Chapter 41
Chapter Forty-One
Ashleigh
Two Weeks Later
A nticipation runs down my spine as I put the last touch to the latest Loftry Lantern. This one, of course, is extra special to help commemorate tonight’s initiation. As usual, I upload the file to my email, but instead of sending it right away, I schedule it to hit after he’s already deep in it.
I know I probably shouldn’t brat like this, but two weeks with nothing but bland, vanilla sex has me feeling all sorts of pent up. Thankfully, Doctor Bradley gave us the go ahead after my appointment this afternoon. Now, all I have to do is get to the castle.
Dean Anderson already told me what to expect, but there’s still that niggle of unease at the thought of all those men coming on me. Fortunately, the exhilaration of being put through that humiliation so I can be claimed leaves me far more aroused than scared.
Gathering my things, I make my way to the castle. My pulse pounds in my ears as I pull in and watch the others go inside. They all laugh and carry on as if they’ve always been the best of friends. Maybe now, I’ll have the camaraderie.
As I step out, the girls from the first night swarm around me, their faces bright with smiles. They all talk at once, asking me questions and wishing me luck. It’s not until we reach the entrance that I realize we’ve been moving so fast.
For a moment, I find I can’t really go inside. Once I’m in there, that’s it. There’s definitely no turning back. It’s not that I have a different life I want to lead or anything like that. It just feels so final.
“Don’t worry,” Melody murmurs. “The coming is over far quicker than you think. It’s kinda icky and gross, but once you wash it off, you’re good.”
“Honestly,” Chelsea chimes in. “The punishment is the most fun anyway. Just keep that part in your head and drown out the rest.”
“Does bitch behave?” A guttural Russian voice rumbles from behind us.
“Do I ever?”
“ Da . Figured as much.”
We all dissolve into a pile of giggles as he ushers us inside, where we’ll be safe from any prying eyes. The others quickly get into their robes, leaving me to take everything off. I have no protection as they give me sympathetic looks and go inside the main room to take their places.
Two guys flank me on either side, and with their masks on, I have no clue who they are. But I guess that’s best. I don’t really want to be thinking about them when it’s Dean Anderson I’m most focused on.
Tears sting my eyes as I make my way through the parted doors like it’s a fucking wedding ceremony. And in some ways, it is. Once he’s claimed me, that’s it. I’m his until he decides we’re done. Based on the way his eyes darken as I step into the room, I’m pretty sure that won’t be anytime soon.
“We are gathered here to initiate Ashleigh Hartwell into our midst. Her crime is that she put herself in danger, taking several years off of a certain head of The Society’s life. As punishment, I will cane her backside before presenting her for initiation. I will also claim her tonight, so if any of you have any plans to mark her in a place that will make sex awkward, fuck you very much preemptively.”
A smattering of laughter ripples through the room, lifting my spirits even higher. The last thing I wanted was this to be a stiff affair. As the men lead me to the cross, however, my nerves start to set in.
The dean’s warm hands peel the robe from my body, leaving me cold and exposed in front of the crowd. “Don’t think about them, he murmurs into my ear as he helps me into the restraints. “Just focus on me, your breathing, and the delicious pain I’m about to rain down upon your body.”
Already, my breathing shifts as he touches my thighs to spread them open on the cross. It’s going to hurt. There’s no doubt about that. For two weeks, he’s refused to touch me more than gentle orgasms and light touches. All of it leads to this moment when he breaks me open in front of everyone.
The first whack of the cane against my ass sends a lightning bolt through me. For a moment, I can’t think, and I can’t breathe. Pain blossoms through me and unfurls, leaving me a shaking, sobbing mess.
“Breathe, Ashleigh,” he commands. “In. Out. Breathe.”
The next one whistles through the air, catching me right under the one before it. This time, the pain morphs, spreading through my body like fire. This is how I remember it. This is how I want it, how I crave it.
My sobs change, taking on a plaintive moan as arousal sizzles through my synapses. Everything fuzzes as my body and mind separate. Here, I can finally breathe. Here, I can finally be.
His doll.
His broken submissive.
His slave.
I refuse to count the strokes in my mind as he continues to lay one down right after the other. By the time he’s finished, all I can process is his fingers and lips skimming the raw strokes, rekindling the fire. His hands are strong and sure as they help me off of the cross and over onto the bed.
“Focus on me, love,” he murmurs as strange hands tie my wrists down. “That’s all you have to do.”
As the men surround me, a frisson of fear winds through my veins, threatening to send me over the edge. Through it all, the dean stands near and talks me through it, whispering his praises as the men defile me with their cum. Over and over they empty themselves onto me, painting me with their lusts until there’s no one left.
Then, and only then, does my dean come to the edge of the bed and climb on. His cock is already rock solid as he drives into me with one long stroke. The moans I’ve been holding back pour out of my lips as easily as the drips of cum shooting from the men’s tips.
He fucks me, owns me, and loves me in front of these people, claiming me as his for all to see. There’s no fear, no shame, just lust—pure and unadulterated. Reaching down between us, he strokes my clit, ramping up my arousal until I can no longer think straight.
The need to come, to shatter beneath him, overwhelms me to the point of pain. My cries take on a different pitch, mingling with those of others fucking around me. It’s a cacophony of lust that drives me even higher until everything stops.
My body clenches hard around his, gripping his cock as everything in me shatters and breaks. Sobbing out my relief, I rock my hips back and forth, riding out my orgasm as he finally joins me in a loud shout. Even with the cum all over me, he collapses on top of me and slides his lips over mine in that rough, possessive way that makes me tingle from head to toe.
We lie there for several minutes as the others cheer around us. Looking up at my dean, I can’t help but laugh as every movement he makes causes him to squick against me as the cum congeals into a disgusting mess. He laughs right along as he undoes my wrist restraints and rolls off of the bed.
I keep my legs wrapped around him as he walks me to the bathroom and sets me at the edge of a large tub. Steam billows up as he fills it and helps me inside. Everything feels so right as he gathers me in his arms and washes me off. Never did I think I’d end up here, but now that I am, I can’t see myself being anywhere else.
As we both soak, a soft hum vibrates through my body as I lie against him and run my fingers over his chest. “I still can’t believe you chose me.”
“Well, I can’t believe you bratted your way into getting an initiation, so I guess we’re both even.”
“Not by a longshot,” I laugh, turning to show him my ass. “Pretty sure I’m getting the raw end of the deal here.”
“Oh really,” he teases, raising that ridiculous eyebrow of his. “And what do you call the earth-shattering orgasms that have you soaking the sheets and screaming my name?”
“Payment for services rendered?”
“Nice try. Come on. It’s time I get you home, but first, I have something for you.”
He eases himself out of the tub and pads over to his jacket hanging over on a hook. His tight ass gleams as water drips down, drawing a lustful sigh from my lips.
“Your ass is a thing of beauty. I hope you know that.”
“Good,” he grumbles, pulling out a box. “The same could be said of yours.” As he walks back over to the tub, he pulls out a simple silver necklace with a quill pen dangling down. “I figure if my slave is going to wear my collar, I might as well make it custom to her.”
Tears prick my eyes as I run my fingers over the delicate filigree of the feather. “It’s beautiful.”
“Not as beautiful as the girl who will be wearing it.” As he slips it on my neck, his lips curve into a soft smile. “Perfect. And, before you ask, yes. There is a tracker in there. I’ll always know where you are at any given moment.”
As I pull myself out of the tub and dry off, I send him a little wink. “Well, of course you will because I’ll tell you anytime I go anywhere.”
“Damn right.”
As I reach for a clean pair of clothes, his brows draw into a fierce frown. His hand fishes around in his coat until he pulls out his phone and stares at the screen. For a moment, a flare of concern flashes through my system until I remember—the email.
“Why am I getting the Lantern article tonight? It’s not due for a few more days.”
“Oh nothing,” I reply in a syrupy sweet voice. “Just thought you might have some critiques.”
Again, his eyebrow raises, causing my stomach to flip. As he skims the articles, my heart pounds in my chest so loudly it’s all I can hear. It seems to take an eternity to finish, but when he does, he simply puts the phone back in his pocket and rocks his head back and forth to pop his neck.
“I am giving you thirty seconds as a courtesy. Do make good use of it. Because when I catch you, and I will catch you, your ass won’t be able to sit for a long damn time.”
“What?” I giggle as nervous laughter bubbles up to the surface. “You don’t like my article?”
“Expose,” he growls, stalking toward me. “No secret left unturned. Read all about it. Initiation of the damned? My dear, you’ve more than outdone yourself.”
“Just gotta keep you on your toes. Just because you’re officially my Master doesn’t mean it’s going to be easy for you.”
“Oh, I don’t expect it to. Now then, my little silver-tongued fae. Run.”
With a peal of laughter, I race from the room and tear into the main atrium. Others look at me in bewilderment as I run about, as naked as I left, but I don’t care. Let them stare. Let them laugh. I finally found where I belong, and I don’t plan on leaving anytime soon.
When I started my investigation into Chi Sigma Delta, I never thought it would lead me to this life of pain and pleasure, but even better, it led me to my soul mate.
My perfectly dirty dean.