Deviant: Black Mountain Academy

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by Dani René


  “Why would she cheat if—”

  “I walked out one night after …” Elian glances at me and offers a small smile. “Let’s talk about you,” he says. “Any serious boyfriends in your life?”

  Shaking my head, I think back to my almost-limited experience. “No. Nothing serious. I … I guess you could say I played around, learning, doing stupid shit.” I shrug. “My father tried to keep me in line, but mostly I hated being home, so I would sneak out to parties and stay out all night with friends, with boys.”

  Elian stiffens beside me, his body rigid at my admission. He doesn’t look at me when he asks, “Is it strange that makes me angry?” I don’t know why I smile, but I do. I like that he’s jealous because I don’t feel like an idiot for my own emotions.

  “Why me, Elian?” I ask something I questioned him about a while ago. I need to know if this is something real or only physical.

  “I don’t know, Arabella. All I can think about is pinning you down on the fucking ground right now and having my way with you.” Elian’s voice turns dark, the thick, huskiness tracing its way from my ear, all the way down between my legs.

  “And then what?”

  “Then I’ll make you scream my name so loud everyone down there will hear you,” he tells me, nudging his chin toward the endless view of the lights from the road that leads into town. “I want to feel your cunt around my dick. I want it to pulse and tighten, to stretch for me, and me only.”

  “That sounds like you’re laying claim,” I counter. The challenge in my voice is clear. “If this is going to be exclusive, then I want to know.”

  “Why? Because you want to go and fuck Ahren as well?” This time, Elian looks at me, his stare burning a hole right through my chest. There’s a darkness in his voice.

  I push to my feet, but before I can turn, hands grip my hips, and Elian pulls me onto his lap earning himself a squeal of surprise. His hold on me is fierce, and I can’t move. His mouth is at my ear, hot breath fanning over it as he trails the tip of his tongue over the shell down to my neck.

  He coos, “Tell me, little deviant. Want to fuck us both?” The dark tone that takes over his usually deep voice sends hot lava skittering through my veins.

  “Why? Are you jealous if I did?”

  His teeth sink into my neck, causing my body to shiver in his hold as he sucks the sensitive flesh into his mouth. “If you do this, like you agreed, you’re mine, and mine only. I don’t fucking share pussy with anyone.” The command shudders through me, and those deep pools lock on me, holding me hostage.

  Twisting around, just enough so he can see me, I focus on him, and notice his stare, but this time, it’s burning hot and needy. “I’m not just a fuck-toy for you to use as you wish,” I bite back, anger taking hold of me and making me rage at him. Elian arches a brow at me, amusement creasing his handsome features as he takes in my scowl.

  “I didn’t say anything of the sort,” he tells me, trailing his hot touch down my thighs and slowly back up until he’s reached the apex of my thighs. “And if you sit still like a good fucking girl,” he speaks in a hush as his fingers dip under the material of my shorts until he finds what he’s looking for. “Wet already.”

  “I’ve—”

  “Been thinking about all the ways I can fuck you right here and now,” he taunts as his index finger dips into me, not too far but far enough to have me trembling on his lap. “Are you also picturing how much I’m going to stretch this little hole?” His question is pure filth, and I can’t stop the whimper that falls free from my lips.

  He continues teasing me even though I haven’t answered him. He inserts another finger into my heat, teasing me open. My hips buck of their own volition, and I’m lost to the world of pleasure as Elian takes me right to the edge.

  My eyes flutter, my head drops back, and soon I’m lost to the euphoria trickling through me. A wave crests and then suddenly his hand is gone. His fingers are no longer inside me, and I’m shaking.

  Snapping my gaze to his, I’m off his lap, practically stumbling backward as I glare at him. “What was that?” I croak, my throat thick with emotion as I almost feel like crying. For a moment, I think he’s going to admit something to me, something I don’t want to hear, but then he shakes his head and rises to his full height.

  “I want you needy,” he tells me. “I’m not a man who takes pleasure carelessly. The anticipation is what begs to be drawn out. The longer, the better.”

  Shaking my head, I huff. “That makes no sense. What’s the point in prolonging the pain and living with it instead of just getting lost in the pleasure?” I may sound like a petulant child, but this is the third time he’s left me hanging.

  “Edging is part of the deal,” he tells me nonchalantly. “You’re welcome to walk away.” His expression tells me he’s not lying. He wouldn’t care if I turned around and left him here. He wouldn’t blink if I were to refuse him because he can get any woman he wants. And this may be stupid, but I’m the one who wants him.

  “I never said I’m walking away. This is ridiculous though,” I confess. “Can’t I … I mean, I could touch myself.” Even in my defiant words, there’s a hint of uncertainty. Elian slowly lifts his hand, bringing his two fingers, the two that were inside me, and presses them to his tongue. A groan of pleasure rumbles in his chest. The sound is low and deep in his throat. And I watch as he sucks the wetness from both digits.

  “If you even attempt to touch that gorgeously tight cunt and make those sweet juices flow, I’m going to make that ache that’s swirling low in your belly so much worse.” The threat hangs in the darkness, and this time, I do step up to him. I’ve waited, I’ve prayed and prayed, and now that I’m here, I can finally do something I’ve craved to do.

  I lean up on my tiptoes and slowly press a kiss to the stubble on his angular jaw. The face that looks like it’s been chiseled from the finest marble. Another feral sound comes from him, and the moment my tongue snakes out and teases the corner of his mouth, I get what I want.

  His hands grip me harshly, his fingers dig into my upper arms, and he spins me around, slamming me against the smooth, cool rock where we’d been sitting. Shivers wrack my body, and he leans in close, his mouth inches from mine. I’ve been in control for the past few seconds, but it’s not because I wanted to be. I was poking the proverbial sleeping bear. And he’s woken up, baring his teeth.

  “Don’t think you can take me on,” he whispers in my ear. “Because I’m not playing your game. We’re playing mine.” The heat of him cocoons me, but it’s the hardness of his erection that turns me into a raging inferno. My cheeks burn with heat, and my body responds in a way I’d never felt before. Tilting my head, I meet those eyes that are no longer ice cold, but instead, they’re a pure flame. “Feel that?” His hips roll, and I can’t stop the nod because of course I can fucking feel it. The monster that will most probably break me open, split me in two, is currently nudged between us. “That’s what you do to me, every fucking minute of the day.”

  In his eyes, I see why he’s taunting me. It’s to show me just how he feels when I’m near him in class, when he can’t touch me. When we can’t acknowledge each other outside of the protocol of teacher and student.

  “Now, the next time, you think about touching yourself, remember this—” Elian thrusts against me “—is what I’m getting you ready for, and it will be when I think you’re ready and not a moment sooner.”

  When he finally steps back, I’m left shivering and breathing hard. My panties were wet before, but now they’re drenched. As much as I should run away from him—because I’m not sure I can take more teasing—I can’t leave because I want him more than anything.

  23

  Elian

  I took her home and did nothing more. I didn’t kiss her goodnight, I didn’t even touch her hand, but it feels as if she’s been branded into me. She doesn’t realize I know the darkest secret of all. I click open the email once more and stare at the screen. All the informat
ion I thought was true most definitely is. But she’s nothing like I expected.

  Arabella is turning me inside out. Even with the flavor of her silky skin on my tongue, I know this isn’t going to be easy. The deal I made was concrete. I was convinced it would be smooth sailing, but this girl has made it clear she’s not a pushover. And if I had to admit it, I’m enjoying our push and pull.

  I’m losing my icy touch. My father would be so disappointed if he were still here. He taught me how to sniff out a rat, but this time, she blindsided me. The problem is, even though I’m dying to end this path in blood, just like the way it started, I’m not sure I can.

  Leaning back, I close my eyes and bask in the silence, which is quickly broken by my phone ringing. I glance at my desk, a tumbler of whiskey sitting beside the noisy device. The name on screen is one I don’t want to hear from, but I know if I don’t answer it, I’ll never hear the end of it.

  “Hello,” I say after swiping the screen.

  “I’m here.” Her voice comes through, clear and crisp.

  My brows furrow in the dimly lit office. The red lights on my clock shout at me, telling me it’s past midnight. “Why are you calling me?”

  “I wanted to surprise you. I got in a few hours ago,” she informs me as if we were planning on meeting. That’s the last fucking thing I want.

  “You’re not making any sense.” Pushing to my feet as awareness shakes me right down to the core, I move to the window to pull the curtain shut as if she’s going to be standing on the other side of the door. Perhaps she is. This woman has bunny boiler tendencies.

  “I’m in Black Mountain.” Her voice is bright and airy, and I swear to god, my hand clenches the phone so hard I’m certain it’s going to crack. No. Fucking. Way.

  “Why are you here?” The question is bit out through clenched teeth. My jaw ticks, aching as I bite down hard to keep the rage from spilling into my response.

  “I told you I wanted to see you,” she tells me, but the moment she says it, one face pops into my mind, and it’s not the one who I’m talking to. “I’ll pass by the school tomorrow. I think a man who likes to play games will understand that you don’t always win.” The line dies, silence greets me, and before I have time to think, I’m lobbing the phone across the room. It lands on the thick carpet with a thud. A sigh leaves my lips when I realize this is a problem. A big fucking problem.

  “Fuck!”

  Picking up the landline, I dial Ahren’s number and wait for it. A few rings later, his voice comes through the line. “What’s—”

  “She’s here,” I grit out. My hands are still shaking with rage.

  “What?” I can tell he’s sleepy from the grogginess in his voice, but when it takes me a moment to answer, he interrupts my thoughts. “Oh fuck,” Ahren mumbles as the noise of his bedding shifting comes through the line. “I’ll be there in a few.”

  I hang up without answering him because I’m already deep in thought. I can’t believe she is back, but showing her face at the school is against the rules we set out. If it weren’t for the agreement Ahren and I came to with her, I would never have gotten the job at Black Mountain Academy. But now that she’s here, I have a feeling nothing is going to stop her from telling everyone about last summer. When Ahren fucked her while I watched.

  Usually, that wouldn’t be a problem. I didn’t enter her, and she was eighteen, but what I’m most worried about is that she knows there was a video. And I have a feeling she’s here to get it back.

  When I told Arabella I’ve done bad things, I wasn’t lying. But I wasn’t expecting the past to step right into my present and presumably fuck up my future. My phone rings once more, and I want to ignore it, but when I reach it as it beckons from the floor, I see Arabella’s name, and I smile.

  I. Fucking. Smile.

  “Hi,” I answer, keeping my voice low.

  “Hi.” She sounds as if she’s about to pass out, but I can also hear the smile in her voice. “I wanted to see if you’re still awake.”

  “So you called me after midnight?” I can’t stop the banter. It’s natural, nothing like I’ve experienced before.

  “I figured if you weren’t awake, being an old man and all, I would have left you a naughty voice message,” she tells me with a giggle that’s both seductive and sweet. Jesus, this girl is driving me up the fucking wall. I wasn’t lying earlier when I told her my cock is always hard when she’s around. It’s true.

  “Well then, what if I hang up and you call back?” I propose to her. “That way I can ignore your call and you can leave me that naughty message.” The anger slowly dissipates as I listen to her laugh. It’s boisterous, free, as if she’s not got a care in this world. Perhaps she doesn’t for this moment, and I settle in my chair and pray I can forget the rage that slowly took over me moments ago.

  I know Ahren will be here soon, so I can’t be long, but for a moment, I think about giving her what she needs.

  “Are you needy for me?”

  Her breath hitches at my question, and I smile. “Yes, I am.”

  My mouth tilts to her response. The breathy way she admits it only has my erection pressing against my zipper. “Good. Then I want you to take your index finger and slowly trace a line over your lips, top one, then lower one. And gently press your tongue to the bottom of your mouth. Imagine it’s my thumb.”

  She doesn’t respond, but her breathing is hard and fast.

  “Then I want you to take that almost-wet finger and slide it over each nipple, slow and steady. Don’t rush.” My own hand moves to my crotch. I can’t take my cock out, but I’ll enjoy the tension that builds from just listening to her. “Then I want you to trail it down to your stomach, lower to your panties, and under that slinky material I’m sure you’re wearing.”

  “What if I wasn’t wearing panties?” Her challenge is clear. She’s losing her inhibitions and allowing me in. Something I wanted since the first day of school.

  “Then you’re a bad girl, and when we’re alone again, I’m going to punish you with my thick cock,” I tell her, my tone feral and animalistic. “Now touch my pussy. Feel how wet you are just listening to my voice,” I keep going. “Imagine me above you, looming over you, my hand over your mouth, keeping you quiet while you know it’s wrong feeling like this about me.”

  “Elian.” My name has added fuel to the already raging fire burning me from the inside out. “Please,” she pleads, and my cock weeps. When I felt her tonight, how tight she is, and just how wet she got, I hadn’t felt pain like that before. The agony of not feeling her around my dick in that moment took hold of me. It’s fierce.

  “Push two fingers inside, just like I did earlier,” I command her. “Slowly pump them in and out. Imagine my tongue and fingers fucking you, getting you ready to take my dick in that pretty cunt.”

  “Oh, god, Elian,” she moans, but over her sweet sounds, I hear the bike. It will be at least three minutes before he gets in here, so I turn my attention on her.

  “Faster. Feel me, my hot breath in your ear, telling just how much I’m going to enjoy breaking you. I’m going to enjoy watching you swallow my dick, getting it all slobbery and wet before I slide into your tight hole. I want to feel you come and pulse around me, milking my dick.”

  “Fuck, Elian. Please, please let me come. I want it.” More begging incites a grin on my face from ear to ear.

  “I want your orgasms. All of them are mine. Am I understood?” The gruff tone of my voice has her whimpering on the line.

  “Yes, yes, yours.”

  Her mumbling becomes incoherent and then I tell her, “Come. Imagine me deep inside that gorgeous little body, fucking my little deviant.” That does it. She screams out loud, and I’m thankful she’s alone at home. A second later, Ahren pushes open my office door and saunters inside as if he’s not just gotten out of bed. “Good girl,” I speak into the phone but glance at my brother.

  My response is a chuckle, and he shakes his head. He settles on the chair opposit
e my desk after grabbing himself a drink and watches me from over the rim of the glass.

  “Go to bed now,” I tell her. “I’ll call you in the morning.”

  “Thank you,” Arabella says, and I can’t stop my chest from tightening. “Goodnight,” she tells me before hanging up, and I’m left staring at Ahren, the recollection of her first orgasm with me still fresh in my mind. But from the back, where I lock up all my bad memories, comes the reminder that she’s back.

  “So,” Ahren speaks after swallowing a mouthful of the spiced rum I keep that’s imported from Jamaica. “You’re in a bit of shit.”

  “This needs to be squashed.”

  “She needs to learn that when you sign an agreement, you keep to it,” Ahren informs me before tipping back the last drops of the rich, honey-colored liquid and rises to get another. “You and Arabella are getting along well,” he remarks but doesn’t look at me.

  “I need your help,” I finally admit. I hate asking for help, even if it means I’ll get something done sooner. I was brought up not to be weak, and the belief that asking for assistance in anything appears as if you’re unable to do it, which in turn makes you weak.

  “I know what to do.”

  I know he’ll be good at it as well. Distraction is part of Ahren’s DNA. The bad boy features and persona he’s created keep women busy for days, weeks even. “Take her to the cabin,” I suggest. “Give me a week. Let me just see where this thing between Arabella and I is going. If she’s not to my liking, I can break it off.” Even though it’s a white lie I’m telling my brother, guilt still eats away at me.

  “You know that your little stalker isn’t going to stop,” he tells me before settling back in the chair. “She’ll come for you time and again because she believes she loves you. And,” he says, tipping his glass toward me, “she thinks you love her.”

 

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