3. Chapter 3
Chapter 3
Carlton
W e’ve been back at the sorority house for two hours, and Annie Jones has been sprawled on her bed ever since, her shiny chocolate hair fanned over her pillow. The ride through the forest was rough, so I waited until we drove onto the smooth roads of town to give her the vial with the sleeping tincture from my glove compartment.
We didn’t communicate much. She barely dared to ask me what the substance was. All it took was one glare to make her throw it back without any further questions.
My cock reacted to that.
I liked her obeying me.
And I hated that I liked it.
This was something I made perfectly fucking clear in the way my jaw ticked, in the way I drove like I had a death wish. It caused her to seek refuge by pressing herself against the door, avoiding looking at me for the rest of the ride.
It wasn’t long before her eyes started to droop, and it might have to do with more than just the tincture. She trusted me enough to give in to exhaustion, because I’d saved her from the man about to slit her throat at her friends’ engagement party. I saved her that night, and I did again today, but that doesn’t mean she’s safe with me.
By the time I parked the SUV behind the brick wall that separates the sorority house’s backyard from the campus property, she slept with her mouth open, snoring lightly.
I sat back for a moment, watching her. How could someone this sweet harbor such dirty desires? I thought back to the videos she sent in the group chats, of how maddeningly they turned me on. It was obvious that LolaPuss, the user name who sent those, had the exact same body type as Annie Jones, but I would have never guessed it was actually her. Even though I did imagine her face every single time I jacked off to those videos .
I pounded my fist up and down my cock, my veins straining as I saw myself come inside that tight little cunt, fantasizing about the blood of her virginity coating my angry dick.
My cock twitches in my pants as I watch her lie on her bed, and my fist clenches in front of my mouth. I’ve been sitting in this chair for hours, watching her sleep and wondering how we got here. How could she be so reckless to do what she did?
To think that she almost got away with it. If she hadn’t eventually balked at the price she had to pay, I would have never known, and she’d have ended up nastily used by those bastards.
My leather-covered knuckles press against my mouth. I should have broken that fucker’s legs, too, not just his arms. I should have hammered my fist into his mouth until all of his teeth came loose.
I might just seek him out and do it anyway.
Annie shifts and brings her legs together, shaking from the chill. I didn’t pull the comforter over her. I didn’t even remove her mask. Her face and pussy are still smeared with my cum, and a few droplets of her own blood stain her white dress .
She’d be the perfect offering to a barbarian heathen.
One that took his time fanning her hair over the pillow, giving special attention to each and every strand. Treating her like a work of art.
I rise slowly from the chair and slip out of her room, moving down the stairs quietly, like a ghost. The other girls are here too, but at almost four o’clock in the morning, the chance of running into them is small. Besides, I’d hear them way a mile away before any of them would cross into my path.
I slink out into the back yard and head right to the spot where Denmark is crouching in the bushes. He’s blending into the shadows so well that he’s almost invisible to the untrained eye unless he moves.
“Brought what I asked?” I demand, standing in front of the bush. Now safe behind the wall I create with my bulk, he stands and places the foil packs of pills into my hand. I look down at them.
“I’m gonna need long term ones, too. Bring me the newest ones that go easiest on the hormones.”
Denmark cocks his head, confused. Can’t blame him. I’ve never asked for this before.
“Sir? ”
My eyes turn into bullets.
It’s all the response he needs. He turns and disappears like a shadow among the bushes, hoisting himself over the wall in the corner with the big thick oak tree.
Minutes later I slink back into her room, lock it behind me, and come to hover over her bed.
It’s breathtaking how Annie Jones resembles a ravished young vestal curled on her side, knees up against her chest and hands under her cheek. My pervert eyes move down her frame to where her pussy is exposed under her dress that’s hiked up her ass, dried cum on the back of her thighs. Hunger rises in the pit of my stomach.
I could fuck her right now, and she’d be none the wiser in the morning. She would blame the soreness on what happened back at church.
I should fuck her.
I should take what I need from her just like she took what she wanted from me without consent. If I knew who she was, I would have never gone to town on her like that. But that’s not even what angers me most. It’s that she put herself in danger. Terrible things could have happened to her in that old church, and I wouldn’t have saved her if her identity hadn’t been revealed.
The cheeky little thing has been trying to get into my pants for months, which got on my last nerve. It’s worth mentioning that LolaPuss didn’t only send videos in the group chats, she also slid into my DMs to send me nudes. She must have relied on her mean tech skills to cover her tracks if push came to shove, but I would have found her out if I’d wanted to.
As for the real her, it annoyed the shit out of me that she kept trying to get my attention. I never wanted to admit why.
There’s no way to deny it now.
I never wanted a taste because once I did, I might not be able to stop, and something inside me always knew that.
Hated it too, which is why she aggravated me the way she did.
Annie Jones is far more than just a pretty little face with a great body. She has a slim waist that makes her round little ass stand out in a way that’s got every cock owner on campus turning their heads after her—all of them except the other Kings. Sade and Micah are too obsessed with their own women, and Damon isn’t fucking human. She’s somewhat of a tech genius, which is what got her into Norton King’s—and into the claws of men like me. I had no plans of fucking her, but I sure as hell had plans of employing her in my company and keep her there for the rest of time.
Now I’m going to claim her in more ways than one, and she’s only got herself to blame for it.
Throwing the pills on the bedside table, I head to the door next to her tiny vanity table leading to her adjoining bathroom. It’s small, and there are no windows, which is good, because there’s no way for someone to sneak into her room through here. The cream-colored tiles make the place feel more spacious than it is. White and creamy beige are the themes of her room, from the wallpaper to the frame of her mirror. Only the sheets on her bed are pastel blue, just like the clothes she likes to wear. Pastel blue, pink and purple. Little dresses or skirts, sweaters and sneakers that remind of a school uniform. The way she’s always pushing her glasses up her nose, clutching her tablet against her chest or gleefully digging into croissants at breakfast while listening to her friends’ gossip would make any man worry about his sexual preferences if it turned him on. She’s over twenty-one, but there’s something distinctly girly about her. And I’m not into that kind of stuff.
But for some stupid reason, she called my attention like a magnet, and it pissed me the fuck off.
Which is why she took matters into her own hands.
I slide one of her neatly stacked towels from the rack, roll it lengthwise and bend it in half before I hold it under a jet of hot water. I let the arch soak before I walk back into the room and sit down on the side of her bed. Watching. She’s got her back at me, her knees still curled up to her chest, the curves of her asscheeks showing under her dress. Reaching out, I slowly lift it until her fabulous ass is completely exposed to me.
Fuck, she makes me so hard.
I start cleaning her with the towel, causing her to moan, relishing the warmth. Wanting more of it, she rolls on her back, letting the warm cloth run over the lips of her pussy. She opens her legs to offer more access, and I can’t miss the chance. I run the towel through her slit, going all the way back to her ass, cleaning her thoroughly. She lowers her knees to the sides like a little frog, and I go to kneel on the bed between her legs to give myself better access. The mattress sinks like a boulder was dropped onto it, but Annie’s eyes remain closed.
The sight of her offering her pussy to me is fucking with my head. The tincture is made of natural herbs, but it’s strong enough to knock her out for hours, so when she pushes her arms up and under her pillows, her body rolling into the warmth of the towel, I know she’s all instinct. Everything she does is for real. No faking, no trying to be sexy to impress a guy she wants, forgetting all about real enjoyment in the process. This right now is the most honest expression of pleasure I’ve ever seen.
And it’s fucking addicting.
Bending down, I replace the towel with my tongue, running it up to her clit like I’m taking my first lick of ice cream. I’m rewarded with a moan that travels all the way down my spine, awakening a hunger inside me that I’ve never known before.
Throwing away the towel, I grip her hips. They disappear inside my large hands, my fingers reaching those asscheeks and digging into them. I sink my tongue deep inside her cunt only to pull it out and let it stroke its way up to her clit. She jerks up and her knees press down to the sides, asking for more.
She’s trying to get herself impaled on my tongue. She craves the sensation of fullness, but I won’t give it to her, not before I make her come all over my face. After all, she gave me her virginity tonight. I’m not a gentleman, so this is the closest thing to “gentle” she’ll ever get from me, but after what she’s had to put up with during the ritual, I don’t mind making an exception.
I lap harder at her clit, the hunger in me growing. I suck the lips of her pussy into my mouth, desperately trying to satisfy it, then lick the soaked, folded skin between them, then her clit again. I go hard at it with my tongue, and when I finally nip it with my teeth, she hisses and thrashes.
Fuck, the hunger isn’t getting any less. Do I need to fucking eat her? I do. I eat her out until her buttocks clench against my fingers and she rubs that soaked pussy on my face like there’s no tomorrow. Her legs trembling, she tries to pull her knees back up to gain some control over the onslaught of sensation, but I let go of her ass and clamp my hands down on her knees, keeping them pinned to the bed. It gives her no choice except to take all the pleasure I’m giving her, her upper body arching up from the mattress, her hands gripping at the sheets.
I look up to make sure the tincture is still working, and it is. Her eyes are hooded, and what I can see of her irises tells me she’s still in the land of dreams. Which is why, when my name escapes her lips in a shivering sigh, I shudder with pleasure. She’s dreaming of me. I’m the one she wants, even in her dreams, even after I ravaged her virgin pussy like a nasty bastard.
This is me making up for it.
I push my face into her cumming pussy, licking relentlessly, leaning into her pleasure. Not allowing her to relieve the slightest bit of it, keeping her pinned to the bed and under my full control. She thrashes with her arms, fisting the sheets as she arches up with a long, shattering cry that could wake up everyone in the house. Good. Let them know she’s being taken. She’s being owned. I just wish everyone could know I’m the one who takes her.
As she descends from her orgasm I kiss her pussy like I’ve never even kissed a woman’s mouth before. I’m not a big kisser as it is, but tonight my instincts are on fire, driving me to hover over her while bracing my weight on my elbows.
I stare down at her masked face, her rose-red mouth. The skin that I can see is flushed. Need punches into my stomach to see her whole face, to revel in the satisfaction I put on it. Keeping my weight on my elbows, I cradle her head in one hand, and unclasp the mask from behind with the other. Then, slowly, I remove it.
She sighs, her lips parting, like she’s just been freed from a cage, the mask leaving lines on her temples and her cheeks.
My cock is so fucking hard. It’s going to take superhuman effort not to whip it out and stick it into her, but I hold back. I’ve never taken a woman against her will, and I sure as fuck won’t start with Annie Jones. What I should do is get off the bed and pull the comforter over her, calling it a night, but that’s not what happens. Her mouth calls to me like a siren’s song. So I find myself bending down, my face closer and closer to hers until my mouth hovers over her lips.
They’re half parted, her breathing ragged.
This is wrong.
Pleasuring her with my mouth while she’s unconscious is one thing, but stealing a kiss is no different from fucking her when she’s passed out. The devil inside me pushes. I could do it. Fuck knows I want to. I could unload my cum deep inside her again, and then again, and she’d never know.
I rip myself away from her with a hiss, but her fingers brush my arm, as if in an attempt to keep me. I stop in my tracks.
“Please,” she breathes. Her hand drops down, and she licks her lips, her head moving slowly from side to side. She scrunches her eyebrows, eyes closed, as if she’s searching for something in her dream. She brings her legs together and squirms, seeking pleasure.
“Carlton,” she whispers, and I’m done for.
I part her legs with my hands and position my knees between them, exposing that hungry little pussy. It’s so greedy for me .
Removing my gloves, I stick two fingers just as greedily inside of her.
“Fuck, Carlton, yes,” she whimpers, her hips rolling into my touch even though her pussy is tight around my fingers. It’s not in my nature to be gentle, and the fact that she’s asking for it isn’t helping her case. I pump her harder, rougher. Her eyeballs move behind her eyelids, her body struggling against the tincture. This kind of arousal would be enough to wake up a comatose, and her body is fighting to break the barrier, but the tincture is strong. I imagine what it would be like for her to wake up and find me pounding into her with a vengeance.
“Fuck this.”
My senses on fire, I unbuckle my belt and slide it off, then unzip and whip out my cock. The engorged head is purple from need. I ease my fingers out of her cunt, causing her to whimper at the loss, but quickly replace them with my cock at her entrance.
“Ah, what a needy little cunt,” I growl, pushing inside.
Fuck, she’s tight. Having taken her virginity didn’t change that. On the contrary. As aroused as it made her, my fingers and my cock were an abuse to her virgin pussy, and now she’s swollen and tender, yet wet and craving. With every inch of her that tightens around me, I lose my grip on my animal side.
The deeper I push, the more she offers me her alabaster chest, her neck. Fuck, she’s so damn beautiful. It’s the very reason why I kept away from her even though she’s always made her interest obvious. Did I know there was a virgin goddess hiding behind her cheeky girly layers? No. But I was very much aware of her perfect little ass every time she pranced around me, trying to get my attention. Which is why I should have known that she was LolaPuss. I knew the girl had starship-level brains. It was only a matter of time until she got what she wanted.
Releasing the sheets that she’s been fisting, she reaches around my waist, trying to go under my shirt, but I can’t let that happen. I don’t want her hands on the tattoos coiling all over my back and chest, marking each and every kill I made, why I made it, and how I made it. So I grip her wrists and pin them down to the bed, sinking all the way into her cunt and causing her breathing to hitch .
Her body fights against the tincture, but it can’t beat it. Her cunt tightens sweetly around me, her breathing shallow through her parted lips, her eyebrows scrunched. Before I know it, my head dips and my lips brush hers.
I stop.
I haven’t kissed a woman in years, and I only ever did it back in high school. I hated how erotic it was, and nothing about the way I like to fuck is erotic. It didn’t help that the act is even more intimate than fucking. But Annie has already felt me, and all it takes is a slight uptilt of her chin for me to take the plunge. I can’t resist it. Her smell, her warmth, the taste of her, they awaken ravaging desires in me. Raw and animalistic, yes, just like what drives me to fuck women senseless, but something new comes to life, and my body has no fucking idea how to deal with it.
My blood surges through my veins, clouding my head until only one thing remains—I’m making love to this woman, my cock all up her pussy and my tongue inside her mouth. I can’t seem to get deep enough, close enough. It’s all I can do not to crush her under my body as I bury myself balls-deep inside her, loving how it hurts her and how she whimpers in my mouth. Her lips are soft and taste of grapes, driving me to deepen the kiss like a sugar addict, to possess her mouth with growing hunger as I fuck her harder. The headboard knocks against the wall. There’s no way the entire sorority house isn’t up and fully aware of what’s happening in Annie Jones’ room right now. Today, everybody will know that she finally lost her v-card.
I wish I could let everyone know I took it.
I pound into her, her inner thighs quivering from the force, the bed creaking like it’s about to disintegrate. My balls tighten, and I’m dangerously close to unloading inside her, but I don’t want this to end. I want to keep giving her pain and pleasure, punish her for awakening this uncontrollable lust in me. But when her toes curl and her walls squeeze my cock, I’m done for. I plunge my tongue deeper inside her mouth to muffle my own groans that mix with hers. My hands clamp down on her wrists, pinning her to the bed as I hammer my dick viciously into her. Her body slackens, with no choice but to surrender to my merciless domination .
I release one of her wrists only to sink my hand in her hair, fisting it as I come inside her cunt for the second time tonight. Pleasure rolls through my body like thunder. Releasing her, I keep my weight on my elbows, sinking my face into the curve of her neck and breathing deeply as if that could help me keep her scent with me. As if it could seal my ownership over her. She wasn’t using her usual perfume when she came to the ritual, probably as another means to throw me off her trail, but after everything I’ve put her through tonight, all that remains is her natural scent of roses, which is so rare for a woman.
And it’s even rarer for me to like it. I’m not into sweet scents, and yet hers makes me want to eat her alive.
Regaining some of my self-control, I roll off of her, lying on my back with this strange satiation before I finally get up and go to the bathroom to clean myself. I’m usually quick to leave the women I fuck on the rare occasions this happens at their place, but this time I take the time to and step into a hot shower.
I shouldn’t risk Annie waking up to find me here. In fact, we shouldn’t speak to each other again. She wanted to give me her v-card and I took it. Trade concluded. I was never supposed to find out who she was, and I’m usually okay with that. But not when the woman has been trying to fuck me for a long time, and I made a point of avoiding her.
And not because I didn’t want her.
When that asshole was about to kill her at the Royales estate months ago, all the violence I’m capable of channeled toward him. The fucker held a goddamn kitchen knife, ready to cut her like she was a slaughter animal. My jaw tics as I commit the memory to the back of my head before I start to regret that I killed him fast instead of skinning him alive for her entertainment.
I walk back into her room with a towel wrapped around my waist, and stop at the foot of her bed. Fuck, she’s beautiful. A work of art, ravaged by my lust, sprawled on the bed, her lips parted and swollen from my crushing kisses. Her legs are spread apart, her skimpy dress folded above her hips and under her tits, a useless scrap of fabric that does nothing to cover how much of a used-up mess Annie is. My cum is leaking out of her cunt, the pink folds of skin reddened from the abuse of my large cock.
The bastard hardens again, veins swelling along my tattoos. I step back, grabbing my cock to keep it in check. It takes thinking of all the ways I would have wanted to make Roy suffer for trying to touch her back at church to get the beast to stand down. Picturing blood and screams and gashes across his deceiving golden boy face.
Once I’ve got myself in check, I pop one of the pills from the foil I dropped on her nightstand, hold her head up and place one under her tongue. It will melt in a matter of seconds, and remove any possibility of pregnancy.
I step into my pants and pull my shirt back on, not pausing to look at her again as I head toward the double glass doors that open onto her balcony. Every moment drags as I fight the temptation to strap her to the headboard and fuck her mouth like my life depends on it. I’d want her conscious for that anyway, fully aware of how she’s being owned, but it’s never going to happen .
Annie Jones and I can never get physical with each other again. This was a one-time thing, and one time only. Nothing but a tryst at best. I’ve never fucked a woman more than twice before, and I’m not going to start with this one.