Nightmares

Sky High had been buzzing with energy, fear of the new girl, who’s powers were rumored to be capable of bringing the entire city to its knees, and the disappearance of Warren Peace were all anyone could talk about.

“It’s been a week Layla. Don’t tell me not to worry.” Will practically shouted.

“I’m sure there’s an reasonable explanation for his absence. He’ll probably be back in school Monday with some crazy story about where he’s been, and we’ll all laugh. It’s not like there are that many people out there that could actually hurt him Will. He can stand toe to toe with you and still walk away at the end of the fight.” Layla tried in vain to comfort her boyfriend.

“No… something is wrong. He wouldn’t have just up and disappeared. He wouldn’t do that.” Will demanded, striking the locker door and bending it in half around his fist. He didn’t care about the damage to the school, all he cared about was finding his friend in one piece. There was a knot of fear in the bit of his stomach, and he was sure it wasn’t just a side effect from Dominique’s power.

***

Warren licked his parched lips, he’d woken chained to the bed again, his head aching. He felt different somehow, detached, as if everything around him wasn’t really there. She had become the only real thing to him. “Why am I chained?” He mumbled, weakly pulling against the metal links

“It’s time for you to wake up. If I sent you back to school in the state you are in now… they would know you have been tampered with.” Claire stated, pulling her hair up into a loose bun at the back of her head.

Suddenly everything came back into focus, the pain in his head and his body, the memory of why there was pain… and the realization that both himself and the woman he despised were naked. He began to struggle against the bonds, thrashing his upper body in the attempt. “You didn’t have to wake me up for this.” He spat.

She smiled as she watched him struggle. “Oh yes, yes I did my little puppet. I wanted you to feel this, not just blindly accept it.” Sliding onto the bed she began to run her fingers across his skin, feeling him tense under her touch.

“Don’t touch me” He growled, trying to twist away from her.

She paid him no mind, wrapping her fingers around his thickening organ and squeezing gently.

His breath was coming more quickly, small mews of both pleasure and humiliation leaving his lips. His junior year was not suppose to be like this. “Stop…” He pleaded breathlessly, “I don’t… I don’t want this…”

Laughing softly she straddled his hips, her hand still working on his staff. He was hard, but she wanted him aching for more before she rode him

Warren saw his out, through pleasure clouded eyes, he knew how to keep himself intact. Allowing his breath to become shallow and fast he concentrated on the fire burning in the pit of his stomach. A groan of need tore from his chest as his jewels tightened.

She had been watching him, waiting, she knew when he was so close it would hurt him to stop, the instant before he spilled his seed her hand stilled. Her fingers putting pressure on his base to stop his explosion just moment before he reached it.

Warren’s head snapped up and he glared at her, his breathing still heavy.

She only smiled as she waited for the fire in him to cool enough that she would be able to ride him. “I want to make sure you last Warren. I will not have you shooting off the moment you feel me around you.”

He growled, words failed him, there was nothing he could say that would express his feeling at that moment.

“And if it is over too quick we’ll just have to keep trying till you get it right. I still have all weekend.” She added as she slowly slid him into her wet tight opening.

He inhaled sharply, clenching his teeth. He hated her, hated the way she felt around him, all he wanted to do was explode within her and be done with it. But he knew she would be true to her word, do it right the first time, or spend the entire weekend being raped by a mad woman.

She moaned as she began to slowly rock back and forth, rubbing her jewel against his pelvic bone for extra stimulation. Her nails dug crescents into his skin as she rode him, feeling his body tense against his own swelling need.

Warren was finding it hard to breath, and then she began to contract around him, her body trembling in the flood of her orgasm. It was so much, to much, he needed release.

“I’m not done with you yet.” She panted as the waves of pleasure washed over her. She wanted him to suffer, wanted him to fail. It had been a long time since she had been able to torment someone sexually and she wanted it to last.

He whimpered, teeth clenched and tried to take his mind of his own rising need. He was so close and she wasn’t giving him time to come down from the panicle he was so close to tumbling from. He forced himself to take slow even breaths, his eyes closed tightly as he forced his body to comply.

She rode him hard and fast, her second and third climaxes rushing over her with the force of a tsunami. Finally she was finished with him, ready to end the little tryst. She was disappointed that he had succeeded, but she knew it was for the best. “Now you may my puppet.”

A choked cry tore from his chest as he exploded deep inside her. The sensation had been painful and exhausting, his head rolled to the side as darkness overtook him.

***

Will couldn’t shake the feeling that something was very wrong, but he couldn’t convince his friends that he was imagining things. Walking down the halls toward his final class of the day he saw Coach Boomer and Principle Powers talking outside the door to one of the detention rooms.

“She’s off the charts, if she goes the way of her parents…” The coach was saying.

“It is not our place to judge students based on their parents Boomer. She could still turn into a powerful ally to the super hero community.” The dark haired woman chastised.

The door to the room opened and Dominique stepped from the white room with a blank expression.

“Thank you for agreeing to be tested Dominique.” Principle Powers said with a smile. “You can go ahead to your next class now.

The blond girl shrugged and slung her bag over her shoulder. They had no idea what she was capable of, what kind of monster her parents had created, yet still they feared her. As she walked down the hall she was aware of the fact that she was being followed, how could she not be, he thought so loud. But she ignored his presence, choosing to walk to class in silence.