Chapter 16
GALINA
The world goes still and my breath catches as I stare at the dildo he’s holding right in front of my face.
The thing is, I’ve never used it as a dildo, due to…well…its size.
It’s not huge-huge. Nothing like the comically oversized horse dick toy I used in the centaur book review. But it’s still probably seven inches long, and thick, and in case it needs to be said again, I’ve never had anything that big inside me.
The Ghost Prince lowers his hand, and I shiver when the head of the toy starts to drag lightly down between my breasts over my uniform blouse.
Then lower. My stomach caves softly as the thick toy drags down and down…
A galloping nervousness mixes with a flickering flame of raw need when I remember what he just said to me.
Are you going to take it like a good girl?
The toy drags over the hem of my skirt and slides down between my thighs, rubbing electrically over my pussy through the pleated fabric and the lace of my panties.
Holy shit, he can’t seriously mean…
An achy, needy sound falls from my lips and my face caves when The Ghost Prince slips the toy under my skirt and drags the huge head right against my slit.
A deep, masculine, modulated groan hums in his chest.
“Has this ever been inside that pretty pussy, baby?”
Another agonizingly broken sound tumbles from my mouth as he starts to drag the head of the toy up and down my seam, bumping it over my swollen clit and then sinking it between the tops of my thighs.
“I’m sorry, what?” he growls with a hint of dark amusement in his robotic tone.
“I—oh God…”
The gasp chokes in my throat, my eyes widening as he suddenly slips the fat head underneath the edge of my panties and glides it to my bare lips.
I’m so fucking wet.
Like, immediately. Maybe I’ve been turned on ever since he started to prowl toward me. Or earlier, when I could feel his eyes on me before I turned around.
I’m pretty sure both of those make me more than slightly deranged. But the really fucked-up part is, I’m pretty sure my panties became soaked through the very second I tried to open the doors and realized they were zip-tied shut.
Beside tasting fear, it was another flavor that flooded my tongue when I looked down and saw that plastic tight around the door handles and felt the dark presence at my back.
Need.
Desire.
A primal want that defies all logic and genuinely frightens me.
Because the thing is, I don’t just play the “Villainess” role for the benefit of my followers.
I do it for me.
She’s the version of me who can shake off any and all societal pressures and norms. The version of me that doesn’t have to be the good girl.
Doesn’t have to play nice or be afraid of the desires that claw at her insides.
When I first started this whole thing, I told myself that Velvet Villainess was my alter ego.
A mask and a costume I put on to shake off the constraints of the real me.
Galina Nikitin couldn’t go on camera to hundreds of thousands of followers in sexy outfits waving around sex toys and gushing about absurdly hot dark romance books.
But Velvet Villainess could.
In class the other day, Lochlan was talking about the Persona and the Shadow. And I’ve been realizing over the last few weeks that I think I’ve had it backward.
Velvet Villainess isn’t the mask.
She’s the Shadow.
She’s the hidden and repressed parts of me. And it’s Galina who is actually the Persona. The facade that my world interacts with.
An inhuman, desperate sound wrenches from my throat when The Ghost Prince notches the fat head of the toy right at my opening. My eyes go wide as my mouth falls open, my gaze snapping back to the black eyeholes of his mask.
“I asked you a question, little villain,” he murmurs.
I swallow and quickly shake my head.
“No,” I choke breathlessly. “No, I’ve never—fuuuuck!”
My chest hitches and my brow crumples when he slowly starts to push the toy into me. My thighs quiver, my knees shaking as a stretching sensation throbs between my legs.
“You’re so fucking tight, baby,” he murmurs in that hauntingly robotic tone, every filthy thigh-clenching MaskTok fantasy come to life.
His masculine scent fills my nose as he pins me harder to the door at my back and dips his mask to my ear.
“I’m going to have to stretch this tight little cum hole if my cock is ever going to fit inside.”
Oh Jesus…
I cry out as he twists the head inside me, creating delicious friction against my inner walls that has my eyes rolling back in my head.
“And you will be taking every inch of my thick cock in this tight fucking hole, little villain.”
My mind flashes back to him stretching my jaw open and thrusting over my tongue.
Fucking hell.
He’s even bigger than this toy. A lot bigger.
I exhale softly in relief when I feel him slip out the inch of the toy he’s had buried in me.
Then suddenly I’m gasping as he wraps his arm behind me and under my ass and effortlessly lifts me off my feet.
I squeal, choking another gasp as I cling to him instinctively.
My knees clamp around either side of his hips, my arms wrapping around his bare neck before I realize it.
He turns and strides over to Professor Edwards’ desk. My body jerks, my knees squeezing his hips even harder when the sound of him clearing the desk with one hand shatters the silence of the room.
He sets me down on the edge of the desk, my knees still spread to either side of him as he stands between them. His hand slides between us, and I whimper when his fingers glide over the soaking wet lace of my panties.
An angry growl rumbles in his throat.
“What the fuck did I say, little villain?” he rasps.
My brow furrows. “I—”
He quickly slips his fingers under the edge of my panties, his knuckles brushing my throbbing pussy before he grabs the lace in a fist and leans close.
“You don’t fucking wear these around me anymore.”
His arm jerks back, and I cry out as he half-rips, half-drags my panties down my thighs. He drops to his knees, yanking them past my calves and letting the scrap of lace dangle from one shoe.
He shoves my legs apart, and my face heats as his head delves between my thighs and under my skirt.
For half a second, I was confused why he was pulling my pleated skirt over his head. But when I feel him push up his mask, I get it.
Oh God…
“Fuuuuck!” I cry out when his wet tongue drags between my lips. My eyes roll back when he does it again, letting the tip of his tongue slide deep into me. He teases it higher, curling it around my swollen clit as he pulls it between his lips.
Holy fuck.
His tongue dances back and forth across my aching clit, making me see stars as I squeal and moan and cry out for more.
And then I feel it.
The thick head of the toy sinks against my opening as he mercilessly tongues my clit, and I whimper with a mix of need and nerves.
It might not be as big as him, but it’s not exactly small.
But I’m so fucking wet, and when he starts to add pressure, I feel myself open. The toy begins to sink into me, forcing my eyes wide as my breath catches in my chest.
Oh, holy shit.
Holy SHIT.
“God!” I cry out.
“It’s not God stretching this tight little fuck hole open, baby,” he growls in a newer, slightly more human tone. “If you’re going to pray to anyone right now, you’d better fucking pray to me.”
It’s his real voice. That’s what I’m hearing. He’s pushed the mask up so he can go down on me.
“The taste of your pretty pussy gets me so thick and hard, little villain,” he snarls against my cunt before he sucks my clit back between his lips.
He’s clearly speaking in an extra deep, extra growly tone. But somehow, it’s even hotter to hear his real voice. To know there’s no mask right now between us.
His tongue swirls over my clit as if to underscore the point, and I jolt as my hips lift from the edge of the desk.
The Ghost Prince pushes another inch of the toy into me, liquifying my insides as I whimper for more more more. He keeps pushing, adding inch after fat inch and stretching me past anything I’ve ever felt before.
When the next inch slides in, I cry out as a mini-climax ripples through me.
“You’re taking it like such a fucking good girl, baby,” he purrs against my thigh.
Fucking hell, that mix of dominance and praise that he wraps me in drives me crazy.
One second, he’s ripping my panties off, telling me I fucked up by wearing them in the first place and demanding that I spread my legs for him.
The next, he’s licking my clit with his tongue and telling me what a good girl I am.
It’s goddamn addictive.
I let out a shuddered moan as he tongues my clit and sinks what please God has to be the last inch inside me. He keeps it there, so fucking deep in me as he adds more pressure to my clit.
Oh shit…
His tongue moves faster, batting across my aching, swollen clit as my legs begin to shake. He slides barely an inch of the toy out of me and then pushes it back in, dragging a ragged cry of pleasure from my throat as I drop my head back and moan at the empty lecture hall.
An extra-dark, fucked-up part of me begins to fill the seats with imaginary classmates, all watching me get spread wide and filled like a horny slut right in front of everyone. Watching me moan and writhe. Hearing me desperately beg for more.
My hand slips under my skirt to push my fingers under the edge of his mask.
He tenses a little but doesn’t stop me as my fingers creep a little further under the shell of his mask.
My fingertips thread into his hair, and I whimper as I hold onto him, my hips bucking and writhing as I start to break apart.
“You’re doing so well, baby,” he purrs into my pussy. “Taking that big cock like such a good girl. Now be a good little slut and cum all over my tongue, baby. Come on my fucking tongue. Make a fucking mess for me, little villain.”
The toy sinks all the way in as he sucks my clit between his lips.
And I. Fucking. Explode.