Tender Heart High ~ Mistress In The Making ~ Chapter Ten - Getting Things Straight

Tender Heart High -
Chapter Ten – Getting things straight 1

I lay on my bed the sheets wrapped around my ankles. My school skirt pulled up around my stomach, fingers lacing my pantie line feeling the delicate touch of my dampness as thoughts of Ellie entered my mind. 2

How was it that she could make me feel this way? She drove me crazy totally insane with so many feelings it was hard to pick one and run with it. 3

I could say I was excited but that would be an understatement. I was nervous as hell, I had little beads of sweat tricking down my body making me feel just as dirty as she had made me out to be. I was frustrated and more than anything exhilarated with the thought of having my hands on her once again. 4

“ Colby,” I heard my dad calling me through the door, “Could you please come downstairs? Your mother and I are ready to talk with you now.” 5

That would be right. The moment I was about to explode with ravenous lust for the girl of my dreams my parents wanted to haul me down stairs to verbally bible bash me. 6

“ Coming,” I shouted back pulling my skirt back down over my thighs. I guess I could wait after all it was Ellie who had made such a tempting, sexual, suggestion and I was sure that if I waited for the right time I would enjoy it more, especially having her fingers doing the work instead of mine. 7

Following my fathers footsteps I dropped my feet to the floor padding my way slowly across the carpet. Once I knew he was safely downstairs I unlocked my bedroom door pulling it shut tightly, locking it with my key.
I was paranoid knowing that the last time I rebelled they took something away from me, rummaged through my room, found things that weren't meant to be found. I could never let them see the things I kept hidden now, especially when I knew they despised them. 8

Taking my first steps down the stairs I felt my heart thumping violently against my chest, exploding with fear. It had been the first time I had been outside my room since I had arrived home and not only was I nervous to death about what the integration of my parents but my stomach churned with a hunger I never knew existed and only added to the troubled butterflies that were squirming inside my stomach. 9

“ Hurry up Colby,” my dad growled tapping his feet as he stood in the dinning room entrance. 10

I took my time defying his orders, his demand. My breasts rising as the fury swept over me like a shadowed veil willing to deny me of who I was and who they wanted me to be. I could already sense how the evening was about to unfold and it would have brought more tears of molten frustration had I not told myself that showing weakness in their eyes would only prove them higher than me. 11


My feet finally hit the floor at the bottom of the stairs my heart beat pacing itself back to a normal state. I had nothing to fear as long as I stood up for what I believed in. 12

“ Come and sit down at the table,” my father said, placing his hand firmly on the arch of my back making my shiver with his touch. 13

I followed his orders pulling up a chair, shrugging his hand of my back to sit down. I watched as he tucked my chair in like a gentlemen before he took his own next to my mother whose cheeks were burning Scarlett. 14

Once we were all seated silence lingered in the room until my father cleared his throat. His voice husky and determined to drill me with his option or rather his judgment, a judgmental he had no education to justify himself about. 15

“ So Colby now that you are here let us begin to get things straight.” 16