4. ~Ariana~ #2
He shoved me forward, so my cheek was pressed against the tile, and my ass was up in the air, my hands trapped behind my back in his stupid magical cuffs.
He yanked my dress up at the back, and then I jerked as I felt his fingers rimming my asshole, the gross cold sensation of the thick cum making me shudder.
In the next second, the vibrator was suddenly gone, and I sucked in several breaths of relief, even as my pussy still pulsed.
“Grind that dripping cunt on the tile,” he commanded.
I was still too far gone to do much else, the need still there, and urging me on, because he’d stopped the vibrator while I had been close to another orgasm. As over-sensitized as I was, it had opened up some sort of floodgate, and I just couldn’t stop myself from chasing another.
He was making me crazy. He was pushing me into some sort of fucked-up sexual headspace where I wanted disturbing things, where I needed the relief more than anything else.
“Yes, there it is,” he said, as I rubbed my pussy all over the tile, despite the awkward positioning. “You’re realizing how much you need this, how much me doing this sort of thing gets you off.”
Bliss built oh-so quickly, and I was on the verge of coming again, when he suddenly thrust his cold cum-covered fingers into my ass in one shot, driving deep and forcing me open.
The pain and burn of it collided with the building pleasure, and it shot me over the edge, and I was coming harder than I had so far. So much harder.
A shriek tore from my throat as he started twisting inside my ass, curling and dragging his fingers, and playing with my tight hole, torturing me and coating my walls with all that cum. It was as fucked-up and disgusting as it was arousing, and I came again and again.
All I could feel was him opening my ass up and tormenting me, then my pussy pulsing with almost painful pleasure.
I was a blathering mess of panting, shuddering, and screaming, until I collapsed on the tile, just twitching and twitching, unable to take another second.
When he suddenly yanked his fingers out of my ass, it set me off again, and I came again, actually spraying all over the tile this time.
He filled my vision in the next moment as he crouched down in front of me, yanked on my hair, then shoved his fingers into my mouth and forced me to choke down my own taste. “All of it,” he ordered. “Clean my fingers and swallow it all down.”
When he was done, he dissolved the cuffs, then stepped back, watching me intently as I pushed back onto my haunches, breathing heavily, and trying to regain my equilibrium.
“You could’ve stopped me at any time, sweetheart. But you didn’t. You wanted it. You were lost to it, completely and utterly into it. You love what I do to you, don’t you?”
“Fuck you.”
“Soon.” He winked. “Once we get back to the Academy. For the rest of tonight, I’ll leave you be. Your little party break is over. Get back to it.” He swept his hand over me, and then my dress was fixed, all the cum was gone, the mess I’d made on the floor, and my mouth was even minty fresh.
“Why did you do that? Help me?”
He crouched down in front of me and slid his hands to my cheeks.
“I’m not a monster.” As he registered my stunned reaction, something uncertain flickered in his eyes, and he abruptly released me.
“Or, it might just be because I don’t want to damage my toys.
They won’t work as well for me then, will they? ”
I glared out at him. “I’m not your toy.”
“I beg to differ.”
“Get the fuck out,” I growled at him, pushing unsteadily back to my feet.
The bastard had the audacity to wink at me, before he then teleported away.
I slumped against the nearest wall as I tried to come down from it all and that latest dose of his depravity.
I couldn’t believe it.
I couldn’t reconcile what I’d allowed him to do to me, what I’d reveled in him doing to me, even the most fucked-up aspects of it.
How was he bringing this out in me?
Why was I letting him?
What the fuck was—
A knock sounded at the bedroom door.
Oh, shit.
“One second!” I called back.
I scrambled then, rushing out of the bathroom and making a beeline for my chest of drawers, where I found a pair of clean panties, slipped them on, then hurried to my closet and switched out my high heels for a pair of more comfortable block heels.
Then I sucked in a couple of steadying breaths, patted down my hair, and unlocked the door, and opened it.
And there my mom was standing at the threshold, eyeing me with concern.
“Hey, Mom. I was just about to head back down.”
“Is everything okay?”
“Of course, yeah. Why?”
“You keep disappearing for some space. Is it the party? Is it too overwhelming?” Her face fell. “Is it upsetting you?”
“No,” I lied, outright, trying to swallow down the guilt that threatened to rise up.
I reminded myself that it would be nothing compared to the upset it would cause if my family really knew the truth about how I actually felt. Beyond just the party. With every fucking thing. Or what I planned to do to make it better once this last year of the Academy was over and done with.
It was the only thing I could do.
They just wouldn’t accept that.
And they would fight me every step of the way.
That was the last thing that I wanted.
I didn’t want to hurt them. In any way.
They’d tried so hard to give me a good life.
The brutal truth was that there just wasn’t a place for me in this world.
Everyone else knew it, but they’d never believe it.
They were blinded by me being their daughter, their granddaughter. By the fact that they viewed my existence as a miracle.
It wasn’t true beyond the confines of our family, though.
It just wasn’t.
I took my mom’s hands and told her, “I love all this effort you’ve gone to for this celebration, how much you all put into it. It means so much to me. Thank you, Mom.”
She still looked skeptical, even though I knew she couldn’t actually feel anything negative from me because of my spell. “I just want you to be happy. You know that, yes?”
“Of course. I feel it from you all the time. From the entire family.”
I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into me, holding her tightly.
She hugged me back just as tightly, giving me so much care and love as she always had for every single day of my life.
When we finally pulled back, she told me, “I’m so sorry your grandfather couldn’t be here tonight.
He had a prior engagement that he just couldn’t miss.
He absolutely hates that he couldn’t attend.
We thought he might be able to make it here by the end of the night, but he’s just reached out and informed me that it won’t be possible.
I know he’ll make it up to you. He loves you so much. ”
“It’s okay, Mom. I know he does. He’s always doted on me. He’s the sweetest.”
A chuckle broke through her worry. “Until you were born, I could never have imagined him being referred to as the sweetest. You really changed him, Ariana. You really softened him and brought out his loving, familial side.”
I beamed out at her.
“I have a little extra gift for you, before you open your mountain of presents later.”
I watched curiously as she twirled her hand and a spark of her gold magic with the blue flecks erupted, a moment before a piece of jewelry materialized, levitating in the air.
I choked as I took in a beautiful and intricate pendant hanging by a golden chain. It had a glittering heart in the center, my name engraved within it, and it was surrounded by gold angel wings. My angel wings, the specific markings reflected exactly in the jewelry design.
I ran my fingers over it reverently. “This is unbelievable. So beautiful.” I looked out at her. “I can’t believe you did this.”
She smiled and opened the clasp. “Wear it with pride, my darling girl. Because that’s all you should be feeling.
You’ve come into your full power now, that’s something to be proud of.
It’s amazing, in fact. Don’t let anyone or anything take that from you.
” I lifted my hair out of the way and she clasped the necklace for me.
I ran my fingers over it as it rested above the bust of my dress so perfectly.
“You are incredible, my beautiful daughter.”
My voice came out as a strained rasp as I said, “Thank you so much, Mom.”
I hugged her to me again and my heart broke a little as she gazed down at me with so much love and care.
“What do you say we finish up this party now and then you can take a ride on that new motorcycle of yours? Pops may want to race you. He bought one a couple of months ago and he’s been on it during any little bit of downtime that he has from the Guardian Movement.”
“That actually sounds like fun.”
“I’ll just have to give him a reminder about toning down his reckless side, because riding definitely brings that out in him.”
“I bet Papa had a lot to say about that.”
She laughed. “He definitely did.”
“What about Dad?”
“He took a different approach.” She shook her head in dismay. “He raced him in wolf form.”
“Who won?”
“Dad. But don’t tell your Pops that. We had to call a tie.”
That had me bursting out laughing.
And it felt really good.
It even managed to push everything else down for me.
I held onto it as she led me back downstairs.
I held onto them, and how amazing and adored my family made me feel.
And in moments like this, I let myself believe everything would be okay.
I breathed in that lie and immersed myself in them, shutting out the outside world.