Deviant

by Jaimie Roberts

  Tyler moaned, knowing full well what was happening behind her. I didn’t envisage touching her down there to see if she was even wet, but the gentleman in me had to know she was ready. I reached down and, sure enough, she was soaking wet.

  “You’re going to receive your punishment now,” I stated.

  Tyler tried to turn, but I held her in place. “What is that supposed to mea—?”

  I didn’t let her finish. I plunged my cock inside of her, watching as her eyes sprung wide open, and her lips parted with a groan.

  I knew what she was thinking. I was going to do this another time, but seeing as she behaved the way she did tonight, I felt the punishment was quite fitting. She was wondering how fucking her was a punishment at all. It wasn’t, but she would see afterwards what I meant by that.

  “Oh god,” she whimpered as I thrust myself into her again. I didn’t mean to, but my grip loosened in her hair and it was only when she stuttered out a “no” that I realized she liked it.

  Fisting her hair tighter, I yanked as I plunged deeper inside her. Every emotion in me tried to shut down, but it was no use. I could feel her. It was almost as if she was made for me. She was so tight, so warm, so fucking delectable around my cock, I couldn’t possibly hold back the growl that escaped my lips.

  Tyler shuddered again, making me pump faster and harder. I tried to stay focused because I had to stay focused, but every instinct in my body was telling me to let go and just feel her. Enjoy her. Take her like she wanted to be taken. I couldn’t possibly let my emotions get the better of me. Yes, I had to take her pleasure, but I couldn’t turn it into a longing for her. I didn’t long for Tyler. I only needed her for my own twisted desires.

  Grabbing her hip with one hand, I pulled her against me, using leverage from the one fisted in her hair. She had no other choice but to let me take full control and completely possess her. “Who do you belong to, Tyler? Who is the only person allowed to touch you?” I rammed myself into her to emphasise my point. Tyler cried out.

  I kept going. I kept pushing my cock deeper and deeper into her wetness. I wanted to crawl inside it. I wanted to consume every inch of her.

  “Who do you belong to, Tyler!” I demanded again, feeling a familiar sensation taking over me. I couldn’t come. Not yet.

  I yanked at her again and Tyler let out strangled cry. “Oh, god! I’m going to come!” she screamed.

  “Tyler!” I shouted, demanding that she tell me.

  “Lotus!” she screamed as her pussy tightened around me. “I am yours, Lotus! I’m fucking yours!”

  The sensory overload took over. She felt so good, squeezing my cock with her climax. She sounded good screaming my name, telling me she belonged to me. It was all too much. With one last grip of her hips, I roared, pounding my own orgasm into her.

  I breathed out, trying to spark my body into action. I had to get out of there. I couldn’t stay there with her, basking in the calm of both our orgasms. Tyler was spent. Her eyes closed, she practically hugged the table with both hands as her own breathing tried to calm.

  A small, evil smirk lifted my lips as I stared at her. She looked beautifully broken, and it was all caused by me. She would probably hate herself after this. I bet she had never let anyone treat her like that before. Not only that, I bet she has never asked anybody to treat her like that. She loved it, and I bet she was going to hate me for it.

  Pulling out of her, I tucked myself in and zipped myself up before it was too late. There was something else she was going to hate me for now. Her punishment. And I knew it was going to be a while before she forgave me after this.

  Just to add salt to the wounds, I smacked her gorgeous derriere one last time before turning for the door.

  “Lotus?” I heard her questioning as I turned the handle. “Lotus!” she shouted as I walked out the door.

  That was wicked of me and I knew it, but I still couldn’t help the smile that crept up on my face. For the first time since this little venture of mine started, I felt like I had achieved something.

  I would still have Tyler O’Shea watched tonight. I would make sure she got home safe. I wasn’t that much of a bastard. But as far as having my fill of her? I think, for this evening, I was done.

  Chapter 25

  Tyler

  Buckinghamshire, 1998

  “Marco!” I shouted, trying to find my way around.

  “Polo!” I heard both Dean and Ian shout back. I giggled. I couldn’t help it. This seemed like such a childish game for someone my age. I was thirteen, practically a woman. Well, a teenager, at least.

  “Marco!” I shouted again, frustrated and scared that I didn’t know what was within my reach. I was frightened I might fall, or bump into something that would hurt me. Then again, Dean was there. I knew I could always trust him to protect me. He would be there for me, care for me. My best friend in the whole world. It was hard to think that because we had Ian in our little unit. We have all been friends for seven years. Dean was, and will always be, my favourite, but I couldn’t let Ian know that. It would hurt his feelings. I knew I wouldn’t like it if one of them favoured the other over me.

  “Polo!” they both shouted, as I acted on the only sense I had. My ears pricked, telling me they were both behind me. Dean seemed to be closer, but I really couldn’t tell.

  Smiling, I kept going. I took one step, then two, desperately feeling around me for something to grab onto.

  “Marco!” I shouted again, feeling my adrenaline spike up a notch. I really wanted this over so someone else could take my place.

  “Polo!” I heard them bellow out. I could tell Dean was within my reach now. With an adrenaline rush, I lunged towards his voice in the hope I wouldn’t trip. I caught him, or I thought I did.

  “Tyler, I underestimated you. You were being so timid right up until that point.”

  I giggled. “Not such a sissy girl after all, am I?”

  I felt Dean’s hand rise up and I thought he was going to undo the bandana across my eyes, but he tenderly stroked my cheek instead. I sucked in a breath and held it as my heart started beating frantically. I wanted to melt my body into that touch. I wanted to reach up and cup his hand with mine, stroke him tenderly like he was stroking me. Instead, I just stood there, trying to hide the moan that wanted to escape my lips.

  Feeling him tenderly stroke my bottom lip with his thumb, I gasped. “I never said you were, beautiful,” he replied before giving me my sight back.

  *****

  I felt like I had been used and abused, but wasn’t that what I wanted? Was I not encouraging him to slap me about and pull my hair? Who was this Tyler O’Shea? Who did she belong to, and why did she have the most explosive orgasm of her life because of it?

  These questions, and many more, circled around in my head. I was left with a barrage of emotions that swam through me. I was obsessed with my stranger because I was just as sick and twisted as he was. I knew what we had was completely unconventional. I knew what we had could never last, but I still couldn’t help the fact my body called out to him. Night after night, I sought after him, waiting and hoping he would come to me. Unsuccessfully, I tried to gain back some control tonight, but all he did was squash it down with a flick of his hand. Who was this man that commanded so much power? Who, with a snap of his fingers, had everyone bending to his will? I suppose I could find out who he was now. He was obviously well-known in this club, which meant one of two things. One, owned the club, or two, he knew the owners very well. At least I could do some digging around to see if I could get some answers.

  I sighed a little, thinking how undignified I must look hunched over this table after I’d just been fucked by a man without a face. What was wrong with me? And why did he just up and leave so fucking soon after he came?

  It was then that lightning struck. He said he wanted to punish me. Sex with my stranger was always intense, but tonight it felt more real for some reason. More electric. Not only that, why did I feel something inside me when he
came?

  Standing up, I felt a little woozy, but held onto the desk for support. The orgasm was still humming through my body, telling me to take stock. But I couldn’t stay forever. I needed to get out of there.

  It wasn’t until I fully stood up that I felt something wet trickling down my leg. I gasped, holding a hand over my mouth. I didn’t need to feel it to know what was now trailing a line down the inside of my thigh.

  Looking down, I saw it and instinctively wiped it away with my hand. I needed the bathroom, a tissue, anything just to clean myself up.

  As I was looking at the sticky texture in my hands, I caught a small whiff and almost fainted. He came inside of me? My stranger punished me by not wearing a condom!

  Shit, now what was I supposed to do? What if he had diseases? What if he had HIV, or worse? Was he not thinking the same of me? But, then again, if he did have HIV, would he care whether I did or not?

  “Fuck!” I shouted. I was panicking. I had to think rationally about this. Just for my own peace of mind, I would get tested. It was as simple as that. Would he really be that sick that if he was diseased, he would deliberately not wear one? He wanted to punish me. Maybe he thought my panic would be my punishment. He was probably laughing at me, knowing full well I would be going out of my head with worry. I was, but I had to try and think about this logically. He liked to play games. This was just another one to add to the list. It was sick and twisted, but it was a game. Pure and simple.

  With my panic easing, I walked towards my cloak and picked it up. I dusted it off and threw it on in the hopes of concealing what it was that just happened in here. There had to be a toilet somewhere close by that the staff used. It might be better if I used a staff one anyway. I needed privacy so I could clean myself up a bit.

  Timidly, I turned the handle and opened the door to hear the muffled sound of music. I had been a little tipsy tonight, but after what had just happened, I immediately sobered up. I couldn’t believe I let him touch me in the club within full view of everyone. But, above all, I couldn’t believe just how fucking turned on it made me. Everything that man did surprised and turned me on. I never had this kind of experience with anyone before. Well, there was Dean, but I was younger then and not as sexually mature as I was now. This man—my stranger—made my knees weak, my body hot, my insides churn, and my belly dance all at the same time. As well as becoming my obsession, he was also becoming my addiction, and it was beginning to frighten me beyond repair.

  After walking down the dark hallway, I came to a door that read “Staff Toilet”. I was a little apprehensive about walking inside. What if there was someone in there? I wasn’t sure whether I would get in trouble for being back here or not.

  “Excuse me, miss.”

  The voice startled me. Spinning around, I saw the big guy that let Louisa and I into the club in front of everyone else. “You need help with anything?” He smiled. Despite his size, he definitely didn’t intimidate me.

  “I’m sorry. I’m a little lost. I just really needed to use the bathroom. I hope that’s okay.”

  The big guy nodded, showing me perfectly white teeth. “Sure, but you must head back to the club once you’re done. You really shouldn’t be back here.”

  I smiled at him shyly. “I know. I’m sorry. I think I just got led astray.” There was a hidden meaning in that sentence and I think the big guy knew it. His cheeky smile said it all.

  “I hear ya,” he said, winking at me. “I’ll wait for you to finish what you need to do, then I can escort you back into the club. You should be safe back here, but you never know when the odd clubber could come out here, sniffing for trouble.”

  It should have either irked me or scared me to think about him standing out here waiting for me as I cleaned myself up, but I was quite grateful actually. I also needed to ask him questions, but the longer I stayed out here, the more conscious I was that he could smell the sex coming from me.

  I nodded, and went inside. Luckily, the toilets looked clean, and they smelled a damn sight better than the storeroom Lotus took me into.

  Why on earth was I calling him Lotus when it obviously wasn’t his name? And what kind of name was that? I knew that was an avenue I needed to explore at some point, but I had to get cleaned up first.

  Grabbing some tissues, I went to work trying to rid myself of any possible smell. Once I had finished, I looked at myself in the mirror. Shit, it looks as though I’ve been royally fucked! My hair was all tangled and misshapen from Lotus yanking it. My lipstick was a little smudged, but I couldn’t figure out how…considering he never kisses me!

  Shit, what must I have looked like to that bouncer out there? No wonder he was smiling at me the way he was. I had no doubt he knew exactly what went on back there, yet he turned a blind eye. This, amongst other things, I needed to find out.

  Cleaning myself up as much as I could, I checked myself in the mirror one last time before venturing out. Sure enough, big guy was standing about six feet away from the door, leaning against the wall. “Feeling better?” he asked with a crooked smile.

  I smiled back. “Yes, thanks.”

  He stood up and motioned for me to go in front of him. “After you, Miss O’Shea.”

  And there it was. My confirmation he knew exactly who my stranger was. When he saw I didn’t move, he frowned. I smiled at him a little, then started walking.

  “What’s your name?” I asked.

  “Tony, ma’am, but people call me Teddy.”

  Pulling my head back a little, I looked up at him. “Is that because you look like a big teddy bear?”

  Tony chuckled. “Yes, ma’am.”

  Considering he seemed relaxed, I went in for the kill. “Tell me, Tony. Who is he?”

  Tony stiffened, knowing exactly who I meant. There was something else I saw when he stiffened. It was a hint of fear in his eyes. How could someone this big and strong-looking be so frightened at the mere mention of my stranger?

  “I’m not sure who you mean, ma’am.”

  I shook my head, tut-tutting at him. “Come on, Tony. We’re not strangers here. Call me Tyler. You already know it anyway.”

  His eyes widened a little and I saw the distinct bob in his Adam’s apple before he spoke, “I’m just a bouncer here, Tyler.”

  He smiled, but I knew he was getting more and more uncomfortable by the minute with this conversation. I didn’t like pressing him, but I couldn’t help it. “You deliberately picked me and my friend above the whole line of people outside the club. You were there within an instant when he hurt that man’s hand. You took him away. No questions asked. Not even a word to the man I was with. It’s because you know him. It’s because he told you to do all this. Isn’t it, Tony?”

  His pace quickened as he halted outside a door. “I’m sorry, Tyler. I don’t know what you mean.” He placed his hand on the handle and was about to turn it when I stopped him. Tony looked up, fear in his eyes.

  “I’m sorry I’m asking you this. You are obviously afraid of him. I can tell. Just please tell me one thing and I’ll go. Should I be afraid?”

  Tony closed his eyes. I could tell he was having a huge debate in his head about whether he should divulge anything. I thought he was just going to shrug me off, push me out of the door, but he surprised me.

  “I’m not sure what he wants with you, Tyler. It’s really none of my goddamned business. But I will tell you one thing. Just be careful. Okay?”

  I nodded with a smile, grateful to Tony that he gave me that. When he knew there was no more to add, he opened the door and gestured for me to enter.

  Squeezing his hand a little, I mouthed Thank you, and headed out the door. Shit, my head was spinning. After five minutes with the bouncer, I learned that not only was he powerful, he was dangerous.

  But just how dangerous was he?

  Chapter 26

  Dean

  Revenge proves its own executioner.

  John Ford

  I went back home to my guests, and the p
arty I had long planned for tonight. It was only ten o’clock and I’m sure they wouldn’t have missed me much. I had to have them here tonight as witnesses. Something was going down later and I had to make sure all my avenues were covered.

  Parking my Dodge Challenger in the garage, I ventured into the kitchen where I knew Humphrey would be waiting for me. Sure enough, he was standing by the kitchen island, pacing. He looked anxious and I knew why.

  The minute I shut the door, Humphrey’s head snapped up. I immediately saw the mixture of relief and anger on his face. “Fucking hell, Dean. What’s taken you so long? Why the fuck did you decide that tonight, of all nights, you fuck off to chase the girl?”

  I sighed, throwing the keys on top of the island. “It’s okay, Uncle. I have it covered. She’s putty in my hands now.” I smiled wickedly, showing him just how relaxed I was.

  “You’re losing your shit, Dean. She’s getting into your head, just like you said you weren’t going to let happen.”

  I had enough. I banged my fist on the countertop. “Enough!” That gained his attention. I certainly wasn’t going to let him speak to me like that. I didn’t care if he was family. “I am not losing my shit, Humphrey. She was going out tonight and I saw it as my opportunity. It was bad timing, I know, but I got the ultimate prize in the end. She’s crumbling, Humphrey. I can sense it already.”

  Shaking his head, Humphrey ran his hands through his greying hair. “As long as you don’t go down with her, Dean. You’ve worked too hard for this. You can’t let anyone see you weak. It was stupid of you to go out when all this shit is about to go down tonight. Not only that, but what if she starts sniffing around the club, asking questions? Have you even thought of that, Dean? What if someone blows your fucking cover after years of setting this whole thing up?”