by Dukey, Ker
She moves toward me, her movements slow and suggestive, but her hands flexing gives away her anxiety of this moment.
Unsure fingers reach for my waistline tugging on the hem of my boxers. Clasping my hand over hers I whisper a strained. “Don’t”
My cock swells with need tenting the fabric but I’m fucking terrified. Who the hell am I?
“It’s ok, I want this.” She pleads.
My face contorts into frustration and pain. “Since Robbie, I struggle, I can’t…”
“Shhh,” she calms, placing a hand over my heart.
“It’s just us here,”
She taps in rhythm of our in-sync, erratic heartbeats.
Da-dum. Da-dum. Da-dum. Da-dum. Da-dum.
“Step out of the nightmares, silence the voices that tell you you’re not worthy of this.” She begs imploring me with her hypnotic gaze.
“You didn’t kill your brother. It was a shitty accident, unfair and cruel but he wouldn’t want you to self-blame, to stop yourself from living, to stop yourself from feeling, from having someone who loves you.”
Da dum, da, dum, da dum, da dum, da dum.
“Your head’s a storm, turbulent and destructive. You need to find the center, the calm. Let me be that for you.”
Taking my hand, she leads me to the bed and sits on the edge looking up at me through her thick lashes.
“Tell me how you release, how you touch yourself.” She pleads slipping my boxers down my ass, my throbbing cock springing free like a fucking jack in the box. Boo baby. Her eyes expand, and she swipes her tongue out to dampen her bottom lip. Fuck me.
“Show me how you do it to yourself Rhett.”
Fuck she’s everything a guy dreams about in a tight little package. I’d never have believed she was this sensual little spitfire if I wasn’t seeing it for myself. I’ve hit the girlfriend lottery.
Shit, girlfriend. I have a girlfriend.
“Rhett, do you need something to think about?” She bites her lip and then blows my fucking mind. Leaning back on her elbows she brings her feet up to rest on the edge of the mattress. Her sexy folds opening up to display all that pretty pink pussy.
Sucking two fingertips into her mouth she makes a scene swirling her tongue around them and then she pulls them free and lowers them to her pussy, massaging her clit just for me.
Clear pre-cum seeps over the tip of my hard, throbbing dick. I ache to mount her like a caveman and rut on her until I spurt my seed into her.
Gripping my dick, I stroke, and this makes her breathing hitch. Her tits heave with her uneven exhales. She keeps the pace I set, stroking for her.
Every tug feels almost painful, the veins bulging with the strain of being so goddamn hard for her.
Her pussy clenches, juices glistening in her tight, little hole.
“Come for me, Rhett. Come on me, baby.” She begs, her moans reaching fever pitch. Her back arches and her words are the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. Heat rips up my spine, muscles pull tight and euphoric waves crash over me as I move between her legs and the ribbons of come paint her flesh.
Ripples of shuddering pleasure pouring out of me, warm liquid need covering her torso and nipples, dripping down on her pussy.
If I could replicate this into art form I would hang it on my wall forever.
“Fuck.” I groan out. My legs shaking with the intense release. My cock thickens again immediately and I’m not waiting to feel her. Leaning over I kiss her lips.
“Thank you.” I tell her before devouring her mouth. Lifting her under the armpits I scoot her up the bed, her hands tug at my hair frantic as our lips dance and tongues duel.
Her tits press into my chest as I bring our bodies skin on skin, her thighs wrap around my waist. She’s fucking hungry and I plan to feed her all she can handle.
My fluids coat our flesh as I grind my hard on into the crease of her folds.
“Don’t tease me.” She pleads.
“I don’t want to rush and hurt you.” I tell her honestly.
“I’m not a virgin, Rhett.” She suddenly tenses.
Well damn.
“High school boyfriend of three years. I finally gave in and let him take my virginity. He pressured, then told everyone, and it got back to my father. He threatened to send me to boarding school.”
I fucking hate this prick. As soon as I’m not on the edge of entering her body, I’m going to ask for this motherfucker’s name and pay him a visit.
“I’m sorry…did you think…?” She softens under my body.
“No. I wish your first time was better for you, but it doesn’t change anything for me.”
Why should it, I’ve fucked more women than had hot dinners.
“It’s my second time, but my first time with someone I love.” She whispers.
“Me too,” I tell her honestly. A contented sigh leaves her body and then we’re touching, feeling, loving each other.
When I finally push into the warmth of her body, I know I’m home. She’s my new home. My everything.
Getting up at the crack of dawn so Chastity can sneak back into her house before her dad wakes is comical. I’ve been sleeping like a fucking baby since she’s been tiring me out all week. She’s insatiable. I watch her ass wiggle as she climbs the lattice to her roof.
Last weekend while her dad and Lillian were out of town for a conference I came by and reinforced the thing to make sure it was safe and sturdy for her. They’ll never notice because it’s down the side of the house that’s covered mostly by shrubs.
She crawls through the window and blows me a kiss, when I make it back to my car I already have a text from her.
Chastity: Parting is such sweet sorrow
Before I reply, my phone beeps again with an incoming message from Pride.
Pride: Can you meet me before class?
Me: sure, where?
Pride: initiation place.
Nerves are back eating away my insides, a yawn rips from me as I step from foot to foot to ward off the morning cold.
The place is fucking freezing, the stone holding in the cold and cocooning you like a tomb. Footfalls sound and Pride pushes into the chapel room. “Hey man.”
My fingers are almost numb when I reach out for the card he offers. No small talk. It must be fucking bad.
“You’ve got to be kidding,” I snort reading the only line that matters out loud.
“Seduce the dean’s wife?”
It’s not his fault, but my fury is aimed at him right now.
“I don’t have any part in the tasks,” he informs me, straightening his shoulders. “I fucking hate this as much as you do. I just want it to be over.”
Snatching the card from me, he lights it on fire and drops it to the floor.
“I can’t fucking do this!” I breathe, dropping on my haunches and holding my head in my hands. After dad’s confession, I want out from him more than before, but at this price?
This would kill Chastity, and would Lillian even be seducible?
Of course she is. I haven’t met a woman who isn’t.
“Just make it quick. In and out,” Pride grunts.
“It’s not a drop by to say hi, they want me to fuck her,” I grate out.
Shuffling his feet, he sighs loud enough for it to reach my ears.
“The Elite comes as a price, as with everything in life. Sacrifices have to be made”
Don’t I fucking know it.
Sitting in the car staring at the stone building already late for my first class, I will my legs to move but I’m frozen. The bottle of Jack Daniels sits on the passenger seat willing to offer me courage.
Drink up let the alcohol convince me I’m still this guy. My stomach rolls and I grab the bottle and toss it in the backseat.
I can’t fuck her, no way.
There’s nothing that will convince me I’m the same guy I was before Chastity, and she deserves more than this.
More than that.
I know she only has two cl
asses this morning and then she’s done for the day, so I whip out my phone and text her to meet me at my house for lunch.
By lunch, I mean feasting on each other.
She bounds up the drive to meet me where I’m sat on the steps like a love-sick pre-teen waiting for a love note to be delivered.
I feel relieved.
“Hey, lover” she beams, launching herself at me as I get to my feet. Her arms wrapping around my neck, legs around my waist.
“You hungry?” I growl.
“Yep.” She grins.
“For food or cock?” I tease. Her cheeks turn rosy pink and she burrows her head into my neck giggling.
I’ve fucked her five ways from Sunday in multiple positions. Had my cock, fingers and tongue inside her pussy, yet she still blushes at the crude words. She’s adorable. Then I hear it, it’s faint but clear enough. “Cock.”
Fuck yeah.
The knock at the door brings a chuckle to my lips. She must have forgotten something. She’s a fool for coming back for it because now I’m going to keep her here longer.
Her face isn’t the one that greets me at my bedroom door. Mrs. Griffin’s is.
It’s like the fates realign to make my tasks easy for me, but it’s more tormenting than anything.
“What are you doing here?”
She pushes into my room, placing her handbag on my desk.
“Nice place,” she compliments.
“Thanks? How did you get in here?”
“You’ve been avoiding me. The terms of your enrollment were made clear to you.”
Fuck.
“I think I know why you’ve been avoiding me.”
The steam from the shower begins billowing from the open door. Holding up a finger, I excuse myself to turn the water off. Are guidance counselors allowed to make house calls to student’s bedrooms?
Turning the shower off, the vent kicks in, clearing the steam, and my eyes bug out of my head when I turn to find Mrs. Griffin in the doorway wearing nothing but black lace lingerie and black stockings.
What the fuck is happening?
“I see the way you look at me, the way you check out my pictures, and it’s okay. I feel it too. How can we deny something that feels so powerful?” she says, sauntering her half-naked ass over to me.
Her arms come up around my neck, and cement fills my bones.
Did I fall asleep? How the hell could she think I looked at her some way—and act on it?
Not that I did…have…do—fuck, now my internal voice sounds like Chastity. Shit…Chastity.
I grab her arms and pull them from around my neck, placing them against her chest. “Nope,” I state, matter-of-fact.
“What?”
“Hard pass. Not happening. Not interested.”
“But…”
Damn woman. She’s clearly never been turned down before. Truth is, before Chastity, I may have fucked her for shits and giggles, but after Chastity? No way in hell. I don’t want to fuck another soul.
Lillian’s lips pull into a thin line, her eyes narrowing. “You don’t want this?”
It’s then I see it. My stomach rolls and, heat explodes up my spine. Under the blacklight God had fitted in here, The Elite mark glows.
“You’re Elite?” I shake my head, grabbing her wrist and straightening her arm. She attempts to tug it free from my grasp, but she’s weaker than piss.
I lift her arm above her head. Tucked right near her armpit is The Elite mark, Envy written beneath their logo.
She’s Envy for the class of god knows when.
Why would they want me to fuck a member?
I weaken my hold, and she snatches back her arm. “You’ll regret this,” she snaps.
I follow her retreat into my room. She bends to swipe up her jacket, the only thing covering her scantily clad form.
“Did The Elite put you up to seducing me?” I ask, bewildered.
She rounds on me with pity in her features, shaking her head at me.
“Why would The Elite want me to seduce you?” she snaps. Good question. It’s just fucking weird I’m given the task to fuck her and here she is doing the job for me.
“I thought you wanted this.” She laughs without humor, slipping her shoes on and grabbing her purse.
“I’ll see you for our session next week,” she throws over her shoulder, slamming my bedroom door like nothing happened.
Fuck this, I need to talk to Pride.
I get to the bottom of my street and frown when I see God’s car parked on the corner with him inside. Pulling up next to him, I lower my window, and he does the same.
“Hey,” he says, hesitant.
“What are you doing here?”
“You said do whatever it takes,” he reminds me.
“Yeah well, I guess some of us are willing to go the extra mile. My mom’s fucking car, God? After everything she went through with Robbie?”
Grinding his jaw he smacks his hand on the steering wheel.
“It’s just a car, she now has a new one. I’m only in The Elite for you!” He punctures the word you with a growl.
“And now I hear you handed in your coin? From fucking Pride, of all people, I hear this?”
What’s his problem with Pride?
“I’m out of the Elite,” I state, and sickness at the thought of actually being out stirs in my gut. I don’t know what I plan to do about tuition and living and anything else right now. I can’t see past Chastity.
She’s all that matters. I know he won’t understand that, not until it happens to him one day.
It’s like being held underwater your entire life, and then finally being pulled up and taking a breath.
“You needed The Elite. This was all your idea—your plan,” he fumes.
I nod my head, agreeing. “I know, but they wanted something I couldn’t give them. I’m going to tell Pride and the others at our next meeting. They’ll replace me.”
With that, he rolls his window up and screeches out of the estate.
Sacrifice. That’s when you know you love someone, when you’re willing to give up something you want for something you need. I need her, her happiness, her smiles, touch, love.
Handing my coin over was one of the hardest things I’ve done. But it was the only way. There was no way I could complete my task, and this new one would do damage to Chastity too, all to get at her dad? Why could it not be for me to just rough the fucker up?
It fucking sucks, but there’s no other way.
Pride is standing in the parking lot when I arrive on campus, leaning against Greed’s car, arms folded, a crease marring his forehead.
Pulling into the space next to him, he comes around and gets in my passenger side.
“Hey,” I say, warily.
“I know it must have been hard for you to do it, but it’s enough. You’re in,” he tells me, and I frown, confused.
He drops my coin in my palm and nods. “I’ve informed the other’s of your status.”
What the fuck is he talking about?
He takes my confusion with surprise. “The video?” He says, like I know what the hell he’s talking about.
Getting out his phone, he plays with the screen, and then my cell beeps.
My insides coil and the blood drains from my veins.
It’s a video of Chastity and me at the carnival in the back of the magic mirror, or whatever the fuck it’s called.
Me eating her pussy. Rapture caught on her expression as I bring her to climax. Motherfucker.
The film is on a cell phone being held from what looks like just outside the back exit door.
Shame and guilt saturate me. This will kill Chastity.
“You didn’t send me that?” Pride asks.
“What? Fuck no. Where did it come from?”
“No number. I thought you must have sent it from the phone it was caught on. So you didn’t know you were being filmed?”
Is he fucking dumb? “No,” I grate out, my anger flaring.
“Have you shown that to anyone?” Oh god, what if it’s gone viral by someone out to get me, or her, or us both, or just someone caught us and is being a dick.
“I handed it over to The Elite, Rhett. I’m sorry, brother. I thought you had a change of heart.”
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I roar, slamming my hands against the steering wheel.
“Maybe there’s a way we can track the sender?” he grunts.
“It doesn’t fucking matter now. It’s out there.” I exhale, closing my eyes to ward off the impending headache.
“I’m sorry, Rhett.”
With that, he opens the door and slams it shut on his departure.
Walking through the corridors is a special kind of torture. I see everyone. Usually I’m lost in my own thoughts, but not today. I’m studying every damn person I pass.
Do they know? Have they seen it? Was it them?
Avoiding Chastity is its own form of torment. She’s the one I want to be with in a crisis. I’ll lose her over this. Will she know it wasn’t me? Surely the camera angle proves it.
I drag my feet for the weekly appointment with Lillian. Things are just too fucking weird for her to demand I still come to see her. I’m going to tell her today. It ends. Ask her what she knows about The Elite.
Raised voices sound from her door, garnishing worried looks from a girl in the waiting area.
It’s Chastity’s voice. No.
Pushing the handle, I open the door and my world tilts, my heart imploding. Red blotchy eyes, tear-soaked cheeks, a phone playing the video in her hand. Her cunt stepmother leans against her desk in front of her, arms folded, a smirk on her lips.
“Chas,” I croak.
Her chest rises and falls with her heartbreak.
Getting to her feet, she hands the phone back to Lillian and barges past me.
It’s over. I know it without her telling me, and the loss hits me like a tidal wave, knocking me off kilter.
Slamming the door closed, rage races through my blood like a drug.
“You fucking bitch,” I growl.
With a non-committal shoulder shrug, the whore smirks. “She had to know who she was getting involved with.”
