My principal was one lucky bitch. I envied her vagina for experiencing such pleasure.

That harlot.

I continued to rant in my head as I approached the steps to Aryiana's large home, clutching my notebook tight to my chest as Aryiana's butler opened the door, standing before me and making me jump.

"Ms. Winter, the ladies are waiting for you upstairs." He says with a deep monotonous tone. He stands just a bit taller than me, even though I was only about 5'5, he was rather short for a butler.

But then again that was probably just me being a butler prejudice-whatever that was.

I walked past him and made my way up the long carpeted steps where the flower painting on the door resembled Aryianas'.

I didn't bother knocking only to open up to see Sage with her hand in a big of chips, Violet laying down on Aryiana's bed and Aryiana herself walking around in nothing but a sports bra and shorts.

"Took you long enough, what's kept you?" Violet asks and my eyes widen as I try to find the words to begin. "What?" Sage asks and I close the door behind me.

"I have a secret." I mutter, was it really my secret? No, it was Mr. Valente's secret. But wasn't it technically my secret too because I was holding his secret? So it was a secret times two?

Oh I didn't know. I was confusing the hell out of myself.

Sage looked up from her chip bag and Violet sat up, "Speak child!" Aryiana urges and I walked towards them.

"I don't know where to begin, so I'll just let you guys read." I pause and pull out my notebook and toss it on Aryiana's bed, the three stare at it briefly before attacking it.

"Let me read it!" Sage begs and Violet swipes the journal from her hands. "No you leave grease stains all over the paper." Violet complains and Aryiana takes it from her hands. "And you sound like a college professor. Let me read it, since I have the sexiest voice." Aryiana insists wiggling her eyebrows.

"Girl, you sound like Morgan Freeman, shut up." Sage spats back and I take it from her hands. "How about I just read it since I wrote it? Any complaints?" I ask and they all gaze at each other and shake their heads.

"Alright then, sit." I instruct and begin reading from my journal...

She didn't know how she got herself into the situation. She didn't even realize how she got into the room. All she did know is that there was no turning back now. He stared at her with his intense blue eyes. Was he staring at her scar right above her lip? Was he staring at her lips. Wanting to taste...to devour.

"Bend over the desk," He instructs her with his carnal voice, causing an instant flood to pool between her legs. She doesn't move, she just stares at his expression hardens. "For a principal, you do not know how to follow directions. There is some discipline that needs to be taken place," He adds and with that he grabs a fistful of her hair, slamming her down into the desk.

She had no worry that they were being watched. The doors were locked and it was policy to knock before entering. Her body ached in a way that no one else could give her. She was so aroused that it almost pained her. She glanced back up at him, swaying herself from side to side, hoping to tease him. He was always so serious and showed no signs of compassion, just this dominant side and she loved it all at once.

She loved the sudden thrill it gave her as his large hands groped her ass and she let out a subtle moan. She bit her lip slowly, the ache between her legs now beginning to throb profusely. She needed attention

"Ian please," She whimpers and he spanks her again, making her body shudder and her eyes squeeze together. His erection is clearly visible as he continues his punishment. "You will call me Sir." He corrects as his hand makes contact with her ass once more.

I finish and gaze at my friends whose jaws are dropped. "Of course I exaggerated it some for obvious reasons, but you guys get the just of it." I add.

"Holy."

"Shit." Aryiana and Violet say together and Sage chews her potato chips slowly. "So Mr. Valente's real name is Ian?" Sage asks and Violet groans, "That's all you got out of that?" She asks in disbelief and Sage shrugs. "Mr. Valente is a freaking Dominant!" Aryiana cries out and Sage wags her finger. "Ah, ah, ah. Mr. Ian Valente is a Dominant." She corrects and we all suck our teeth at her.

"So Ms. Evelyn is his submissive or something?" Violet asks and Aryiana frowns, "Ms. Evelyn? Our teacher? That's who you were writing about?" Aryiana then asks turning at me and Sage rolls her eyes, "She said the scar above her lip, we all know Ms. Evelyn has one." Sage points out.

"You should've mentioned her man voice, I would have definitely got it then." Aryiana says, turning her nose up and Sage snorts through her nose. "Okay Morgan Freeman." She teases.

"Clearly Marley mentioned that she was a principal." Violet says and I giggle.

"I'm glad someone was listening." I finally murmur and sit down the bed next to Violet.

"So did they see you?" Sage asks me and I shake my head. "I think they would've held me captive in the classroom unless I promised not to tell if I did." I admit and Aryiana raises an eyebrow. "Or let you join their playtime." I cringe and pretend to gag. "Mr. Valente I don't mind. Ms. Evelyn might suck me up in her vagina and I'll be lost forever." I groan and Sage chuckles to herself.

"Heh, classroom, playroom. Heh, pun." She chuckles to herself and VIolet scrunches her face up. "That wasn't a pun. It was poor word play." She corrects and Sage chuckles again. "Play." She emphasizes the word and I roll my eyes.

"Guys! This is serious, what do we do?" I ask and Violet shrugs, "What do you mean? That's their private life." Violet says. "I will never understand how someone so fine can be with someone so....not-fine." Aryiana says cringing and Sage points her finger. "Now that's poor word play!" She says and I can't help but smile.

"Maybe you should try and observe them. Catch them in the act, write it all down and if they threaten you, you should tell them, use it for leverage." Sage says evilly and Violet gapes. "Marley is not going to use her gift for evil! She's going to leave it alone, right?" Violet asks, turning to me and I bite the inside of my cheek.

"I don't know Vi, this is big. I think I want to make a story out of it. Watch them and observe them like Sage said and write a forbidden erotic novel out of it. My first book." I say and Aryiana smiles, "Yeah and you should put it on Wattpad too!" She says and I nod. "I will. But I need your guy's help. If you guys see anything, tell me. I need all the information I can get." I say and the three nod.

"I feel like we're doing an evil mission. This is so exciting. We need code names!" Sage exclaims and I shake my head immediately. "I want mine to be Ary-Felio!" Aryiana squeals and Violet and I cringe at the same time, "That sounds like an STD name. No. No code names. Just a simply text and if something really intense goes down, text 9-1-1 in a group message." I instruct and Sage shakes her head. "No make it 4-1-1. You know how people say, 'What's the 4-1-1'?" She says and I comply.

"Perfect!" Aryiana says and turns to her closet. "Now we all need to look sexy for this party." She hums and I move towards the floor to take some chips from Sage. "Are you sure I should go without my glasses? I'll be blind as a bat and I don't want to walk around, rubbing on random people to try to get to the bathroom." Violet whines and Aryiana smirks, "They like it when you rub," She whispers and Sage gasps, "Who?"

"Boys!" Aryiana says in a matter of fact tone. "Ah, the opposite sex. Those I will never get acquainted with because to them, I look like I have two heads." Violet says in a sighed tone.

"You know what that means right, princess?" Aryiana says and Violet shakes her head. "You're special and one of a kind." Aryiana says with a wide smile and Sage snorts, "And a freak." Sage whispers and I nudge her. "Violet don't worry. We can be blind together and if it makes you feel better. You'll be the only person I'm rubbing on to find the bathroom. Guys look at me as if I have 3 heads." I assure and Sage snorts again.

"Freaks." And Violet throws a pillow at her. "Oh, I'm only teasing. Guys look at me as if I have no head. So we can all be sexy and ugly all together." Sage says glumly and Aryiana spins around, "Stop it! All of you! I hate when you put yourselves down like that!" Aryiana shouts and we all quiet.

Aryiana was not one to speak out about things like this, she usually teased and kept to herself. She was the pretty one out of us. "We're only making fun," Violet whispers and looks down at her bag. "No, you guys aren't. You joke around about how you guys feel about yourselves, even though you feel it's true. You're all beautiful. I don't hang out with bummy, dusty looking females. Only queens." Aryiana says and I look down at my journal, taking a pen from the spiral side and start to write. I was becoming far too uncomfortable.

I hear Sage start to say something but I nudge her again with my elbow and shake my head. "Don't," I plead silently. "Just let it be," I add and she falls her head back down to her chips.

The truth was, Violet, Sage and I always discussed about how we felt like we weren't pretty, but we didn't talk about it with Aryiana, fearing that she wouldn't understand...she couldn't. She was gorgeous. She always had all of the boys all over her since we were little. But we were different...we never got the attention. We were just ... there.

So we covered the pain with laughter and jokes.

"I hate how serious we're being. Somebody crack a joke." Violet whispers and Sage stretches and tosses the chip bag on my lap. "I have to take a shit." Sage announces and I wince. "Ew." I say. "So, not lady-like." Violet whispers and Sage chuckles. "You know you love it!" She sings and the two laugh as I turn at Aryiana who throws on a sweater. "Ary?" I call out and she glances up in the mirror to look at me without turning around. "Hm?" She asks and I lean forward. "Are you okay?" I ask and she pauses for a moment, swallows and puts her hair behind her ear. "Yeah. I'm cool." She assures and turns to sit down next to me, leaning down by my shoulder.

"Zachary really wants to meet you." She informs and I frown and sit up. "Really?" I ask and she nods with a wide grin. A guy? Wanted to meet me? An actual male that was older than 12 and not related to me in any way wanted to meet me? This had to be a joke-a hoax. Where's Ashton?

"Maybe the night of the party, you two can talk?" She asks and I delete the thought out of my mind and simply nod. I hated how I did that, just dismiss the idea, knowing that guys were only after one thing and one thing only. Well two things....cause they like to come back for seconds.

"Yeah I'd like that." I lie and turn back to my journal. Aryiana smiles at me and leans back down on my lap. She was just trying to be a good friend and I appreciated that.

But I didn't want to talk. I just wanted to write about pleasures that I could never experience myself.

Things seem to slowly fall into place as I noticed certain things began happening that only happened if something was meant to be.

I saw Ms. Evelyn lurking around the hallways towards Mr. Valente's room and I noted that down almost instantly. I noticed that she knew when he was around or when he was approaching. Her back would straighten and her head would fall down towards the floor as if she were thinking about something. I was curious to see if she came into the classroom the same time every day so I procrastinated just to tell. I also wanted to find out if he was sadistic, what his motive with it all was. I wanted answers. I wanted something to write about.

"Mr. Valente?" I say at the end of the period and I gather my things. "Yes Ms. Winter?" His voice would always seem to sound a tad more irritated when he spoke to me and I didn't know if that angered me or humored me when this happened.

"You gave me a 75 on the quiz, why is that?" I ask, as I toss the paper he had returned earlier onto his desk.

It was true. I, Marley Winter received a 75 on a Creative Arts quiz. How did anybody get below a 80? Me. But I will never know why or how that was even possible.

"It's clear you did not understand the curriculum," He replies, his eyes still glued to his computer screen and it infuriated me on how he wasn't even glancing up at a concerned student. Even though I was on another secret mission, this test grade did piss me off to the highest pistivity.

"What curriculum? This is a Creative Writing class." I remind and he rolls his tongue across his teeth and finally glances up at me. I clearly wasn't ready for that gaze because his intense glare almost knocks the wind out of me.

Damn those eyes. They were piercing. They could probably turn a human into stone if you stared long enough.

I didn't want to take the risk in finding out so I looked down at the paper, but I could feel his eyes on me so I continued. "You asked us rhetorical questions. Questions that had no known answer." I say and he interrupts me with his hand knocking up against his desk in a rhythmic motion. I guess he was getting agitated all over again and was doing it to soothe himself.

"So you had a problem with the questions? Well Ms. Winter if I must remind you. Who has the degree here, you or me?" He asks in his British accent and I bite the inside of my cheek.

How was that for a rhetorical question...

"That's not answering my complaint." I whisper and he chuckles. "How does one answer a complaint? I'm clearly the teacher so I asked you questions that did not take any overanalyzing to answer. I have observed just by one conversation with you that you overanalyze things. Some questions have basic answers. You would have easily aced the quiz if you had done simply that." He finally replies and I hated how he was correct.

I did overanalyze things because I felt as though life was too complicated to not have a complicated answer. I've always been like that, I think that's why I bumped heads with teachers so often. Because I was such a smartass and even though I was right, I always had to prove why I was right. I didn't like to be caught weak.

"Perhaps you need to stay after for studying." He offers and there's a sudden waver in his tone, he seems to be rushed.

"You just want an excuse to have me here so you can torture me in this....torture chamber." I mumble and mentally stab myself.

Now that was poor word-play.

Mr. Valente slowly smiles to himself and shakes his head and gaze back up at me, "I am not a teacher who tortures students." He announces to me.

Yeah, but you're certainly a Dominant who tortures submissives...

Oh stop it Marley!

"Maybe I do need tutoring. Certainly someone with such a high education like yourself could bestow some of your insight on a young scholar like myself," I say sarcastically with wide eyes and he seems almost humored. "Your sarcasm will get you nowhere Ms. Winter." He sings and I smile back innocently. "Lie. My sarcasm got me past 5th and 6th grade. My sarcasm could get me your job if I really tried." I say, folding my arms across my chest. "You need a degree to get my job." He states.

Or a whip.

"Touché, well you look like you're in a hurry. I'm sure you have a life outside of the wonderful students in this school so I'll be on my way." I say, grabbing my test and crumpling it into a ball and tossing it into the trash can.

"You're not keeping it?" Mr. Valente asks and I'm almost insulted by his statement. "No thank you. All the space on my refrigerator of all the tests I got a 75 or below on is all filled up." I say and he chuckles to himself.

"Have a pleasant night Ms. Marley." He says with a sigh and I grab my bag. "You too, Mr. Valente." I add and wave him off and just as I exit, I see Ms. Evelyn walking towards me.

I pause and glance down at my phone, 4:00 on the dot. I glance back up at Ms. Evelyn who looks anxious. "Are you alright Ms. Evelyn?" I ask and she flinches. "Yes-Yes I am. Do you have a meeting with Mr. Valente?" She asks me and I shake my head.

"Are you going to see him now? Is he in trouble? He's a very good teacher." I put on my dumb girl-student voice and she shakes her head. "No-No, he's not in trouble." She assures with a laugh and I smirk to myself.

No but she's in trouble...

"Well have a good night Ms. Evelyn." I call out and walk away from her. She has no time to reply, all I hear is the door close.

Which then made me wonder, was she getting punished? And if so, what for?

My mom and dad were home again and when I walked in, they had dinner already prepared. "Something smells good!" I say with a smile and walk in to see my parents preparing the table. "Is that chicken Parmesan, I smell?" I ask and my father smiles and pours our drinks. "We were hoping to have it all finished by the time you got here," My dad says and I kiss his cheek and take a seat in the chair I usually sit in.

My mother brings out our individual plates with our chicken Parmesan and asparagus. I smile to myself as I hear my stomach growling, the food smelt and looked delicious.

My mother took a seat next to me and we bowed our heads and quickly said our prayer.

"So how was your day?" My mom asked me as I quickly began to devour the food. "It was pretty good. I got invited to a party." I say and my father chokes on his water. "No." He boldly states and I drop my fork, "What do you mean no? I didn't even say that I wanted to go, and even if I did you didn't even think about it!" I say and my father shakes his head. "I already thought about it." My dad says I frown, "When?

"17 years ago when you were born. I said no boys, no birthdays with the opposite sex, no boys, no parties, no boys, no friends who are the opposite sex, no boys." He says with a simple shrug and I turn to my mom for help but she's already giggling.

"No boys for anything? What about my 10th birthday party when the neighbor came over- he was a boy!" I remind and my dad shrugs, "I didn't let him anywhere near you. When you were in the bounce-house, he was downstairs sitting next to his mother. When he was in the bounce-house, you were in your room." Well that certainly escalated quickly.

"So no boys anything? Do you want me to be a lesbian?" I ask and my dad shrugs. "Knock yourself out kid. That means there's a less chance of you getting pregnant. No grandkids means no hearing your mother about how old she feels. I already heard that when she turned 30 I don't need to hear it again." My dad explains and my mom sighs. "Let her go. It's her senior year and she needs to have fun. Don't you remember what our senior year was like?" My mom asks and my dad stares at me. "The memory of our senior days is sitting right across from me." My father mumbles and I notice he's referring to me and I choke on my asparagus- it giving me a visual.

"Please, I don't feel like reliving the 90s in your dorm rooms." I mumble and my dad shakes his head. "It wasn't in our dorm rooms. It was at the parties, which is why you're not going." My dad states and I roll my eyes. "Come on dad! Guys don't even look at me at school...I"m not considered pretty or popular you know." I remind, like I had to anyways.

My parents had to practically drag me out the house every second they could because I was such a loner. "What do you mean they don't look at you? I'm going to give them a piece of my mind. You look better than all of the little harlots are your school anyways!" My dad exclaims and I put my hand on my forehead and shake my head.

He was going from one extreme to the next. "Dad, can I go?" I ask with an exhausted sigh and he looks at my mother who squeals. "Yes you may!" My mom allows and I can't help but smile. "What's the theme?" My dad asks and I frown. "What do you mean?" I ask and he nods his head, "You know, a theme? Is it superheroes? Prince and princesses? What's the theme?" I groan as he says this.

My dad still thought I was 10 years old. "Dad, we're in high school. There is no theme, it's just music and dancing."

"Well I don't want you doing any of that." My dad mutters and I frown. "No music?" I ask in disbelief and he reaches in his pocket and tosses me his headphones. "Listen to your own music." He mumbles and I drop my fork again.

"Dad!" I shout and he throws his hands up in defeat.

"Fine, fine. Just be careful." He assures and I nod and look over at my mom who's still smiling. "Your first party! What are you going to wear?" My mom asks.

"A quilt." My father whispers and I ignore him. "Aryiana's picking it out for me." I inform her and my dad chokes again.

"Mother of God, help us now." He comments and I continue to ignore him. "Well take lots of pictures!" My mom requests and I nod. "No mirror pictures. Take a picture outside of a church or something." My dad asks and I ignore him again.

My parents have always been this way for as long as I can remember and I know for a fact that I wouldn't have it any other way.

"So what did your parents say?" Sage asks through the four-way conversation, Her, Aryiana, Violet and I were having. "They're cool with it. What about your parents Vi?" I ask and Violet stifles a groan, "They laughed. They didn't believe me at first so I think that's their way of saying, 'go ahead, get drunk, get laid, get something other than straight a's with no social life'." I know Violet's being sarcastic but I can't help but laugh. "This is so exciting, Friday needs to hurry up!" Aryiana squeals and I hear her faint music in the bathroom.

"Any news on Mr. V and Ms. E?" Sage asks me and I roll over onto my bed. "I think Ms. Evelyn got punished today, but I'm not sure." I say and Sage cackles, "Serves the bitch right!"

"Sage!" Violet exclaims. "What? I hate her. She gave me detention because she caught me eating gummy worms in the hallway. Like bitch what?" Sage reminds us and I smile. "When are you not eating?" I ask and I hear her laugh, "Exactly."

"Well do you have the plot yet?" Aryiana asks. "No, I'm still trying it figure out names. I"m typing the draft up on Wattpad right now." I tell them as I pull out my laptop.

"Ooh! I'll be the first to comment, you already know what my username is going to be." Aryiana tells me as I log into the website.

"Your STD name?" Violet asks and Aryiana is silent. "My amazing name yes." Aryiana mumbles. "Well mine will be Queen V." Violet tells me and I smile. I loved how they're supporting me, they always had but this was different.

"Mine will be Sage Enraged." Sage says and I roll my eyes. "Melo-dramatic as ever." I note and I hear her giggle. "One of us has to be!" She exclaims and I smile.

"Thank you guys for your support. I want to test Mr. Valente though. I just don't know how." I admit.

"Get under his skin. Say a BDSM term or something." Violet says.

"What does BDSM even stand for?" Aryiana asks.

"Bondage, Discipline, Sado-Masochism." I reply back and Aryiana's silent. "Well I'll be damned. But yeah, say a term or something." Aryiana agrees and I frown. "How do I bring that up in normal conversation?" I ask and Sage laughs.

"What is she going to say? 'Mr. Valente I'm sorry I was late to class. I'm unhealthy, I think I need to be whipped into shape'" Sage laughs and I raise my eyebrows even though they cannot see.

"Actually...that's not a bad idea." I praise. "That's actually pretty genius." Violet says and Sage cackles. "Hah! 1 smart point for Sage Enraged!" She praises and I begin typing my story on the website. "What should I name the story?" I ask them.

"I don't know. Everything seems to be happening so suddenly." Aryiana replies back. "Almost instantly. You should name it Impulse." Violet says. "No, that's a dumb name." Sage says, "You should name it Possession. Since it's all sexual." She adds and I shake my head. "Nah, that sounds like a scary movie." I point out.

"How about She? Since it's about Ms. Evelyn but no one will know, so it will be about her- or she." Aryiana asks and I decline that one as well. "What about Black N Blue? That will be the color of her ass by the time you're done writing it." Violet asks and I ignore that one as well. "What about Seduction?"

"Nah."

"Heels and Handcuffs? Since she's the boss and yet he is at the same time?" Sage offers.

"Nope."

"Damn bitch come up with something! This is far more difficult than you're making it." Aryiana says and I chuckle. "I'll think of something and let you guys know." I assure them.

"Fine. But I have to go, Momma Xing is here to visit." Aryiana says referring to her grandmother visiting from China. "Give her many kisses from us." Sage says. "Alright I will. See you guys tomorrow."

"Bye Ary-Felio." Sage teases. "Bye Sage Enraged. Bye Queen V. Bye Marley....We have to come up with a name for you." She adds and Violet agrees. "We'll work on it along with the title. Bye guys." I say and we say our farewells, leaving me to finally begin my first erotica.

~*~*~*~*~

Hello all! Well this was probably one of my longest chapters ever, my goal was to have it to at least 6 pages. It was a little over 5000 words, that's pretty kick ass if you ask me.

Hopefully one day I'll exceed that because I usually write short chapters but have over 40 of them per book. So I'm aiming for this book to be longer chapters- less chapters.

Anywhore, I really opened up a lot in this book and in case you didn't notice.....I included a lot of my book titles in this chapter and I felt like a badass doing it haha. Actually, I don't know if thats a clever or really sad...oh well! That was still some pretty kick ass word play.

Ooh!, I do have a new book called Heels & Handcuffs, about a woman whose ex-husband comes back in a new lifestyle...hint hint...(BDSM)

But anyways, I hope you guys know by now that this book just isn't going to be about sex. It will have steamy steamy sex since it's in the mind of Marley and she's one descriptive mother trucker. But this book is going to be pretty damn intense if I do say so myself. I already know a few big things that are going to happen that's going to make you guys hate me, but I think you'll like it. Thank you for almost 80 comments the last chapter.

Hopefully I'll update soon, I'm still slowly trying to come back into my zone and I've been forcing myself to write but I didn't plan to write this much. I guess I'm writing on......Impulse...HAH! *wipes fake tear and slaps knee* that was funny- just kidding it was lame.

Anyways, I love you guys. Thank you for your reads, votes and comments sugarfoots!

xo flower.