Deviant

by Jaimie Roberts

  No more.

  It was only when I began to leave that I heard her in her sleep. “Dean…,” she called out. I froze, letting the rage come again. She had no right to dream about me when she was out sticking her tongue down another man’s throat and letting him touch her in places I’m only allowed to.

  Only me!

  When I got home, I tried to sleep, but it was no use. I ended up using my punching bag to let off steam. Exercise away the throbbing in my head, punch away every fucking thought I ever had about Tyler. It was in my rage that I began to form a plan. A plan I was to execute soon enough. But, first, I had to take her one last time. I had to make her realise she was mine and would never belong to anyone else. If she wanted her demon to act like one, that’s what I’d fucking do.

  So I waited until nightfall and got ready. I took the Jag this time because I had been using the other two cars too often. It was time for a change…in more ways than one.

  I parked the car and took the stairs up to her apartment. It was a cold, crisp night tonight. The kind of night you could see the steam coming from your mouth. It was just like me and just how I liked it: cold and unforgiving.

  I walked through her door and noticed she was sleeping. She moaned and turned to me. It was almost as if she knew I was there before I even made a sound. Was she that aware of me?

  I smiled despite myself. No matter who she let touch her, she would never escape the one person who could give her everything.

  Me.

  “Lotus,” she whispered, rubbing her sleepy eyes. She was naked, of course, which brought another smile to my face. She was learning fast.

  “Get on all fours. Now!” I roared.

  Tyler instantly froze, a hint of fear and what looked like lust in her eyes. I thought she would disobey me, demand to know what had gotten into me, but she complied. I walked towards her and noticed her breathing was hitched. She was looking towards me now, but I wasn’t going to let her see.

  “Face forward,” I commanded and she did without a second glance. I gazed upon her naked form, admiring the way the curve of her back dipped slightly. Her hair was resting on her back and her ass was presented so beautifully, my dick strained with agony to get at it.

  I couldn’t deny it. Tyler was exceptionally beautiful. Possibly the most beautiful woman I would ever meet, but it still didn’t take away the fact she was a witch. A woman born to use her beauty for all it was worth. She was a woman who deserved wealth, deserved the finer things in life that go along with that beauty of hers. And I hoped that when this was over, she would find someone who could give that to her. But she would never be completely free of me. She would never be able to love a man or have a man touch her the way I know I could I would always haunt her. Her Dean. Her Lotus.

  As I circled her, I could feel the desire in Tyler. A desire for me to touch her. A desire for me to take her in any way possible. A desire to turn around and look at me, look at what I was doing.

  “Face forward!” I grunted again and, immediately, she stiffened and stared straight ahead. It was then that I graced her with my touch. It was then, when I was caressing her ass, that she closed her eyes, giving into the feeling of my hand on her. She had been waiting for this moment for a long time now. I could tell.

  “You’ve been very naughty, Tyler. Do you know what happens to naughty girls like you?”

  Tyler frowned and tried turning her head. “I don’t know what you—”

  “Face forward, Tyler. I won’t ask you again. Do you want me to punish you?” Shit, that was probably the wrong question. She probably did want to be punished, but not if it meant she didn’t get the release she was always so desperate for.

  “Are you not going to make me come?” she asked, as if almost reading my mind.

  I chuckled a little. “Only good girls get to come, Tyler. You’ve not been a good girl at all, have you? Maybe if you do as you’re told tonight, I may grant you your orgasm, but only if you do as you’re told. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, but I don’t understand what you—”

  I smacked her hard across the ass, making her yelp. “Is this how a naughty girl should be treated, Tyler? Is it?”

  “What have I—?”

  I smacked her hard again and she screamed out, panting and moaning. I bet if I were to touch her now, she would be dripping wet. “Where were you last night, Tyler?” I shouldn’t get into this with her. I probably should keep my anger a mystery, but now I could tell her just how fucking pissed off I was about her and Ian. Now she would know without knowing who I truly am. That would come later. That would come sooner than she could imagine.

  I saw Tyler’s eyes darting like she was searching for the reason I was angry at her. Then, as if she suddenly remembered, she closed her eyes.

  “That’s right, Tyler. Don’t ever think you’re never being watched.” I circled her ass again, causing her to shudder.

  “It was not what you—”

  I smacked her hard again and she yelped. “I wasn’t born yesterday, Tyler,” I growled. “Now, where were we? Oh yes, suitable punishment. How do you think you should be punished for your actions last night, Tyler?”

  Her eyes widened. “You’re asking me?”

  Reaching underneath her, I squeezed her nipple, causing her to moan. “Yes, I’m asking you. You’ve been naughty and need punishment. What do you think is suitable?”

  I could see her hesitating, but I could also see her panting. I could tell her dark fantasies were very much at the forefront and it was causing no end of torture in her mind. Sweet, fucking, electric torture.

  As she was pondering her punishment, I gazed at her presented pussy. I could see a hint of wetness form at the end and wanted to desperately taste it. Maybe if I did, it might help her along a little.

  I wasted no time. Going behind her, I bent down and licked her slit up towards her clit, tasting her sweet wetness. Tyler shuddered and her knees almost gave way. “You’re not answering me, Tyler,” I purred, getting back to my torture. I darted my tongue inside her and hummed my approval. “You taste so fucking good, Tyler. Do you want to taste yourself?”

  Tyler moaned and pushed back towards me, desperate for me to touch her again. Every bone in her body ached for me.

  Placing my finger inside her, I flicked my tongue on her clit. “Please,” she begged, withering under my touch. She was already there, wanting so much for me to give her that release only she knows I could.

  Pulling my finger out, I got off the bed and walked around to face her. Without another word, I placed my finger at her mouth. “Taste yourself. Taste just how goddamned fucking sexy you are,” I growled.

  She did as instructed and closed her eyes. She licked and sucked on my finger before finally brushing her teeth against the edges. I almost lost control and just fucked her then and there, but I had to find out what her punishment would be first.

  With my finger still wet, I traced a line from her shoulders, underneath towards her breast, before finally landing on her nipple again. They were both so erect, it was hard to keep focus.

  With her breathing harsh, I followed my fingers towards her wet slit again and plunged my finger deep inside. She moaned and wriggled again, making it all the more harder for me to keep my head on straight. Everything about Tyler made me lose my mind.

  Taking my fingers back out, I circled her ass again. Tyler moaned and pushed back. “You can take me there,” she whispered. “I want you to grab my hair and fuck me there.”

  Shit, what was she trying to do to me? She was giving me permission to take her where she’d never been taken? Fuck, if that didn’t turn me on. How poetic that on one of the last nights, maybe even the last night, I would fuck her where she’d never been fucked.

  “Are you sure?” I asked, my breathing getting heavy.

  “Yes,” she whispered. “Please.”

  “I need to make you wet, Tyler.”

  “Spank me,” she said, her breathing even harsher now.
/>   I wasted no time. I gave her the spanking she desired.

  “I have been a naughty girl, Lotus. You need to punish me. Fuck me and spank me.”

  Whoa, I think I see fucking stars. Does this woman have any idea what she’s doing to me? Completely gone was the only reason I was here in the first place.

  Positioning myself behind her, I unzipped my trousers and let my stiff cock free. It bounced and aimed itself straight for Tyler, as if seeking her fucking heat out. It was almost as if my dick had a mind of its own. It wanted Tyler, and knew exactly where she was and how to please her.

  With a dip of my hand, I placed a couple of fingers inside her and played with her clit. Tyler raised her lips with each thrust, moaning my name. Gathering her wetness, I placed my fingers towards her ass and lubricated her. With one quick thrust, I was inside her pussy and I felt her clench around me. “Lotus,” she breathed, throwing her head back. I pulled myself out and rubbed the tip of my cock on her ass before plunging back inside her tight pussy.

  “Oh god!” she cried and I knew she wouldn’t be able to last much longer.

  I pulled out and rubbed my cock around her ass again, getting her truly wet there. Tyler pushed against me as if giving me permission now. Satisfied that she was wet enough, I edged in bit by bit. Tyler winced a little, causing me to stop, but she turned her head to me. “Keep going,” she breathed, her voice strained.

  I smacked her ass and she yelped. “I told you to face the fucking front!” I shouted. It was hard to keep equilibrium. Tyler felt so fucking good and so fucking tight, I was finding it hard to keep control. I edged in again and again. She winced, but didn’t tell me to stop. I edged in again, and I was almost fully inside her. I wanted to move so much, it was fucking killing me. But I had to be gentle. I wasn’t a complete monster. I had to know that Tyler got her pleasure out of this. That was what this was all about, after all.

  Placing my hand on her pussy, I found her little nub and started rubbing it. I had to try and get her to relax a little so she would enjoy this as much as I knew I would.

  When she moaned, I knew I could fill her completely. With one more push, I filled her and the relief was immense. I could move now. I could start a rhythm, set my own pace, and watch Tyler fall apart underneath me.

  So that’s what I did and, by fuck, she felt so good. “You’re so fucking tight,” I hissed, grabbing a fistful of her hair. “Am I hurting you?”

  Tyler shook her head. “No. Keep going.”

  I did as I was told and kept my pace up. Not as fast as I would have liked, but fast enough. With my other hand free now, I smacked her hard again and she moaned at my touch. Pushing my hand under her, I found her clit again and started rubbing. Tyler cried out and I knew that if I kept this up, she would come soon.

  “You fucking like that, Tyler?” I asked, my breathing erratic. It was hard to keep focus when she felt so fucking brilliant.

  “Yes!” she cried.

  I kept rubbing her clit and pulling at her hair. “Do you want me to show you how naughty you’ve been?”

  “Yes!” she cried again, giving me permission to smack her again. Tyler was on the edge now and I wasn’t too far behind. I couldn’t let myself come before she did. It wouldn’t be right. Gritting my teeth, I kept on. I closed my eyes and tried to think of anything instead of just how good she felt.

  “Lotus, keep going!” she shouted. “Fuck me!”

  Growling, I smacked her again and that was enough to send her spiralling. Tyler screamed my name, moaning and cursing like the beautiful witch she was.

  With the immense relief of her coming around me, I let go. I quickened my pace and fisted my hand in her hair again. I let myself feel, and I welcomed the onset of my orgasm rising throughout me. I roared like a fucking lion and blew inside her. I had completely lost it to her. Completely fucking lost my mind with those few seconds of orgasm. I had never had one like it before in my life. It was intense beyond words.

  “Fuck!” I hissed, finally pulling out of her. I couldn’t be doing this. I couldn’t let her destroy me as much as I am trying to destroy her. I just couldn’t let it happen. Not again.

  Collapsing, Tyler let out a contented sound before turning to look at me. “I’ve never done that before.”

  I shook my head. “No, you haven’t.”

  “You came to me last night, didn’t you? Were you going to punish me then?”

  Ignoring her, I zipped myself up and went into her bathroom. I looked through her shelves and found some moisturising cream. Turning towards the door with it, I noticed the toilet paper was the other way around this time, so I turned it back. With cream in hand, I came back out to see Tyler still sprawled across the bed, naked and bare.

  “Turn on your front,” I commanded.

  She did as she was told and, in the faint light, I noticed there were marks on her ass. Kinky little witch that she was.

  Rubbing some cream on my hands, I went to work massaging her there. “Hmm, that feels good,” she hummed. “A demon would never care for me the way you are now.”

  I instantly cringed. “Don’t mistake me rubbing cream on your ass as caring for you, Tyler. This is simply to make sure you’re prepared for next time.”

  Tyler turned her head, trying to look at me. “There will still be a next time?”

  The way she asked was almost as though she knew it would soon be coming to an end. How could she possibly know? I’d never given her any inclination things would come to an abrupt halt shortly. Could this witch read my mind now?

  “What makes you think there won’t be?” I asked, rubbing the final bits of cream in.

  Satisfied I had rubbed it all in, Tyler turned to me with a cheeky grin. “You can never have too much of a good thing, right?”

  She was trying to be funny, repeating the same line I had said to her not so long ago. It didn’t work on me, though. Behind that smile, behind that cheeky façade, lay an element of pain I knew would never go away. I had her now. I had her right where I fucking wanted her. So why did it still feel so fucking wrong? Why, even after everything she’d done, did I still feel like gathering her in my arms and never letting her go?

  Answering her with a coy “Yes,” I got up off the bed and went into the bathroom to wash my hands. Every time I seemed to come to this apartment, I knew what my plan was but, every time, the plan went to shit.

  As I walked back out of the bathroom, I was just going to get the fuck out, but then Tyler spoke. “Kiss me,” she pleaded again.

  I halted at the door and gripped my eyes shut. I couldn’t let her see how much her words affected me. I couldn’t let her see just how much she affected me. It was time to go and time to act. I couldn’t pussy-foot around this any longer. “No,” I stated as I walked out the door.

  It was time for my act of vengeance.

  Chapter 35

  Tyler

  Buckinghamshire, 2001

  I was in my room with a Walkman strapped to my ears as I listened to “My Way” by Usher. He was my favourite solo artist at the moment. I loved every song he released, and his dancing was the best I’d ever seen.

  If it wasn’t for the fact that the song was ending, I would have missed the familiar faint tapping on my window.

  Jumping, I looked and saw another stone bouncing off the glass. I immediately got up off my bed and scrambled to see who was throwing stones. As If I didn’t know.

  When I looked down, my heart jumped. Dean was standing there in a suit, his hair was slicked back perfectly, and his eyes sparkled with an intense desire.

  I opened my window. “What are you doing?” I asked, trying to be as quiet as possible. I didn’t want my mum and dad to hear. They would hit the roof if they found out Dean was outside, throwing stones at my window.

  “Happy Valentine’s Day,” he whispered, waving a red rose in the air.

  If I thought he couldn’t get any dreamier, I was wrong. Dean proved, time and time again, just how right he was for me. If only my
mum and dad could see it.

  “Dean, you’re impossible,” I said, giggling.

  “Impossibly smitten by the girl with the bright hazel eyes,” he whispered back. “Hold on. I’m coming up.” Placing the rose in his mouth, Dean pulled himself up the trellis by my window.

  Once at the top, he handed me the rose with a cheeky smile. “I told you that you were the girl who deserved flowers.”

  My mouth dried and my heart fluttered at the possibility Dean may kiss me tonight. I had another five months until my sixteenth birthday, and I was counting down every second of every day of it. Dean would visit me by climbing my window from time to time, especially when I got grounded. Normally, I got grounded because I went to visit Dean when I shouldn’t have. Once, I even got grounded because Ian kept me out late when we got drunk together. That grounding lasted a full two weeks.

  I wasn’t grounded tonight, though. No, tonight I had to go out for a meal because it was my mum and dad’s twentieth anniversary. Although my heart ached to be with Dean tonight, I knew this was also a special occasion for my parents. They insisted on celebrating it with my sister and me, so how could I have said no?

  Taking the rose from Dean’s hand, I inhaled, taking in its beautiful scent. “Do you know how beautiful you look tonight? Almost good enough to eat.”

  I burned with intense need for this boy. I needed him to have me. I wanted him to have me. I knew that the moment I turned sixteen, I would ask him to take my virginity. Losing it to anyone else just didn’t seem right. It was always Dean’s to take, and I simply couldn’t wait for that day.

  “Well, aren’t you going to give me a kiss?” he asked, pointing to his cheek.

  “Thank you,” I replied, too stunned to form any other words. Clutching the rose, I knelt out of the window to reach for Dean’s cheek. I was hoping, at the last minute, he would turn and kiss me on the lips. I edged closer and the closer I got, the more my heart pumped. I was inches away from him now, the smell of his cologne hitting my nostrils and making the burn that much stronger. I was almost there, about to land him that kiss when a knock at the door made me jump out of my skin.