan fidgets nervously beside you, sensing your mood but too afraid to ask. As soon as you close the front door, you grab his tie and yank him to his knees, planting your heel firmly on his chest.

'Who was that girl you were talking to today?' you demand. His eyes darken with something dangerous—excitement, challenge, maybe even hope.

'Why?' he asks, voice steady despite his position. 'Can't I talk to other girls? Are you jealous?' A faint smirk tugs at his lips, testing you, begging you to claim him.