Deviant: Black Mountain Academy

by Dani René

  Once the dress is over my head, I drop it at my feet onto the soft, plush carpet. Elian’s appraising gaze trails over me, from my hair, down my shoulders, over my breasts. And then slowly down my stomach, which has hummingbird wings fluttering wildly inside as he lowers his stare until he reaches my panties.

  A rumble vibrates in his chest. He lifts his drink, taking a long swallow before lowering the glass and setting it on the table in front of him. When he rises to full height, he takes a step toward me, but he doesn’t come close enough to touch.

  Silently, he shoves his hands in his pockets before a small grin forms on his face. “On your knees,” he finally speaks, the words booming around me even though he hasn’t said it loudly. My nerves take hold as I slowly lower to my knees. This time, he gifts me a full, megawatt smile when he takes me in. “Are your panties getting wet, deviant?”

  I nod, even though I know it’s going to get me into trouble. Taunting the monster that lurks beneath those pretty, blue eyes is what I do best. Why change the habit now?

  “I’m sure your clit is throbbing at the anticipation of what I’m going to do to you. Before I even touch that tight cunt, I’m going to see how good you are with your mouth.” As he speaks, I watch as his hands move to the buttons of his shirt. Each one released from its confines. Once they’re all loose, he shrugs off the material, allowing it to flutter to the floor.

  His body is exquisite. Toned with dips and peaks that make my mouth water. He’s not overly chiseled, but he doesn’t need to be because every inch of him is pure muscle. This isn’t a boy. This is a man.

  He takes his time unlooping his belt from his slacks and then the zipper hisses, which only makes the tremble that’s got a hold of my body worse. He’s right—anticipation has most definitely got a hold of me.

  “Open your mouth,” he orders in a gruff, yet husky tone. “Stick out that pretty little tongue for me.” The more he speaks, the more my need grows. I obey him without question, just like we agreed.

  His slacks hang onto his hips. His hands dip into his boxer briefs, and he grips the thickness hiding inside, pulling it out until it’s pointing right at me, angry and needy. The tip of him already weeping, wanting me.

  I learned that men are least powerful when a woman is on her knees or on her back. Because we hold the power to say no. We can stop what we don’t want if it’s not acceptable. Elian closes the distance between us in two small steps and then his cock is touching my tongue. The saltiness of his arousal coating me, taunting me.

  “Fuck,” he growls when I wrap my lips around the head and gently suck. “Open your fucking mouth.” I widen my hold on him. And he taps my tongue three times, as if he wants to slap me with the thick, angry shaft. He slides into my warmth, deep. When he hits the back of my throat, tears spring to my eyes, and he grins down at me.

  Hello, Monster. Have you come out to play?

  Elian’s gaze darkens with desire. “Suck,” is the only word that tumbles from his mouth and once more, like the good little deviant I am, I suck him. His cock throbs in my mouth, the thickness of it making me gag, but he doesn’t relent. His hands fist my hair, holding me hostage. He is in control. Spit drips from my lips, down my chin and onto my chest. And from the look in his eyes, Elian loves it like that. And I have to be honest with myself—I’m wet, needy, and aching for more.

  He pulls out slowly and thrusts back in, over and over again. I taunt and tease him with my tongue, sliding it along the shaft, and hum the moment he hits the back of my throat. The more he does it, the easier it becomes, and I focus past the gag reflex and take him even deeper.

  His hands tighten in my hair, tugging until the bite of pain is merely a tingling sting. My clit, my pussy, my whole body is alight with need for him. I want to show him pleasure he’s never felt before.

  “Don’t swallow just yet,” he grits through clenched teeth, his eyes black and dangerous. His body seizes suddenly, and his cock throbs. His growl is feral and animalistic as he finds release, the salty arousal painting my tongue. When he pulls free, I’m sure a I’m mess. “You look beautiful with your makeup streaming down your cheeks,” Elian says with satisfaction dripping from his voice.

  My saliva has drenched the top of the bra I’m wearing, and my mouth has been marked by this powerful man. I open my mouth to show him his seed on my tongue. The motion has him smiling almost sadistically. I’ve given him pleasure, and I’m shaking with desire to do it again. The darkness inside him is awake and dancing under the moonlight. And I revel in the way he’s looking at me.

  “Good girl,” he tells me. “Now swallow.” And I do. The taste of him sliding down my throat. And I’m already hungry for more.

  So much more.

  27

  Elian

  I’m still lost in bliss when I see her swallow my release. The way she basks in how I used her is intoxicating. I want to do it again. Fuck, I want to do it over and over again until she’s nothing but a trembling mess.

  “Did you like me using your mouth like that?” I tip my head to the side, regarding her with amusement.

  “Yes,” she croaks, and I’m certain her throat is sore from the pounding. But the light that sparkles in her eyes tells me something else—she wants more too.

  “Stand,” I order gruffly, picking up my drink and swallowing the last mouthful. “You best finish your wine because I’m taking you to my bedroom. And when I take you home, you’ll feel me all night and all day at school tomorrow.”

  Her eyes widen, but she obeys. Such a good little deviant for me. My cock is already hardening at the sight of her in the underwear I purchased. It’s a perfect fit as well. I knew her body. I could tell from just looking at her the size, the shape, and I was right.

  I watch Arabella drink down the wine before setting the glass on the table. With her delicate frame in front of me, I want nothing more than to show her what a monster I am. And I will.

  “Go up the stairs, turn left, and walk all the way to the end of the hall. The bedroom in front of you will be where I want you to wait. On your knees, head bowed. And if you’re not in the position I’ve requested when I get there, I’m going to punish you,” I command, noticing a shiver wrack through her at my words, which only makes me grin.

  Without a word, she turns and walks out of the living room, and I keep my gaze on her retreating form. The sway of her hips, the way her ass looks in those panties, and the slender legs that move with ease and grace makes the blood in my veins run hot.

  Anticipation races through me, but I allow her time to get into the room, settle in position, and for me, time to calm myself. It’s been a while since I’ve experienced such strong need, hunger to devour. Glancing at the window, I wonder if there are truly eyes on me like Ahren thinks. When my brother mentioned that he wouldn’t be able to go away as I requested, I knew shit was going to hit the fan. One way or another, Arabella would find out about what I did.

  But I can’t allow that to shift my focus. I make my way up the stairs, one at a time, my lungs pulling in much-needed air as I reach the landing. Turning left, I fist my hands, knowing that soon I’ll have her smooth flesh under my touch. I’ll have her body beneath me.

  Everything in life comes full circle.

  When you find the moment where you’re able to take what you have craved for so long, grab it. Don’t allow it to disappear. The door beckons. I stop for a moment, calming the erratic heartbeat attacking my ribs.

  When I twist the handle and step inside, Arabella is on the floor, on her knees, waiting. This is most certainly not part of the plan, but being here with her seems to calm the rage of revenge that simmers in my veins. Like this, she isn’t the daughter of the man who killed my father, and for a moment, I hope she doesn’t ever find out the truth about her daddy.

  “Look at me,” I command as I lean against the wall, my arms crossed in front of my chest. Arabella lifts her gaze and locks it on mine. Her lips part, and I note how her tongue darts out, licking at the plu
mp flesh. “Spread your legs. I want to see what I now own.”

  Watching her obey me makes my dick throb. I can’t deny I’m enjoying this. Even if she doesn’t realize who I am, I wonder just what her dad would say if he learned about his princess taking me inside her body tonight. He’d have a coronary if he knew his little girl was mine. I own her now.

  “Touch yourself like you do in bed at night, thinking about me,” I tell her, tacking on the last three words with a smirk gracing my mouth.

  Those pretty steel orbs glaze over, desire burning in them as her hand slips between her slender thighs, and I watch how she shifts the material of the panties to the side to play with her cunt.

  So. Fucking. Gorgeous.

  She dips a finger inside, the wetness echoing toward me as she moves faster, picking up the pace as she finger-fucks her pretty pussy, but she keeps her gaze on me. Her mouth opens farther, a gasp of need spilling from her lips as she writhes on her fingers, and my cock aches.

  “Stop.” One word and her hand falls away, but I don’t miss the whimper of frustration that follows her obedience.

  I move toward her.

  The moment my feet are at her knees, her head tips back, and she looks up at me. She looks so fragile, delicate on the floor of my bedroom. I lose myself in the scene before me. Her being mine, me not needing revenge, and just for a moment, I wonder if this could ever be more than a game.

  “Stand.”

  She rises, a flower blossoming in front of me as I reach for the straps of her bra and tug at them, causing them to fall from her shoulders. “Elian.”

  “Take off your panties,” I order her, keeping my voice cool, yet my body is thrumming with need to devour every morsel of her beauty.

  Her hands shift, pushing the scrap of material from her hips, and I allow my gaze to track the sensuality of how she moves, inching the panties to the floor. Once she steps out of them, I grip her shoulders and spin her around. Walking her over to the bed, I have her bend over the edge.

  Her ass taunts me, her long legs tease me, and I spread them by pushing her feet wider. The view of her like this makes my cock weep. I’m so ready to sink into her. I discard my clothes without tearing my attention away from her because I can’t. The need to see every part of her every second we’re together burns through me.

  I stalk to the nightstand. Finding what I need, I tear the foil wrapper and sheath myself as I take her in. She doesn’t say anything again until I stop behind her, my hand gripping my shaft.

  “Elian.”

  “If you want to stop, tell me now.”

  Arabella shakes her head, her hands fisting my sheets, her pure, pale skin a stark contrast to the dark blue material beneath her.

  “No. I want you. Please just do it,” she pleads, and I can’t deny her request. I inch forward, feeling her warmth wrapping around me with every dip inside her. My hips drive forward without warning. Her breath whooshes from her as I fully seat myself inside her. Blackness overtakes my vision from the feel of her.

  She’s tight. So incredibly snug it’s as if she were made to take me. I still all movement, allowing her to adjust to my size before I hear her whimper. I pull out and slam back in. Keeping my eyes shut, I focus on the way her walls pulse around me. The need to find release, for her and myself, overtakes the sick need for revenge that brought me to this moment.

  I grip her hips, holding her steady as I pull out and drive back in, my body filling her, making every gasp and moan echo around us. The sound of skin slapping, of grunts and whimpers fill the air.

  We move in sync as she pushes back against me, as if she’s trying to take me even deeper than I’m already fucking her. I lean over, reaching for her hair, wrapping the long, blonde locks around my fist, and I tug her toward me, her back arching beautifully as my lips find her earlobe.

  “You’re mine,” I tell her, the honesty raw, scraping against my throat. I’ve felt pleasure in the past, but the way her cunt feels around my dick has me seeing fucking stars. My hips slam into her ass. The flesh in my hands will have bruises from my grip, but I don’t give a shit.

  I release her hip and trail my hand up her body, tweaking her nipple until I hear the scream I’ve been craving. A tear trickles from her cheek, and I can’t stop the maniacal grin from forming on my lips.

  My fingers wrap around her throat, the delicate column in my grasp, and I squeeze. Ever so lightly, but enough to make her pussy tighten around my shaft as I drive into her, all the way to the base.

  Arabella mewls when I bite down on the fleshy earlobe, tugging it harshly between my teeth, along with my fingers stealing her breath and my cock balls-deep inside her. The gentle shaking of her legs against mine is the first sign of her impending release.

  Keeping my hold on her throat, I release her hair and snake my hand between her thighs. The hardened nub under my taunting fingers is mine to play with. I circle her clit faster and faster as my hips piston against her.

  “Oh god,” Arabella cries out, her body tightening, her cunt sucking me harder, deeper, pulsing with her release, and I feel the wetness soaking me. I don’t relent though. I send her into a second orgasm, and she screams as she shakes from pleasure wracking her body, her delicate frame trembling against me as I feel my own orgasm taking hold of me.

  My spine tingles, euphoria skittering through me as I empty myself into the rubber, and I bask in the feel of her body accepting me, thickening and pulsing as I find bliss.

  Arabella

  I can’t deny my morning is a mess of confusing thoughts. Last night was everything I wanted from him, but if I had to be honest, I do want more. My stomach somersaults when I recall what we did. My chest tightens when I think about how much pleasure Elian bestowed on me, but then after the salacious evening, Elian drove me home since I arrived at his in a taxi.

  He made me happy. He’d claimed me without abandon. I never felt so completely and utterly owned, and I am already hungry for more. I recall the moment after we finally came down from the high of our orgasms.

  “I think I better take you home,” Elian’s rough voice informs me as he helps me to my feet. My legs are still wobbly from what he’s just done to my body. From the primal growl of him wanting me, claiming me, he seems almost as in shock as I am.

  “Okay,” is all I can force out as I watch him make his way to a walk-in closet. When he returns moments later, he’s carrying a large tee and a pair of sweats that he hands to me. My dress is still on the floor downstairs, but I take the clothes.

  “Put these on,” he orders, but the tone of his voice is less commanding and more affectionate. Something I never expected from the man before me. There aren’t any cuddles, and he doesn’t hold me, but the heat in his gaze is enough to set my worried soul at ease.

  Once we’re dressed, we make our way to the front door and out to the garage where Elian opens the car door for me. Even as he weaves down toward home, my home, he doesn’t speak. After he pulls up to the heavy, ornate gates, he turns to me and offers a smile.

  “I don’t usually spend the night with women,” he informs me. Women. Is that how he sees me? “But I’ll see you in class.” I’m not sure if that’s hope in his voice, but my heart settles at the thought of him even wanting to see me again.

  “Yes, you will,” I respond, realizing it’s a school day, which of course is why he’ll see me. The stupidity of my thoughts causes me to blush, my cheeks hot, and I’m thankful it’s dark.

  But before I can get out of the car, Elian leans in and captures my lips with his. The softness of the kiss steals my breath. His fingers holding onto my chin, keeping me in place in order for him to lash his tongue along mine.

  The contact causes my stomach to flip-flop wildly as he teases me until I’m trembling and needy for more heated kisses. When he pulls away, I almost whimper at the loss, and I’m sure he can tell how I’m feeling because there’s a satisfied smirk on his lips.

  “Go home. Be a good girl for me tonight,” he informs me
, and I know what he means. No touching.

  “Goodnight,” I respond before pushing open the car door. I can feel his eyes on me as I make my way up the drive, but by the time I reach the door, I know I’ve disappeared from his line of sight.

  Now that the sun is sneaking up into the sky, the memories have a hold of me, and I’m nervous to see him at school. It’s stupid because even though I know he wants me, there’s still doubt that niggles at my thoughts, reminding me that I’m his student.

  As I make my way to the gate, a cold shiver trickles down my spine, which has me spinning around. My gaze darts around the garden, toward the perimeter of the house, and back to the gate, which is slowly sliding open to let me out.

  The feeling of someone watching me is visceral. It’s as if they’re right there, waiting for me to step out of the house. But that makes no sense. Black Mountain is a small town; it’s safe. Nothing bad can happen here.

  At least, that’s what I tell myself. But instead of walking, I change my mind and go for the BMW aunt Midge said I could use if I wanted to. I would feel safer in a vehicle, and I’m not even sure why.

  As I’m parking in the lot, I watch the other students head toward the building. Some are still chatting in groups on the lush green grass, and there are others who are on their own under the trees, lounging before class starts.

  The eerie feeling I had moments ago is gone, but I can’t shake the chill that’s settled in my bones. I’ve had a stalker before, someone watching me, but he was caught, given a restraining order, and I know he won’t come near me because he’s more concerned with his name being kept out of the press.

  A knock on my window has a scream tumbling from my lips, but when I glance up, I find Ahren grinning at me. “Boo,” he says through the window, earning himself an eyeroll.