by Josie Max
Not against a tree in the woods with a bully nicknamed the devil.
“You want this? You want me to tuck this deep inside you and make you come crying my name?”
I swallowed. My voice hoarse as I eked out a yes.
He unbuttoned my jeans and pull down the zipper. But right before he tugged them down, I stopped him.
“There’s something you should know.”
“Tell me now because you won’t be able to say much once I fill you.”
I nibbled on my thumbnail. “I’m a virgin.”
He took a step back. “Really?”
I nodded.
His eyes darkened. “What is this? Did my uncle put you up to this?”
“What? You mean the man who almost raped me? Yes, I totally will do anything he tells me to do, including making his nephew take my virginity.” I rolled my eyes.
He ran his fingers through his hair. “Violet, what my uncle did to you was terrible. And I know you wanted no part of it. But you have to understand, I know him. He gets people to do crazy things. People he’s hurt and threatened will turn around and do his dirty work, no questions asked.”
The mayor was worse than I thought.
“I’m sorry you have to live under his roof. I really am, but losing my virginity is my choice, not yours or your uncle’s or anyone else's. And I choose you.”
I gasped. Saying it out loud like that was a shock. I knew I wanted him and what we were doing would lead to sex, but to put it into words . . .. That made it real. Solid. There was no going back.
There was a slight tick at the corner of his mouth.
“Okay.”
“And before you think I’m becoming all mushy with you, I’m not. I’m attracted to you, that’s it. If you want a girlfriend, go see Seraphina. She’s dying to be your ankle bitch.”
He chuckled. “I have to say, I almost lost it when I heard you say that to her.”
We stood there for a moment, letting our laughter fade into the night.
“This is what you want?”
I was never one of those girls who dreamed of roses and sweetness for her first time. I imagined it hot and wild, and I knew that’s what Knight could provide.
“Yes.”
He didn’t hesitate. His lips crashed onto mine. It was savage. Our lips couldn’t get enough.
And just as fast as he started, Knight stopped. Our breaths were ragged as he leaned his forehead to mine. “This is your last warning. I don’t fuck nice.”
Fear and lust mingled in my throat “Yes, this is what I want.”
EIGHTEEN
Violet
HE GRABBED MY NECK and pushed me back against the tree. This time I felt the hard ridges of the bark. His jacket had long since fallen from my shoulders.
There was pain with what he was doing to my body, but instead of wishing to get away, I craved more.
“I was sweet to you in the locker room. But that was in case someone walked in. Here,” he waved his hand at the trees, “no one will find us. No one will see what I will do to your body.”
I swallowed and an unsettling shiver ran down my spine. My eye roamed wildly around the woods for signs of anyone close by. There was no one. I could see slivers of the parking lot, but it was too far for anyone to see us or hear me scream.
Was he like his uncle? Was I about to be raped?
He pulled up my thin sweater and pulled so hard on my bra cup that I heard a tear. My nipples were hard, I knew that. A mix of arousal and the cold air made them perfect to be played with.
But I suspected he didn’t want to play.
Knight wanted to hurt me.
“Please,” I whimpered.
His smile grew. “Oh no, is the little virgin changing her mind?”
The grip around my neck, never too tight that I couldn’t breathe, loosened and slid down to twist my nipple. No cute tug and kneading, just bolts of pain ricocheting down my body.
My head went back as I cried out. After a moment it all turned to arousal and my cry turned into a whimper.
“You haven’t answered me?”
I shook my head.
“Good, because I’m just getting started.”
He did the same thing to my other nipple and I knew my panties were soaked. I squirmed but as I reached for him, he pushed my hands away.
“What I need you to do is take off your clothes. I want to see everything I’m getting.”
The ground wasn’t soft with small sticks digging into my feet after I took off my shoes. My body shivered as I pulled off my jeans and panties. Once I threw my sweater and bra aside, I stood there as Knight studied me.
I should be embarrassed, but I wasn’t. The way he watched me caused my body to burn. Eager for his touch, no matter how rough it may be.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
He unfastened his jeans and tugged them down, along with his briefs. They were dark in the wooded moonlight. Everything about Knight was dark.
His cock broke free and my eyes widened. He looked big and I wondered if I would fit him.
With a stroke of his cock, he smirked. “Don’t worry, Violet. You’ll take me. And when I’m done, you’ll beg for more. Now turn around and bend over.”
What? Was that how he was going to do it? I felt disappointed. I wanted to kiss him and put my arms around him.
But I did as he said. I pressed my palms against the tree as I bent over.
“God, your ass is perfect. I can’t wait to fuck it.”
I whipped my head around. “I never said up the ass—”
A sudden crack of pain from Knight slap against my ass cheek shut me up. It hurt, but not much. It was after that I felt the shudder of intense desire flow over me. My clit twitched.
He scolded me with his touch. Branding me his, forever.
“Fuck,” I groaned.
Then he shoved his fingers into my core. Not like he had in the locker room, which was gentle compared to what he was doing now.
“God, you’re so wet, you’re dripping down my hand.”
My mouth hung open as he worked me. He slid my wetness up and down, even circling my asshole. It should shock me. Recoil. But that dirty thought of him slipping inside my ass had me pushing myself into his hand.
“You’re so dirty. Is that what my dirty girl wants? To be filled?”
I moaned and shook my ass.
“Fuck, Violet. When you told me you were a virgin, I really didn’t want to do this with you. I like it rough and do some things virgins don’t do. But, fuck, you’re so dirty, and you haven’t even been broken yet.”
He slid two fingers into my core and worked me, but I felt something pushing into my ass. A finger, maybe? I was so gone, groaning and grinding into him, I had no idea.
“I’m coming.” I barely got it out as my climax slammed into me. It was more intense than the one before with Knight.
Wave after wave hit me even as his hands fell away from my body. I hardly heard him rip something open. Looking back, I saw he was rolling on a condom.
“This might hurt a little since you’ve never been fucked. But based on how much you love pain, I think you’ll be okay.”
He grabbed my ass and dug his fingers into my flesh. I felt the tip of his cock at my entrance. Then he rocked into me. It didn’t take long until I felt a pinch. It was a twinge of pain, but he rocked his hips and soon it was gone.
“That’s it. Warm and wet for me. Your pussy was begging to have me.” He rocked in and out at a gentle pace, which surprised me.
The way Knight had been with my body, I thought he would pound into me. He felt incredible. Once the twinge of pain was gone, I was glad I chose him to be my first. To fuck me right.
I pushed against the tree to pick up the pace.
“Violet, easy. I know how you love my cock, but there're things I’ve got to do.”
I felt his finger or thumb, something curve around the edge of my core where his cock was sliding in and out. He moved down and rubbed
my clit.
“Yes,” I cried out as I felt another orgasm build.
But right after I said that his finger left my clit, sliding up and down until it landed on my puckered hole again.
I glanced back. He was watching himself fuck me. He bit his lower lip. Knight was loving this as much as I was.
He glanced up. “I can’t reach your nipples. I need you to work them for me. And make it hurt, you dirty girl.”
I nodded and grabbed my left nipple, tugging and twisting. It didn’t compare to what Knight was doing to me, but it intensified everything.
Knight pressed something to my asshole again. I looked back and saw he was pushing his finger inside me. I could hardly breathe, it felt incredible. There was a slight burning when he first pushed inside, but once there, it went away.
The only way I could describe was that I felt was filled.
As he finger-fucked me in the ass, he picked up the pace with his cock.
“You’re my new favorite toy, Violet. We’re going to have so much fun together.” His voice was hoarse, and I knew he would not last long.
Which was fine because I felt my orgasm coming. This time I couldn’t say anything. Words evaporated from my lips as sheer ecstasy took over.
I cried out his name as I came.
“Oh, fuck, you’re coming all over my cock. It’s dripping down my leg. Fuck, you are so dirty.”
Stars burst behind my eyelids as I rode out the intensity of the climax. His rhythm faltered and I heard him say my name as he pushed into me a few more times.
The aftershocks left me weak. My legs were giving way as he pulled out, but Knight held me in his arms.
It surprised me when he turned me around and kissed me. It was deep and filled with longing. Not rough like earlier, but soft.
He pulled his head back and gazed down at me. There was a hint of uncertainty that passed over his features before it disappeared into a cocky grin.
“How does it feel to be fucked right?”
Knight was basking in the glow of his mad sex skills. A little too sure of himself. But I didn’t care. He deserved all the praise.
“Amazing.”
“I was thinking since round one was over, why don’t we head back home for round two.”
I was about to say yes, but then I remembered why I was here to begin with. Arabella.
“I can’t.”
He stepped back, furrowing his brow. “You rather hang here at a stupid kegger at Happy Pond then go home with me?”
“No, not at all. It’s just that I came with Arabella and we had plans for after this.”
“I think she’ll understand.”
I scratched an imaginary itch on the back of my neck.
“Look, Knight, she’d kill me if I told you, but we’re going to see if we can find that hole in the basement floor. She’s the one who told me about it.”
He rubbed his chin and nodded. “Okay, but I’m coming with you.”
“No, I don’t think she’ll like that—”
“I don’t think you understand, Violet. I own you now. You wanted to be fucked by me. That means your pussy is mine. So, I’m coming.”
NINETEEN
Violet
“I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU told him,” Arabella whispered to me as she held the flashlight.
We were making our way through the boys’ locker room in a darkened Green Hills Academy. I looked over at Knight, who was a few feet ahead of us.
To be honest, I couldn’t believe it, either. But when he told me my pussy was his, I nearly groaned. That barbaric way of thinking should have repulsed me, but I got an intense thrill. I couldn’t tell Arabella that.
“It irritated him that I wasn’t sticking around.”
She rolled her eyes. “If you hadn’t given up your V-card to him, he wouldn’t have found out about any of this.”
“I told you we fooled around . . . I never said we had sex.”
She snorted, pulling on the strap to the bag she had on her shoulder. “Oh please, it’s written all over you euphoric-just-sexed expression.”
I pursed my lips. “Fine. We had sex and it was amazing. But I figured he can pick locks. If that door is still locked, he can get us in. And besides, he’s a big guy. If heavy furniture needs to be moved, he can do it.”
She pondered what I said. “That is smart. But he might tell his buddies, and then word could get out to the entire school. Maybe if you keep fucking him, he’ll grow a heart and not do anything to ruin us.”
I’d keep fucking him, but not because I wanted him to stay quiet about what was in the basement. He was intensely good at doling out orgasms. I couldn’t just walk away from that kind of talent.
“Shh.” Knight put out his hand and stopped.
Arabella flashed her light around.
“Why did you shush us?” I asked.
“I thought I heard something. I guess it was nothing. Arabella, shine the light at the doorknob.”
Knight got down on his knees and instantly, I flashed back to when he was down on his knees last time in the boys’ locker room. Thankfully, it was dark, and no one could see the heat that was warming my face.
Knight didn’t use his necklace this time. He pulled out a few long picks and maneuvered them around the keyhole. The door clicked and he pulled it open.
Once inside, Knight flipped a switch lighting the way and we turned off the flashlights.
When we got down the stairs to the basement, Arabella said, “Oh my god, this place looks so spooky.”
She had a huge grin on her face. I guess the girl liked scary stuff.
“Where do you think the hole would be?” I asked.
Arabella reached into her bag and lifted out some pieces of paper. “Now, according to the surveyor’s map I got a hold of—”
I held up my hands. “Hold up. Surveyor’s map? When did that happen?”
“Last year. I was doing a history paper on the building, totally sucking up to Mr. Krantz for an A. He loves all things Green Hills. So, I thought, why not do a paper on the place? What I found was interesting. That’s why I think the shaft is still here.”
She walked over to an old school desk and laid out the sheets of paper.
“See, this here is the map from 1900. But this one is from 2000. There're some changes, but you see this line that leads to the river? That’s the shaft.” She traced the dotted line with her finger.
Knight came and stood next to me. His hand slid onto my lower back. I glanced over to Arabella, but she was too busy studying to map to notice.
A shiver ran down to my core, causing me to shift from his touch.
“It’s still there,” Knight whispered close to my ear.
“Am I the only one feeling like we’re in a Scooby Doo episode?” I let out a stilted laugh and stepped away from Knight.
“We better watch out for old Mr. Oakley, the groundskeeper, then.” Arabella chuckled.
“If the two of you are done joking, let’s get to work.” Knight’s eyes bore into me as he held up a map. “According to this, it should be right over here.”
He walked over to where there were old desks and chairs piled on top of each other. My lower back still hummed from where he touched me. I shook my head and did my best to focus on the work and not the devil.
We all got to work moving the old furniture.
Knight took away the last desk and we saw a rug on the floor.
“Why would there be a rug on a cement floor . . .?” I asked.
Knight had a mischievous grin. “Why don’t we roll it up and find out?”
What we found under it surprised us.
“Just an old piece of plywood? That’s what separating us from the hole?” Arabella asked.
“That seems dangerous. Maybe that’s why no one was allowed down here.”
Knight ignored the two of us and pushed the large board out of the way.
“That’s a handle,” I said with a gasp.
It was old, rusty, and r
ound. It lay on the floor and was attached to a hinge.
Knight pointed down. “The more important observation is that’s a door.”
The hinge was bolted to a very heavy-looking door, and it seemed old. Based on the rust pattern, it was made of wood and iron.
“I don’t think we can lift it,” Arabella added.
To come all this way and not even be able to open the door. To say it frustrated me was an understatement.
“Let’s at least try.” Knight reached down and pulled. He almost fell back as the door popped right open.
“That was much easier than I thought it would be.”
A cool blast of damp air wafted up the dark hole.
I bent over the hole and squinted. “It’s pitch-black down there. How are we going to tell if it leads to the stream?”
“Maybe if you just jump down and check.” Knight’s hands went to my shoulders and gave a slight push, but never let go.
I yelled and scurried back. His head went back as he roared with laughter.
I folded my arms over my chest and scowled at him. “That wasn’t funny. I could have slipped and fell in.”
His chuckles faded. “No, you wouldn’t. I had you the entire time.”
“Okay, goofballs, let’s keep at this. We can use our flashlights.” Arabella turned hers on and pointed it into the dark hole.
We all did. If I thought the old basement was creepy, it didn’t compare to the shoot. It reminded me of a water slide that was old and covered in moss.
I covered my nose because the smell that was coming from it was vile. The longer we stood there, the stronger it grew.
“There must be some dead animals down there.” Arabella frowned.
“Does anyone have anything small we can throw down there to hear how far it goes?” I dug into my pockets and found nothing.
Arabella grabbed her bag from the floor and dug inside. “Hey, I have some change. Here’s a penny.”
She handed it to me, and I held it over the hole before I let go. There were some clinks that sounded farther and farther away until there was nothing.
“If it still went all the way to the stream, it should have gone longer. Something is blocking it,” Knight said.