The Sect

by Lane, Courtney

  A light touch traveled down my sternum, stroking down my skin until it reached my mound. His fingers rocked back and forth, slowly, gently. The heat of his breath danced heavily across my face, reaching my lips. A soft kiss grazed against my mouth, swaying back and forth against my tingling, receptive lips. His hands continued to tease my sex, sliding his fingers between my slit and reaching up to gently circle my clit with the pads of his fingers.

  My hands clenched into tight fists as I tried to abate the sensations his touch elicited. The shock of his gentle and sweet touch was unexpected. My body wanted it, craved it, and responded to it. The war of rebellion and logic filled my mind and threw me into involuntary compliance. I parted my lips and softly kissed him back. He paused for a moment, taking his lips away from me. The smooth touch of his fingers grazed the swell of my lips, allowing me to taste my arousal from his fingertips. The moment I licked my lips, he pressed his lips fully against mine and kissed me with a hungry need that stole my breath. I moaned against his mouth as he devoured me with a meticulous skill. When his tongue found its way inside, I was completely disarmed.

  I felt him grow between my legs. The head of his cock throbbed at my slit, almost urging its way inside of me. His weight lifted from the top of me and a tickling touch worked its way down my sternum, pressing against the erratic movement of my chest and the fast pacing of my heart. I felt the bed dip and his soft lips suckling my neck. Hands surrounded my breasts, squeezing the curvature and circling in light tickling motions around my nipples. My hips bucked, responding to the curing touch of his fingertips and his lips.

  His mouth swayed against my sternum, finding my breasts and the warmth and wetness of his mouth gently surrounded the tautness of my nipples. As he sucked with his tongue flittering around, the nubs began to harden inside his warm, wet mouth. He spread my legs wider, pushing me against the limits of my restraints. His warm lips found their way to my face again and his hardness slowly inched inside of me.

  I tensed against the restraints, the chains clanking with my movement. I felt full of him and completely aroused. When he completely withdrew, the sounds of my wet sex resounded in the air. He plunged forward again, driving fully inside me, evoking a whimpering moan from deep inside my chest.

  He pushed in again, stretching me open. I sucked my teeth as the head pushed through. Grabbing the back of my head, he forced my neck to crane. My breath and his danced with one another, setting the heat between us to a level above comfort. His breath stopped and his hips pushed against mine, flexing and relaxing, pushing into me in a spine-tingling rhythm.

  It didn’t matter if it was true or not. I felt wanted and tender—special—with the care he took to make sure he didn’t hurt me. He made my body respond in ways that devoured what Noah had done to my body before. He was surreal in the way he took me.

  I cried out, forgetting to express agony instead of pleasure. My body felt too good to allow my mouth to lie. I didn’t care about the consequences; I couldn’t in that moment. Reven’s strokes inside me were felt through every single nerve. They were cured and purged of the sins committed against my body before.

  The friction threw me into a territory unknown; my body began to quake. Fear took hold as I didn’t know what was happening to me. His weight shifted and he drove into me faster and harder. His hips slammed into mine, increasing the feeling more than I thought possible.

  A gulp mixed with a squeal made me choke. Tears flooded my eyes, dampening the blindfold. He rode me fast, hard, mimicking the way Noah took me above the theater, but this time, the pleasure was delightfully excruciating.

  My core began to throb and contract around him, milking him. It hit me hard, forcing my body to completely tense up and succumb to euphoria.

  My hips bucked wildly as much as they could against him with the restraints on my ankles, wanting the feeling to never end. With his fingers in my hair, he forced my neck to arc and bit me hard enough to draw blood as my arousal doused us both.

  Stilling his movements, he held me, waiting for my body to calm. His hand pressed against my sternum, pressing down, helping me to find my calmer breaths. His weight shifted until I could no longer feel him anywhere on my body. The abrupt touch at my ankles startled me. He reached up again, pressing his hand against my sternum and waited.

  I nodded, giving him permission. My ankles were unbound and my legs were repositioned, directing my upper half to swing to the right. He tucked my knees pushing them up toward my torso. The bed dipped again and the position of my left arm was moved, allowing my legs to fall completely to the right side of my body and rest against the bed. I felt him hover over me, the clinking of something beside the bed. Something quietly snapped; wet and thick liquid doused the side of my behind and slid down to the cleft of my ass. His fingers lay there, massaging the tight hole. When I felt the head of his cock at the opening, I tensed.

  His warm hand rested against my sternum, pressing down, waiting until I relaxed. He pushed more and more of his cock inside and I tried to relax, remembering the only time that area was ever explored. All was quickly set aside when his fingers probed my slit, dipping inside, withdrawing and entering slowly, then another finger manipulated my clit.

  My body became weakened, relenting to his skilled touch. His body dipped forward, his mouth found mine. His tongue explored every area of my mouth and his hips pushed, slipping fully inside.

  He fucked me with his tongue, fingers, and cock all at once. Every part of me was filled, and my senses were overloaded. I whimpered and cried, begged for it to never end. My walls clenched around his fingers, ready to succumb again. A hand reached up to grip my free hand, his fingers intertwining with mine, grasping it tightly. He released a strangled and quiet groan. He leaned forward quickly, biting my shoulder, breaking skin until I winced and quietly protested. He pushed his cum inside me and pumped me full.

  He quickly moved my body, ensuring I laid back and weaved his arms underneath me. With his ragged breaths, his chest pressed hard against my breasts.

  He kissed me tenderly, increasing the intensity every time I responded and kissed him back. He continued to kiss me until my mouth was pleasantly sore and swollen.

  Leaving me completely sated, he lifted from the bed. The quick rustle of clothing and the padding of bare feet on the floor were background noises to my quiet, breathy pants. The quiet click of the door closing pulled me out of my calm state.

  Realizing one of my hands was free enough to move around and unchain myself, I did so quickly. Lifting the blindfold from my eyes, I quietly slipped off the bed and reached for the dress strewn across the chair in the sitting area. The slight discomfort he left me with when he explored a neglected area wasn’t enough to bother me. In fact, it was barely felt.

  The moment I opened the door, I was faced down by Jayme, standing on the other side.

  She glared at me, her eyes narrowing.

  I had no idea how long she’d been standing out there and if she saw Reven leave. Either way, I felt the need to apologize. “I’m sorry, Jayme—”

  Jayme obviously decided she didn’t care when she smirked and shook her head at me. As she walked away, she muttered, “Hypocrites and liars,” and disappeared down the hall.

  Looking guiltily down between my legs, the burn between my thighs made me pull them together. He’d evoked an array of responses from my body, even if my mind couldn’t follow.

  Nadine was right in what she said to me many days—or months ago. She was right about this place. But, the man who touched me…I wasn’t sure if he could’ve fit the category of a cleverly cloaked foe. What bothered me the most was that I couldn’t fathom how a man like Reven could’ve been with me like he had. The man who was with me clearly felt something for me. I could feel it deep within my gut with every touch, every kiss, and every thrust. I touched my sore lips, wondering if it was all just an act to make me think that way.

  I looked back at Reven’s closed bedroom door, reminded of the ugliness contained
within the pretty walls; the place and everything in it were just an illusion, hiding a very sinister truth.

  I WANTED last night to be a distant memory, but it became the only thing I could hold on to. The man I was with had taken a slow, seductive possession of my body, making it difficult to quell or dissipate the growing need he placed inside me. The memory of last night was stuck inside my mind, replaying over and over again at a constant interval. The details changed and I was without a blindfold, seeing Noah above me, feeling him inside me.

  I pushed out the thought of it being Noah, but it didn’t make any sense or feel right when I tried to insert Reven in the picture. The night felt familiar but so different.

  It was difficult to believe a man like Reven could make me feel the things I did last night. His narcissistic nature would never have made the night about my pleasure. I didn’t think he would ever have taken his time and been gentle with me, making me feel…beautiful.

  A quiet moan escaped my throat as I was brought back into the now. My fingers were between my thighs, manipulating my clit until I came. I would’ve normally felt embarrassed by my own pleasure, but instead, I felt relieved.

  “Did you think I wouldn’t see this?”

  I startled out of bed, the echo of the voice inside my bedroom turned me cold. “Reven, I—”

  “Don’t speak.” He stood from his position on the chair, stomping to the foot of my bed.

  I crossed my arms, seeking modesty in my nudeness.

  “Have you forgotten about the cameras in your need to lie to me? Noah brought this scene to my attention. You were so deep in the throes of your orgasm you didn’t realize I was here. Who was in your thoughts, Keaton? Did an innocent man die? Was he the pawn for the real person you were providing your true affections to? The one who pulled you to pleasure yourself tonight?”

  “I know what you think you saw,” I spoke quickly despite the fact that Noah being the reason Reven saw, much less came to my room, left me awestruck. “There is no camera in my brain. I only thought about you and last night.”

  “Liar!” His shout echoed off the walls as he reached across the bed and grabbed me up by the hair. His eyes were wild with fury. I’d offended him and I didn’t understand why. He should’ve been the type to easily believe everything was about him.

  Noah stood at the doorway. “Reven, is there an issue?”

  My head was jerked and I was dragged down the hall. The carpet burned and scraped my skin. I tried to struggle and crawl to keep up with the pace, but it was of no use. I was thrown across the desk in Reven’s room and held down.

  “Don’t move,” Reven warned me. I was spun around forced to face Noah. His erection intruded into my opening painfully. I screamed, only to have him reach across and cover my mouth. He pumped inside me, tearing me apart. His hands fisted my hair, forcing my neck to crane—forcing me to stare at Noah. Reven’s violent movements tore me down from the peak I reached last night. I felt like I was reliving the night of my graduation. My breasts pressed against the hood of the car while the monster behind me violently violated me. Everything that was cured and faded away came back with an excruciating force. My body was once again a tool that disgusted me.

  I tried not to look at Noah, but I couldn’t help it. Through my clouds of tears, I could see his coldness. But I knew enough about the man to know what was behind them. His fists balled and his features narrowed; it bothered him more than a little.

  My pained cries were hard to keep quiet, only serving as fuel to Reven’s anger as he continued to slam inside me, bringing me back to a place I’d almost crawled out of it.

  “It seems she needs something in her mouth to quiet her,” Reven said, through panting breaths his brutal strokes forced me to jerk with every painful thrust.

  Noah hesitated, compelling Reven to stop his tormenting assault.

  “Is there an issue?” Reven asked.

  Noah said nothing as he slowly walked toward me. “Honesty, I don’t know why I have to prove myself. You know I don’t feel a damn thing for her. I can’t feel for anyone. I couldn’t help it if Mrs. Sherman wanted me, instead of a throwaway, to do those things to Keaton.”

  “It’s not just about Mrs. Sherman,” Reven explained, speaking her name as if it was a lie, “and you’re blindingly aware of that. You’re consistently gentle and empathetic when it comes to this one.” Reven zipped up his pants and rounded the table. “You know you are. I have eyes around here to watch you specifically, Noah. They tell me things. Things I should’ve been told by you, and you know what those things are.”

  “And?” Noah shoved his hands down the pockets of his pants, broadening his shoulders in a defensive stance. “Taking a wild guess that the woman who is head over heels sick in love with you told you those things. Are you really going to believe her over me?” He glared at Reven in a way inappropriate for a man addressing his superior. The anger bubbled over and was shown in the way he firmed the features of his face. “I’ve been very patient with you, Reven, in appealing to your constant bad habit of doubting me—as you always have.” His chin slipped to his chest, his eyes lifted, staring at Reven with a look that was terrifying. “Let’s just say you’ve pushed things too fucking far to state a point, don’t you think?” His question didn’t ring as one; it was a warning.

  Somehow, Noah’s scarily cold defiance didn’t seem to affect Reven in a way I would’ve assumed it would. “Are we still adhering to the policy, Noah?” Reven asked, his confidence falling away to a boyish tone.

  “Big day tomorrow.” Noah’s eyes narrowed at Reven’s before he turned around and headed out the door.

  Reven stared at the door and an expression flooded his face that hit me at the core; the man was…worried. “Return to your room,” he told me quickly without directly regarding me. “He was correct. You have a big day ahead of you tomorrow.”

  I crossed my arms over my chest, desiring to scrub every single part of my body. I’d become so desensitized to Reven in my mind that what he’d done barely affected me mentally. It wasn’t him who altered me; I felt like I had betrayed Noah somehow.

  Curiosity halted me because of the seriousness of the entire ordeal. I swept my tears away, tentatively walking toward the exit as the throbbing pain between my thighs slowed my movement. “W-what’s going to happen to me tomorrow?”

  “You will be given the first half of the day to do as you choose. After which, you will do something in my name. The result will lead to your freedom.”

  “W-what?” I straightened my posture, attempting to work through the impossible in my mind.

  “Your freedom, Keaton. You’ve completed the program as well as a person like you could. You will be released after your final phase.” He walked out, leaving me alone with my startlingly bleak thoughts.

  In my bedroom, I immediately headed to the shower and scrubbed layers off my skin. I scrubbed until I bled. I scrubbed as my mind was torn between the agony of being violated by a man I hated and preoccupation with a puzzle I couldn’t begin to figure out.

  I didn’t sleep that night. I felt too much repugnance for my own body to be settled. I clutched the pillow, burying my face into it and cried.

  DURING THE next morning, Marcia told me she was prepared to cook anything I desired. She said it was the staff’s last night here and we would have to fend for ourselves with the meals left frozen in the basement for a while.

  When I didn’t give her an answer, she prepared the breakfast that held sentimental value to me. With her things in hand, she stared at me.

  I slowly lifted my head to regard her.

  “If you see, Harley,” she said, her lips firm, holding to her dramatic frown, “tell her it was nothing it was cracked up to be.”

  “How are you able to leave?” I asked.

  “There is a bus that brings the crazy people here and takes some of them back to the airport when they leave,” she replied. “This time it’s coming for the staff of the house. The staff—all of us were
homeless. That part wasn’t a lie.”

  “But another was?”

  “Good luck to you, Keaton.” With a nod, she headed off.

  Bus. They were given bus service? Instead of ejecting from my seat and running out of the door as fast as I could, I stared down at the plate she left for me. Though it looked delicious, I couldn’t do much but poke at it with a fork while shoving away the constant stream of tears that spilled down my cheeks.

  “Earth to, Keaton.”

  Sniffing deeply, I snapped out of my daze and stared at Nadine, who stood on the other side of the table regarding me. “What do you want?” I croaked.

  She sauntered around the table and sat on the edge. She reached up and fingered my tears away. “It’s about what you want. I’m supposed to make sure it happens.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  “It’s not a trick, Keaton,” she assured me with a wry smile. “It’s serious. Anything you want to do today and anyone with whom you want to spend your time with is all your choice. It won’t have any effect on what happens tonight. You will still go through the final phase to gain your freedom.”

  “Can I leave with, Marcia?”

  “No,” she snorted, her Cheshire grin irritating me. “You wouldn’t get far enough to step one foot on a bus out of here. You never would have.”

  “I don’t understand what this final phase is.”

  “You will tonight,” she said with a frown. “I can’t tell you. You have to experience it.”

  “Did you go through the final phase?”

  She slipped off the table, shaking her head. “I’m still here aren’t I? Obviously, the answer is no.”

  “Am…I really being allowed to leave?” I posed the question wistfully.

  “You will be free, Keaton. So…what’s it going to be?”

  I dropped my fork, staring at my plate. I should’ve felt ecstatic to be finally free of the place, but something inside me churned painfully. Why a final phase before I could go? Why did she balk at me when I mentioned anything about the buses?