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Carter’s POV
"Ahh, fuck!"
I could feel every inch of me tightened around him as my nails raked down his back. My eyes widened from a hard stroke that sent a shock through my body, and I was nearing release. "Omg, Dameon!"
My moans only encouraged him to go harder. His head dipped, his deep pants tickling my ear. "You feel so good. You're taking me so well," he growled.
He pulled back, loosening his grip on me just enough for us to lock eyes. He smirked as his strokes changed from rough and fast to slow and deep. "You are so beautiful, you know that?"
"I think I love you."
***
August
The grass and trees swayed in harmony as the warm summer breeze settled around me. With my suitcases and backpack in tow, I gazed upon the gates that guarded my new school. Leister Academy. I was currently preparing for the best education in the world, along with forming one of the most important connections of my life.
You see, in this world— in my world, pleasure is seen as a thing of beauty. It drives the very existence of society and is what gave birth to me, you, and everyone else. That said, the world is split and classified into three categories: Dominant, Submissive, and Verse. Following a person's 18th birthday, an aptitude test is performed to determine where someone fits. From there, they're sent to the academy that best suits their results and high school records. As fate would have it, I came up Submissive, which was no real surprise to anyone.
Each category is determined by a person’s attributes, how close the attributes are to a category, determines how dominant or submissive you are. In terms of people who are verse, they’re equally dominant and submissive.
The place I was standing before was one of many that helped people navigate which category they fit into, as well as how to gain the most benefits from being in said category. After all, if you don't understand how to benefit properly, you'll never know if what you're getting is meant for you or if you're settling for what's there. Leister Academy is among the most prestigious of the institutions.
Leister is for the elite. Filled with doms and subs from the smartest and richest families across the country. So, I have no idea how I got admitted. My grades were great, but life in the city wasn’t easy. I wanted to get out, to give myself a real chance at something, but without the funds, I settled on attending a local academy.
That was until a package arrived on my doorstep three months ago saying my tuition for my five-year term was paid for.
This is the stage of life I'd been waiting for, the chance to learn more about myself— and others. The chance to figure out who this benefactor was. I shuddered slightly with anticipation as I stepped through the gates that had started to slowly open. I followed the directory I was given in the mail a few days ago to find the Dean of Students Office.
I really don't understand why they couldn't just mail us our keys and room assignments, but whatever.
The campus was like a maze. Large, sculpted hedges lined the walkway before branching out in the various directions of different buildings.
On the walk there, I saw many other students heading in the same direction. Some were chatting with friends, probably upperclassmen, and others were alone like me. As far as I knew, I was the only person from my city who was going here. Or at the very least, I was the only one from my school who had obtained a spot here. A slight feeling of loneliness and uncertainty slowly slid over me as I walked the stone path with the crowd of people alongside me.
The thing about aptitude tests... you never know who falls into what category until you get to your academy. People are just people, no hierarchy to pressure you to do this or that, and no one who is above the other— at least until moving day. The classes were divided, and we're given our partners, who we end up rooming with. Wicked, I know.
As my mind raced about the ways I could try to get out of this, the shadow of the administrative building washed over us, blocking us from the sun. The medieval castle-like building had four stories, a spire topping the tower that stood in the center of the building. Most buildings on campus had this look about them as if they were stuck in medieval times.
Filing through the giant oak-stained double doors, I followed a line of people toward the ballroom that housed four long tables. There, older people—probably admins—were handing out keys and papers to the students.
"Hi, name?" The lady smiled up at me as I stepped up.
"Carter Reeves."
Her eyes combed over me as if I had two heads. Yeah, my parents were hell-bent on having a boy— so much so that they didn't bother to confirm whether I would actually be one. Regardless, I was born and given the name they would've given their son. How touching.
Looking back at her paper, she ran over the seemingly infinite list of names and then nodded to herself. "Reeves, here you are. Dexter, room 351.”
She then smiled and handed me my keys and papers, which I assumed were my schedule of classes and dormitory rules. Behind her smile, I noticed a glint of what looked like curiosity in her eyes.
Walking away, I heard her mumble quietly, "She has no idea what she's getting herself into."
While I had no idea what she meant, I chose to ignore her and continued walking away to find my room. I worked my way through the crowd once more, the halls flooded with both upper and underclassmen.
Upperclassmen guides were stationed nearby to help find dorms and answer the millions of questions running through our heads. Walking towards them, I found a girl holding up a sign with my dorm name on it.
When a decent crowd had gathered, the girl smiled before pressing a button on the little black box strapped to her waistband. “Welcome to Leister everyone.” Her voice projected into the mic. “This should be most of y’all, so let’s get going,” she said, turning to lead us out of the admin building and toward the dorms.
***
"Alright, guys!” Our guide, Alyssa, turned to face us, her voice booming from the mic. This is Dexter Hall. Just so you know, all of you guys will be rooming with your partners. That said, don't be alarmed if you find someone already in the room.”
Alyssa was a petite girl with long flowing green hair with roots as black as night. Her brown eyes sparkled with excitement as she explained some dorm rules. She also happened to be our dorm leader, so we should go to her for any problems.
After her monologue of excitement, she released us to go find our rooms. I walked over to her and asked, "Excuse me, do we have an elevator?"
She laughed. "An elevator? Girl, I wish. What floor are you on?"
I frowned. "Third floor, I think."
She patted my shoulder and gave me a sympathetic look. "Good luck."
Walking away, I stood there distraught. You've got to be kidding me. No elevator? I swear this school is setting me up right now.
I sucked my teeth and mentally prepared myself to go up the steps as I walked inside the building. Trudging up every step, I silently cursed whoever assigned our rooms as I dragged my luggage behind me.
After what felt like the longest 10 minutes of my life, I finally reached the door of the third floor. Opening it, I saw lots of people opening their doors to get settled in.
Most people's partners were not there so they got first dibs on where they put their stuff. In other rooms, I could hear people introducing themselves to the person they found beyond the door.
Each room had one king-sized bed with a side table and lamp on each side. Two dressers and a closet meant to be shared were also present in the room.
I walked slowly down the hall and around the corner to where my room was located. With bated breath, I grabbed the key that I had stuffed in my jacket pocket and unlocked the door. But what had been waiting for me on the other side shook me.
As I entered the room, the muscular figure with a mop of black curly hair stopped unpacking— his eyes scanned over me.
I had no time to survey the room as my own eyes searched him. Combing over every tattoo and inch of his body. He was built, and nice to look at. If this was truly my partner, what had I done to deserve him?!
"You coming in, or you just going to stare? I would say you could take a picture, but you're stuck with me so it wouldn't even matter," he said.
His voice was music to my ears. I simply nodded and walked towards him. Finding my nerve, I extended my hand.
"I'm Carter, nice to meet-"
He looked over slightly, grabbing my hand to shake before I could finish.
"Dameon," he said.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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Hey! After thinking it over I decided to come back and finish out this story with a little revamp. A new title, a clear premise, and better writing. I want this story to mean something, not just to myself but to my readers so I hope you enjoy this new beginning!
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