Erotica: BDSM EROTICA Darling Buds of Rosa Taboo Erotica for Women (Mystery Suspense Thriller)

by Salem Roth

  Ian aced the interview, and started four weeks later when the spring semester began. He visited the campus several times to get the lay of the land. So in the tenderness of darkness, Ian went back to school.

  CHAPTER 4: Raunchy recruitment

  Raunchy Recruitment…

  Ian strode through his classroom door on the third floor of the four story building, two minutes before United Kingdom History 205 was scheduled to begin. Being new to UHI (University of the Highlands and Islands), he’d drawn the short straw, if there were ever straws to be drawn. That did not bother him. He knew he was on the lower end of the totem pole as one of the newest additions to the college and staff. He could mind control his way up through to the cushy positions, but he didn't want to attract attention. Best to keep it realistic; and the new guy, getting the shittiest jobs, was pretty much gritty realism.

  Twelve students were registered for the class, including one who was retaking it due to failure last semester: academic probation. Eleven students sat ready to absorb his knowledge. Ian took roll call and discovered the missing student was also the one on probation. The roster listed the absent student as Donald McDougall, a rugby player of some note on campus.

  Ian said, “Well then, let’s get started. First off, welcome to Inbhir Nis: The Mouth of the River Ness. That’s Inverness for those who do not speak Gaelic. I see we have quite the eclectic group. I am Professor McMasters, but let us not be so formal. You may call me Ia…”

  Before Ian could finish, the door burst open, slamming back into the jamb with a ‘BANG!’ that echoed through the small room and the biggest man Ian had ever seen filled the opening. He wore a stained rugby shirt that stretched tight on his frame, and short shorts, also showing signs of dirt. His bright red hair reached to his shoulders accentuating the splash of freckles clustered around his nose and flushed cheeks. The student had evidently been running. Though his features were striking, it was the heavily muscled body that caught Ian’s attention. The guy’s muscles had muscles and there appeared to be no neck, as his trapezium muscles extended from ear to shoulder. Ian estimated that the man’s arms were as big as his own thighs.

  “Sorry to be tardy, prof. Rugby practice ran late again, but I gotta’ be here to stay eligible for the team. Pass the class, I mean. Donnie McDougall, by the by.”

  By the looks on the eleven upturned faces of seated students, Ian guessed the five male students wanted to be the rugby player and the women just wanted the rugby player. At six foot, four inches, the student was not the tallest man, but the muscles made him seem bigger. Ian decided immediately that this man was going to be joining his family. He said nothing though, and waited patiently for the big boy to take his seat.

  “As I was saying, you may call me Ian, or Prof if that suits you,” addressing the whole class, but looking at the tardy student, who was trying to figure out how to fit his massive body into the chair and desk combination, made for someone half his bulk. A niggling at the back of Ian’s neck told him there was more to this behemoth than met the eye, and as Donald McDougall finally sat down with a grunt and made visual contact with Ian, he knew what it was. The big oaf was homosexual. And nobody knew. Hell, nobody would suspect, even. A big, strapping rugby player such as this, he was the epitome of a mans-man. Oh, yes, he was definitely in the closet, but Ian was already forming a plan in his devious mind. Rosa and T would love to play with this macho toy. And, Ian admitted, he would too. He scanned the room once more before alighting on a petite, Eurasian woman. The rest of the students were of the United Kingdom ilk except for a big boned black woman sitting at the rear of the class and staring intensely at Ian. Fuck, she looks pretty intense.

  He wrote it off as a cultural difference.

  The Eurasian wore spectacles, a black sweater-vest over a white dress shirt buttoned at the throat, and a tartan skirt ending at the knees. White socks that ended at her tightly clasped knees, and shiny black patent leather shoes with a red bow above the toes, completed the ensemble. Ian thought she greatly resembled the idea of a Catholic school girl or librarian. Her brown, almond shaped eyes were slightly magnified by the lenses giving her a geeky appearance. Under Ian’s gaze she reddened, the blush suffusing her cheeks and neck, and she shifted uncomfortably in the already uncomfortable seat. Another cultural affectation? Ian began to turn away to start class when the Eurasian removed her glasses and her appearance changed. She looked like an Asian princess, alluring and exotic, and then it was gone as she replaced the frames upon the bridge of her nose. But it was too late, Ian made his second selection. She might be torn apart by the pounding she would take from his cock, but it was a risk he was willing to take. The steady beat of young hearts and of blood pulsing through youthful veins, rushed in Ian’s ears as he began the lesson.

  The rest of the two hour lesson passed quickly. The only thing that still bothered Ian was the dashiki wearing black woman who took no notes, but only stared intently at Ian at the front of room 13. The look was predatory, and Ian felt uneasy, despite himself. He kept his cool though, and when class finished, he busied himself with packing the extra syllabi into his alligator skin attaché case, so he didn't have to meet the African woman's gaze.

  He felt, more than saw that one student had remained behind; could feel the stare appraising his ass. Jesus, was her freaky eyeballs on him now?

  When he turned though, it was the beast of a man, Donald McDougall he saw, not the African Beast. Donnie reddened and turned his gaze to the floor when Ian's smile turned lecherous. Ian knew that when vampires hunted they released pheromones that attracted, well, almost anyone. The gay man before him shifted from one foot to the other, his face twitching at the effort of starting a conversation; all signs of the earlier arrogance gone.

  “Uh, Prof, er, Ian? May I have a word, please?”

  “Sure Donald.”

  “Call me Donnie or Inverness Express, everyone does.”

  “Okay, Donnie. What can I do to you?” The phrasing was not lost on the muscle bound 18-year-old and he blushed involuntarily. He momentarily looked like a chastised boy.

  “Um, okay, so I ah, it’s like this. I know I’m not the brightest bulb on the porch. Guess you get that since I’m here. I mean in your class. I, uh, would you be able to help me? Please.”

  “Of course, Donnie. We can start next time after class if that works for you,” Ian responded immediately. He gave a meaningful look at the bulge in Donnie’s shorts and felt his own manhood stir. “I’d be happy to educate you off the clock, as we say in America. And Donnie? Don’t be late again.”

  When Ian left the classroom a few minutes later, he noticed the black woman at the end of the hall, opposite to his intended direction. Ian closed and locked the door, and then intended to ask the student if she needed anything, but when he turned,she had disappeared. ‘Weird,’ he thought, but was distracted by the news he would relate when he returned to the mansion. His cock swelled as he stepped into the night, a light drizzle making halos around the dim lamps. There would be a fog tonight.

  CHAPTER 5: school projects

  School Projects…

  Rosa Violente, queen of her own castle-like mansion, broke into the first genuine grin - ear to ear, and showing bared fangs - in a long, long time. Ian’s news (and confirmation by Karn) made her feel…joy? Karn, as always, kept his face impassive and unreadable as he related his observations of Ian’s first class. It galled Rosa that she could not read the deeper parts of the shapeshifter’s mind. She reasoned that a shapeshifter’s brain must change too, and her innate talent could not change with it. A certain rigidity certainly existed within a vampire’s body and psyche. That he was loyal and could walk the earth, day or night, was enough. When Karn did not want to answer questions, he clammed up like a vice. He served Rosa of his own unknown volition and her promise to turn him.

  Theresa brightened at the prospect of additions to the family, but she was definitely hiding something behind her vampiric veil. She thought she hid her discont
ent from Rosa, but who could tell with that bitch? Ian seemed happy as he weaved his web of seduction on not just one, but two students. How could they resist Ian’s charms? When he was human, before accepting Rosa’s gift, he’d already been able to talk a girl right out her undies and virtue. Shots of tequila helped a girl's openness, sure, but he was still pretty much a pro. And he still made Theresa gush like the proverbial waterfall. Yeah, her pussy was Niagara and Victoria Falls combined when he snapped those strong, knowing fingers. She’d dated guys with big dicks before, but Ian was not only hung like a pony, but knew how to use his probing tool.

  Ian talked about the soon-to-be family members as if it was his school project. Soon, Theresa would put her own touches on the assignment. She would educate the big man Ian described, and relish violating the French/Chinese woman he’d selected. Rosa was showing signs of interest which was more than she’d done for months. Theresa counted on Rosa to be distracted by the promise of newcomers, and she was, but only a little.

  Four weeks into the semester, the class had settled in nicely, Ian thought. He would make his move on McDougall tonight after class. He’d also set up a meeting with Mai Ling Vagin for later. She would meet him in the lobby of Sir Walter Raleigh Hall where he taught his class. There was time.

  Ian reflected on his selections. Donnie came across as supremely arrogant, probably because of the adoration he’d received for years, due to his athletic prowess in contact sports. To the untrained eye, he projected confidence bordering on entitlement and an invincible persona. Hiding his secret weighed on his psyche, but Ian had explained during and after classes that many great men in history had been homosexual, or at least strongly suspected of the practice. Civilizations such as the Greeks and Romans, while not openly endorsing the ass fucking of boys and men, engaged in such activities on a regular basis.

  Mai Ling was as shy as she was diminutive, but a wanton dragon lurked beneath her stoic exterior. Ian was sure. Ling, as she preferred to be addressed, had sent him a note the second week of class asking for help with some Gaelic translations, a poorly disguised farce. She spoke the language of the Scots better than most natives. Her oversized glasses were gone and her true beauty, almost that of a child, shone through. The other males in the class noticed as well, and ogled her alluring body without reservation. ‘Nerd to Aphrodite in two easy steps,’ considered Ian. Ling suggested the meet, and Ian was ready. He wondered if Theresa would smell the sex on him and be angry. It wasn’t like he could just abandon the after school projects. Rosa might translate her anger into excruciating pain and even true death if he stopped now, and he was convinced that the woman who claimed to be from Nigeria, Kamchata, was somehow connected with Rosa. He vaguely recalled a black man ravishing T’s mouth, as Ian violated her tight butt, back in the days before Rosa had given them the gift. It was a dream-like memory, seen through swirling fog and spiked brandy.

  Ian ended class 15 minutes early. He curtly dismissed the students, but not before surreptitiously slipping Donnie a message (which he would later destroy) saying he would like to see him after the other students left. Donnie, thrilled at the possibilities, waited just outside the building entrance. Ian “felt” him waiting, crouched behind a low hedge, and decided he would play the receiver as opposed to the passer for a change. It would piss Rosa off no end that he was the first in the family to suck Donnie’s cock, especially as it had to be really, really big if the persistent bulge in his shorts was any indication.

  Ian exited the building but stopped just outside the closing doors. He softly beckoned to Donnie McDougall secreted in the low growing hedge. ‘Follow,’ Ian telepathed to the somewhat dull brain crouched a mere foot away. Donnie rose and did as told at a distance without realizing the words were in his head. Not a word was spoken aloud. When Ian reached his dulled green Fiat, the compact car acquired by Rosa, he waited for Donnie to catch up.

  “Get in, Donnie; I have something to give you, something you want. Something you’ve waited years to receive without guilt or the pain of a frivolous conscience. Are you ready? Do you want it? Yes, your charade is at an end. Let us dance the dance, my love.”

  Donnie hesitated only a moment before ducking down and opening the passenger door, employing the lever that collapsed the front seat forward, and eagerly piling into the back seat. Ian entered from the driver’s side and followed suit. He did not bother to speak as he sat next to Donnie and undid the buttons on his beige rugby shorts. Donnie sat frozen, and Ian realized that the giant had rarely acted on his natural impulses. ‘Bonus,’ ran through Ian’s mind.

  He said, “Don’t be afraid, my love,” and reached into the opening to stroke Donnie’s burgeoning penis. “Wow,” he added as he realized the size of Donnie’s cock. It was at least ten inches and growing. Truly amazing. The circumcised head reminded Ian of the base of a baseball bat; the cut of the head bulbous and flaring. “Wow,” he repeated.

  Donnie, excited beyond his wildest wet dreams, and being as dull as he was, interpreted Ian’s reaction as a go ahead to employ his strength, and so tried to force Ian’s head down the length of his pipe. Extended to the full 12 inches now, Ian's gag reflex in full swing, Donnie was surprised to find that Ian didn't offer the slightest bit of resistance. Instead, Ian let his head be pushed as far down the engorged meat-sword as it would go, and grasping the thick base, he pumped Donnie's cock in time with his bobbing head. Donnie bucked his hips up into Ian's already cock bashed face.

  “Now, now,” Ian mock chastised between oral caresses, “patience is a virtue: good things come to those who wait.”

  Donnie responded with a moan and dropped his large hands letting them rest at his sides. He could not seem to help trying to lift his hips to meet Ian’s expert mouth, but he tried to stay still. Ian moved to a crouch, knees on the backseat floor, and slid Donnie so he lay cramped across the cheap vinyl. Reaching under one tree trunk leg, Ian found and began to massage the speed bag sized scrotum. He could smell the musky odor of sweat, maleness, and adrenalin as it rose from Donnie’s nether region and filled the small space. He always came from rugby practice, so the aroma was of fresh athletic effort.

  Ian knew the boy-man would not last long before ejaculation, and that was fine. He had a second student to “help” tonight. Without further preamble, Ian began speeding up his tongue, lips and mouth action on Donnie's shaft. When he reached the tip, Ian opened his lips as wide as he had ever opened them, and began to rapidly plunge his head down on what he thought of as a tasty baseball bat. Donnie, beyond coherent words, moaned again and tried to force Ian down once more. Ian let him. Donnie, encouraged, started fucking Ian’s face and found his words.

  “That’s right, love, take it, swallow my big meat! C’mon, do it! I’ve got your after dinner cocktail right here…eat my fucking pecker! You’re my bitch, now.”

  And then Donnie was cumming, and Ian felt the hot, salty ejaculate pelt his throat. But he did not swallow it. He kept his mouth firmly around Donnie’s cock until the spasms ceased a minute later. Next, he crawled on top of Donnie and kissed him deeply, their tongues intertwining, the cum mixing with saliva. And then the copper taste of blood was added to the miasma as Donnie’s tongue scraped a fang. In a state of “afterglow”, Donnie never questioned the slice on his tongue or how it happened. Besides, there was actually something quite arousing about the additional red fluid sloshing around in his mouth.

  Ian sat up, savoring the moment, and said, “That is your first lesson. There may be many more if that is your wish, Donnie.”

  “Yes, YES, YES!”

  “Good,” replied Ian with a knowing smile. “I’m having a little party at my place next Friday night after class. You will attend? Of course you will. It wouldn’t be much of a party without you. Now get along, love, I have some business to attend to.”

  Donnie exited the small car on wobbly legs, Ian spied a little river of blood escaping from the red-heads full lips. Ian was rock hard again at the site, and he watched Donnie disapp
ear into the night. Ian waited five minutes before heading back to the structure of higher learning, for his second rendezvous of the night. Mai Ling waited just inside the double, glass door lobby, looking nervous. She’d been a challenge; quiet, shy to the point of embarrassment, and it was a task to open her up and extract her from her shell. Rosa had grown impatient but still urged caution. Ling gave Ian a ghost of a grin, hope and fear shining in her eyes as he pushed through the doors.

  “Hello Ling, I’m so happy you could make it. Follow me.”

  She did as bade. When they reached the top floor of the building, Ian turned right and walked down the hall. He could see the janitor’s cleaning cart outside the lavatory at the end of the hall. The old Scotsman would finish about now, and the space would be theirs’. Ian unlocked a classroom door and they slipped in to wait him out. Two minutes later, Ian heard the squeaky wheels of the cart pass and enter the elevator. He took Ling by the hand and led her to the sparkling, tiled ladies facility. The “girl’s loo” in British speak. She trembled as Ian lifted her onto the vanity but surrendered as he kissed her. Her taste! She was a virgin! His original plan to fuck her brains out would wait. Ian slid her plaid skirt up her thighs as his tongue explored her mouth thoroughly, caressing the sensitive skin on the inner leg without touching her pussy. Ling’s breathing became labored as she sucked in air that suddenly seemed too thick. She scented her own nectar as it soaked into her cotton panties and the aroma of pussy filled the room.