Chapter Twenty-Three
Damon.
“You want me to go where with you?”
Jonas stands with his hands on his hips, his sweatpants slung low on them, sweat dripping down his abs and I swallow the saliva that pools into my mouth.
We’re all sweaty, having used the gym in the basement to prepare for the Christmas Eve feast Elena is having her chef prepare for tonight.
I called my parents earlier and yes, my father has chosen to resign and retire and stay in Paris with my mother indefinitely, having asked me to sort out his home in Hartford.
While Tabi, his chef, will no longer have a job, she’s going to have severance pay that will ensure she never needs one ever again and only has to cook if she wants to.
Raven is on the ground, in ‘ corpse pose ’ her “favorite” yoga position which just means she’s laying on her back like a starfish, still panting after the rigorous strength and conditioning course Jonas led us through.
“It’ll be quick. But you can get us into the restricted section, can’t you?” Jonas asks Maverick.
Raven sits up. “I can… do… that.” She pants out with nary a stutter, reaching for her leg and rubbing at the tatted-over scar.
I keep my grin to myself, remember when I followed her through the disguised book door and watched from the shadows as my Little Bird rode Maverick on the floor of the restricted section like a wanton slut needing to find God.
My dick begins to harden in my sweats just remembering the way her little cheeks turned pink, asking myself if I had a cuckolding fetish and realizing, I simply had a her fetish.
Everything that is her from her little toes, the silver stripe in her hair, and the mere scent or sight of her gets me hard enough to want to fuck her senseless.
Detaining myself and watching her get fucked or fuck like she’s searching for her next high tests my willpower and watching her climb through her peak and crash back down to earth is glorious. Every. Single. Time.
So yes, I have a Raven fetish.
I am utterly enthralled and obsessed with watching this woman come like there’s no tomorrow and I have absolutely no remorse or shame of it.
Maverick and Jonas peek over at her and I move to get to her so I can rub at her sore flesh, taking her meaty calf in my hands and pressing my thumbs to her tibia to smooth out her clammy skin over her leg. She moans and her eyes dart over to me.
“Feels… very… good.”
I beam down at her, entranced by her sweaty state in her little black biker shorts. Her praise also pleases me.
“There’s… a different way… to get” she bites down on the T, “in… A sssecret book-door th..at leads to… a ssst-staircase and… all the way d-down… to the restricted sssection. Don’t need… a key…tag to… ennter.”
I summon the tears of pride that are stinging the back of my eyes to not fall but when she notices none of us have spoken, the tops of her cheeks go pink, and she darts her gaze downward.
Maverick clears his throat, obviously swallowing down the same emotions I’m feeling to not embarrass her further. “So we just sneak in?”
Jonas is still looking at Raven like she’s the most incredible thing he ever set his eyes upon. “Kinda feeling like that’s our only option. With mostly everyone gone because of winter break, there’s less of a chance of us getting caught.”
She tips her head back to look at him and lifts her hands. I can show you how to get in and stay on the lookout .
“Thank you, baby,” he grins down at her. “Mav, if you don’t want to do this you don’t have to.”
“I didn’t say that.” He almost snaps. “I’ll… I’ll do it. I just wanted to make sure you had a foolproof plan.”
Jonas’ grin turns to a cocky smirk, “Well, two of my plans went down perfectly. So I have that going for me.”
“What plans?” Maverick asks.
Jonas puts up his middle and index fingers, “ One , seduce Raven and make her my girlfriend, and two ” he puts down his index finger so he’s flipping Mav off, “getting rid of Simon without using physical force so my girl doesn’t hurt herself.
” He puts his down, so pleased with himself I let out a chuckle.
“That was you?”
“Easy when you broadcast you have a fucking strawberry allergy to the entire Syndicate in a public setting. By the way, what were you and Damon talking about so close and comfy and cozy together at the banquet?”
Maverick and I glance at each other, but Mav shakes his head. “Nothing important. The head of the school board asked me to be the new Dean, and I said no.”
“Why’s that?”
Slipping her leg out of my hands, Raven gets up on her knees and Maverick squats down, tucking a dark strand of damp hair behind her ear.
“Because if Raven decides to go elsewhere, I’ll be readily available to leave.
I won’t be signing a new contract at the end of next semester because I’ve applied to teach at Columbia. ”
Raven grins, grabbing his hand and kissing the palm of it before he cups her face again, melting into his touch. “Julliard… accepted my… request to… re… audition.” She tells us and we’re stunned.
But then we break out in cheers with Maverick kissing her first, then Jonas dipping down to grab her and finally, I put my arms around her and kiss her firmly.
“Oh, my! What’s all the good tidings and cheers for?” Elena asks from the staircase. She’s dressed to the nines in a beautiful festive red pantsuit, her red hair is up in a tight bun, and her lips are parted into a confused smile.
If I hadn’t seen this woman in her pajamas yesterday, I’d think she woke up fashionably every morning.
“Our girl just told us Julliard accepted her request to audition for them!” He kisses Raven’s temple then helps her up.
Elena almost runs to Raven and pulls her in for a tight hug then kisses her cheek, leaving behind a kiss print. “Oh my darling, darling girl. You are going to be so wonderful!”
Raven lets out a small whimper. “Thank… you.”
And Elena’s tears well up and she smiles softly again.
“Well, aren’t you full of surprises?” Her voice cracks but she pinches her face and then shakes her head, overcome with emotions.
Her fingers reach down and thread into Raven’s.
“Come now, dinner will be ready soon and I’ve gotten Jackie to set up the living room so we can watch Home Alone while we make cookies for Father Christmas. Have you seen it?”
Raven nods enthusiastically as if watching a movie and baking with her future mother-in-law sounds like the best thing in the world to her.
“Oh, dreadful, really, for the mother to forget her own son but, it does make for a silly movie….” Her voice trails off as they climb the stairs and we’re left alone.
“We’re not getting any Christmas pussy are we?” Jonas asks with a pout.
Maverick laughs. “Is that what you wanted under your tree this year?”
“And every day after that.” He answers.
I roll my eyes. “Come on, let’s go get ready. I’m sure we can find suitable ways to quench our desires during our remaining time here.”
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A whimper wakes me sometime early Christmas morning .
“Shhh… you said you’d stay my good little tongueless whore, Siren. We have to be quiet, or you’ll wake them up too soon. Keep still.”
I arch a brow at what I’m hearing and look over to find Jonas sleeping closer to me in the giant bed. Behind him, I can see more snow falling through the windows, the sky is not bright due to the heavy clouds, but it is beautiful here.
I nudge him and the first thing he does is feel around for Raven. Not finding her and finding my chest instead, he opens his eyes in a light panic. I put a finger over my lips in a shush and jut my chin to where Maverick’s voice was coming from – the decorated tree in the room by the fireplace.
He tries to get up, but I pull him back down, the scent of his mint and citrus soap with a hint of Raven hits my nostrils, and I breathe the pup in. Fuck. I swallow down whatever words want to come out and shake my head at him to stay quiet.
“Aren’t you the most precious gift?” Maverick asks and a soft whimpering exhale fills the room, the sound going straight to my already hard length, always so ready to wake my Little Bird up properly every morning.
“Was that green?”
“Mmhmm.” She sounds muffled
“So soft and already glistening? Poor girl.” Maverick’s low condescending tone does nothing to help the ache in my balls.
“No, no, Raven. You wore this as a gift for us, this isn’t a punishment, Siren.
It’s a reward. For me, mostly. But it’s the filthiest thing you’ve ever worn, and I’ve seen every delicious inch of your naked flesh. Try to move. Oh you can’t, can you?”
There’s a small, muffled squeal and then two sharp slaps. “ Hmmph !”
“Shhh Siren… I just want to taste you while you’re like this…”
A soft, breathy moan.
This grabs our attention. Jonas and I sit up, crawling toward the edge of the titanic-sized bed to see Maverick crouching on his haunches, and our sweet, naughty girl bound on the rug beneath the tree with colorful Christmas lights in a red little number, wearing a glittering Santa hat.
She’s on her back, tits, pussy, and asshole completely lewd and exposed by her crotchless panties.
Her ankles tied to her thighs, her arms bound to her sides, and a red silk tie is gagging her.
She lifts her head, and Maverick, the beast, finally turns away from her pussy to see we’re fully awake and watching.
He grins salaciously and if the man had a beard, I’d liken him to a hungry predator, ready for the kill. “Merry Christmas.” He greets, dipping two fingers into his mouth, and releases them covered in saliva, only to shove them into Raven. Her back arches, mewling like a kitten into the tie.
She is the most erotic thing I have ever seen – a tied up, beautiful doll, created to be ruined, devoured and fucked mercilessly, and stuffed full of cum.