Deviant

by Jaimie Roberts

  I nodded, grateful that he was thinking about my modesty.

  Grabbing my glass of champagne, I said goodnight to Louisa and the others, then made my way upstairs to find my room. Staggering a little, I went in search of the first floor, but quickly found out they all started with a one. I found another set of stairs and proceeded up to the second floor. Once I saw number twenty, I knew I was in the right place.

  I suddenly thought about the walls in the house. I hoped they weren’t so thin that both Louisa and I would hear everything going on next door.

  With a shake of my head, I opened the door to my bedroom. It was a big room, with its own en-suite bathroom. The big four-poster bed was in the middle of the room, and I found my bag leaning against it. I was kind of glad I had packed some decent lingerie.

  Quickly realizing I only had another few minutes, I went to work unzipping my bag, getting undressed, and trying to touch up my make-up. It was a little hard, though, as I had been drinking. I wasn’t so intoxicated that I didn’t know what I was doing. I knew I wanted this before I even started drinking.

  Once everything was ready, I took a few seconds to glance at my reflection in the mirror. At least my hair still had some life left after this evening’s events. I was lucky. My hair was long, straight, and I never had to really style it. It just naturally dried and took shape.

  Turning, I walked to the bedroom and proceeded to wait for Brad. I drank the last drops of my champagne and climbed into bed, pushing the sheets to the end.

  Sliding my feet underneath them a little, I closed my eyes and let the feel of its comfort wash over me. The bed not only looked luxurious, it felt luxurious.

  As the minutes ticked by, I lay my head on the pillow and stared at the ceiling. Maybe Brad decided he didn’t want to have sex with me after all. Maybe something was just delaying him. Whatever it was, it had been twenty minutes with no sign of him. If he only realized just how ready I was for this, I’m sure he would have come a lot sooner.

  After about a half-hour, I could feel my eyes growing heavy. If Brad wanted me, he should have come sooner. As the alcohol started to wear off, I was becoming tired. The fact this bed was so bloody comfortable didn’t help.

  Before I knew it, I was sound asleep.

  *****

  Was that me who just moaned out loud? All I was aware of was someone touching me and, by fuck, it felt good. His hands were caressing my nipples, my waist, my hips— everywhere.

  Shit, he was a fucking octopus, but I didn’t care if it felt this good. “Oh god!” I shouted, breathing heavily.

  “Shhh,” a voice sounded from above me. “I’m here to make you feel good.”

  His voice sounded so sexy all of a sudden. I should be mad that he was late coming up to my room, but right now, the way he was touching me was beyond erotic.

  With a sharp push of my legs, he was on top of me in an instant. I felt how hard and how big he was as he pressed himself onto my stomach. I moaned again as he ripped my negligee apart and started ravishing my nipples. He was being kind of rough with me but, for some reason, it only heightened my arousal.

  Not being able to take anymore, I pulled my head up to meet him for a kiss, but I was quickly halted by a pair of hands gripping my wrists.

  “I say when you can fucking kiss me. You got that?”

  What the fuck? Did he just dare to fucking bark orders at me? “Fuck you! Get off me!”

  I was about kick at him, but he was too quick. Before it could even register, he ripped the rest of my negligee off and dove down towards my pussy.

  He wasted no time with his tongue. It was on me within an instant, quickly halting any ideas I had about trying to stop this. How could he make me hate him and lust after him at the same time? I didn’t think Brad had it in him to be the caveman before me.

  It was difficult to see. It was so dark in the room, all I could make out was an outline of a magnificent body. And, boy, was this body giving me everything I could have wished for.

  With a flick of his tongue, he was driving me crazy. I had men go down on me before, but none of them had the expertise with their tongues the way this man did. It was almost as if he knew my body already, knew exactly what buttons to press.

  With a tilt of my hips, he licked up and down from my clit to my pussy. I couldn’t help the moans escaping me.

  “Oh god!” I shouted again.

  “You like that?” he asked, growling against my leg. The vibrations of that almost had me coming.

  “Yes…”

  “I know exactly what you want, Tyler. I know every inch of you. Do you want me to make you come like never before?”

  “Oh god, yes,” I screamed. I was already ready to blow. The way he touched me, the way he talked to me had my fires raging.

  “You will come when I tell you to, and not before. You got that, Tyler?” He licked me again and my knees nearly caved. “Answer me.”

  “Yes! Why are you doing this?”

  “Because I own you. I own every single fucking inch of you. That’s all you need to know. And all you need to feel is me.” He licked my clit again. I didn’t know how he did it, but that just turned a switch for me.

  I could feel it rising. My cheeks were getting flushed, and my body was quivering so badly, I wondered whether I could control myself once I did blow.

  It was there now, right on the edge. My moans were rising higher, and my legs tensed at the impending orgasm.

  Suddenly, he stopped and growled at me, “Did I give you permission to come?”

  I was about to argue and tell him to go fuck himself, but he always managed to beat me to the punch. “Turn over!”

  “No!”

  “Tyler, turn the fuck over. I won’t ask you again.”

  “No!”

  With one flip of his hands, I was face down on the bed. I wanted to argue, I wanted to tell him to piss off, but my body just seemed to quiver every time he touched me.

  If I thought I couldn’t get much more aroused, he suddenly slapped me. Hard. “Ouch! What did you do that for?”

  I waited for him to answer, but then he pulled my hips up and thrust his cock inside of me. “Fuck!” I shouted. “Are you even wearing a condom?” He slapped my ass again. “Bastard!”

  “Give me your hand.”

  “No!”

  “I’m getting tired of this, Tyler.” He thrust inside me again and I very nearly passed out.

  “Oh god!”

  “Tyler, give me your fucking hand. Do as you’re told.”

  Reaching out, I felt him tug my hand towards my pussy. I instantly felt his hard cock resting inside of me. I felt around the edges and the condom.

  “You happy now?” I nodded and he released my hand.

  “Now, I’m going to move, but no matter how much you’ll want to come, you have to hold it. You got that? Not until I say you can.”

  “Arsehole!”

  With a hard thrust, he fisted my hair. “You ain’t seen nothing yet, baby.”

  Before I could even argue, he started moving inside of me. With every thrust, I knew it wouldn’t be too long before the build-up came again. He felt good. Way too damn good. It was almost as if he was made for me, designed specifically for Tyler O’Shea.

  I felt angry. Angry that he could treat me this way. Most of all, I was angry at myself for letting him. Angry at myself for loving every single fucking second of it.

  “Oh no!” I knew it was coming, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop it.

  “If you fucking come, I’ll punish you, Tyler!” he growled.

  Saying that was all it took. I detonated on him, screaming and bucking underneath him. My orgasm just rained on and on, making every hair on my body stand on end. I had never experienced an orgasm like it.

  “Fuck!” he moaned, as he fisted my hair tighter and pulled me up to meet him. Still pounding inside me, he pulled my head to one side and sucked me hard on the side of my neck.

  It felt painful, but it somehow heightene
d my excitement even further as a second orgasm started rippling through me.

  “Fuck, Tyler!” he shouted, then let go of my neck and thrust one more time as he came.

  He soon collapsed on top of me, our breathing harsh and unforgiving. In a few moments, we fell silent. I started trying to comprehend what the fuck had just happened here. Did he really just degrade me, then gave me not one, but two fucking orgasms? I had heard of multiple orgasms, but I never thought I would ever experience it myself.

  “You disobeyed me, Tyler. You will be punished for that.”

  I tried turning over to give him a piece of my mind, but he had me lying on the bed in a vice-like grip. “You will go to sleep now like a good little girl.”

  I had enough of this shit. It was one thing telling me what to do while having sex. It was a completely different ballgame now. “Fuck you.”

  “I believed I just fucked you, Tyler. Not only that, but you had two of the best fucking orgasms anyone has ever given you. Am I right?”

  I fell silent, knowing he was fucking right, and I hated him for it.

  “That’s better. Not such a smart fucking mouth when you know I’m right. One day, I’ll fuck that pretty little mouth of yours.” He trailed his fingers along my lips, making my pussy come to life again.

  “You want me to fuck you again, don’t you, Tyler? You want my mouth on your pussy, my tongue on your clit. You want me to bury my cock inside of you until I make you scream. Don’t you?”

  “Yes,” I said, breathlessly.

  “Yes what, Tyler?”

  “Please.”

  “I may have done it if it wasn’t for the fact you disobeyed me. I will make you come again, though. I can promise you that much.”

  With a swift shift in movement, he was off me and quickly spooning me from behind. He laid gentle kisses along my back and stroked my arm until I could feel my eyes growing heavy again. I knew he was doing this on purpose so that I would fall asleep, but I just didn’t care. He felt way too good to fight it.

  Feeling completely sated and relaxed, I quickly drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

  *****

  The next morning, I woke aching in places I’ve never ached before. My pussy was sore, which I could handle, but it was everywhere else that felt strange. Stretching my arms, I rolled my head to one side and felt the pain on the side of my neck. Grimacing, I touched where it hurt, wondering why it felt so sore.

  It was then I remembered. Brad.

  Swiftly turning my head, I looked at the bed. Empty. That was strange. I would have thought he would at least have stayed the night with me. It kind of upset me that he could just turn up unannounced, fuck me better than I’ve ever been fucked before, then hightail it out of my room.

  When I thought about it, I wondered how he got in my room without a key. Shrugging, I tried not to dwell on that too much. Maybe he got a spare set, maybe he was just good at picking locks. He was a policeman and maybe he knew some of the tricks of the trade.

  Staggering into the bathroom, I turned the shower on and went back to the mirror to tie my hair up. When I caught a glimpse of myself, I nearly screamed. No wonder my neck was sore. I had a big huge bite mark. It was so huge, I didn’t think any amount of make-up would help mask it.

  In a panic, I raced into the shower and quickly washed up. Once finished, I ran towards my bag and dialled Louisa’s number. Hopefully, she would be up by now. It is after ten.

  “Tyler, is that you?” Louisa asked groggily.

  “I need your help, Louisa. Stat!”

  “What’s the matter? Are you okay?” Suddenly, her voice didn’t seem so groggy.

  “I’m fine, Louisa, but my neck… You have to help me. I think a vampire snuck in my room last night and had a field day!”

  I heard her chuckling into the phone. “So we had a good night then? Is Brad with you now?”

  Feeling my annoyance rise, I huffed. “No, he’s fucked off. The prick. He’s done this to me and disappeared. I’m going to give him a piece of my mind when I see him.” Or a piece of something else, I thought

  I didn’t know what had come over me all of a sudden. I like to think of myself as a strong-minded woman. I left my parents’ home and their dreams of me becoming a high-profile lawyer, like they wanted, to pursue my dream in journalism. I’d never once bowed down to a man before. Ever.

  “I’ll come over as quick as I can with the emergency kit.”

  I breathed a sigh of relief. “Thanks.”

  Hanging up, I quickly rummaged through my bag and pulled out a pair of jeans and a V-necked jumper. A fat lot of good the jumper will do, but I never dreamed I would have a life-sucking arsehole bite the hell out of me. If he wanted to leave his mark and send a message to every other man out there, I believe he had done it.

  Waiting for Louisa to show up, I scanned the room. I looked everywhere for my ripped negligee, but I couldn’t find it. So, not only had he bitten me, he took my clothes? Arsehole.

  If he hadn’t given me such good orgasms last night, I think I would be fuming by now.

  In my musings, I almost missed the knock on the door. “Tyler, are you in there? It’s me.”

  The sound of Louisa’s voice made me smile as I jumped off the bed to answer. When she saw me, she smiled, but then she looked at my neck.

  “Holy fucking bat balls!”

  Waving at her to calm down, I pulled her inside and shut the door. “Shh, someone will hear you.”

  “I knew you said it was bad, but man. Tyler, is he some crazed super-caveman or something? Because he’s certainly staked his claim on you, my friend.”

  I shook my head. “I know. It’s so fucking juvenile, isn’t it? I feel like I’m at school again and Tim Baker has come at me.” I shuddered at the thought, remembering all those years ago.

  “I hear what you’re saying, but I have to ask. Was it worth it?”

  My eyes widened, revealing to her that it was more than worth it. “Louisa, it was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

  Louisa gasped. “Shit! Really?”

  “Oh hell, yes…unfortunately. He was so good that if he asked me again, I doubt I would be able to say no.”

  She looked confused. “Why in the hell would you say no?”

  Frowning at her, I pointed to my neck. “Look at what he’s done to me?”

  “Why did you let him do it?”

  I blushed a little. “He was… How can I put it? Overbearingly domineering. He told me that if I came without him telling me to, he would punish me. I guess this is my punishment.”

  If I thought her eyes couldn’t widen anymore, I was wrong. “Fucking hell, Tyler! I don’t know whether I find that extremely disturbing, or extremely hot!”

  Just thinking about him made me ache for him again. “I know.”

  “What are you going to say to him when you see him?”

  I pursed my lips, thinking about it. “I’m not sure. I’ll have to think of something. But first, could you help me clean myself up? I really don’t want people seeing me like this.”

  Louisa gave me a gentle look and smiled. “Of course. Let’s get right to it, shall we?”

  While Louisa was fixing my neck, she told me all about her expeditions with Pete. It would seem she had as good a time as I did. It sounds very much like Pete is smitten, and I couldn’t blame him.

  “He’s asked me to go out with him again tomorrow.”

  “Really? And what do you think about that?”

  Louisa shrugged. “I told him I would have to see. I don’t want to seem too keen. I do like him, though. I know they say good things come in small packages. Let me tell you, it’s certainly bloody true!”

  Giggling hard, Louisa set her foundation down and looked at me. “There. I think I’ve done the best I can.”

  Getting up, I looked in the mirror. You could still see the faint outline of what looked like a bruise, but it was much better. “Thank you so much, Louisa. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”


  Louisa smiled sweetly and laid her hand on my shoulder. “No sweat, Tyler. Now, it’s time to kick some ass!”

  Once the laughter subsided, we went in search of Brad. All seemed quiet around the mansion, making me think everyone had gone home already.

  Leaning over, I whispered in Louisa’s ear, “Considering the fact we were thinking with our loins last night, don’t you think we should try and snoop around a bit this morning?”

  Louisa nodded eagerly. “Oh, yes. I still want to find out who owns this place.”

  “Me, too. You’ve got me intrigued now.”

  At the bottom of the stairs, the gentleman who opened the door last night appeared. “Good morning, ladies. I trust you had a good night’s sleep?”

  I nodded. “Oh, yes. It was perfect.”

  The man smiled, and it was almost like a knowing smile. I suddenly felt paranoid. “If you come with me, I will lead you to get some breakfast.” He motioned for us to follow him and we did so without another word.

  It wasn’t long before we were at a set of doors that he pushed through. It was a big room which was brightly lit from the sun. There were small tables situated everywhere, which kind of reminded me of a dining room in a hotel. I could smell the distinct aroma of coffee, bacon, and sausages. Whatever it was, it was making my stomach growl.

  “Please, take a seat and help yourself to any food and drink available.”

  Louisa and I nodded, then turned our attention back to the room. I soon spotted Brad sitting at the table, his head in his hands. He didn’t look too well, and I didn’t know if I was secretly pleased with that or not.

  Giving Louisa a knowing look, we marched up to his table. It would seem that everyone else was gone because Brad was the only one sitting there.

  “Brad,” I demanded, once we were at the table.

  He looked up, and I took a step back. He looked ill. His handsome face was drawn, red rims underneath his eyes. He looked like he hadn’t slept all night.

  I couldn’t let this lie, though. He marked me and I needed to know why the hell he did it.