Chapter 1: Introduction
The moment I walked into the fraternity house, I was hit with a wave of sweaty bodies, thumping bass, and blinking lights. A party was well underway and my freshman self was eager for action. I had my hair slicked back, and wore a simple black shirt and jeans that I knew looked great on my lean build.
My gaze immediately landed on a woman perched high on the top of a pool table. Long, dark locks cascaded over her shoulders, setting off her emerald eyes and creamy skin.
She wore a tight red dress that highlighted every curve of her stunning figure. I couldn't take my eyes off her as she swayed seductively to the music, one leg propped up over the edge of the table.
I decided to take a risk and make my move. As I passed her, I reached out and grabbed her left buttock with a firm grip. She immediately turned her head towards me, surprise flashing in her eyes. I grinned confidently, my heart racing.
"Not a chance, freshman," she said, her voice low and sultry.
"You don't get to grab me like that and just walk away."
I tried to swallow the lump in my throat, feeling a little intimidated by her commanding presence. But I couldn't deny the attraction I felt towards her. I wanted her. And I could tell from the way she was looking at me that she wanted me too.
"Alright, I'm sorry," I said, trying to smooth things over. "Can I make it up to you? Maybe buy you a drink?"
She smiled, and my heart skipped a beat.
But then, without warning, she lashed out with her foot and kicked me right in the balls. I doubled over in pain, clutching myself as I fell to the ground.
Jocelyn didn't stop there. She jumped down from the pool table and started pummeling me with her fists, yelling obscenities and cursing my name. The partygoers around us cheered and jeered, egging her on as I tried to protect myself from her blows.
I had never felt so humiliated in my life. I was just an eighteen-year-old freshman, and this beautiful, confident woman was beating the crap out of me in front of everyone. But even through the pain and embarrassment, I couldn't deny the fact that I was turned on.
Jocelyn was strong and dominant, and I couldn't help but feel a thrill run through me as she took control.
"Please, stop!" I begged, my voice hoarse from the pain. "I'm sorry, I won't do it again!"
She grinned wickedly and leaned down, her breath hot against my ear. "You think that's enough to make up for what you did?"
"No, I don't know," I stammered, feeling completely out of my depth.
"Beg me," she commanded. "Beg me to stop and maybe I'll consider it."
"Please, Jocelyn, stop! I'm begging you!"
She straightened up and looked down at me with a smirk. "Good boy," she said, patting me on the head.
Then, to my complete shock, she started stripping off her clothes. She peeled off her red dress, revealing her lacy black bra and matching panties.
Her curves were even more breathtaking naked, and my eyes were drawn to her perfect, round breasts. I couldn't believe what was happening. This woman had just beaten the shit out of me, and now she was standing over me in nothing but her lingerie.
"Get up," she ordered, and I obeyed without hesitation. I was spellbound by her beauty, and I would have done anything she asked of me.
She led me into one of the bedrooms, pushing me down onto the bed and crawling on top of me.