Go big or go home.

Perhaps I let my arousal decide for me, and maybe it had something to do with the talk I'd had with Lori. But I decided to just go for it. I was tired of letting my insecurities tell me what I could and couldn't have. If she's into it, then she's into it, and if she's not then she's not. At least I'll have tried. What's the worst that could happen?

Still holding her hand, I stepped a little closer, trapping her a little between myself and the tall wooden map. I was a fair bit taller than her and used all of my height to make myself feel like I had some power over her.

She had to tilt her head up slightly to maintain eye contact, but she still didn't try to take her hand back. Her breathing deepened slightly.

I lowered my tone slightly and hoped that I came off confident but not threatening. "Shh. You don't have to say it. I can tell. I saw the way your eyes lit up when I mentioned the trap thing. You're trying to play the part of the good girl to save face. Don't bother. It's obvious that you are totally into that shit. You secretly hope it happens to you, don't you?"

Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth to respond but I cut her off and she snapped her mouth shut again.

"You want to be stripped and stared at. Tied up. Used. You want to shut off your brain and just let things happen. Want to be a good little ****, free from the burden of choice. Don't you?"

I stepped forward again and we lost eye contact as her gaze dropped to my chest. She was breathing quickly. From arousal and not fear, I hoped.

I repeated my question, wanting to hear her say it. "Don't you?"

She closed her eyes and nodded. It was almost imperceptible, but I saw it. She actually nodded.

Holy shit, it was actually working. I couldn't believe how sexual everyone had gotten since the change happened. Everyone was much more open about desires of submission and sexuality in general. It was bizarre, but I was getting into it myself, so who was I to judge?

I stepped just a little closer again, looming over her now, our bodies less than a foot apart. "I knew it. Well you're in over your head on this one. Do you have any idea how many guys on this campus would love to rip into a tight little slut like you? I don't think you'd ever come back from that. You'd be ruined. Don't throw your whole life away just to get off."

She shuddered and I could have sworn I heard a soft moan.

Everything about the situation was surreal and erotic. I couldn't believe I'd managed to keep my voice steady, I felt so anxious and excited. My cock was hard and my balls ached with unmet need. It was time to wrap this up.

I raised my free hand to her throat, closing my fingers around her delicate neck with just enough pressure, I hoped, to walk the line between commanding and threatening.

She gasped and raised her dark eyes to mine. Her pupils were dilated, her lips slightly parted.

"Don't do it. The TRAP is more than you want. There are alternatives. It isn't worth it. Trust me." She had no reason to trust me. The TRAP was new, no one had actually seen it yet. "You have needs. That's good. Meet them. But not like that."

She lowered her eyes a little and once again they searched from side to side as she processed my words. I wanted her to see the sense of them without scaring her away from her submissive desires all-together. I guessed she probably just didn't know how else to go about asking for what she wanted or needed. That her plan was to just let her grades take the matter out of her hands rather than to be that **** to someone.

"Let me help you." I said finally.

Once more her deep dark eyes met mine, her eyebrows raised in an unspoken question. She looked to sexy, panting softly, clearly aroused out of her mind. Perhaps a little scared.

All of my instincts were screaming at me to stop. To let her go, apologize for being rude, and to leave her alone forever. I didn't care. Fuck my instincts; they've never given me shit.

In answer to her question, I let go of her hand and raised mine to place it squarely on her breast.

Her entire body stiffened, but there was still no resistance to be found anywhere.

I gave her a firm, deliberate, yet gentle squeeze and **** myself to meet her eyes, trying my best to appear confident. "Be my ****. Or my girlfriend, if you want to call it that to feel better about it, but it will amount to the same thing. I will give you what you need. Everything you need. But you will give me everything you are."

She swallowed nervously, and I thought she was just as likely to run away as accept. She seemed almost pained as she opened her mouth and then closed it again, struggling with herself.

"You don't need to say anything. I'm going to kiss you now. If you want this, and everything that goes with it, then don't stop me. Just let it happen. If you stop me, I will leave you alone forever, no hard feelings. This is not a trick, it's your choice."

My heart thumping wildly in my chest, I slowly lowered my head towards hers to seal the deal.

Her eyes had lost focus, staring at something fear away, but her breathing was still quick and heated.

This is it. Cards on the table.

I went in for the kiss.