Corrupt

by Penelope Douglas

  I slid my hands down over her ass and squeezed, bringing her body into mine.

  Her soft tits pressed against my chest, and I felt the brush of her hard nipples against my skin.

  Goddamn, she had a beautiful body.

  Smooth, toned skin, still tan from her time on the beach this summer, and her breasts were full and round, sticking straight out at me like they were begging for a little attention.

  I leaned down, running the tip of my tongue up the length of her scar, feeling the jagged, thin line curve upward and give way to the smooth skin under her ear.

  It never escaped my attention how she hid it around my brother, as if it made her less beautiful.

  No. Our scrapes and bruises, tattoos, scars, smiles, and wrinkles told our stories, and I didn’t want a pristine piece of wallpaper. I wanted her and everything she was. At least for tonight.

  She finally leaned her head back, relaxing and letting me do whatever I wanted.

  A shiver ran down my spine. It had been so hard not to come before.

  She’d had me jacked up too much for too long, and I’d nearly lost control. I hadn’t really planned this, after all.

  At least not beyond scaring the shit out of her and antagonizing her with the mask.

  But when I’d held her, she’d tightened her thighs around my waist, the fear in her eyes turning to lust, and I was knocked on my ass.

  She was going for it, and I couldn’t believe it. I’d never met anyone like her. She rose to every challenge.

  Pulling back, she eyed me warily. “You’re not going to dump me outside now, are you?”

  I nearly snorted. “Don’t you trust me?”

  “Have you ever given me reason to?” she challenged in a suddenly serious tone. “I know you’ve always got something up your sleeve.”

  I narrowed my eyes on her, amused. Sure, I had things up my sleeve. Ideas.

  I may have tried to ignore her over the years, but a fantasy or two had crept in, unfortunately, and while having them made it more difficult to be around her, they’d kept me hot. They’d kept me angry and ready.

  I held my head up, looking down at her. “Do you still have school uniforms here?”

  She cocked her head just a little, looking suspicious before she nodded.

  “Go get one on.” I brought my hands up, running them up and down her arms. “Everything. The tie, the vest, the skirt, everything.”

  “Why?”

  I smiled to myself, stepping aside to let her go to the stairs. “Because you can’t win if you don’t play.”

  She glared, and I gave her a light slap on the ass, urging her up the stairs.

  The longer we talked, the more I’d come to my senses. Or the more her half-naked in front of me would just make me take her right here on the floor.

  And I had something better in mind.

  “WHAT ARE WE DOING?” she asked, peering out the windshield. “Why are we here?”

  I pulled up in front of St. Killian’s, the headlights shining in the darkness and landing on the broken stained glass windows and the eerie blackness inside. The dilapidated stone of the structure was surrounded by fallen autumn leaves, and the only sound was the wind howling through the trees overhead.

  My stomach knotted with anticipation, and a drop of sweat glided down my back.

  This was my favorite place.

  It was weighted with history and filled with a thousand corners and small spaces. As a kid, I’d climbed around inside, exploring and getting lost for hours.

  I shut off the car, the headlights going dead, and I stepped out, the smell of earth drifting through my nostrils. This place felt more like home than any other.

  Slamming the door shut, I gripped my mask in my hand and watched Rika climb out of the G-Class. Her nervous eyes kept glancing up at the dark and silent cathedral, and her chest rose and fell faster.

  She was scared. Good.

  I let my eyes fall down her outfit once again, having got a good look before we left the house, too.

  She wore her navy-blue and forest-green plaid shirt and a white blouse fitted with a matching plaid tie under a navy-blue vest. On her feet were black flats. She’d even combed out her hair and put on a little make-up to freshen up.

  I think she had an idea of what was in store when I told her to wear the outfit, but she was definitely surprised when I told her to get in the car.

  And now…a little frightened.

  I gazed at her legs, my cocking swelling at the memory of how smooth they were and how warm it was between them.

  My heart started to race.

  “Let’s go down to the catacombs.” I nodded toward the cathedral. “No blindfold this time.”

  I smirked, keeping my expression hard. I didn’t want her to feel safe.

  She dropped her chin, searching the ground for a way out. Should she say no? Should she ask another question I wasn’t going to answer?

  Or would she play?

  She raised her eyes and swallowed, a look of defiance crossing her face. And I held back a smile, seeing her turn and start walking toward the side entrance.

  Lifting up the mask, I slid it down over my face and walked slowly behind her. Stalking, not following.

  I stared at her back, taking step after step, slow and steady as she walked briskly, stumbling over rocks and uneven ground. She twisted her head, looking over shoulder, and her face fell, taking notice of the mask.

  But she turned back around quickly and kept walking, rolling with it.

  My breath filled the inside of the mask, and I could feel a light layer of sweat breaking out over my forehead.

  The backs of her thighs, the few inches I could see, were making my hands ball into fists. I wanted to slide my fingers up the back of her skirt and touch skin that I knew felt like butter.

  The top of her hair glowed in the soft light from the moon, and every time her nervous glances over her shoulder hit me, it made my heart beat faster.

  I’m going to make you scream.

  She stepped slowly into the cathedral through the door, now hanging on its hinges, and stopped, looking around.

  But we weren’t sightseeing. I planted my hand on her back and shoved her forward.

  “Mich—” she gasped out, losing her voice. She jerked her head around, shaking it as she breathed hard. “I don’t think we should—”

  But I immediately reached out and grabbed her neck, cutting her off and shoving her backward again.

  “Michael!”

  Her breaths rushed in and out loud and fast, and she hurriedly backed away from me, her eyes wide with fright. She swallowed, holding my stare, and I could tell she was definitely fucking scared now.

  Then, I narrowed my eyes, seeing her hand absently drop to the inside if her thigh.

  Jesus. She was so fucking turned on, she was about to rub one out right here. She quickly pulled her hand away, probably realizing the impulse she’d had.

  I jerked my head toward the entrance to the catacombs, remaining silent. She hesitated, shifting her eyes side to side, but turned anyway and started walking.

  She didn’t trust me. But she wanted to.

  We reached the entrance, cool air drifting up and seeping through my jeans and hoodie.

  She paused. “There’s no…” she twisted her head to the side, talking to me. “There’s no light.”

  I stood behind her, looking down at the top her head and waiting. I didn’t care if there was any light.

  She seemed to realize that when I didn’t say anything. Taking a deep breath, she stepped down, slowly finding the next stair as she grazed her hand along the wall to our right, using it to guide and steady her.

  With every step she took, my cock grew harder.

  Reaching the bottom of the stairs, she turned her head again, looking to me with a question in her eyes. It was nearly pitch black down here, some moonlight seeping in from cracks in the ceiling.

  The chilled silence of the tunnels to the left and right closed
in on us like walls, and I wondered if there was anyone else down here.

  Walking into her, I forced her backward into the vault ahead of me. The same room I’d taken her to three years ago.

  Her footsteps picked up, and she entered the chamber ahead of me, her fair hair the only thing I could make out in the darkness.

  “Michael?” she called. “Where are you?”

  Taking out a lighter, I pushed the button and lit the small candle on the wall sconce by the doorway.

  The soft glow barely filled the room, but it was enough to see her.

  I stalked toward her, noticing the mattress that was here last time now gone and replaced with a small wooden table.

  “Are there people down here?” she breathed out. “I hear something.”

  I kept approaching her, grabbing the string from my hood and pulling it out.

  The wind blew through the cracks and crevices, making it sound as if there were whispers in the tunnels, but she didn’t realize that’s all it was. Her senses were heightened because of the fear.

  “Michael?”

  I grabbed her hands, hearing her small cry as I wrapped the black cord around her wrists, binding them together and tying a knot.

  “Michael, what are you doing?” she demanded. “Say something!”

  I took her bound arms and pulled them over her head, hooking them over another sconce high on the wall. She was forced onto her tiptoes, her body now long, tight, and stretched out.

  “Michael!” She twisted and squirmed.

  I stood flush with her and looked down into her eyes as I reached down and grabbed the bottom of her little sweater vest and the white shirt that peeked out of the bottom of it. Lifting both, I pulled them up, including her bra, and pushed them over the top of her breasts to sit high on her chest.

  “Michael, no!” she protested. “I hear something, and I’m cold.”

  I dropped my eyes, looking at her perfect breasts, a little more than a handful, and her nipples as hard as bullets. “I can tell.”

  I dived down, ripping the mask off, and taking one of her breasts in my mouth, cupping it in my hand and covering the nipple with my mouth.

  I wrapped an arm around her, holding her close as she squirmed in my hold.

  Flicking the hard bud with my tongue, I played, nibbling the soft skin around her nipple and eating her up as I enjoyed free reign to touch and fondle her.

  I groaned.

  Shifting my head to the other side, I snatched up her other breast and left deep, hungry kisses everywhere, taking her into my mouth and dragging her sweet skin out through my teeth.

  Her body shifted, and she dropped her head back, moaning.

  I stood back upright and grabbed the back of her hair in one hand, reaching down with my other and slipping my fingers into her panties.

  Flicking her mouth with my tongue, I looked down into her blue eyes. “Not so cold now,” I teased, my fingers engulfed in heat. “You’re nice and hot down here.”

  It was spilling out of her, she was so wet.

  Taking my hands off her, I backed away and gazed at her beautiful form.

  One of her shoes had fallen off, and the other one was only half on. Her smooth, flat stomach and tits were on display as she stood completely helpless just for me.

  Dropping to one knee in front of her, I looked up, locking eyes with her, and slid my hands under her skirt. My cock twitched at the feel of the pink lace panties she had on. Light pink.

  So sweet.

  Lifting up her skirt, I tongued her clit through her panties, feeling the hard, little nub though the fabric.

  “Oh, God!” she cried.

  Pulling the lace aside, I hesitated only for a moment, taking in her bare pussy and flawless skin before I covered her with my mouth, sucking on her clit and dragging my tongue up her length.

  Pushing up her thighs, I lifted her feet off the ground and dived in, burying my tongue in her cunt.

  “Please!” she begged, moaning and trying to twist out of my hold. “Michael, no.”

  I flicked her clit one more time and pulled back, grabbing her panties and pulling them slowly down her legs.

  “You told me no?” I challenged. “You don’t like a little tongue in your pussy?”

  Her body shook, and her breaths were shallow.

  I stood up, tossing her panties to the side, and then reached up to grab her wrists, pulling them off the sconce. “Yeah, I know you liked it,” I bit out. “And you’re damn-well going to get it.”

  I palmed my cock through my jeans, feeling it ache with the release I hadn’t yet had. My pulse throbbed in my neck, and I grabbed her arms, whipping her around and pushing her down on the ground.

  “Michael!” she shrieked, landing on her ass with her hands still tied in front of her.

  I lowered to my knees, standing above her as I pulled off my hoodie and T-shirt. Then, I pulled a condom out of my pocket and ripped it open.

  “You may think I fuck with your head,” I said, looking down at her as I unbuckled my belt and unfastened my jeans, “but you don’t know what you’ve done to me all these years.”

  I came down on top of her, forcing her legs apart as I pushed her arms back over her head and held her down with one hand.

  Rolling the condom on, I dragged my cock up and down her wet slit, finding her hot entrance.

  I breathed hard, whispering over her lips. “You don’t know.”

  And I thrust my hips, sliding my cock inside of her tight pussy.

  “Oh, God,” she groaned.

  I leaned down, holding my body flush with hers as I slid out and back in again, picking up pace.

  “You’re so fucking hot inside,” I growled, taking her lips and kissing her deep and hard. Her tongue brushed mine, sending a jolt straight to my cock.

  So fucking tight. I slid my hand underneath her ass, holding her in place as I drove her into the dirt and fucked her.

  “Goddamn,” I gasped out, thrusting my hips again and again and again, pounding into her harder and faster.

  Her tits bounced back and forth as I slammed into her, burying my cock up to the hilt every time.

  She whimpered, her moans getting louder and louder, and I felt her clench around my cock, squeezing me like a steel band.

  My abs tightened, feeling my blood rush to my groin and the heat build in my dick.

  “Rika, fuck,” I groaned. I was coming.

  Leaning my head down into her neck, I kept pounding her as I spoke in her ear. “Come on, you little slut,” I growled low. “You’re such a good fuck. Spread those legs for me.”

  She squeezed her eyes shut, sucked in a breath, and threw her head back, my dirty words sending her over the edge.

  “Oh, Michael. Oh, God!” she cried out, stilling as I thrusted harder and harder.

  I squeezed her ass in my hand and pinched her jaw between my teeth. “Goddamn, Rika. So fucking good.”

  Leaning up, I watched her beautiful face as I dived inside of her wet heat over and over again. A blush spread across her cheeks, and she pinched her bottom lip between her teeth, enjoying every inch.

  My dick swelled, and then I thrust one more time before pulling out of her, ripping off the condom, and taking my cock in my hand, stroking it up and down until I spilled.

  My cum shot out, falling across her bare stomach and tits, and I tightened my abs, the pleasure too much.

  I’d never seen anything so fucking hot.

  Every muscle in my body warmed, and the fucking release went to my head and filled every inch of my skin.

  I tried to catch my breath and sat back on my heels, tucking my cock back in my jeans.

  But gazing down at her, I damn-near wanted to go again. Her hands were still bound above her head, her tits looked entirely too inviting, and her schoolgirl skirt was pushed up.

  She blinked up at me, a small smile on her face. “Can we do that again?”

  I reached over, grabbing my sweatshirt to clean her up, and laughing under
my breath.

  Such a little monster.

  I SAT IN THE CHAIR NEXT TO THE BED, my elbows resting on the top of my knees as I leaned over, watching her sleep. Deathbeds by Bring Me the Horizon played softly from the iPod on the nightstand, and I balled one of my fists inside the other, last night playing over and over in my head.

  She’d passed out in the car on the way home from the catacombs, and I brought her in, undressed her, and put her in my bed.

  Why had I put her in my bed?

  Her leg peeked out of the gray sheets she was wrapped up in as she laid on her stomach with her head facing me. Her hair was all over the pillow and covering her eyes as her naked form lay silent and unmoving, only the small rise and fall of her body telling me that she was breathing.

  She was worn out. It made sense. She’d been through the ringer last night.

  I turned my head, seeing the sunlight shining through the windows out of the corner of my eye. Gritting my teeth, I turned back to her again. I wasn’t ready for the day to start. I wasn’t ready for the night to be over.

  The edges of her feet and calves had smudges of dirt. Her hair was matted with a bit of the dark soil from the catacombs as well, and I knew she had bruises on her hips from our round two down there.

  Bending her over that table had been nice.

  Her wrists had a burn from the string I’d wrapped around them, and I could make out the small red mark where I’d bitten her jaw. I didn’t think I’d done it that hard, but she had the mark to prove it.

  And she’d never looked sexier. Ever.

  Her clothes lay in a filthy heap on the floor, including the lacy pink panties I’d had so much fun removing, and I dropped my eyes, wanting nothing more than to stop time.

  I’d never been with a woman that fed my lust like she had. I’d never role-played, worn my mask, played games, or anything like that with anyone. Fuck, feed, kiss, lick, moan, pump, come, and repeat. I’d gotten so fucking lost.

  But Rika was...

  I leaned back in the chair, running my hand through my hair and unable to take my eyes off of her.

  She said she didn’t trust me, but I knew it was a lie. I’d be willing to bet I was the one person she trusted the most.

  She and I were the same, after all. We fought shame every day, struggling with who we could let see the real us, and we’d finally found each other.