Let Me Be Your Slave

Savannah

Moonpie hugged the pretty girl on his side, shooting Damon a look that—if I can read douchebags—I would say meant ~careful~.

Since I did read Percy Madis better than anyone else on the planet, and that’s exactly the look he gave me.

Damon plucked the girl who was still trying to eat his face off him and winked at me.

I rolled my eyes back and faked a gag that made Percy laugh.

Moonpie went to Damon’s side, and Percy and I took the other end of the table.

“So should we make this more fun and put some money on it?” Damon popped a Tic Tac and licked his lips at me.

“What do you think, Percy? Should we dabble in some illegal activities such as gambling?” I took a sip of my Capri Sun.

“Well, we are dipping our toes in the illegal activities such as underage drinking…might as well, yeah?”

We toasted our red Solo cups and chugged them down.

“Alright then, so how about ten dollars a cup?” I offered a fair bet—we didn’t have that much cash on us and I was thinking I wasn’t going to be any good at the game anymore.

Damon chuckled; the girl he was kissing started playing with her hair and hanging on his arm.

“How about a hundred a cup?” He reached in his back pocket and pulled the chain on his wallet, whipping it to his hand and pulling out a stack of cash.

“How about not, asshole. Ten dollars a cup, take it or leave it. We don’t have to play with you.”

Damon’s smile grew to that cocky smirk.

“Oh, Shortcake, you know you love to ~play~ with me.” He tapped his knee and blew me a kiss.

I don’t embarrass easy, but that made my face light up like a firecracker.

I turned away to hide the red heat that was seeping into my cheeks and acting like I was just putting my stuff down.

“Aw, come on now, Shortcake, don’t hide that rosy blush from me. After all…I have seen so much more.”

The color drained, leaving me as white as paper and had that fire settle in my belly.

“Enough shit talking, ~little D~. You can’t psych me out. Now, let’s get this started.”

The use of the nickname his brother had enlightened me to made Moonpie spit his drink out in the face of the girl at his side, and made Damon shove the girl off him in a fit.

Percy cleared his throat beside me, holding out a hair tie hanging on his pointer finger.

“Did you plan this?” I take it, pulling my hair up and out of my face.

My mom used to joke about me being like Betty Cooper from Riverdale in that sense.

When I wanted to focus, my hair went up.

“No, just came prepared.”

He then handed me my earbuds. My soundtrack of party jams hit my core and I was ready.

Before when I played, I was a Beast—I won every time and never missed a shot.

This was my setup: Percy at my side, my hair up, and my music in.

I bobbed my head to the beat of “Sparks Fly” by Hey Violet. I tuned out the world around me; I went into my zone.

Percy placed the white ping pong ball in my hand, and I rolled it around, feeling the smooth plastic slip between my fingers before I tossed it in the air a few times.

“Are you ready for me, Angel?”

The look in Damon’s eyes made me want to annihilate him as my opponent, then throw him in a dark room and ravage his body, taking what I want to get me off and leave him behind.

That sounded perfect.

Kicking his ass then taking that ass.

~No! Bad Savannah!~

When the lead singer came on, I made my move, my first throw; it landed swiftly in the third row of red cups.

“Balls back.”

Mine and Damon’s eyes never lifted from each other.

My second toss hit the first cup with a soft splash.

“Balls back.”

I could feel it, that warmth growing inside me and my fire taking over.

My third toss hit the second row and swirled around three cups before dropping in.

“Balls back.”

Percy gave me a square pretzel and smiled so proudly.

Damon was getting pissed.

My next shot hit directly into the cup, and without another word, Damon knew he was going down.

Damon and Moonpie had two cups each in their hands, chugging the contents down. My idea generator lights up, and I get the idea to go for the death cup.

With a slight reposition, I send my white ping pong ball flying, and with a roll of the rim that felt like it went in slow motion, it sank into the liquid with a drop.

Percy screamed “ohhhhhh!!” and fist pumped the air before picking me up and shaking me.

I think he likes the idea of kicking Damon’s ass at beer pong—well, kicking his ass in general—far too much.

Setting me back on my feet, Percy handed me my drink back, taking the earbuds out for me like some type of classy personal assistant.

Like I was some weird athlete and this was my sport, like he was taking my gloves off or my helmet or something.

Setting it back in some prize-winning velvet lining case like this was the pinnacle.

“So let’s see, that’s ten dollars a cup, and oh, you didn’t get a chance to get a single one. How terrible.”

I pouted my lips and leaned over the table.

Moonpie’s girl had left after he spat in her face, but Damon’s girl seemed to stay at his side.

“Rematch,” he growled.

“No,” I whispered through my lashes.

The white line of his lips showed how pissy he had become from losing to Percy and me.

I was hoping he would blow up and I would have the honor to deflate some of that ego.

Knocking him off his golden little pedestal had become one of my favorite things to do. No matter how long I went from it, I am noticing I jump at the chance whenever I get it.

Which...I need to work on.

“Dance with me,” he countered.

His full lips came back out, the dark pink color of them filled up again and the way he looked at me, I knew he wanted to.

But I’m broken.

And this hit a nerve, a flash of fear busted my little triumphant moment, I tensed.

Dancing went with singing, which went out the window when the car hit the median and fell off the bridge into the water.

It took my smile, my laugh, and my world.

“No, keep your fucking money. Just take a favor off your bullshit list. Let’s go.” I grabbed Percy and spun us. I wanted out of here.

I felt suffocated by the memories and wanted to step back.

But, unfortunately for me, I had some fans at the party.

A boy was shoved in front of me before I could move away from the table.

He was stumbling and tripping at my feet, looking up at me from his knees with wide eyes and this look of awe brushed on his sweet face.

The kid looked like a little puppy, the way his hair hung down like the kind of dogs with the long ears, his eyes wide like a begging little pup at the table.

He was cute, not in the same way as Damon, but he had things going for him.

“I-I-I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to, I-I’m, I, err, wow you’re gorgeous, you’re really here. Wow.”

He stayed on his knees in front of me. I looked at Percy silently asking who this kid was.

I didn’t think he was a senior like us, but it’s not like I knew everyone either.

“Reid, what are you doing?”

Percy looked at him, cutting his eyes from me to him like he knew what was going on.

“She’s here. She’s right here. I love you.”

I gawked, stuttering as the music died down and all the eyes fell on us.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. I just, wow. You really are here and...can I show you something?”

His face was like a kid at Christmas, staring up at me with all this excitement.

This twinkle in his eye like I was the best thing he had ever seen, like I was his personal Disneyland.

“Show me something?” I repeated slowly, looking down at him with curiosity and caution.

“Yes, in my room. Upstairs.” He nodded far too eagerly.

His hand pointing straight up, he refused to take his eyes off of me.

“You...want me to go to your...bedroom so you can show me something?”

~Spoiler alert, it’s his dick.~

That’s what he wanted to show me.

“Yes, oh that sounds perverted, doesn’t it!? No! I didn’t mean, I’m sorry, I just, I practiced this but I’m messing it all up.

“Hi, my name is Reid Daniels and I have been in love with you since your first show. I was hoping I could show you…”

“I’m not just some random guy trying to get you in my bed, I love you. I can show you. Can I please show you?”

Still on his knees in front of me, still begging like an innocent sweet little puppy.

“Sweetheart, I, that is very sweet for you to think you...love me, but I, I don’t sing anymore. And I was just going. But it was so nice to meet you, Reid Daniels. I’ll see you at school, then?”

I looked at Percy, who gave a solemn nod, and I could see the apology in his eyes.

Percy owed me an explanation for this, and that’s for sure.

“Savannah, I know, I know this is a lot, but the reason I wanted to show you my room was to ask you something in private. But if that’s not what you want, I can do it here and now.”

This sweet boy puffed out his chest like he was trying to go into a Superman position even on his knees.

“I would like to offer you my virginity.”

The crowd around us went into a fit of laughter. Percy facepalmed.

I looked back down at him with this amused smirk.

“Do you?” I asked back. Of course he does.

“Yes, I have been saving myself for...~you~.”

This time I heard Damon’s snort behind me.

Following a “this fucking kid.”

“Me?” I couldn’t help repeating what he was saying. I had a lot of ~fans~.

And this is high school, not to mention I’m dealing with the male species in general.

I have been offered far more, but this was the first time I had been offered it so...

Gentlemanly?

Nodding, he didn’t seem fazed in the slightest from the others around him, taking pictures, recording, and snickering at his display.

“Why me, then?”

My hands go to my hips. I’ll hear him out.

“You are...you. No one is you. Look at you.”

He didn’t touch me but his hands waved in the air.

“You like my body, yeah it’s something.”

Percy chuckled, shaking his head at me.

“Yes. But that’s not all. Savannah, you are…

“I remember that show you did in Phoenix, you performed the song “America’s sweetheart” by Elle King and when they asked you about it you said that you felt confident about yourself, that you are a goddess and that’s when I realized it.

“You really are, and I am just an offering to you and I humbly ask you use me for your gorgeous temple. Take me, my dear goddess.”

He showed me his neck like he was giving me his submission, like he was about to be thrown into a volcano as some virgin sacrifice to please the fire Gods or something.

I looked at Percy. He gave this tight-lipped smile and shook his head in disbelief that this was really happening.

“Use me in any way. I would be honored to be the floor beneath your feet, I belong here.” He bowed even farther and kissed the top of my black sneakers.

I needed to end this.

He was way too invested in this, bordering on obsession, and while it was sweet, I was not taking this boy upstairs and trading virginities.

“I don’t think you even know what you’re asking… What if I was a sadist? Do you even have an idea of what I could do to you?”

“I trust you. I want nothing more than to be your pleasure slave. My goddess, please let me worship you.”

I couldn’t help the sound that I made, like a mix between what might have been an awkward laugh and a sharp breath that mingled with a scoff.

“Sweetheart, I… I…”

I didn’t know what to say, I’ve never been worshiped before and it might help take the sexual component out of my interactions with Damon.

“I don’t want a boyfriend,” I stated firmly.

Reid nodded in understanding.

“Give me your belt.”

His eyes grew to the size of saucers. He fought with his belt like it was burning him the second I asked for it.

When he laid it in my hand, I took a second to really think about what I was going to do.

“You want me, little puppy?”

I snapped the belt, the smack of it didn’t even make him flinch.

“Yes, goddess,” he answered obediently.

“No matter what I could do to you? Inflict pain or pleasure? You still want me to do whatever it is I have in mind?”

I raised my brow and ran the tip of his white and brown fabric belt along his jaw.

When I saw the shiver, I felt all too powerful.

“Yes, goddess. Whatever you deem me worthy to receive, I will be honored to accept it at your hand.”

~Oh, this kid is good.~

“Go get some snacks and drinks then take it to your room.”

I bent down and pulled the belt around his neck, buckling it around him like a collar and letting it hang down like a leash.

He went out of the room, off his knees like the cartoon mouse on Looney Tunes.

“Van, you can’t be serious right now?! You’re really going to bang Reid?”

Percy was loud enough to be heard over the murmuring of the party starting back up.

“No, I’m not going to fuck him. I’m going to teach him how to eat my pussy, then we can go home. I’ll be back down in an hour.”

Before Percy could say anything else, Reid was stomping up the stairs with his arms full of snacks and more Capri Suns than was necessary.

I grabbed my jacket and purse, taking my drink from the table and sparing one look at Damon that read “dangerously annoyed and pissed.”

“If you’re not here when I get back, ~goodnight Angel, thanks for the game~.”

This would be good.

No more sexy time with Damon. I could finish the list of his favors and maybe we could be friends.

I could have the best of both worlds.

My vagina would be happy, my heart would be safe, I could feel like myself again around him and not worry about fucking up the life I’ve managed to hang on to by the grace of God.

~Now, to be treated like the goddess I am.~