Chapter 17 #2
Anthony: see you soon
Instead of waiting to see if he has anything more to say, I put my phone down. Excitement and anticipation fill me in equal measure as I open my bedside table and pull out the mask I stashed in there a few weeks ago, and the supplies I’ll need for what I’m planning.
The mask is almost exactly like the one I wore last time, but instead of being plain black, the lower part of it has a white skeleton print on it. The image is sharp and detailed, but more importantly, it’s intimidating as fuck, and I can’t wait to see West’s reaction to it.
Feeling way too giddy, I tuck the mask and the other supplies into my hoodie pocket and open the app I got from Xave.
I’ve always known that there are hidden doors all over the building, but I had no idea just how extensive the corridors are and how many ways there are to move around the house without being seen.
Thanks to the app, I’ve learned that every dorm room has a hidden door in its closet, and it’s surprisingly easy to move from room to room when you know where you’re going.
West’s room is at one end of the hall and right next to the stairs, while mine is at the other end of the floor and close to the elevators. His room is directly across the hall from mine, which you’d think would make things complicated, but thanks to the app, it’s not a problem at all.
Once the app has loaded my route, I go into my closet and feel around on one of the shelves until I find the release button that opens the hidden door built into one of the wall panels, then slip into the dark and dusty corridor behind it.
I have to use the flashlight on my phone as I navigate the route, and some parts of it are a tight squeeze, but I get to West’s room with no hiccups. I’m practically vibrating with anticipation when I carefully pop open the door in his closet and slip out of the corridor.
His closet door is closed this time, giving me some extra cover as I shut the hidden door behind me. Once I’m sure it’s secure, I slip on my mask and pull up my hood.
Moving as silently as possible, I press my ear against the closet door and listen for any clues that will tell me where West is in his room. I wait a few seconds, but don’t hear anything helpful, so I’m extra careful as I twist the knob and crack the door open.
His room is mostly dark, with only his desk lamp and bedside table light on, and I find him standing in front of his bookshelf with his back to me. Being as careful as possible, I slip into his room and silently close the closet door behind me.
I can’t tell if he’s looking for something on his shelf or if he’s disassociating and just happened to be in front of his bookshelf when it started, but he doesn’t move as I creep toward him, taking slow, sliding steps so I don’t hit a weak spot and give myself away by making the floors creak.
“Gotcha,” I rasp and wrap my arms around him, pulling him tight against me just in case he has any thoughts of trying to escape.
He stiffens in my arms, and for a second, I think he’s going to shove me away or fight, but it’s like my voice calms his instincts, and he physically relaxes as he leans back against me.
“That’s right,” I say in that same low, slightly raspy voice I used last time. “You knew exactly what you were doing when you texted me, didn’t you?”
“You’re wrong,” he says in a breathy voice.
“I don’t think I am.” I nuzzle my cheek against his, the soft material of the mask catching on both of our stubble as I breathe in the scent of soap and spice that always seems to follow him. “You’re not fighting me,” I tease and drag my cheek over his again.
He makes a little sound, sort of like a frustrated grunt mixed with an exasperated sigh, but I don’t miss how he seems to melt against me a little bit more when I slide my hand down his stomach and gently cup his dick.
He’s already half hard, and I give him a few gentle squeezes as he grows to full mast against my palm.
“This doesn’t lie.” I give him another teasing squeeze.
“What are you going to do to me?” he asks, and I can’t tell if the tremble in his voice is from fear or excitement. Or both.
“Depends.” I press my lips against his neck.
The mask is between us, and he must like how it feels against his skin because he lets out a soft moan and tilts his head to the side so I have better access.
“On what?” he asks in that needy, breathy voice that makes me want to do unholy things to him.
“On you.” I press another mask-covered kiss against his throat.
He breathes out a soft sigh and sags in my arms as he fully gives into the moment—and to me.
I love how pliant he is, and how he can go from fiery and defiant to needy and desperate in a heartbeat. And the way he can’t even pretend to fight me is way hotter than it has any business being.
“Me?” he asks, already sounding completely out of it.
“Yes.” I press one more chaste kiss against his neck, then put my lips next to his ear in that way I know drives him crazy. “You have a choice,” I tell him, my voice so low it’s barely above a whisper. “I’m going to fuck you,” I assure him. “That part isn’t up for debate.”
He stiffens again, but the sharp intake of his breath and the way his hard dick pulses under my hand tell me he’s not as opposed to my statement as he probably should be.
“But,” I continue. “It’s up to you to decide if you want to be good and get rewarded, or if you’re going to learn that bad boys get punished.”
He makes a soft, strangled sound that could mean anything, but doesn’t fight or even try to pull away as I slide my other hand up until I’m cradling his throat. I don’t squeeze or try to cut off his air, that’s not what this is about. It’s the threat that I could if I wanted to that matters.
“What’s it going to be, West?” I ask when he stays frozen in my arms.
He lets out a soft moan and presses his ass back against my dick when I say his name, and I tuck that away for later.
I’ve noticed how he reacts not just to what I say, but how I say it. I don’t have to use threats or force or coercion to get what I want from him, and there’s something about having that kind of power over him that gets me way hotter than it should.
“Are you going to be good for me?” I drop my voice so it’s more of a low purr than a rasp. “Or am I going to have to teach you a lesson?”
“I don’t know,” he says, sounding adorably confused and spaced out.
I give his cock a few slow strokes over his sweats and tighten my grip around his throat.
He moans, and my dick pulses with need when he pushes against my hand, silently asking for more.
I reward him by adding a little more pressure to the arteries in his neck, and he lets out a happy-sounding sigh as he grinds his ass back against my dick.
“Did I say you could do that?” I let go of his cock and grip his hip to hold him in place.
“Please,” he whispers.
“Please, what?” I nuzzle my cheek against his again. “Please stop. Please give you more. Please fuck you.”
He makes a sound that’s a cross between a grunt and a moan and rubs his ass against my dick again, pushing against the hold I still have on his hip.
Clucking my tongue disapprovingly, I spin him around so he’s facing me.
“Seems like someone is having trouble behaving,” I say and wrap one hand around his throat again.
His eyes widen as I squeeze tight enough that he has trouble pulling in his next breath.
“Looks like I’m going to have to teach you a lesson.”
He lets out a gurgling cry and grabs my wrist in both hands as I walk him backward until the backs of his legs hit the side of his mattress.
He lets out a little sound of surprise as he rocks on his feet from the unexpected impact, and I use my grip on his throat to force him down so he’s sitting on the edge of his bed.
“Did you like sucking my dick?” I ask as he stares up at me, his expression an intoxicating mix of shock and need.
He swallows, and his Adam’s apple bobs under my hand as the muscles in his throat move and work.
“Use your words,” I tell him when he gives the slightest tick of his chin.
“Yes,” he whispers, and his thready, strained voice is way hotter than it has any business being.
His eyes track my free hand as I push the front of my sweats and boxer briefs down, and my hard cock nearly slaps him in the cheek as it swings free.
“Do you want to do it again?” I ask.
“Yes,” he whispers, and the hungry way he’s staring at my cock as it bobs in front of him is almost as hot as having him at my mercy like this.
Slowly, I release his throat and rest my arms at my sides.
He blinks up at me, like he’s expecting some sort of trick, but I just wait as he seems to go through an entire silent conversation with himself, complete with a little nod at the end, before he finally reaches for me.
His hand is shaking as he wraps it around my dick, but his touch is strong and confident as he drags it down my shaft. He does it again and adds a little twisting squeeze around my cockhead that makes me gasp and rock into his touch.
He lights up at my reaction, and his expression goes wicked as he greedily pumps his hand up and down my shaft in hard, practiced strokes.
“Fuck yeah,” I say on a low moan, letting him hear how much I’m enjoying his attention.
A little smirk-smile tilts the corner of his lips, and my breath catches as he licks his lips and leans closer.
The first touch of his tongue against my tip makes me gasp, and I have to fist my hands to keep them at my sides as he wraps his lips around my shaft and draws about half of my length into his mouth.
West’s eyes flutter closed, and a look of bliss crosses his features as he moves over me in long, measured glides, taking a bit more of my length with each pass until I’m pressing down his throat and he can swallow around my head.
One thing I noticed last time is that West doesn’t just suck dick like it’s a way to get things moving, or it’s something he has to do to get to the good stuff.
I thought his enthusiasm might have been because it was his first time, but he’s just as into it now as he was a few days ago.
“Fuck yeah,” I murmur and slide my fingers through his soft hair. “So good.”
He moans around my shaft, and I lock my hips so I don’t drive my dick down his throat and face fuck him until he can’t take it anymore.
I’m sure he’d let me, and he’d probably like it, but that’s not what I want right now.
Soft words of encouragement fall from my lips as he works me over, and all too soon, I feel the start of my orgasm gathering low in my body like a storm.
Tightening my grip on his hair, I give it a little yank to let him know it’s time to pull off.
He makes a disgruntled sound and swallows me all the way down until my dick is pressing against the back of his throat and his lips are right up against my body.
I’m not huge, but I’m definitely bigger than average, and his throat tightens reflexively around my cockhead as he chokes and coughs around me, but he doesn’t make a move to pull off.
Biting back a groan from how good his spasming throat feels, I cup his cheeks and gently pull him off me. He lets me, then sits back with a disgruntled huff.
I drag my thumb over his bottom lip, spreading the mix of spit and precum over it. “You liked that?”
His tongue darts out and brushes against the pad of my thumb, and that simple touch sends a shockwave of pleasure through me.
“Such a good cocksucker.” I gently slide my thumb between his lips, and he instantly sucks it even deeper into his mouth as he curls his tongue around it. “And now you get your reward for being good.”
His eyes light up, and I pull my thumb out of his mouth.
“Are you ready for it?”
He nods eagerly.
Reaching up, I grip the bottom of my mask, but before I can even start to pull it up, he slams his eyes closed.
Chuckling, I pull the mask up so my mouth is exposed, then plant my hands on the bed beside him and press my lips to his in a soft kiss.
West’s moan is low and throaty, and he instantly tilts his head and opens for me as I slide my tongue against his and deepen the kiss.
I haven’t kissed many people in my life, and that’s entirely by choice. With the others, it was fine, and I enjoyed it enough to keep doing it, but with West, it’s completely different.
Kissing him is all-consuming and addictive, and it’s so much more than just a physical thing. I feel connected to him on a level I’ve never experienced, or even thought I could experience, and each kiss just makes me want him even more.
And if the little sighs and bitten-off moans falling from his lips as I ravage his mouth with long, drugging kisses are any indication, West likes kissing me as much as I like kissing him.
Slowly, and almost reluctantly, I break the kiss and pull away. I could get lost in him, and that’s dangerous.
His brow furrows in confusion, but I just press my thumb against his lips to quiet him before he can speak. “Don’t move.”
He doesn’t exactly freeze, but he locks his body up, and I head over to his bedside table so I can shut off the light. His submission is hot as hell, but it’s how he doesn’t even hesitate to do what I say that’s so damn addictive.
When the light is off, I return to my position in front of him and pull my mask back down. Now the only light in the room is coming from his desk lamp, and it’s behind me. That means I can see his face, but he won’t be able to see mine now that I’m backlit.
“Open your eyes.”
He hesitates, but only for a moment, then he does as I said.
He blinks a few times, and his entire body relaxes as he lifts his eyes back up to mine and presumably sees that my mask is back down and my identity is still hidden from him.
Silently, I reach into my hoodie pocket and pull out the hand restraints I stashed in there before coming over.
They aren’t the pretty, sexy type that you’d get at a sex store or would find online, and that’s exactly why I got them.
The entire thing is made of a tightly woven material that’s similar to a seatbelt, and is essentially two loops that are held together by a short connecting piece to create something that looks a lot like a figure eight, only the loops have little tails on them, and are loosened and tightened using tension locks.
West’s eyes widen, and his mouth falls open in a little “O” of surprise as I hold it in front of him and let it dangle from one finger teasingly.
There’s fear in his gaze, but there’s also an undertone of excitement, and my dick, which is still out and saluting the room, bobs comically as my body tightens in anticipation.
“Put out your hands.”