3

“Yes, you do. It’s time we moved forward with our plan.” Christian was the quiet one, always observing. He was dangerous, more so than people gave him credit for.

“Patience, my dear friend. We’re almost there.”

“The party has been announced, our useful minions directed to attend, a few select guests invited to keep it interesting and full of activity.” Weston moved ahead of me, opening the massive door to the dorm.

The party was little more than a lure, allowing our first official meeting with Ava . The people he called our minions were some of the school’s most beautiful female students, all vying to be chosen after graduation. Many hoped they would become a bride. Little did they know at best they’d become our whores.

The realization that there was only one woman for me had occurred the very first time I’d laid eyes on her. Ava likely didn’t remember that she’d bumped into me on her first day at the school, giggling from nervousness and excitement. I’d spent two hours jerking off to the most intense fantasies about what I would do to her. Similar images flashed in front of my mind just walking into her dorm.

The beauty crawling towards me on her hands and knees. Around her neck she’d have a wide diamond-encrusted collar, her red lips open in anticipation of sucking my cock.

I’d also created vivid images in my mind of the beautiful strap marks that would cover her porcelain skin after I’d disciplined her for even the barest hint of an infraction.

But there was nothing like the torrid visions of fucking her from behind as she swung from a steel bar, her wrists wrapped in chains.

I was nothing less than a twisted fuck.

“Excellent,” I managed, although in truth I could care less about the party. If it were up to me, we’d wait for her to return from class and take her. Both Weston and Christian were more interested in tempting then tasting her. We’d stalked Ava for months, placing cameras inside her dorm room. I’d also watched her sleep, study, and shower, basking in the vision of her naked body, waiting for the day when I’d taste every inch of her.

The games were set to begin.

We entered the building, heading towards the stairs to the third floor. While there were students coming and going, no one dared question us or our intentions. They knew what would happen if they did.

The lock was easy to maneuver, and as soon as we stepped inside the suite, I took a deep breath. Her perfume lingered, the scent distinctly different than the girl she shared the three rooms with. I’d memorized every detail of Ava ’s room, touching everything. I pushed open her partially open bedroom door, entering her hallowed space. Everything about the room she’d occupied for almost two years was special. The bold color of violet on the walls, the thick comforter, and two sets of pillows. Even the art she’d selected, which was more erotic in nature than I would have imagined, told a story about her personality.

She was a born submissive.

I adored the fact that she was hiding her true nature under baggy clothes and thick glasses. However, I knew she was a little lioness in disguise. I also knew the secret she kept from everyone, including her parents. Such a naughty girl. Taming her would be delicious.

Weston moved toward her bed, running his fingers across her pillow. Then he pulled it into his hands and against his face, inhaling deeply. The man was likely the sickest fuck of all of us, enjoying kinks that I had no interest in.

I moved towards her dresser while Christian remained in the outer room. As soon as I opened the top drawer, a smile crossed my face. For as prim and proper as Ava appeared on the outside, her true personality could be found underneath the holey jeans, sweatshirts, and ratty tennis shoes. The lingerie she wore was provocative. Unable to resist, I tugged a crimson thong into my fingers, rubbing the tips across the thin lace.

I’d taken photographs of her standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom wearing only a bra and panties. They always matched, and her choices had always made my mouth water. Soon, I’d rip my teeth through the material, tasting her for the first time.

And a couple of nights before, I’d stood over her while she’d been sleeping. I’d almost taken her then. I’d brought with me a gag and zip-ties, prepared to take her as my captive. Then she’d stirred, waking out of a deep sleep. I’d remained in the shadows as she’d sat up in bed, certain she’d seen me. But if she had, she would have reported me to the dorm resident.

Or maybe she hungered for my touch more than I knew.

Only after that had Weston been able to convince me that having a party was the best move.

I shifted my hand across my aching cock, forced to adjust it given the hard crush of the zipper. The woman had no idea how close she’d come to becoming my prisoner.

I held her panties to my nose again, drinking in her essence. She was everything I wanted.

After pocketing the delicious piece, I left my calling card on her nightstand. A single blood-red Maria petal. It was the second one I’d left in my many visits. I wanted her to discover she’d become my prey. But if she’d realized it up to this point, she hadn’t expressed any alarm.

Or perhaps she enjoyed being the subject of dark, demented fantasies.

My heart continued to pound with adrenaline as it did every time I was anywhere near her. The anticipation was well worth the wait. After taking a deep breath, I let it out through my nose, another wave of anger rushing through my system. I’d waited ten long years. Everything had to be perfect. At this point, I’d allow my fury to fuel my desires and nothing more.

“Remove the equipment?” Weston asked.

“Yeah. I don’t want any complications.”

“Understood.”

As both Weston and Christian snagged the cameras and audio recording equipment, I sat down on her bed. The main reason I enjoyed my visits so much wasn’t about sniffing her clothes but about reading her journal.

Not only was she a talented author, but the fact she that penned her personal fantasies on paper ignited the beast inside, the creature becoming insatiable.

I pulled it from the drawer, tugging on the satin bookmark indicating where she’d left off. This time, her red pen was inside as if the book had been put away in a hurry. Almost as soon as I started reading, my cock pressed against my zipper painfully.

I felt the rush of wind as soon as he opened my window. I’d longed to see him again, hoping tonight would be the night. I didn’t know his name, nor did I care to learn. This was our game, our playtime. It was filthy and dangerous, but that only added to the intense excitement. I needed to feel something, anything to mask the agony tearing through me every day.

I remained under the covers, turned on my side, the anticipation of his rough touch everything I longed for. As I’d done before, I pretended I was asleep, keeping my breathing even as I felt the weight on the bed change. My face was turned away, but I heard him searching through the duffle bag he always brought to our late-night adventures. Seconds later, he brushed his hand down my arm before dragging them behind me, quickly snapping the hard steel around both my wrists.

Moaning in appreciation, I took several sharp breaths, the excitement surging through me like white lightning.

“Good girl,” he said in a gruff tone, the two words sending a thrill down my spine. He lowered his head, moving hair away from my face and neck before blowing his heated breath against my cheek. Every cell in my body tingled, and I struggled in my bindings just like he’d commanded me to do.

He continued his exploration, sliding the palm of his hand down my back, using his fingers to crawl the sheer nightie over my bottom.

“Did you shave for me, my good girl?”

“Yes, sir.” His deep voice sent a rumble through me, and my stomach knotted from a hint of anxiety. I never knew what he would do. His needs became darker with every unexpected visit. Yet I craved his acts of savagery, the longing extending for hours after he’d left. The yearning to feel the marks he left crisscrossing my body was only increasing. I was wet with desire, my pussy throbbing, ready to beg him to whip me.

Then I’d beg him to fuck me.

He seemed to sense my hunger and grabbed the back of the nightgown. With a quick snap of his hand, he ripped it from my body. Then he jerked me up by my hair and onto my knees, wrapping one arm around my breasts as he nuzzled his head against my neck.

“Have you thought about me?” he growled as he twisted my nipple.

The pain was intense, but I knew better than to scream. Whispering my answers was a requirement, or the punishment would be much worse.

“Yes, sir.”

He tweaked my other hardened bud before sliding the palm of his hand down my stomach, digging his fingers into my slicked folds. He toyed with my clit, flicking his thumb back and forth across the piercing he’d commanded me to get. Then he’d reminded me that he’d be the only man to suck it between his teeth.

I was so wet I could tell I’d soaked his fingers, my soft moans indicating the utter pleasure rolling through me. He continued rubbing, pushing me to a moment of climax.

“Ride my hand, little pet.”

I bucked hard against him, fighting to feel more friction. He twisted his hand, thrusting his fingers into my tight channel. God, I wanted more. “Harder. Please.”

He issued several hard cracks of his hand against my bottom, the pain instantly exhilarating. I was pushed into a beautiful moment of bliss, my tiny mews keeping him fully aroused. He smacked my buttock again, the sharp jar exactly what I needed. After several more, I was wetter than before, my mind a raging blur of need and want.

When he smacked my pussy with several fingers, then did it again, and again, I lurched forward. The agony was deliciously sweet, crackling electricity soaring through me.

“My good girl likes it brutal. Yes…” As he nipped my earlobe, he gave me what I needed, driving the heel of his hand into my mound. I gyrated my hips, dragging my tongue across my lips as I continued struggling, riding his hand like a bucking bronco.

“Oh, God. Oh…” As an orgasm tore through me, I bit down on my lower lip to keep from violating his rules.

“Yes, I am a god.” His chuckle was dark, laced with hints of evil. I knew exactly what he was capable of, the brutality he thrived on.

And I wanted to feel it. All of it. I wanted to be his slave, to serve his every need.

He barely allowed me to finish before bending me over, pressing my face against the covers. Then he used his knee to drive my legs apart.

“Do you know how much I hunger to fuck your tight pussy, little pet?”

“Uh-huh.” There was no doubt that I was the only woman who could provide what he craved.

Complete surrender.

I was frantic with need, wiggling my bound hands, taking gasping breaths as he freed his glorious cock. It was long and thick, and there was nothing like being fucked by him.

“My needy little pet. Aren’t you? You’re all mine, you little slut. Never forget that.” He thrust the entire length of his cock inside, and I struggled to fill my lungs with air, doing everything I could to remain obedient. He wasn’t gentle, plunging hard and fast.

“Yes… Sir… Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh.”

My delicious stranger tangled his fingers in my hair, digging into my scalp as he pushed my face into the comforter. He fucked me long and brutally, stripping me of the last of my inhibitions. There was nothing I wouldn’t do for him. Nothing.

When he pulled out, I gasped again, my whimpers that of a wanton girl in need. He raked his fingers down my spine before pressing the tip of his cock against my dark hole.

Then he thrust it all the way inside.

Fuck. My cock ached like a son of a bitch. Her stories were getting darker, more sadistic. It was apparent our perfect little pet liked it as rough as possible.

As I eased the journal into the drawer and stood, I was forced to adjust my shaft to relieve some pressure. Ava would be rewarded with exactly what she wanted. She would serve the three of us. She’d be well used.

Punished.

Tasted.

Fucked.

Branded.

The kinky girl would be forced to accept that her father had fucked with the wrong family.

Then she’d realize she belonged to the worst of the Damned.

The kind of monster nightmares were made of.