You tell yourself you don't have much choice and take him in hand

As angry as you might have been with James, the boy's just bared his heart to you, and made an offer you find very tempting indeed. It's easy to convince yourself you're only doing this for his own good, and in a way you are. You know if you don't take him in hand here and now, he's going to do something terrible to himself. There isn't much chance of anyone else helping him when he keeps his problems so well-hidden under that silly veneer of careless arrogance.

Even if they knew, who's going to have any sympathy for the snotty little shit who's drifted through his entire life on good looks and Daddy's money? No, it has to be you. This cute, lost, fragile little boy needs you right now, and if the only thing that yanks him out of utter misery and self-harm is domination and ****, well then you can give that to him in spades. You'll enjoy every moment of course, but that's why you know you can help him.

"Okay." You breathe at last, your hand slipping down to cup his trembling cheek. Tears glisten on your fingers as he lets out a **** sob of relief that makes your heart ache with sympathy. The way he gazes at you is utterly intoxicating, like you're some gorgeous, merciful goddess with absolute authority over a miserable mortal like him. A girl could get used to being looked at that way. "I'll look after you, and give you what you clearly need, but there have to be some things you do for me in return."

"Anything Mistress." He whimpers. How nice, you can work with anything.

"First off, no quitting college." You snap, giving his cheek a light little swat. "I ought to punish you again just for suggesting that." His eyes light up at the thought, but you just go back to tenderly brushing away the tears from his handsome face. "I don't want you trying to ruin your life anymore. You're going to try your hardest from now on in all your classes, including mine, or I'll have something to say about it, okay?"

"Yes Mistress." He nods frantically, his eagerness to please making you smirk. What a nice change from the sneering jock you thought he was. You wonder how poor, jilted Julie would react to seeing him like this, naked, submissive and whimpering like a puppy, his cute butt all hot and bruised by your belt. Maybe if humiliation is what he craves along with pain, you can arrange something. Well, that's rather getting ahead of yourself, but an idea to keep in mind all the same.

"Second, no-one else must know about our arrangement." You continue, cutting across your own risky fantasies. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you get plenty of what you need, but only in private. Back in the college, I'm just your tutor, and while you're going to show me more respect there from now on, I don't want you kneeling and kissing my feet in front of the other students. I know that's what naughty boys like you get off on, but we'll keep that strictly to my apartment, alright?" Another frantic nod from the whimpering boy. Fuck, he's cute like this. Your cock twitches, aching hard already, but you ignore the simmering arousal. Not the time just yet. "When I want you here, I'll send you a text, and you come straight to my door, no matter where you are, no excuses." You continue, and despite your good intentions you can't resist the urge to slip a dominant growl into your voice that makes him shudder and moan. "When we are alone, you do what I say, when I say it. I'll give you plenty of what you need, but I'll not tolerate silly games like acting out to earn yourself more punishment. I've had more than enough of that already from you. You piss me off, the session ends, and I kick you out."

"Yes Mistress." He gasps, his hips twitching. A quick look between you confirms his little cock is aching hard again, just from having you lay down the law in a strict voice. Well, at least he's easy to please, but that doesn't mean you're going to hold back on him in future. All those naughty things you've dreamt of doing to a cute sex-****, and now you actually get to try them! And best of all, it's for his own good, right?

"Good boy." You nod, smiling gently at him even as you silently plan just how nasty and cruel you're going to be to this boy. And he'll love every moment of it, starting right now. You let that smile fade into a cold, superior scowl. James stiffens, another of those adorable hungry moans escaping his lips as he realizes you're going to be his cruel, heartless Mistress once again. "Now, slut." You growl. "Since I'm being generous enough to even bother with a pathetic painslut bitch like you, I think it's time you start showing just how grateful you are." He trembles on the sheets, his eyes glistening as he slips so easily back into the kind of eager, willing submission you've always secretly dreamt of finding in a partner. Now, you sit back up on the bed, your aching cock bobbing in the air, time to take full advantage.