The next morning, I woke up with the memory of Carla’s submission lingering in my mind like a low, persistent hum. Her golden hair splayed across the library floor, her dark eyes pleading for more—it was all I could think about. I knew I shouldn’t be texting her again so soon, but I couldn’t resist. My fingers hovered over the screen before I finally typed out the message: Meet me tonight. Same place. She didn’t answer right away, and I wondered if I’d pushed too far. Maybe she was tired of being my little secret, my stress relief. But then my phone buzzed, and her reply was simple: I’ll be there. The hours dragged on as I waited for nightfall. I tried to focus on my classes, on my frat responsibilities, but my mind kept drifting back to her. Carla wasn’t just any girl. She was perfection, and yet, she craved to be used. It didn’t make sense, but it didn’t have to. All I knew was that I wanted her again—needed her again. When the time finally came, I slipped out of the frat house and made my way to the library. The campus was quiet, the air thick with the scent of freshly cut grass and the faint hum of distant laughter. I knew the library storage room like the back of my hand—it was our little sanctuary, where the world outside didn’t exist. I pushed open the door, and there she was, standing in the dim light with her arms crossed over her chest. She looked even more stunning than I remembered, her golden hair cascading over her shoulders, her dark eyes narrowed in that way they always did when she was pretending to be in control. “You’re late,” she said, her voice soft but laced with that familiar edge of defiance. I stepped inside, closing the door behind me. “I didn’t realize you were on a tight schedule.” She smirked, her lips curving into that perfect, dangerous smile. “I’m always on a tight schedule. You know that.” I moved closer, my eyes lingering on her. She was wearing a tight black dress that clung to her curves, and the sight of it made my pulse quicken. “Then I guess we should make this quick.” Her smirk widened, but there was something else in her eyes—something vulnerable, almost questioning. She didn’t say anything, just looked at me like she was waiting for me to make the first move. I didn’t hesitate. I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close, my lips crashing against hers. She responded immediately, her hands gripping my shoulders as she kissed me back with a ferocity that surprised me. It wasn’t the same as last time—this was different, more intense. It was like she was trying to prove something, to herself or to me, I wasn’t sure. My hands moved down her body, tracing the curve of her hips before sliding under her dress. She moaned softly against my mouth, her body pressing into mine with a desperation that made my head spin. “You’re so fucking perfect,” I whispered, my lips trailing down her neck. She tilted her head back, giving me better access. “Then use me,” she breathed, her voice trembling with need. Her words sent a jolt of electricity through me. I spun her around and pressed her against the wall, my hands moving to her wrists and pinning them above her head. She gasped, her body trembling under my touch, but she didn’t resist. “Is this what you want?” I growled, my lips brushing against her ear. She nodded, her breath shallow and uneven. “Yes. Please.” That was all I needed. I let go of her wrists and grabbed the hem of her dress, pulling it up over her hips. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath, and the sight of her bare skin made my pulse race. I slid a hand between her legs, my fingers tracing her entrance before pushing inside. She gasped again, her body arching into my touch. “Oh God,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. I moved my fingers slowly, deliberately, watching as her eyes fluttered closed and her lips parted in a silent moan. She was so sensitive, so responsive, and it drove me wild. “You like that?” I murmured, my lips grazing her neck. She nodded, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps. “Yes. Don’t stop.” I didn’t. I kept going, my fingers moving in and out of her until she was trembling, her body on the edge of release. But I didn’t let her finish—not yet. I pulled my hand away and stepped back, watching as she leaned against the wall for support, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her eyes snapped open, and she looked at me with a mix of confusion and desire. “Why did you stop?” I smirked, reaching for my belt. “Because I’m not done with you yet.” Her eyes widened as I undid my pants and freed myself, my cock hard and throbbing with need. I stepped closer, pressing myself against her, and she moaned softly, her body instinctively arching into mine. “Tell me what you want,” I said, my voice low and demanding. She hesitated for a moment, her eyes searching mine, before she finally whispered, “I want you. I want you to use me.” That was all I needed to hear. I grabbed her hips and lifted her up, pinning her against the wall as I thrust into her in one swift motion. She cried out, her hands gripping my shoulders as I began to move, my hips slamming into hers with a relentless rhythm. She was so tight, so warm, and I couldn’t get enough of her. I fucked her hard and fast, my hands gripping her hips so tightly I was sure I’d leave marks. But she didn’t seem to mind—if anything, she seemed to love it. Her nails dug into my skin, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps as she clung to me. “You’re mine,” I growled, my lips brushing against her ear. “Say it.” She moaned, her body trembling with need. “I’m yours.” Her words sent a surge of heat through me, and I fucked her even harder, my hips slamming into hers with a brutal intensity. She cried out again, her nails digging deeper into my skin as her body tightened around mine. “Come for me,” I demanded, my voice rough and desperate. Her body obeyed, her back arching as she came with a sharp cry, her nails raking down my back. The feel of her orgasm sent me over the edge, and I came with a groan, my body shuddering as I filled her with everything I had. For a moment, we just stayed like that, pressed together and breathing heavily, our bodies still trembling with the aftershocks. Then I let her down gently, my hands lingering on her waist as I caught my breath. She looked up at me, her dark eyes filled with something I couldn’t quite place. Satisfaction? Longing? I wasn’t sure. All I knew was that I wanted more—needed more. But before I could say anything, she straightened her dress and smoothed her hair, her composure returning almost instantly. “I have to go,” she said, her voice steady now. “I have a meeting in the morning.” I nodded, my mind still reeling from what had just happened. “Same time tomorrow?” She hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Same time.” And with that, she was gone, slipping out of the storage room and back into the world like nothing had happened. But I knew better. Something had shifted between us, something I couldn’t quite put into words. All I knew was that I wanted her more than ever—and I wasn’t going to stop until I had her completely.

Carla, a top law student, meets the narrator in a library storage room after he texts her. They engage in a sexual encounter where Carla submits to him, revealing she feels alive only in these moments. Afterward, Carla quickly regains her composure and leaves for moot court prep, agreeing to meet again the next day.

The next morning, I woke up with the memory of Carla’s submission lingering in my mind like a low, persistent hum. Her golden hair splayed across the library floor, her dark eyes pleading for more—it was all I could think about. I knew I shouldn’t be texting her again so soon, but I couldn’t resist. My fingers hovered over the screen before I finally typed out the message:  
_Meet me tonight. Same place._  

She didn’t answer right away, and I wondered if I’d pushed too far. Maybe she was tired of being my little secret, my stress relief. But then my phone buzzed, and her reply was simple:  
_I’ll be there._  

The hours dragged on as I waited for nightfall. I tried to focus on my classes, on my frat responsibilities, but my mind kept drifting back to her. Carla wasn’t just any girl. She was perfection, and yet, she craved to be used. It didn’t make sense, but it didn’t have to. All I knew was that I wanted her again—needed her again.  

When the time finally came, I slipped out of the frat house and made my way to the library. The campus was quiet, the air thick with the scent of freshly cut grass and the faint hum of distant laughter. I knew the library storage room like the back of my hand—it was our little sanctuary, where the world outside didn’t exist.  

I pushed open the door, and there she was, standing in the dim light with her arms crossed over her chest. She looked even more stunning than I remembered, her golden hair cascading over her shoulders, her dark eyes narrowed in that way they always did when she was pretending to be in control.  

“You’re late,” she said, her voice soft but laced with that familiar edge of defiance.  

I stepped inside, closing the door behind me. “I didn’t realize you were on a tight schedule.”  

She smirked, her lips curving into that perfect, dangerous smile. “I’m always on a tight schedule. You know that.”  

I moved closer, my eyes lingering on her. She was wearing a tight black dress that clung to her curves, and the sight of it made my pulse quicken. “Then I guess we should make this quick.”  

Her smirk widened, but there was something else in her eyes—something vulnerable, almost questioning. She didn’t say anything, just looked at me like she was waiting for me to make the first move.  

I didn’t hesitate. I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close, my lips crashing against hers. She responded immediately, her hands gripping my shoulders as she kissed me back with a ferocity that surprised me. It wasn’t the same as last time—this was different, more intense. It was like she was trying to prove something, to herself or to me, I wasn’t sure.  

My hands moved down her body, tracing the curve of her hips before sliding under her dress. She moaned softly against my mouth, her body pressing into mine with a desperation that made my head spin.  

“You’re so fucking perfect,” I whispered, my lips trailing down her neck.  

She tilted her head back, giving me better access. “Then use me,” she breathed, her voice trembling with need.  

Her words sent a jolt of electricity through me. I spun her around and pressed her against the wall, my hands moving to her wrists and pinning them above her head. She gasped, her body trembling under my touch, but she didn’t resist.  

“Is this what you want?” I growled, my lips brushing against her ear.  

She nodded, her breath shallow and uneven. “Yes. Please.”  

That was all I needed. I let go of her wrists and grabbed the hem of her dress, pulling it up over her hips. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath, and the sight of her bare skin made my pulse race. I slid a hand between her legs, my fingers tracing her entrance before pushing inside.  

She gasped again, her body arching into my touch. “Oh God,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.  

I moved my fingers slowly, deliberately, watching as her eyes fluttered closed and her lips parted in a silent moan. She was so sensitive, so responsive, and it drove me wild.  

“You like that?” I murmured, my lips grazing her neck.  

She nodded, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps. “Yes. Don’t stop.”  

I didn’t. I kept going, my fingers moving in and out of her until she was trembling, her body on the edge of release. But I didn’t let her finish—not yet. I pulled my hand away and stepped back, watching as she leaned against the wall for support, her chest rising and falling rapidly.  

Her eyes snapped open, and she looked at me with a mix of confusion and desire. “Why did you stop?”  

I smirked, reaching for my belt. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”  

Her eyes widened as I undid my pants and freed myself, my cock hard and throbbing with need. I stepped closer, pressing myself against her, and she moaned softly, her body instinctively arching into mine.  

“Tell me what you want,” I said, my voice low and demanding.  

She hesitated for a moment, her eyes searching mine, before she finally whispered, “I want you. I want you to use me.”  

That was all I needed to hear. I grabbed her hips and lifted her up, pinning her against the wall as I thrust into her in one swift motion. She cried out, her hands gripping my shoulders as I began to move, my hips slamming into hers with a relentless rhythm.  

She was so tight, so warm, and I couldn’t get enough of her. I fucked her hard and fast, my hands gripping her hips so tightly I was sure I’d leave marks. But she didn’t seem to mind—if anything, she seemed to love it. Her nails dug into my skin, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps as she clung to me.  

“You’re mine,” I growled, my lips brushing against her ear. “Say it.”  

She moaned, her body trembling with need. “I’m yours.”  

Her words sent a surge of heat through me, and I fucked her even harder, my hips slamming into hers with a brutal intensity. She cried out again, her nails digging deeper into my skin as her body tightened around mine.  

“Come for me,” I demanded, my voice rough and desperate.  

Her body obeyed, her back arching as she came with a sharp cry, her nails raking down my back. The feel of her orgasm sent me over the edge, and I came with a groan, my body shuddering as I filled her with everything I had.  

For a moment, we just stayed like that, pressed together and breathing heavily, our bodies still trembling with the aftershocks. Then I let her down gently, my hands lingering on her waist as I caught my breath.  

She looked up at me, her dark eyes filled with something I couldn’t quite place. Satisfaction? Longing? I wasn’t sure. All I knew was that I wanted more—needed more.  

But before I could say anything, she straightened her dress and smoothed her hair, her composure returning almost instantly.  

“I have to go,” she said, her voice steady now. “I have a meeting in the morning.”  

I nodded, my mind still reeling from what had just happened. “Same time tomorrow?”  

She hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Same time.”  

And with that, she was gone, slipping out of the storage room and back into the world like nothing had happened. But I knew better. Something had shifted between us, something I couldn’t quite put into words.  

All I knew was that I wanted her more than ever—and I wasn’t going to stop until I had her completely.

At the prestigious law school, Carla is the golden girl. Known for her sharp mind and impeccable case recitations, she’s always at the top of her class, balancing her time as an officer of multiple organizations and an active member of an elite sorority. No one would suspect that beneath her polished and professional exterior lies a secret arrangement with the fraternity boys she shares her academic life with.

Carla has willingly accepted her role as their "stress reliever," finding an intoxicating thrill in her submission amidst the demanding pressures of law school. Whenever a fraternity brother needs to blow off steam, all it takes is a text, and she becomes their outlet—a safe space to unleash their desires, no strings attached.

In between her rigorous study sessions and organizational duties, Carla slips away to discreetly meet them. In a secluded room, she submits to their every whim: a quick, rough session before a moot court practice, a heated moment in the library stacks, or a daring escapade during late-night org meetings. They use her body without restraint, filling her with a mix of their lust and her own secret satisfaction, only to send her back to her books and her ever-perfect public persona.

The cycle continues, intensifying as finals approach. One particularly dominant frat brother notices that she seems to thrive under their control, her passion fueling her academic brilliance. In this twisted dynamic, Carla finds herself toeing the line between professionalism and primal desire, her tightly scheduled life unraveling into something far more thrilling than she ever imagined.

Lawful Surrender: Confessions of a Frat Boy's Golden Girl

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