The Runaway Sub (Book Three)

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I'm lost, just seeking to be found. Are you willing to find me?

-A. E

Darcy

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I stand on the balcony and stare at the thousands of tiny raindrops that hit against the grass beneath me. A smile graces my lips and I wrap my hands around my torso as I witnessed the beauty that is nature. Somehow; everything looked so beautiful, the grass is greener than usual and the rain gives the atmosphere a grey aura. The sky is the darkest grey I've ever seen and the heavy mist that surrounds me causes a shiver to run down the length of my entire being.

I'm draped in a thin, silk, white sheet that barely conceals my naked body and the harsh winds that blows against my tender skin causes my n*****s to tighten painfully. My messy hair lies flat against my shoulders but every once in a while it dances in circles around me.

I feel the presence of someone as they come to stand behind me and I bite in my smile as slowly, their hands encircle my waist. It's a tender embrace and I release a sigh as I'm pulled flush against them.

"I've missed you." Jane murmurs as she nuzzles my neck and I can't stop the giggles that escape me.

"I've missed you too."

Her hands tighten around me before slowly going over my exposed tips and I moaned as I turned to face her. The ringing of my cell distracted me from kissing her luscious lips and I groaned as I walked to pick it up.

"Hello?" I groaned, annoyed but there was no answer and the phone continued to ring loudly in my hand.

"Hello?"

I finally opened my eyes to see I was talking to my alarm clock and I quickly shut it off. Pressing my palms to my eyes I groaned again as I once more awakened from a dream about my ex.

Standing, I yawned loudly and stretched before heading to my bathroom. It was just after six and I had two hours to get ready for college. Stripping off my night attire, I stepped under the shower and allowed the warm water to wash over me. My outfit of the day was a pair of dark ripped jeans and my red polo jersey with matching sneakers.

The drive to campus was a slow, quiet one and I slowly pulled into the parking lot before heading into the building. I managed to avoid bumping into anyone and even though I've been at this place for a few months, I still didn't make any friends. I was a loner and I preferred it that way. It was just supposed to be me and Jane against the world but after she made it abundantly clear that she wanted to be left alone from her obvious absence, I decided that it would be better to not have friends.

I still knew majority of the people here but I preferred that we all go our separate ways until need be. My head was held high as I walked through the never ending halls towards my locker before I grabbed my necessary stuff. I scanned my schedule and noted I had psychology first so I veered in that direction.

The class was half empty and the few students were spread out as they did their early morning gossip sessions. My eyes spotted an empty combination towards the back of the huge classroom near another exit and I headed for it as I tried to ignore the people sitting just before.

"Well, well." One of the guys said and I suppressed my eye roll as I took a seat.

"If it isn't the university's newest fresh meat. You know, I've always wondered what black p***y taste like."

He leans over my desk and brings his face way too close for my liking and without conscious thought, my dominant side came out. I was out my seat in a flash and pressing his cheek to the desk as my hands held his painfully behind his back; my feet holding him in place. In this position he was completely vulnerable and his friends were sensible enough to step back.

"I'll give you one chance to walk away before I turn you into my personal piñata." I say sternly and wasn't surprised when I felt his head move against my palm.

I released him and he rushes towards the front of the class as I retake my seat. The entire room is stark quiet as everyone stares at me and I plug my ear with loud rock music as the lecturer walks in. For the majority of the session I focused on my music and the class assignment but got bored after some time since my work was already done.

I got up and dropped the work onto the lecturer's desk before heading to the nearest bathroom to give my face a wake up call. I push open the door to the furthest ladies room; one that only a few girls use and head to the last sink. I wash my hands and face and I'm thankful that I'm not wearing any makeup.

One of the stall doors open and I recognized a girl from the club I worked at. She was one of the rich clients who liked to spend money to be embarrassed and f****d but here she acted like the queen of the college. I ignore her and wipe my hands on a tissue and she comes to stand next to me.

"Hey."

Looking up I gave an expressionless look before responding. "What?"

"You're Lady Faye... right?"

"Not when I'm here... I thought you don't speak to people." I end as I tried to walk away but she blocked my exit.

"I was wondering if you do house calls?"

"Do I look like a f*****g slave girl or some damn sub to you?"

"I-I."

"I'm a dom, so don't ever get it twisted. I say what, when, where, and how much and all you w****s gotta do is obey. Am I clear?"

I watch as she completely becomes a submissive and her gaze goes to the floor as she whispers yes. I contemplated just walking out and heading to my next class but somehow my day was always boring and somehow I always ended up in these situations. I grab her by her beautiful sky blue tie and drag her to the same stall she vacated before slamming the door shut.

I know that doing whatever we were about to was not only risky but impulsive but I didn't care in the least. I held both her hands above her head as I spread her thighs apart and pushed her shirt above her breasts to reveal she was braless. I smile; the first of many since seeing her before I take a taunt pink tip into my awaiting mouth. She moans slightly and my free hand sneaks past the protective layer of her mini skirt to find that she was already wet.

"Oh you dirty f*****g w***e. You like to be treated like a piece of s**t don't you?"

She nods her head as I massage her wet folds and I pinch harshly, gaining a loud scream.

"Yes what?" I snap as I bit her ear.

"Yes lady Faye."

I continue to massage her clit before slipping two fingers inside and soon, she's a gasping mess.

"Oh yeah... please... please make me cum." She begs and I bite her n*****s as I slip another finger into her already tight cunt.

"Beg for it."

"Please. Please make me c*m. I can't wait any longer."

I force her mouth into a demanding kiss as I increased my rhythm and she cums just as I gave her permission. The bells sound loud in our ear and she starts to fix her clothing but I press her hands to her side as I smirk at her.

"I gotta get to class." She whispers.

"What kind of a greedy slut are you? I make you c*m and now all you wanna do is leave?"

"I-"

I shove her towards the floor as I take off my jeans and undies and prop a foot onto the closed toilet seat. Grabbing a fistful of hair I pull her towards my dripping cunt and she whimpers at the harshness but gets to work immediately. I know she's good at eating people out because I've had her before and I knew she liked to be treated like this.

I held her face to my cunt and a loud moan escapes me as I relish in the feelings of her hot tongue as she delved in and out, slowly causing me to slip from reality. Moving my hips rapidly against her face, I barely contained my scream as my o****m rips through my body. She's as good as I remembered and I needed a minute to come down from my high. She patiently sits on her knees and I see my juices glisten on her mouth. Smiling, I pull her up and plant a quick kiss before putting my clothes back on and heading out the ladies room.

I don't even know why I called it that because the things we just did was no where near ladylike. I smiled as I entered my next class and took my seat and watched as the people around me were none the wiser.