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

by Robichaux, KD

  And without questioning me, I feel him shudder, and then he leans forward, sinking his fingers into my pussy at the same time he glides all the way into my ass.

  “Oh… God!” I cry and feel the heel of his palm clamp down on my mound, keeping his fingers steady, deep in my front hole as he starts to slowly slide in and out of my back one. Every time his hips piston into my ass, it vibrates his hand, the pressure on my clit just enough that I feel everything start to build once again.

  With tears still steadily streaming out of my eyes, I give in to all the sensations, and soon, I’m coming… coming so hard I let out a silent scream as I just take it, take everything he has to give me. And when one orgasm ends, another one immediately begins, until more are rolling in one on top of the other, giving me multiples like waves of an ocean.

  The water laps roughly at our thighs with his pounding movements back and forth, but I don’t care if it soaks my entire floor. Nothing matters. Nothing. Except for where Nate and I are connected in more than one way, and more than just physically. And I know after this I’ll never be the same. After this, I’ll be ruined for anyone else.

  Chapter 11

  Nate

  I’ve never felt such bliss. Nothing could compare to this. And I’m not just talking about fucking Evelyn’s virgin ass. While there is nothing that will ever feel like being buried deep in that forbidden place, somewhere no other man has ever been before, I mean her complete surrender. Her complete and total submission. And when she told me “I’m all yours,” it was all I could do not to come right then and there, without even being all the way inside her, without even having taken that first stroke of my cock in her ass.

  But then she started to come, and the sounds she made, and the feel of her muscles surrounding me was an addictive feeling I didn’t want to end. I become obsessed with it, counting the times I make her come over and over again. And I promise I’ll stop. I promise I’ll give in if she calls her safe word, or if I feel like she truly can’t take anymore. But until then, I keep counting my thrusts, counting how many it takes each time to get her off.

  But then her orgasms start multiply and combine in a way I can’t tell when one ends and another begins, and I lose count, lose track of all my numbers, and for the first time in my life… I don’t care. Not one fuck is given. I don’t have the compulsion to start over. I don’t have the clawing need for order and symmetry. I just give in to the feel of my cock in her ass, my fingers in her pussy, my palm clamped down on that sweet little cunt, and when I tune into the fact that it’s my name she’s chanting over and over like a prayer—my dream girl, my fantasy come to life—I bury myself to the hilt and roar as I come, filling her ass with jet after jet of my cum, until I collapse atop her back. But even spent, I make sure not to give her all my weight, my tiny little mouse. As much as everything in me wants to just roll over and die with happiness, it’s the need to take care of my woman that overpowers everything else.

  I reach down and pull the plug, and the water starts draining quickly. I carefully, ever so gently start backing out of her, and I know she’s back in that special place of blissful nothingness, subspace, because not a single muscle in her tenses, not even a flinch. Cautiously, I pick her up, looking up and around for a moment, seeing the shower is separate from her tub, and I step out with her in my arms and carry her into the much smaller space, pulling the glass door behind us and closing us in.

  I look down into her face. Her eyes are open but vacant, and it would be eerie if there wasn’t a small smile on her lips. She looks blitzed out of her mind, and my chest practically puffs up knowing I was the one who did that to her.

  “I need to wash us off again, baby. So I need you to stand up, okay?” I ask, but unlike every other time I’ve asked her to do something, she doesn’t jump to attention without hesitation.

  Hoping she’ll be able to stand at least enough so I can hold her with only one arm, I lower her feet to the ground, breathing out a sigh of relief when I see her knees lock. She leans against me, her face nestling into my chest as I wrap my arm around her and hold her to me. I turn the showerhead away from us and twist on the water, and when it’s warm, I take it off the hook and spray us down. It takes some finagling, but I’m able to pour some body wash into my hand and use it to gently clean between her legs, quickly rinsing it off when I hear her intake of breath as if it stings. When the soap is off of her, she sighs, comfortable once again. I make quick work of cleaning and rinsing my cock, not bothering with the rest of me, and then shut off the water. I push open the door with one hand then pick her up once more, grabbing the two towels off the rack on my way out of the bathroom and carrying her straight to the bed.

  I sit her on the foot of the mattress, wrapping one of the towels around her so she doesn’t get cold and using the other to dry off the rest of her body. When I’m done with her legs, I wrap the second one around my hips and finish drying her upper half. I grip the towel in my hand, my obsession with order and tidiness warring with my need to stay with her. The first half wants to go back into the bathroom and hang up the damn towel, but the Dom in me refuses to leave my sub like this.

  Eventually, the Dom wins, and I toss the wet towel into her hamper, promising myself I’ll throw all of it into her washer before I leave, like a fucking gentleman.

  I unhook my towel from around my hips and dry myself quickly, throwing it into the hamper, and then I pick Evie up and carry her to the head of her bed. I pull back the covers, knocking the decorative pillows that hadn’t fallen off during our first time together onto the floor.

  I lay us down in the center of the bed, turning her so my front is flush with her back, even our legs locking together like jigsaw pieces. As I wrap my arm around her front and lace my fingers with hers, I feel her tug our hands toward her body until they’re nestled between her breasts. And with wet towels in her hamper and pillows strewn on the floor, with my shirt in another room instead of in line with everything else on her dresser and wet footprints along the bathroom floor, it’s then I realize… Evelyn is my dose, my drug, the perfect cocktail, and I’m exactly where I need to be.

  Chapter 12

  Evie

  I’ve heard about those weighted blankets; I think it was in a Facebook ad while I was scrolling or something. Thousands of reviews saying how wonderful they were, how it was the best sleep they’d ever gotten in their life. Things like “great for anxiety!” and “perfect for people with RLS!” But I just never actually clicked the Buy button. One of those, meh, maybe later type of things.

  As I come awake Saturday morning, my first thought is, Did I finally click the Buy button and just forgot about it? Because one, the weight pushing down on me feels wonderful and cozy, like I’m swaddled in warmth and being hugged, and two, I just had the best night of sleep ever. I don’t think I even rolled over in the night, when usually I toss and turn constantly. I once tracked my sleep with my Apple Watch, and the results were… laughable and depressing at the same time. The only time I even reach REM sleep is on Friday nights after my time at Club Alias.

  But then my “blanket” moves, rocking its lower half against my ass, and I think, Damn, my blanket has some serious morning wood, and the night before appears clearly in my mind and my eyes pop open.

  The first thing I see is my bathroom door is open, since that’s what’s directly in front of my line of sight. Another clear sign I slept soundly and hard. I usually can’t sleep with my bathroom door open; it freaks me out, thinking something is going to come out of the mirror and kill me. As I tilt my chin down, the second thing I see is that Nathaniel Black IV’s clothing and other belongings are, in fact, still perfectly lined up on my dresser.

  So it wasn’t a dream. The memories of last night swirling through my head weren’t just a delicious wet dream. Obviously not, unless I got really freaking creative and rough with my dildo, seeing as—when I focus my attention on assessing my body—my ladybits and my ass are sore.

  My ass… is sore.
My ass is sore, because not only did I have sex with Nathaniel Black IV, but I also let him dominate me and tried anal play for the first time. And not only had I tried anal play for the first time, but had I just let him use a finger or two? Maybe a little butt plug? No! I had full-on anal sex… with Nathaniel Black the fucking fourth!

  “You’re thinking too loud,” the student in question murmurs behind me, pulling me closer and pressing his erection against my sore ass again.

  I swallow, but somehow, my building freak-out seems to lessen, or at least comes to a standstill. In fact, I almost smile at his words, remembering last night and how he seemed to be so in tune with me.

  A few more bits and pieces come to light, him taking care of me when we were all finished, my limbs being too heavy to move. I couldn’t even formulate the words to thank him, having never been that far gone into subspace. Not even when Midas used the Hitachi and I got six orgasms, one after another. Last night was on a whole new level, and I doubt I’ll ever experience anything like it again.

  “If ever I order you to undress me, this is how I prefer my things.”

  His words from last night come back to me, making me feel equal parts nervous about what the future holds and comfort that he’d want to be with me again. Which is ridiculous. This shouldn’t happen again. This shouldn’t have happened in the first place. He’s my student!

  He’s a consenting adult.

  I work for his family!

  No one has to know.

  He… he’s made my life a living panic attack since the first day of school!

  He felt something for you he didn’t understand, didn’t know how to deal with.

  “I haven’t been with anyone else since that first time I fucked you inside my mind, because I knew it was pointless. No one could measure up to you, Evelyn.”

  Nathaniel growls behind and above my head, and suddenly I’m on my back and he’s on top of me, looking down into my face. “I can hear you warring with yourself, and you haven’t even spoken a word, little mouse.” His hair is sexy as hell, coming forward over one eye. It makes me clench, and I flinch at the ache inside. He must see my discomfort on my face, because his sleepy scowl clears and his eyes soften. “Am I hurting you?” he asks, lifting some of his weight off of me.

  My face flushes, which is stupid after the night we had. “N-No. I’m just… a little sore,” I whisper the last part, and his face softens even more.

  And then he’s kissing me, sweet and slow, and I whimper at how tender he can be, when he’d shown me anything but before last night. He tosses back the covers, and I realize then we are both naked, something else that shows I slept like the dead last night. Normally, I have to at least wear panties, because I can’t sleep feeling so vulnerable and exposed.

  He kisses down my body, and I’m so stunned after waking up in Nate’s arms that I just let it happen, the sub in me stretching her arms above her head and then settling in, loving that she’s not being locked away after a Friday adventure.

  Nathaniel fits his shoulders between my legs, gently spreading me open, and then he’s there, just looking at me, staring at my most secret place. I watch him, unable to move because he didn’t tell me I can, but as he continues looking at me there, open and on full display for his perusal, my breath starts to come out in pants as I try to control my anxiousness. What is he staring at? Does he think I’m ugly down there? Is it all swollen and gross-looking from having been ravaged and fucked?

  But then I sink into my pillows, relieved when he murmurs, “So fucking beautiful,” before he leans closer, pressing his nose to my mound and inhaling deeply. My heart thuds at the tenderness in his voice, especially knowing he’d never gone down on anyone before last night, because he found it too intimate. “And you smell so good, so… intoxicating,” he adds, and I shudder as his hot breath tickles my oversensitive flesh. And as if he knows exactly what to do, he lays his tongue flat along my slit and drags it upward oh-so-slowly, and with a gentleness that brings tears to my eyes.

  I moan at how soothing it feels, melting into the bed, my legs going lax, making my knees fall all the way open.

  “Feel good, baby?” he whispers against me, as if needing to be assured what he’s doing is right.

  “Yesss,” I say on an exhale while he laps languidly at my inner lips, whimpering when he dips carefully inside.

  And then his hands are beneath me, and he lifts my hips, bracing himself up on his elbows as he grips my ass in his giant hands. When he squeezes my cheeks, it spreads them apart, and I suck in a breath as he places the flat of his tongue there, but I only have a split second to be embarrassed before the soothing balm of it overshadows everything else.

  His movements aren’t hurried, no matter how long this goes on, his tongue making long, languid trips from the very bottom of me to the hood of my clit. And just as my hips make their very first instinctive roll against his face, he lowers me back to the bed and crawls back up my body.

  I look up at him from the puddle of goo I’ve become, feeling my drugged expression lift into a lazy smile.

  “Feel better?” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to my lips then nuzzling his nose lightly against mine.

  “Yeah,” I breathe with a slow blink at how gorgeous he is above me.

  He grins devilishly but then his face relaxes into a soft smile. “I’d give anything to make love to you right now, little mouse, but I want you to know I’ll never hurt you. And in order to keep to that promise, your sweet little pussy needs to rest.”

  My heart thuds behind my ribs at the sincerity of his tone. “O-Okay,” I whisper.

  Suddenly, I’m on top of him, and I squeak at the swift way he’s moved me into a straddle above his abs, and although I feel his massive erection against my ass cheek, it’s when he pushes me down with his grip on my hips and my pussy lays flush with his stomach that I moan in comforting pleasure.

  “I don’t know if you have a heating pad or not, but after swim team practice, there’s nothing better than alternating hot and cold on sore muscles,” he explains as my eyes shut to focus on the hotness of his body heat soaking into my core.

  I lower myself until my face is resting in the crook of his neck, and I breathe him in. “I don’t know how I feel about anything cold on my ladybits, but the hot is definitely doing wonders,” I murmur, hearing him chuckle, and then I literally start to purr as his big hands begin to move up and down my naked back, rubbing and gently kneading me until I have to sip my drool back from the corner of my mouth before it drips on him. He laughs again but keeps up with what he’s doing.

  “Is this what it’s always like between a Dom and his sub?” he asks quietly, and I try to shrug, but I only have the energy to twitch my shoulder.

  “Not always. And I wouldn’t know outside the club. I’ve never had anyone in my bed before,” I confess.

  “So you’ve never been in an actual relationship with a Dominant before?” His fingers trail along my spine, making me shiver.

  “No. I’ve never even had sex with a Dom besides at the club.”

  He hums deep inside his chest as if considering my words. “Was that by choice? Like you consciously made the decision you would keep that part of yourself outside your home?” he asks, and it’s almost like he sounds a bit guilty.

  I pull my face out of his neck so I can look into his eyes, my head still resting on his shoulder, and he tilts his head so he can see me. “Why do you ask?” I prompt, wanting to know what he’s thinking.

  “Did I force you to fuck up your… I don’t know, like… your safe place?” he asks, and I know the guilt I heard previously wasn’t a figment of my imagination.

  “You didn’t force me to do anything, Nate,” I reply, wanting him to know there’s a big difference between domination and non-consent. “I didn’t have to let you into my home last night. We could’ve had our conversation outside the club on the street. We could’ve gone to an all-night diner. Hell, we could’ve had it anywhere. I made the conscious
decision to let you follow me home.”

  “That doesn’t negate the fact that I might’ve fucked you in the one place you never wanted to fuck,” he says, and I flinch, his words feeling like a stab to my heart, since before he called what we shared making love. He sees the hurt, and his arms come around me when I try to move off him, one hand burying in the back of my hair when I try to look away, forcing me to look into his eyes instead. “That came out harsher than I intended, and I apologize, Evelyn,” he says low, and I blink away the stupid tears in my eyes. “What I meant was, I’m feeling somewhat guilty over the fact that I might’ve… sullied your sanctuary, and I hope it doesn’t make your own home feel less… safe.”

  I swallow, and after a beat I nod as much as his hand in my hair will allow. “I… I had told myself that I would never bring just random guys back to my place. All D/s scenes would always take place at the club, and if somehow I started a relationship, only then would I consider letting them come home with me. So far, after two years of being a member, there’s never been anything more than scenes. It’s not exactly a breeding ground for developing serious feelings when all the members want to keep their identities close to the vest. Hence the masks and nicknames.”

  His brow furrows. “The girl at the club called you Eve,” he points out.

  “Close enough to my real name when I first started going that I would still recognize and answer to it if someone were speaking to me, but I figured people would just assume the nickname came from Eve, as in Adam’s wife,” I explain.

  “Clever.” He keeps ahold of the back of my head but loosens his grip around me to pick up with my backrub.

  His features still look a little troubled, and for some reason, I want to soothe him, even though this is all happening because he’s blackmailing me.