Chapter 19
My Doc Martens clomp on the wooden stairs as I make my way to my room, with Chaser hot on my heels. I glance over my shoulder at him and grin at his messy hair and too tight t-shirt that shows off his muscles and tattoos perfectly. I swear these animals I live with here have no idea whose clothing is whose. The t-shirt Chaser has on looks two sizes too small. He’s been my shadow all week. Probably because Rome and I haven’t spoken for days now and he’s been MIA all weekend. Chaser is still trying to work out what happened as neither of us will say.
He slaps my butt playfully and gives me a lopsided grin when I yelp and skip up the rest of the stairs to try and get away from him. Digging through my bag as I head down the hall toward my door, I don’t notice anything untoward until it nearly pokes me in the face.
“What the fuck?” Stabbed to the door with a hunting knife is a black piece of cardboard with the four suit symbol printed on it.
Staring at the knife, my gaze zeroes in on the small spade etched into the handle design. My brain is unable to comprehend what the fuck it’s doing there when Chaser’s front presses up against my back. He reaches around, gripping the handle of the knife and pulls it out of the door. The cardboard falls but I manage to catch it before it hits the floor.
I grab my keys from my bag and unlock my door, walking in carefully, afraid there’s a booby trap or someone waiting in here, but it’s all clear. Walking over to my desk, I drop my bag down and turn the cardboard over in my hands as the loud click of the door closing echoes around the room. I glance up at Chaser who has an opened black envelope in his hands as he stands at the end of my bed.
“Where was that?” I ask.
“On your bed.” He flips it over to look at the half-torn envelope with a blue wax seal still attached to it.
Dread pools in the pit of my stomach. “My door was locked. How the fuck did someone get in here?” I glance at the window which is also closed shut. Taking two large steps toward my bed, I snatch the envelope out of Chaser’s hand and study it.
“It could have been the maid.”
“Bullshit. I know who has been in here.” I pull my door open with more force than necessary and storm up the stairs to the third floor.
With my anger simmering, I take in my surroundings as I haven’t ventured up here yet. It’s decorated much the same as the rest of the place, only there’s a sense of foreboding floating around and it makes me uneasy. I spot Sin’s room instantly with the obnoxious gold crown attached to his dark wooden door. I slam my fist on the door and I’m met with silence. I know he’s in here. I grip the handle and throw the door open, storming in without thinking, to be met with Sin laying back on his bed with his dick in his hand. He lazily continues to stroke himself as I stand in the middle of his room in complete shock, unable to form a coherent thought let alone make my brain tell my legs to get me out of here.
His dark gaze locks with mine, his lips part ever so slightly as his pleasure peaks and ebbs with every movement of his hand. “Want to rub one out for me?” His eyes glow as the devil unmasks itself and his body tightens, letting me see him unhinged and vulnerable.
I choke on my words and a quiet squeak escapes instead. My eyes are glued to his huge dick as his fingers squeeze the tip and then stroke down the impressive length and back up. Watching him pleasure himself makes my insides clench and I can feel the slow dull throb between my legs as I stand there pressing my thighs together.
“Come and taste it. I promise I won’t tell mom you’re my new fucktoy.” He bucks his hips slightly and the movement jerks me back to reality.
“You’re so fucking grotesque.” I spin on my heels and hightail it out of there, my original plan to pick a fight with him gone out the window.
I burst through my door to find Chaser already gone and thank fuck for that because I don’t think I could explain why I’m so flushed and needy after watching my adoptive brother giving himself a hand job. With my heart thrumming in my chest and my pussy throbbing, I lock my door and head to the bathroom to splash my face with water to cool myself down. Opening the top drawer to grab a face washer, I spot the finger vibrator that freak sent me. Picking it up, I climb into the shower fully dressed and turn on the cold water. I don’t even know what I’m doing at this point, my body has taken over and I find myself stripping off my jeans and sitting on the shower floor, the icy cold water doing nothing to dissipate my need to get myself off.
Turning on the little vibrator, its quiet hum is lost in the raging torrent pouring out of the shower head. I spread my legs and close my eyes as I lean against the tiles and hesitantly press the tip of the finger against my clit, rubbing it in small circles. Pleasure spikes through my core instantly and I know it won’t take me long to make myself come. I run the tip of the vibrator down my wetness until it’s sitting at my entrance, I push it in slowly, carefully testing the remnants of him tearing me apart. It feels uncomfortable but not painful per se, more a pleasurable ache that heightens my arousal. I push it in all the way and my pussy clenches around it in anxiety and need. Biting my lip to stop a moan from ripping through my lips, I continue to pump it in and out. Pressing upward to hit my sweet spot, it causes a ripple of pleasure to course through me, curls my toes and makes me throw my head back. I can feel I’m on the brink as I slowly rub up and down my slit to my clit and back, at the same time trying to erase the image of Sin with his massive dick in his hands. But it’s too late, the mental image of him pleasuring himself takes me over the edge and I shatter over the cloned finger of my stalker. Riding the wave of white hot ecstasy, I see stars behind my eyes as wave after wave of aching pleasure flutters through my core and out toward my heavy limbs.
Opening my eyes, it’s as though I’ve come back down from a high I didn’t know I needed. “Shit.” I scramble up off the floor when I realize my bathroom door is wide open and I hope to fuck I didn’t moan out loud as I rode the wave of my fucked up imagination.
Turning off the shower, I climb out, placing the vibrator back in the drawer to clean later. I rip off my drenched hoodie and bra before wrapping a fluffy white towel around me. Come to think of it, I have no idea who replenishes these towels each day. Maybe housekeeping has keys and they’re the ones who placed my ripped envelope on my bed to begin with. Fuck my life with a barbed wire scrubber. I’m a fucking idiot for thinking it was Sin and I’m even more of an idiot for barging into his room. Tightening my towel around me, I beeline for the door when something catches my eye on my bed.
It”s at this point I want to cease to exist when I see the fucking envelope and invite I dropped in his room as I escaped earlier. Standing in the middle of my room, I weigh up my options. I could pack my things and leave straight away, never needing to lay eyes on Sin again or I could jump out the window. Either is perfect right about now. I inch toward the door and hesitantly rattle the handle. It’s locked.
Maybe I brought the envelope and invite back in here with me and in my state of utter shock of what I was witnessing I forgot I had them in my hands. Yes, that’s the most reasonable explanation and one I’m sticking to.
My phone pings on my desk and I eye it for a moment before I pad across the room to see who texted me.
Saskia: Baby, we’re getting it on tonight!
Me: I miss you. I feel like it’s been years.
Saskia: Did you read what I wrote.
Me: I did. Where and what time?
Saskia: Open your envelope.
Me: You got one too?
Saskia: Sure did. Make sure you wear something slutty. Make those boys of yours sweat. Trust me. Love you. See you there.
Me: I haven’t even looked at it properly. What’s it for?
Saskia: Secret sex club, baby! Ignore the fact that your adoptive father owns it.
Me: Excuse me! I had no idea.
Saskia: Don’t be a prude. It’s like a gentlemans club but with special rooms. It’s very exclusive and high end. Don’t worry your pretty little head, I won’t leave your side.
Me: I’m not a prude!
I can picture her face when I tell her what I did just before. I’ll never live this down.
Saskia: S.L.U.T.T.Y!
Me: Stop shouting at me. I’ll slut it up for you and only you.
Saskia: That’s my girl.
As I go to place my phone down, another text lights up my screen. It’s from Sin and I swallow the instant giant golf ball sized lump lodged in my throat.
Sin: Enjoy that did we?
Me: No! You need to lock your door.
Sin: Then how will you be able to barge right on in next time I’m batting one out?
Me: I’m never entering your room again. I’m scarred for life!
Sin: Bullshit. I know you’ll be fantasizing about bouncing on my cock next time you’re fingering yourself.
Me: You’re vile. Go away.
Sin: Admit it.
Me: Never.
Sin: Your pussy would beg to differ.
Me: Delete my number.
Sin: Don’t leave your mail in my room again.
I throw my phone across the room and it smashes into the far wall but doesn’t break like I had intended. Hoping if it broke to pieces, I could erase all communication with Sin from my life. But that’s just not how my life goes. I’m mortified. I’m never leaving my room again after he just confirmed he brought my envelope back into my room and probably saw me fucking myself in the shower.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” I throw myself on the bed and contemplate the window option again.
The worst part is my needs aren’t even satiated from my little embarrassing session in the shower, so it wasn’t even worth it. Ever since that guy fucked me at the party and stole my virginity, he unlocked some dormant part of me that needs to be fucked and ravaged like I’ve never needed before. I don’t know what has happened to me but I make myself come every night and it’s not enough. I crave the feeling of being filled to the brim and torn apart again. To be held down, tied up and things forced upon me. It’s fucked, I know. The memory of him forcing himself into me makes me wet and it’s embarrassing. Maybe I’m broken and this is my coping mechanism, making what he did to me okay when in fact it really wasn’t.
There’s a light knock on my door and I so badly want to ignore it but I know whoever is on the other side will keep knocking until I open it.
“Hold on.” I grab my robe, making sure the sleeves cover my tattoo and tie it extra tightly to make sure it won’t open up and reveal my nakedness. I chuck my towel onto my bed and head to the door.
Unlocking it, I open it ajar to see Chaser peering in. “Are you going to let me in?”
“Depends.”
“Just open the door.” He pushes past me and makes himself comfortable on my bed, his gaze darkening with lust as he takes me in.
“Come on in.” I close the door again and eye him as he flips the envelope over in his fingers and I realize the cardboard invite is now snuggly placed back inside.
“This is an invite to Raphael’s exclusive club.”
“I know.”
He watches me for a beat before he continues. “You know.”
“Sass text me earlier.”
“If you don’t want to go, I can hang out here with you, do a little role play of what we’d be missing at the club?” He waggles his eyebrows.
I smile at him. My heart skipping a beat at the thought of having Chaser’s hands on me. “As tempting as that is, I promised Sass I’d see her there.” I take the envelope back off him. “Curiosity has got the better of me. What exactly goes on in that place?”
“Depends on what room you choose.” He winks. “I mean, it’s all consensual but some rooms are a bit darker than others.”
“Rooms?” I glance at him confused.
“Rooms you can choose to play out your fantasies in,” he explains. His tongue darts out and moistens his lower lip, catching my attention and sending sparks between my legs.
I swallow and hope my sudden desire to be ravaged by him isn’t painted on my face. “Have you been in any of the rooms?” I clear my throat as mental images of him playing out fantasies runs in the back of my mind.
He tilts his head slightly. “I haven’t. Although, it’s the only place at Sable Lakes University where all the colleges and frat houses are equal and are able to interact, if you know what I mean. Only no one is allowed to touch the queens.” He gauges my reaction.
“Are you telling me, I can date another college student? They don’t have to be from Dacre Hall?”
“Technically, you can because you’re not a member of the Spades Frat, you just live here. But I wouldn’t get too confident in that. We’ll just kill anyone that comes near you.” He licks his lips as his eyes darken, showing me his unhinged side. It rarely comes out to play unless he’s provoked.
“Right.” That statement irritates the fuck out of me and of course I now want to see what happens if I do find a guy from one of the other colleges, even better from one of the other frats.
“The car leaves in thirty minutes. I can make them wait a little longer, but because we’re the Spades Frat, we have to be the first there.” He climbs off the bed and pauses in front of me, his lingering gaze catches on the exposed part of my chest. He drags his eyes up over my throat and pauses when he reaches my mouth.
“I’ll be quick.” The sudden proximity of him has me blushing, him knowing I’m naked under my robe and the way his eyes are drinking me in, makes my heart thrum.
“I’ll see you down there.” His lip quirks up on one side before he turns on the spot, making sure his arm brushes against me, and leaves my room.
The envelope sits hot and heavy in my hand, making my mind race. I stare at the wax seal with the Sable Lakes four suits emblem on it. One emblem for each frat house I’ve learned. Running my fingers gently over the grooves of the wax, I slide out the piece of black, thick card with the same emblem on it as the wax seal. Turning it over I see it is an invitation to the exclusive club called La Manair. I’m surprised at how elegant it is for such an establishment.
YOUR PRESENCE IS EXPECTED
For a night of pleasure and pain at
LA MANAIR
RULES
EMbrACE YOUR NIGHTMARES
ABANDON YOUR INHIBITIONS
YOU WILL OBEY
DEVILS OF SABLE LAKES
The envelope is heavy and I dig my fingers in to retrieve a metal card with the club’s name on one side and on the reverse is an image of a spade with Elite Membership printed underneath. The writing and the image are printed in blue foil and it’s stunning as it shines in the light of my room. Is this the card to show at the front doors to be let in? Weird.
I place both in the clutch I’m taking tonight before I scavenge through my walk in and try find something I will be comfortable in but will still look hot as fuck in. I want to make Rome regret ever rejecting me. I want him to see me and think, that could have been mine. I need them to see me and wish I was their queen. I find a short black number with a deep v cut out of the front. This will make my huge tits look like a million dollars. I don’t bother drying my hair and straightening it, I let it fall naturally to my waist in big loose curls. I throw on some bronzer over my cheeks, go heavy on my eye make-up and round the look off with shiny lip gloss. I rub some cream into my fresh tattoo and display it proudly for all to see tonight. It’s my way of owning what happened to me and mark the occasion as something that won’t break me but make me stronger. If I could get through that ordeal and come out the other side stronger, then I’ll show off this piece as that. My strength.
Grabbing my Valentino heels from my wardrobe, retrieving my phone from the other end of the room where I threw it earlier, and my clutch, I lock my door after me and head down the grand staircase with my heart in my throat and my dignity left back in my shower.