Dom-sub Stories

He grabbed the back of my neck and pushed me through the door. I chuckled a little, knowing him well enough to know the game he’s playing, any excuse to show his dominance. My fourth-block teacher is sitting at his desk, typing on his laptop, and looks up as I'm shoved into the room. He stands. “Ah, good afternoon. You must be Dad?” he asks, offering his hand. It’s ignored. “Stepdad.” I huff, shrugging off his grip on me...