She hadn't caught on by the archway. She listened to him like she would Bryce. That was a big appeal with the girl, that she looked almost tough, and acted it too, even when she wouldn't let go of her old world values. There was something infinitely drawing with the way she'd fall into line. He'd pushed that on a few occasions, and watched her obey him automatically. Girl with that pretty ring on her lips, acting out, but she wasn't opposed to washing his clothes and fixing him dinner if it didn't interfere with what she was doing for her boyfriend.<br/><br/>She was fidgeting now, but didn't move away. It made it easier to play with her, and put the thought of his intentions into her subconscious. Now, when they were alone, his will was law. She seemed to accept that with her submissive though defensive posture, attending to her lip with her teeth and the ring with her lewd, frightened tongue. She was trying to do her part in the small talk. He was going to use that to further assert his place above her. Where had he gotten it? "None of your fucking business, Bay." he said with a bit of bark to his voice. It was important she knew she couldn't get away with anything, anymore. "You just smoke it and be grateful." Good girls did well under shame.<br/><br/>Blood rushed to his cock when she let him finger her temple, and how she resorted to looking dumb, trailing that touch with her own digits. This was going well. He'd never taken it this far before, but she was letting it all happen. His friend's girl, falling into his pace. It made him furious he hadn't tried this before. All those nights tugging himself to when her tanktops slipped or her shorts slid back when she bent - really, little Bailey had this coming.<br/><br/>She was beautiful where she sat on the couch, taking orders. Bryce wasn't very stern with her, which might explain why she didn't know what to do now but follow along when he was being like this. Her pierced lip took the stick expertly, and he exhaled when she did her hot little trick with the recapturing the smoke from her mouth. A lazy smile exuded ill intent when she asked him what his plan was. She didn't move to get away, though. Scott shrugged and took the smoke back between two fingers, holding her tighter to the back of the couch. "Just making sure you're doing it right." he said.<br/><br/>It was some bad shit, but not as horrid as it could have been. Sometimes they'd get all burned on something experimental and fuck until they were raw. But those were other friends. That wasn't Bailey. Not yet. This batch was just to get her more skittish. It wasn't really something that would calm her down. "You feel it?" he asked, the fire roll bouncing while he spoke. His knuckles framed the column of her throat and followed it down to the neckline of her shirt, as though he was tracing the path of the smoke she breathed in, even if it really stayed in her skull rather than going down.<br/><br/>"It's a wild thing." he explained and cupped one of her breasts through her clothes, squeezing firmly, other arm wrapping around her shoulders so she couldn't escape if her streak of obedience was coming to an end. He continued to huff smoke into her face, waving that fire close to her cheek while he spoke. "It permeates the body and it makes you alert." he said, massaging that mound held back by her sports bar. "You like that, Bay? You wanna get fucked up by my stuff?"<br/><br/>Usually he would mirror her nerves around him. He thought he didn't wanna be a bad guy around her, so he put on this choir boy role. That's the Scott she knew, never really making sense. But he was done with that now. His confidence would be new to her, his insistence to get his way and that her body was just a part of the conversation, all of it would be foreign to her. She had no choice in the matter. In her shock over it he'd keep pushing. He wasn't going to respect boundaries he didn't agree to, anymore.