Dex's Devotion

by E. C. Land

  I inhale sharply and debate what to do next. Do I grab her and pull her against me? Do I take her hand and let her toy with my cock? There are so many options. She could be drunk still. She did drink quite a bit last night.

  The heat from my left side grows closer and I look into her eyes yet again, seeing she’s inching herself toward me. “I respect what you said to me last night, but I’m not drunk, Dex. I’m sober as hell.”

  Ember gets up on her knees and brings her hands down to her mid-thigh where the shirt ends. She grasps the cotton fabric and pulls it off, tossing it on the floor beside the bed. Fuck, I never thought this would happen. Not in my wildest dreams, and I’ve never been a fuckin’ early bird, but I might have to start, especially if it means shit like this.

  Ember gets closer to me and before I know it, she’s straddling my stomach, slowly sliding herself until she’s hovering over my cock. “You sure you wanna do this?” It seems like a normal question, but the moment she lets me loose, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.

  With a nod, I have her answer and pull my hand away from her cock. “I’m not a nice guy, Em’. I need you to know that. I’m not a good fuckin’ man, okay?”

  She scoffs, “I won’t ever believe it, Dex. Not now, not for as long as we live. You’ve only been kind to me.” Yeah, I haven’t been a usual dick like I am to others, but it’s ‘cause I want her. Other people outside of the club back in Billings, they know me for what I am. Then again, having to grow up in a biker club makes you a bit tougher. Tough as nails even.

  I grab Ember by the throat and lean up, staring into her eyes. “Are you sure you want this?”

  “You’re not the only one with darkness, Dex.” Her answer practically shocks me. I don’t know a whole lot about Ember, but the woman doesn’t seem dark and twisted like me. I’ve been through some shit and being with her has made me worry about a lot. I don’t want to corrupt her, not the same way I’ve been corrupted.

  Ember leans back, and I release her neck. She holds herself up by placing her hands on my inner thighs and sinks down over my cock. Goddammit, her pussy is wet as can be. I don’t know how long she was watching me for, but it must’ve been a while, especially since she’s this wet.

  She begins to get a rhythm going and every time she hits the base of my cock, she rolls her hips and my balls tighten even more. Ember digs her nails into my thighs, but I don’t give a flying fuck. I place a hand on her hip and match her movement, needing to get deeper inside her. “Fuck yes, baby.” I groan, but it comes out more like a growl.

  Wrapping my arms around her body, I bring my mouth over her breast and suck her nipple into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue and gently gnawing on it with my teeth. “Fuck, Dex!” Ember moans loudly like she doesn’t give a fuck who hears her.

  Damn, I didn’t know she’d be like this, but I’m down for it. The freakier, the better. While I haven’t had a lot of experience, I know what I like.

  Warmth shoots out over my cock and I know she’s found her release. She wraps her arms around my shoulders, riding the length through her orgasm while I too come close to the edge, but not yet. No, I can’t come inside her. I don’t know if she’s on the pill and the last thing I want to do is be a daddy at this age.

  She breathes heavily in my arms, and I release her breast from my mouth, easing in and out of her wet pussy. I can’t come yet, not now, not while inside her. Once I’m sure she’s done with her release, I pull myself out of her and force her onto her back. I fist my cock until I’m spurting my seed all over her pussy and stomach, but I don’t stop here.

  No, I want to taste what I just did, so I dive headfirst into the buffet that’s her pussy.

  Chapter Twelve

  Ember

  Since our overnight trip to D.C., it seems like everything with Dex and me has changed. We went from friends to being in a relationship almost instantly, but it hasn’t been hard to acclimate to this change whatsoever. The two of us share a connection, in fact, a connection I didn’t even think was possible.

  Sometimes the connection scares me because of what my parents went through. They loved each other with so much passion that when they were killed, it was because of my father’s love for my mother. He refused to give up when another man was claiming she belonged to him and not my father. I just wish the strength of their love wasn’t the reason for their demise.

  It’s not that I fear love in general but rather the dangers I’ve seen happen in the past. The thought of something happening to Dex isn’t something I want to think about. In fact, I’d avoid it at all costs.

  Sighing, I glance around the room of the sorority house. I decided to join Harper’s friend’s sorority after spending a little time around her and Sarah. Adalind Stonewall is the head of the house and very much a woman to fear. I don’t know what it is about her, but she regals herself as if she were above everyone else. I know enough about this woman to know she’s Dex’s mother . . . and it’s a hard pill to swallow. I haven’t told him I’m in the sorority yet because the subject of his mother is quite intense.

  Tonight’s the Halloween party I have to attend if I want to be able to join this sorority. I didn’t mind coming. Dex had some things to get done this evening before he could join me. He didn’t like the fact I was going to the party alone, but I told him I would be okay. Besides, Cara came with me to see what the whole sorority thing is all about. She didn’t understand why I’d want to join something like this when we have so much fun already. She’s not wrong. I love being her roommate. Cara isn’t into the whole sorority thing. She preferred the dorm and doing as she pleased. I get where she’s coming from, but I want to do like my mom did when she went to college and join a sorority. I saw photos of her with her house sisters a while back and it planted the idea in the back of my head.

  Dressed in my Little Red Riding Hood costume, I inwardly smirk. When Cara and I went shopping earlier, she picked out a sexy witch costume while I picked out mine. The theme of the party is fairytales and since I’m wanting to join the sorority, I had to dress up as a character from one of the stories. All the members did as well.

  I’ve already seen a Cinderella, an evil queen, shoot Harper’s dressed up as Belle from Beauty and the Beast, and Sarah’s wearing Aurora’s costume from Sleeping Beauty. Everyone has cute costumes and I’m really hoping when Dex sees me later, he’ll really like mine. I paired the short dress with a pair of knee-high stockings with a matching set of undergarments for Dex to find when I take my costume off later. Lastly, the red heels on my feet set the tone for the rest of my outfit.

  Glancing around the room, I don’t find Cara anywhere in sight, so I find my phone to text her.

  Me: Where are you??

  I keep the phone in my hand to wait for her to answer. I take in the scene around me. Is this what I really want? I ask myself as I see some of the girls in the sorority dancing it up with the frat boys who showed up.

  I start to feel uneasy when my phone vibrates in my hand.

  Cara: I’m at the dorm. Where are you? Someone told me you left the party already.

  What?

  Who did that?

  Me: No, I’m still here. I’ll head back to the dorm now.

  Cara: Okay, be careful. How about I pop us some popcorn and get a Freddy vs. Jason movie set up?

  Grinning, I shake my head.

  Me: Can’t we do the Chucky movies?

  Cara: Screw that. Let’s do Halloween. Nothing says Happy Halloween like Michael Myers.

  Groaning, I close my eyes at the thought of that movie. My uncle Angel loves horror movies and that’s his favorite set. I remember my dad punching Angel in the face one day after I had nightmares and refused to sleep without him because I’d been so scared Michael Myers was coming after me.

  Me: Fine. Be there soon.

  I didn’t want to fight over movies.

  I close out of the chat with Cara and open Dex’s.

  Me: I’m heading back to the dorm. Hope to see y
ou in a bit.

  He responds back not even a minute later.

  Dex: Text me when you get there. I’ll see you in about an hour.

  Me: Okay.

  Putting my phone back in the pocket of my costume I’d fixed up to carry it, I head for the door. I don’t bother saying anything to anyone on my way out. I’ll catch up with Harper and the others later.

  I have more important things to worry about, like finding out who told Cara I’d left already. Honestly, it shouldn’t matter, but something about it doesn’t make sense to me. Sighing, I start across the park without giving it a second thought.

  The further from the main walkway I get, the more of an eerie feeling I start to feel. I fumble with my phone, trying to pull my phone out from the back of my costume, figuring if I called someone, it might make me feel a bit better. I could call anyone.

  The wind blows and a twig snaps, causing me to jump like a bolt of lightning just struck from a few feet away from me. I glance around the area and see nothing, but still, I don’t like this. Something isn’t right. I don’t know how to explain it other than a gut feeling. Picking up speed, I start walking faster to get to the other side of the park.

  I’m just over halfway there when all of a sudden, I find myself knocked to the ground by a sudden pressure to my back.

  I cry out in pain as the ground scrapes the palms of my hands and knees. Looking behind me, I scamper to my feet and try to back away as I stare at the man who just pushed me. He’s sneering down at me with a sinister glare that sends chills of terror throughout my entire being.

  With each step backward, he advances two.

  Run.

  That’s what I should do, but I can’t. Fear keeps me stiff and unable to move.

  Run. I shouldn’t be here staring at him, I should be forcing my feet to move faster as I get away, but I’m paralyzed, fear striking me in the worst of ways.

  I start to realize if I don’t at least try, something horrible is going to happen to me. I don’t know what changes inside of me, but I manage to turn and force my feet to move, but I make it a couple feet before my body’s slamming against the ground. He’s tackled me and my heart’s racing intensely in my chest while his fists collide with the sides of my face. I scream, but it comes out disoriented. I probably sound like a wounded animal.

  I try to fight him off, only he’s far too strong for me. He holds my wrist with one hand and removes his belt with his other. Using the belt, he wraps it around my wrists and raises my arms over my head while pulling a knife from his pocket.

  “You move them, and I’ll slit your throat,” he threatens. His voice sends tremors along my spine in fear.

  My attacker lowers the knife and rips through my costume at my breast and then further down my body. He again flips the knife down between my legs and a pressure releases while a gush of air hits me in my most sensitive area. God, this can’t be happening. This can’t be my reality right now. I hear the blood in my veins rushing through me. I can’t let him do this without a fight. I wither backward unsuccessfully.

  I go still when he runs the edge of the blade along my pelvis, above my panties. My heart goes rampant when the sharp side of it slices against my skin while the dull, flat side glides down between my legs. He rips my shredded panties from my body and chuckles.

  Lifting my panties to his face, he inhales the scent of them and grins. My eyes widen at the sight of the tattoo on his forearm. It looks familiar, but I don’t know where I’ve seen it before. Leaning forward, he shoves the fabric into my mouth.

  “Now, let the fun begin. You’re a pretty thing and I’m going to enjoy marking you,” he cackles maniacally.

  I scream around the panties filling my mouth when he pulls out a lighter and lights a cigarette. His weight settles fully on my legs while he takes a puff of the blasted thing and then lowers it to my chest, where he proceeds to burn it into my skin.

  Tears well in my eyes and I’m unable to avoid what’s about to happen.

  Why is this happening to me?

  I try to get my mind to go somewhere else. Anywhere else, but it’s hard to focus on anything else when this monster burns my flesh and taunts me with what he’s going to do to my body.

  I scream and cry through the whole thing, praying that when this is all said and done, I will somehow survive while living with the memories of my body being violated.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Dex

  Ember texted me really late a couple nights ago, so late, in fact, I thought she was pissed at me and didn’t text me when she got home. I didn’t even wake up to a text message the following day and something still doesn’t feel right to me. After I grabbed my coffee, I walked over to her dorm and expected to catch her before she heads out to class. Only, the second I rap my knuckles against her door, Cara answers it in her usual rocker girl ensemble.

  “Dex, what’re you doing here so early?” Cara eyes me up and down.

  “It’s not early, Cara. It’s ten.” I want to roll my eyes but refrain from doing so. “Anyway, is Ember here?” Ember doesn’t usually leave until about thirty past ten on Wednesdays for her biology course. It’s one of the few classes we don’t have together.

  Cara narrows her eyes at me. “No, I thought she was with you?”

  I shake my head. “Nope.”

  Cara looks down at the floor and pushes her lip to the side, making me think she’s concerned about something. “She’s been acting weird, Dex.”

  Immediately, my worries triple. “What do you mean weird?” She needs to give me more than that.

  Shifting on her feet, Cara answers me. “I don’t know, Dex. She seems depressed, I guess?”

  As much as I want to believe Cara, she isn’t really convincing me she knows what’s wrong with Ember. I thought it’s been a bit odd I haven’t heard from her, but we’re in the middle of midterms. I figured she was just getting some extra studying time in. “Can you tell me what she’s been acting like?” There must be something she’s doing that makes Cara believe something’s up.

  “Sure, come on in.” Cara holds the door open for me, and I walk in. She takes a seat on her bed, and I sit down on Ember’s bed, place my hands on my knees and look into Cara’s eyes. I need to know what’s going on and what I don’t need is for Cara to be beating around the bush. I need her to be straight with me.

  “So, she’s . . . she seems so down, Dex. I don’t know how to explain it. It’s like there’s a dark cloud hanging over her. She doesn’t want to talk, she doesn’t want to leave, but when I woke up, she wasn’t here this morning, so there’s that. She’s been skipping classes. I could go on and on.”

  She’s been skipping classes? What the hell? That’s not like her at all. I’ve barely seen her, but she hasn’t been skipping the classes we have together. She’s been around but a bit absent-minded.

  The door to their dorm comes open and Ember walks in, wearing a long-sleeve shirt and a pair of those tight things. I called them yoga pants once, but Ember corrected me. I just can’t remember what the ladies call them these days right now.

  Ember’s eyes widen as she looked at us in shock. “What’s going on here?”

  I sense a bit of attitude behind her tone, so instead of letting Cara answer, I dive straight in. “I’ve been waitin’ for you to come back here so we could chat. Cara was nice enough to let me inside while I waited.”

  Ember looks over to Cara and Cara rises, looking between the two of us. “I need to get going anyway, so I’ll chat with you guys later.” Cara wastes no time leaving the dorm room so Ember and I can talk.

  Ember sucks in a deep breath before she steps further into the dorm room. She comes to her bed and takes a seat on it, though she keeps a couple feet away from me. Fuck, is she trying to break up with me or somethin’? I know what we have is new and everything, but I like what we are together. It could make sense since she’s been so quiet the last few days. Come to think of it, she’s only spoken to me when she’s had to in class a
nd whatnot, but now that I’m here with her, I see how upset she is—Cara’s right. There is a cloud over her.

  “You don’t seem like yourself.” I’m as honest as I can be with her, knowing if I’m not, this could all backfire.

  Ember clears her throat and nods. “I know. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be so . . . reserved.”

  I shift in my position on her bed and it’s like all the color from her skin vanishes as if I’ve terrified her like I’m some sort of serial killer from a fictional movie. “Ember, what’s going on? You don’t . . . You don’t ever flinch like that with me.”

  Flinching.

  “She gets scared real easy. Don’t think anythin’ of it, Dex. It’s just ‘cause of what happened to her at Stonewall. Ruby gets really freaked out by sudden movements. I think it’s PTSD from that night.”

  Zorro’s voice comes back to me in my mind, words from when I scared the fuck outta Ruby that one time. I thought the woman was gonna have a heart attack. Then I realize the day. It’s November 3rd. She’s been acting weird since Halloween.

  Ruby was raped on Halloween last year . . . and it clicks.

  She went to a party, and on her way home, she was attacked in the woods. I shut my eyes and breathe slowly for a minute, praying I didn’t fuck up by letting her go alone. I’d been so focused on other shit that I didn’t give it a second thought. Upon opening my eyes, I look right at her and swallow before I ask her what I’m thinking since she still hasn’t answered me.

  We both stare at each other as tears begin spilling from the corners of her eyes.

  “Were you . . .” I can’t bring myself to ask her what I’m thinking. My voice disappears as I try to form words.

  “A man attacked me in the woods on Halloween,” Ember spits out the truth with a look of fear in her eyes. She’s tightening her fists so hard I can obviously see her knuckles turning white. “He . . . he came up from behind me and before I knew it, I . . . I couldn’t get away. I was too afraid and then he was cutting my clothes off with a knife and it happened, and I . . . I tried to tell you before, but I was so afraid. I was so scared you wouldn’t want to even look at me after it happened.” Ember looks down to the ground and wraps her arms around herself.