A Lesson in Blackmail: Black Mountain Academy / a Club Alias Novel

by Robichaux, KD

  “Oh, I noticed,” I murmur, looking down at his deliciously masculine chest before biting my bottom lip, and I can’t help but giggle when his cock twitches beneath me again.

  “God, that giggle. I swear, when I heard it the first time when I was listening to you at the club—”

  “Spying on me, you mean?” I lift a brow.

  “Tomatoes, to-mah-toes.” He winks. “I swear the sound of it did something to my chest. Like it tightened and loosened at the same time. It made me feel guilty that I’d spent all these months picking on you instead of trying to make you laugh.”

  The confession comes so easily from his lips that I don’t even know how to respond, so I stay quiet, and soon he leans us over to turn off the water, and I hear him splash a little to test the temperature.

  “Perfect,” he murmurs, and he stands so suddenly that I squeak and wrap my arms around his neck. “Little mouse.” He laughs low. “Like I’d let you fall.” He shakes his head, and he steps into the tub and lowers us into the water. Without making me think about it, he spins me around how he wants me, between his legs and leaning back against his chest. “How do I turn on the jets?” he asks, and I point to the button in one corner of the tub, loving that he didn’t ask me if I want them on, not forcing me to make a decision, just asking how to get what he wants.

  Before he pushes it though, he picks up my citrus body wash from several bottles I have on the edge and holds it up to read the label. I smile when he pops it open and brings it to his nose, giving it two audible sniffs. “Mmm, this is what you wore tonight,” he says, more to himself than to me, and then I giggle again when he tells me, “This is my favorite part.” I watch curiously as he turns the bottle upside down and squeezes a figure-8 of green soap around my breasts, making me squeal at the cold liquid, but I don’t move, wanting to see what he does next. And then he pushes the button to turn on the jets, and I grin in delight as he laughs boyishly when the tub quickly fills with a thick cloud of bubbles.

  He kicks his legs a little when the bubbles get too high, and it dissipates them enough that they’re not in my face. We relax in the jets for a few quiet minutes, taking in the simple pleasure, and then he reaches behind him and pushes the button again to turn them off, and immediately the bubbles start to pop all around us. I close my eyes as I rest my head back somewhere between his shoulder and chest and feel his arms come around me. Using only his big, calloused hands, he begins to rub his palms along my body starting with my biceps and working all the way down my arms until he momentarily laces his fingers with mine before working back up again. Then he moves inward to my breasts, massaging them gently, and I glance down to see they look so much smaller when giant hands are on them. But he doesn’t seem to mind, seeing as his cock hardens behind me.

  He takes a split second to reach between our bodies to adjust his erection so it lies straight up to his belly button. He picks up where he left off, caressing my breast before rolling my nipples between his thumbs and the knuckles of his pointer fingers, and I gasp and arch my back to get closer to his hands. But he lets go of them and continues his massage downward over my ribs then farther to dip into my belly button, making me twitch. His long, muscled arms reach farther, until he cups my center, and I hold my breath, wondering what he’ll do. Now that I’ve come fully back into my body, I feel the soreness between my legs. He must feel how swollen I am, how wonderfully used my pussy feels after what he did to me, because his touch is gentle as he presses the V of his first two fingers on either side of my slit, massaging them up and down my lower lips.

  I purr as I melt against him, letting my legs fall wider apart over his. I feel the slickness as he dips his fingers into my pussy, trying to hold still as he rubs carefully, cleaning away his cum and my juices. He moves then, and I’m in such a trance I don’t realize I’m trapped until his legs hook over mine. It’s then I feel his other arm has come around the front of me to hold down my arms, so now my legs are locked open and I can’t move my upper body.

  I’m at his mercy, and he’s got a free hand and an obscenely long reach.

  Chapter 10

  Evie

  With my breath starting to come in pants, my heart starts to pound, never having been aroused again so closely after coming out of aftercare. But like the good Dominant Nathaniel is turning out to naturally be, he senses my change in emotion and asks, “Color, little mouse?” against my ear from behind. His breath sends a shiver down my body, tightening my nipples even further.

  “Um… green. Just… unexpected. I’m… I’m okay.” I nod.

  “Very good,” he rumbles low, and he continues where he left off, toying with my pussy. He plays with my clit with the pads of two fingers, making fire spread from my core outward. I can barely move an inch, and only my hips, and I press my head back against him, turning my face so my forehead presses against his jaw.

  He dips a finger inside me, and his cock jerks where it’s pressed between us, and I clench around him, making him groan. “Do you know how fucking hot it is to know I’m using my cum inside you as lube?” he asks, and he curls his finger to drag it along that special place on my inner wall.

  I shudder. “Yes, Mr. Black,” I whisper, my legs straining against his even though they’re no match for the long, thick muscles that are barely even flexed to keep me trapped. My toes curl at the delicious feelings his fingers are providing.

  He circles my clit, building… building… building me up, and when my breaths become pants, he eases his fingers into me once again, toying with me, taking me to the brink and then pulling me back. I want to whine, to beg, to complain that he’s not giving me what I want, but that’s not how this works. He is my Master right now, and he’ll give me what he pleases. And right now, what pleases him is playing my body like a savant.

  Back and forth, he strums the chords of my desire, circling, circling, circling my clit then dipping his fingers in to stroke along my G-spot. Circling, circling, circling, then back inside, lulling me until I pick up on the rhythm and the number, and I realize he must be counting in his head, turning my pleasure into a ritual. I don’t know whether to try to stop it or not. Should I let him add something else to his list of compulsions, or is it inevitable? And before I can worry any more about it, his finger is on my clit once more, circling… circling… circling… but instead of dipping into my pussy, his fingers go lower, finding my back hole and tracing along the rim.

  My thighs convulse, instinctively trying to close, but his legs hold tight, his arm squeezing tighter around me. And this time, he doesn’t ask me what color I’m at. He simply breathes, “Relax, little mouse.”

  “But… I’ve never let anyone do any type of anal play before,” I say in one exhale, and he groans, his chest vibrating against my back.

  “Something that’ll be all mine then,” he murmurs to himself. Then to me, he whispers, “Trust me to take care of you and know how far to take you.”

  And I don’t know if it’s the smartest decision of my life, to give in to an untrained Dominant, to allow him to do something to me that has always been a soft limit for me, something I was wary of but not quite completely off the table. But for some reason, I do trust him. And I do want to be a good submissive and give him what he wants. So I do as he ordered and relax, forcing myself to melt against him and let the tension leave my legs.

  “That’s my girl,” he murmurs, and my heart beams inside my chest, making me feel like I’m glowing all over under his praise and being called his.

  He goes back to circling my clit, the same number as before, and again he slides his fingers past my pussy to press against my anus, dipping one finger just inside.

  “I’m going to let go of your arms so I can use my other hand now. Do not move,” he commands, and it makes me relax even more, trust him even further, because he has knowledge I had been afraid he didn’t have. But of course he does—he’s brilliant Nathaniel Black. Why wouldn’t he know you shouldn’t touch a woman’s pussy with something th
at’s been in her ass?

  With one fingertip of his right hand still pressed inside my hole, his left slides sensually over my curves, making me arch like a cat in heat, as he makes his way down to start circling my clit, and I moan at the feel of everything happening at once, no longer able to focus on just one sensation at a time.

  “That’s it, baby,” he whispers, and I melt further against him at the name. “Feel my fingers strumming this pretty little clit. Focus all your attention there, and what I do to your tight little ass will only heighten your pleasure.” He says it in a way like he knows it for a fact, and I decide to listen to him, allowing the student to become the teacher. Since I’ve never let anyone do any of this before, I wouldn’t know, but it truly feels like he knows what he’s doing. So I give in, sinking back into my role as submissive, and let my Master have his way, because I always have my safe word just in case.

  Doing as he said, I let my mind zero in on my clit as he picks up the circles from before, breathing through it as I vaguely feel his digit in my ass begin to massage my rim. I have to focus on other things as well—his masculine sighs behind me, the way he rocks his hardness so subtly against my back, the flexing of his calves over mine, how sexy his sinewy, tan forearms look against my much lighter stomach—because if I focus too fully on my clit, I’m going to come too quickly.

  When I allow my focus to fall back to my center, I realize he’s worked his finger in farther, and I suck in a breath.

  “Evelyyyn,” Nathaniel singsongs, and I whimper. “You’re not doing what I asked, are you? You tightened up.”

  “I’m… sorry. It’s overwhelming. If I focus on my clit, I’ll come too fast,” I reply.

  He chuckles behind me. “Who ever told you there’s such a thing as coming too fast?” I think it might be a rhetorical question until he prompts, “What do you think will happen if you come?”

  “That you… you’ll stop. And then you won’t get to do what you wanted to do, and I will have ruined it for you,” I breathe, as he continues his circles on my clit.

  He shakes his head. “Baby, if you come, I’ll just keep going. I’ll keep going, even if you beg me to stop. The only thing that’s going to make me end this is if you call your safe word. Your orgasms are my reward. They don’t tell me to stop. They tell me, ‘Good job, keep going.’”

  His words make me shudder, and I want to cry at how different, how amazing he is. Every other Dom I’ve been with has liked to withhold completion, except for the one with the Hitachi, who gets off on seeing just how many times he can make a woman come before she loses consciousness. But Nathaniel… he’s wanting to give me as much pleasure as my body can take. I don’t have to ask his permission to come. As many things as he wants to control, that’s apparently not one of them, calling the ability to get me off a “reward.”

  “Now, focus on your clit, and when you’re ready, I want you push out with your asshole. It’ll open that ring of muscles, and I’ll be able to slide in without hurting you. Trust me,” he says, and I nod against him.

  My mind’s eye zeroes in on my clit, and that fire starts to build once more, spreading through my core and down my legs, and I moan at how good it feels, and then I give him what he wants and flex my anus. He feels the tightness around his finger loosen, because he slides his long finger all the way into me without nearly as much resistance, and I gasp at the intrusion.

  He picks up the speed of his circles, murmuring against my face, “Very good, little mouse,” and I’m shocked at how good it feels. My hips start to grind involuntarily, and that fire in my core starts to build and build as he moves his finger inside me.

  I don’t know where to focus anymore, since what he’s doing to my ass actually feels wonderful, so I don’t need to distract myself from it any longer. But fuck, what he’s doing to my clit his exquisite, so I try to take everything in all at once. And before I know what’s happening, an orgasm slams into me, and I arch against him, his finger going deeper, the others working my clit faster, and my voice is echoing, echoing off the walls as I beg him for more. And he wastes no time giving it to me.

  The next thing I know I’m on my knees with Nathaniel behind me, and he’s pressing between my shoulder blades until my face is lying on the wide edge of the tub. My arms come up to help me hold on.

  “That little cunt feel empty?” he growls, his hand no longer on my clit but the other still at my ass, with the aftershocks of my orgasm still shooting through my body, I let out a mewl when suddenly he starts to add a second finger.

  “Oh God,” I whimper, breathing out as I push my inner muscle outward to make it easier for its entrance.

  His other hand comes down on my ass cheek, the sting reverberating through my lower half and making me moan. “Mmm, you like that, little mouse?” His hand comes down on the other cheek, somehow instinctively knowing to mix it up, and I pant his name over and over as he continues to work his fingers inside me. “I asked you a question. Does. That little cunt. Feel. Empty?” he repeats, this time spanking me between each word, the sound obscene since my ass and his hand is still wet with bathwater.

  “Yes!” I call. “Yes, I feel so empty without you inside me, Mr. Black.”

  He bends over me, his hot breath sending a shiver down my spine, when he asks, “Who?”

  “Mr. Black,” I whimper as he pulls his fingers out then shoves them back into my ass, the ring of muscle now loosened enough to accommodate the movement.

  “Try again,” he growls, twisting his digits and scissoring them inside me, making me curse.

  “Nathaniel,” I whine, shuddering at the rumble of his chuckle against my back.

  I feel him shake his head as he adds a third finger, and I feel tears prickle my eyes at the stretch. But it doesn’t hurt enough to call my safe word. I know from the past two fingers I just need to give myself a chance to get used to it.

  “Mmm, as much as I love hearing my name on your lips while I finger fuck your tight little virgin ass, that’s not the direction I’m looking for. I’ll give you one last chance. Who?” His voice is deliciously devious. I can hear the dark smile in his tone, the wickedness. I can picture it so clearly in my mind, because it’s the tone he’s always used on me at school, and my pussy clenches, begging for something, anything to fill it.

  “Please,” I beg, and I try one last name, praying it’s what he’s asking for so I can get my reward. “Yes, I feel so empty without you inside me…, Master.”

  And as soon as the word leaves my lips, I hear his growl of pleasure, and I scream with relieved ecstasy as he slams his cock inside me without warning. One perfect thrust home, filling my pussy completely, his fingers still inside me, and I come so hard and so suddenly that I nearly lose my grip on the side of the tub. But he’s right there, holding me up, keeping me steady as he starts to move in and out of me, albeit more shallowly than he did on my bed, because his hand is still between us, massaging the inside of my ass, keeping my muscles loose, and I know… I just know… he’s not done with me.

  “Fuck, I love when you come on my dick,” he pants behind me as he continues to thrust, and I can’t even respond. I have no words as he makes me feel things I’ve never felt before. “You’re so wet. Soaking me. I can feel your come dripping down my balls you’re so fucking drenched.”

  My face flames at his vulgar words, at the mention of how wet I am.

  “It’s so good, baby. So fucking good,” he praises, and my muscles relax taking him deeper, easier, feeling my desire build once again. But then he pulls out of me, his cock out of my pussy and his fingers leaving my ass, and I feel empty once again, exposed, vulnerable. Until I feel the head of his cock at my back hole, and I shut my eyes tightly.

  “Don’t be scared, little mouse. I’m going to make it so good for you. And once you feel what it’s like to have my cock inside your tight little ass, you’ll beg for it in the future.” His words are a dark promise, and he says it so confidently I believe him, giving in to the possibili
ty instead of calling my safe word.

  I’m vaguely aware of him pulling back enough to stroke his tip, and when he presses it back against me, it feels wetter, so I know he must’ve lubed himself up more with his saliva. Such a good Dom, taking the time to do everything he can to make this a good experience.

  “On this night—” He starts to add pressure against my hole, and I remember to do what he said, pushing outward with my muscles. “—I gave you the real me. You’re the first and only woman to accept the part of me I’ve always kept hidden.” He slides in an inch, and with the head of his cock now lodged inside my ass, he lets go of his shaft and brings it around the front of my hips to start circling my clit once more. It’s oversensitive from all the attention, but I know I’m going to need the distraction, because his cock is so… much… more than even his three long, thick fingers. “In a way, I gave you my virginity, because it was the first time the real me was ever allowed to come forth and make love.”

  My breath catches at the use of those words, because up until now, he’d always described the intercourse he had as sex, or fucking. And my muscles go soft, allowing him to sink another inch deeper.

  “And now, you’re letting me take your virgin ass, sweet, beautiful Evelyn,” he whispers low, his words so sincere, even with their vulgarity, that they bring tears to my eyes.

  Added to the overwhelming sensations running rampant through my body, the tears start to come in a steady stream, falling over the bridge of my nose and into my hairline with my face turned to the side, pressing to the edge of the tub. He pushes in another inch, and he can’t see my tears, but he must hear my sniffle, because he stops, his finger pausing.

  Before he can even ask, I speak before being spoken to, my words heartfelt and strong. “Don’t stop, Nate. Please. Don’t stop. I feel it too, and I’m all yours.”