Chapter 51
fifty-one
“Uh, I’m so tired. Calculus is kicking my ass,” I say, throwing open the doors to our room in Theta Manor. I toss my tote bag onto the sofa and glance around the empty space. It’s not even February, but I’m exhausted. Aiden keeps me too busy with studying and library visits.
He’s been away for more evenings after class than I want.
Always busy with the new president’s strict orders.
Those are getting worse. He told me President Damon expects us to announce our appointment formally, then marry immediately.
Part of the Pairing Oversight Tribunal’s latest hoop to jump through.
In fact, he was meeting with the committees as Theta representative this afternoon, which is why I caught a ride back here with Henry.
I reach our closet, ready to throw on some sweats, but pause when my phone buzzes.
AIC
Put on the outfit I laid out for you. Wait for my escort. Follow him. Then kneel.
Me
Where r u?
AIC
Not there. I’m giving you orders. Obey me.
Me
What do I get out of it?
AIC
Either a fat cock in your cunt showering you with unyielding pleasure or
Me
Or?
AIC
One shoved into your ass so deep you won’t sit for a week
Me
Hmm…
AIC
Baby girl.
Me
Yes?
AIC
Which will it be?
Me
You’ll find out when you get here
On one of the dressers lies a strappy black bra and thong set. Open cup and slitted. Skin decoration, if anything. Next to them is a pair of extremely tall leather heels. And a full-length black robe. In the pocket? A silk black eye mask.
I slide into everything, the mask shoved on top of my head as a knock rattles the door. Teetering toward it on the towering shoes, I grab the handle and pull down to steady myself.
Bo, one of the giant Theta freshmen, stands stoically with his eyes cast toward the ceiling. “Follow me,” he grunts.
“Okiee dokiee.”
It occurs to me that Aiden added the robe so that his brothers wouldn’t see me wandering around in skimpy underwear. Part of me considers removing it and witnessing Aiden’s head explode when he finds out. Then I think about these gross guys and their lecherous looks and decide against it.
Clinging to Bo’s arm, I make it down the stairs, then the narrow basement steps to the dungeons. Right where I suspected he was taking me. Bo’s eyes never even look my way. Like he was commanded not to. And he follows orders well.
We reach a large room around the corner at the end of a hall. This one has a small transom window with iron bars over the glass. The door is solid. And in the middle? A complicated harness hanging from the beams with chains and fabric wraps… A swing.
I swallow, my clit pulsing with anticipation.
When the door shuts, I flinch, then drop the robe on top of a chest in the corner. Probably with Aiden’s favorite toys inside.
I pull the mask over my eyes and kneel, as instructed. Though part of me wonders how far I can push him until he loses his cool.
It seems like ages of waiting. Every minute that passes, my breathing picks up. Pussy gets wetter. Nipples harder.
Every second without him stretches like wax under a flame. I hate it and need it in the same breath. Waiting is part of his lesson. Wanting is how he teaches me to sit inside my own hunger. To know it. To live in it.
And to like who I am in it…
I imagine I hear him behind me several times.
Until I finally do.
One soft footfall outside the door, then a creak as it opens and closes again. A breeze over my bare back makes me shiver. Goosebumps make every hair I have stand on end as warmth from a presence hesitates over me.
A deep, penetrating voice resonates inside my chest as he speaks. “Mm, good baby girl. You did as you were told. So fucking obedient. Bet if I shove my shoe under that cunt, it’ll be soaked with need. Is that right?”
I part my lips to answer. “Y-Yes, lord.”
His breath hovers over my ear and neck as he whispers close to me. “Gather your hair for me, my hellkitten. I have a present for you.”
Smiling, I do as he instructs, holding my thick locks in a bundle on top of my head. A cold strap hits my throat, and I gasp as I feel it circle my neck. Tightening as he buckles it at the nape. It feels…right. Like it was missing, and now it’s home.
And his bottle cap dangles from the front. He must have taken it back from my jewelry box. It makes me settle with a satisfied sigh.
“My leather collar. You can wear my chained one out and during the day, but this one…”
I sense his finger slipping through the ring in front as he tugs on it.
“This one is for us. Got that?”
The weight steadies me. It’s not jewelry, it’s a heartbeat. His. Mine. Ours, fused into one strip of leather.
“Yes, my Viscount.”
A smooth hand ghosts over my arms.
“I’m going to use you tonight. However I want. You won’t have any control at all. Do you understand?”
“Yes, lord.”
“If you try to take over for me? I’ll bring Landon in here to stuff your mouth full of his monster.”
I balk. There’s no way he’d do that. The threat seems over-the-top… Right?
“Maybe I will then,” I say.
A sharp snap hits the side of my ass. The flog. I lose a breath.
“Okay! I understand!” I yell.
Breathy chuckles puff out of his mouth as he grabs my hand, then lifts me into the air.
With a few struggles, he situates my body until I’m completely suspended.
Unable to tell which direction I’m facing.
All I see is the darkness covering my eyes.
His comforting scent surrounds my senses.
As does the heat radiating off his body.
At least he never leaves me without his touch, unless it seems deliberate.
One finger trails along my skin at all times.
Sometimes a palm. Or his lips. Everything he does is amplified until I’m so desperate for him to fill me, I whimper, clutching the bar that’s holding my arms over my head.
Wrists locked to it. Ankles in some type of suspension cuffs.
Butt and back supported with thick fabric.
He shoves until I’m swinging through the air, brushing his skin with mine every time I return.
I’m spun, disoriented. Fingers thread through my hair, and I release my neck, letting it hang back. A heavy cock brushes against my lips, and I stick out my tongue to feel it. Surround the crown with my mouth.
“That’s a girl. Just like that. You suck dick so well.”
He pulls me by the harness, chains rattling, until his length slides down my throat.
Then, he holds himself there. Gagging around him, I try to breathe through my nose, but end up reaching for something.
My body bucks against the intrusion. When I think I can’t take it, he backs out.
I gasp for air, saliva spilling from the sides of my mouth.
“Do it like that again. You’ll learn…”
Thick heat overtakes my mouth again. It’s difficult, but I manage to sip in breaths around him. Swallow to stop myself from spitting up.
Over and over, he slides out slightly, allowing me a breath, then plunges back in. All the way. Until my neck feels sore from retching.
“That feels amazing. Ah, ah… What are you doing there?”
My body squirms, attempting to get away. To grasp any control.
His cock disappears. And my lungs relax fully, absorbing all the oxygen in the room in a wanton inhale. I scream as the flog rips across my bare ass.
“I told you… You don’t get any control tonight.”
The door opens, and my belly flips. Is he really letting his best friend in here?
“I’m sorry! I…” I’m not sure how I feel about this. I kind of want this to happen, but I’m also stunned that Aiden Cardell would want this. Am I going to get punished harder if I suck Landon’s dick?
“Shh… No talking. Mouth open. Neck back. The only thing your pretty head needs to worry about is obeying my instructions. Turn off your brain. Focus on me. Nothing else.”
My pulse spikes at trying to listen to the room, but I can’t. I feel panicked. Like I may do the wrong thing. Blood rushes through my ears until I imagine hearing several footsteps surrounding me.
When I almost completely flip out, my body swings forward. Aiden plunges inside my cunt so deep, my back arches. And when it does, my mouth flies open in a moan muffled by a second huge dick. Both Aiden and whoever is at my head work in tandem.
I swing forward, cunt stuffed with Aiden’s cock. My skin slaps his until the rhythm fills the air like salacious music. As I sway back, my mouth surrounds the rubbery length of whoever is behind me, throat clenching, and lips cracking around the girth.
“That’s my good whore. Taking both cocks in her.”
The dick at my head rips out and smacks across my face.
“Say you love it,” Aiden instructs me.
“I love it,” I exhale.
“Say you want both. One in your ass…and one in your needy, pretty pussy.”
“I need— Oh my gods…”
Before I can get the words out, Aiden pulls out, and his mouth suctions over my entire cunt. Tongue flicking my clit, teeth gnashing at me, fingers plunging where he once was.
But it doesn’t last.
Everything stops suddenly. Sounds of movement fill the room. Shuffles. Sharp clicks. Chains rattling until my back lifts. I’m in a sitting position, still dangling in the swing. My breathing grows shallow with anxiety, and I tremble with anticipation.
A wet, hard object tickles my tight asshole. Not waiting, it surges in, and I growl out in pain… Which quickly becomes pleasure.
Wait a minute…
Aiden steps in front of me, hairy thighs brushing my smooth ones. His cock slides through my pussy before he enters me again. This time, both of us grunt at the incredible sensation.
“Fuck! That’s so tight. Barely can get in there…” he breathes against my skin.
This can’t be Landon.
No.
Aiden rips off the blindfold, a smirk covering his sweaty face. He pulls me close and gathers my lips with his.
“You tricked me,” I say, feeling every inch of the thick dildo in my ass.
“Don’t test me, baby girl.” He holds up the flog, the thin straps dangling over my abs like a threat. The rhythm of the swing remains slow, arduous. Every movement forward, his cock plunges deeper, squeezing a squeak from me. I’m stretched wide, so full my mouth hangs open.
“Tell me the truth… Or take the dare,” he warns, eyes lit with evil intentions.
“T-Truth,” I huff, gripping the bar above me.
He grips the swing, stopping its movement. Leaning in until our noses touch, his dick swells inside me, and I groan. It’s heated pleasure and aching pain mixed together.
“Did you want it to be Lan inside you?”
My coy smile is my only reply.
Aiden grips my throat and tilts my head to the side. “You better fucking answer me,” he says as his teeth graze the artery in my neck.
“I want you to tell me how the bottle landed on me on Wicked Wednesday.”
His breathy chuckle makes my tits swell, nipples hardening against his bare chest. “Answer me, baby girl. Or I’ll call him in here.”
Fear gets caught in my throat. “I’m…not sure.” I flounder. Would I? No. And the only reason I would? To drive Aiden to the breaking point. Until he’d punish my body the way I love.
He drives his teeth into the skin above my collarbone as I scream. Dick thickening inside me, the dildo spreading my asshole wide. As I think I’ll get a reprieve, he does it again to the other side. “Answer me…”
“No! I didn’t. And I wouldn’t. Not unless you instructed me to, lord!”
“Fuck, baby. That’s everything I hoped you’d say.”
With a forceful fling, he loses the flog, then grips the chains in front of me.
Works his hips frantically against the push and pull motions of the swing.
Our bodies sound pornographic. Wet. Hot.
I lose it without even knowing. Peak so high that I think I’ll never come down again.
White warmth spreads through every nerve ending until I surge with ecstasy.
Not even aware of Aiden anymore. I’m completely and utterly insane with pleasure.
As my body collapses, I sense his grunts deepening, his body jerking. His lips find mine as he pants desperate breaths inside my mouth.
“Pull out,” I whisper, half delirious. “Pull—”
He takes a step back, slides out, and splashes heated reams of cum on my stomach and thighs. Even while he’s still pulsing in his hand, he shoves himself back inside me and laughs at my weak protest. “I did it.”
Another thrust of his hips sends the final message. He continues to leak inside me.
Through gritted teeth, he says, “I stopped the bottle with a finger. No one would say anything since it was me. And I knew you couldn’t stay away from me, baby girl.
So if you even think I’d let my friends touch what’s mine?
I’ll knock you up so many times you’ll never have another period. Swear to the gods, Ashlyn.”
I want to be mad. I do.
But the way he’s looking at me, all satisfied and heated, lovingly and caring? I can’t help but swoon. He loosens my binds, slips the dildo out of my ass, and holds me tenderly like he’s never letting me go.
He says nothing, but when I search his face, I see everything. My reflection in his eyes—wrecked, worshipped, and utterly his.