The Ritual: A Dark College Romance

I SIT IN my car, watching her through the windshield. It’s like old times again. Back when I followed her around for those two weeks. Before I wanted her to know she was going to be mine.

She gets out of the car, wearing a white halter top sundress with dark purple heels and a black umbrella to shield her from the steady rain while the man grabs her three bags out of the trunk.

Interesting.

Blakely thinks I won’t find her. I could have saved her the time and trouble packing those because she won’t be wearing a goddamn thing while we’re away. Well, other than handcuffs and maybe a blindfold.

She walks up the stairs to board her father’s private jet, and I grab the bag out of the passenger seat before getting out of my car. Throwing it over my shoulder, I make my way onto the plane, shaking off the rain that’s covered me, looking around. Her father has a jumbo private double-decker jet that can sit up to fifty people. It’s got white carpet with white leather seats along with brown wood and gold trim—it looks every bit of the millions of dollars it cost him.

“Oh, hello, sir.” A bleach-blonde flight attendant who can’t be older than twenty-one greets me with a smile. Her brown eyes look me up and down. “I didn’t know we had another guest. Would you like a towel to dry off?”

“Where is she?” I ask, ignoring her and getting to the point.

“The back suite, sir,” she answers, her eyes falling to my limp dick inside my jeans.

“Ask her if she would like some champagne,” I order.

She nods and walks to the back of the plane, pushing open a door. I hear the blonde ask, “Would you like a pre-flight drink, ma’am? We’ve got some champagne.”

“Yes, please.” I hear Blake’s sweet voice. Almost song like. She’s quite proud of herself. I can’t wait to see the look on her face when she sees me.

“Of course.” She closes the door and comes back to me.

I pop open a bottle of champagne and pour it into a flute. Then I remove the clear vial out of my pocket and dump all the contents into the drink. Taking a knife, I stir it around and then wipe it off on my already wet jeans. Picking it up, I hold it out for the blonde to take.

She looks at me wide-eyed. They drop to the flute, and she swallows nervously, running her hands down her tight black pencil skirt.

“Problem?” I ask.

“No.” She shakes her head. “Uh, no, sir.” Reaching out, she takes it from my hand and goes back to the bedroom. Leaving the door open, I hear their exchange. “Here you go, Miss Anderson.”

“Thank you.”

“My pleasure.” She closes the door and walks back over to me, nervously tucking an imaginary piece of hair behind her ear.

“You’re fired,” I tell her.

“What?” Her wide eyes meet mine. “But …”

“Get your stuff and get the fuck off this plane.” I lean into her and hear her inhale sharply. “Or I’ll throw you out at fifty thousand feet.”

Pulling away, she grabs a purse and all but runs off the jet before the door closes.

I pull my cell out of my back pocket and send a text to Phil.

Me: I just fired your flight attendant. I’ll hire someone else who is more capable of doing their job. And by the way, here are the new coordinates to give to your pilot. Gunner and I are crashing the girls’ trip.

Then I turn it off before pocketing it once again. The blonde bimbo has no fucking clue who I am, yet she watched me drug Blake’s drink and then served it to her. For all she knows, I’m taking her to another country and selling her into sex slavery for one fucking dollar or a million dollars.

That was a test, and she failed.

One of the things I learned as a Lord is if you give someone enough rope they always hang themselves.

I make it to the back of the room. Turning the knob, I open the door slowly to make sure she doesn’t spot me right off the bat.

Blakely stands at the end of the bed that is pushed up against the right wall. To the left is a desk and next to it is another door to the private bathroom. She has her back to me while she digs through a black and white Dior bag. My eyes go to the empty champagne flute on the desk.

“We need to have a discussion about you taking drinks from strangers.”

She jumps, spinning around, and the action makes her dress fly up, showing me her bubble ass in the process. Placing her hand on her chest, she gasps. “Jesus, Ryat! What the fuck are you doing here?” Her blue eyes scan the large space as if I didn’t come alone. “How did you find me?”

Entering the room, I close the door behind me and lean up against it, blocking her only exit. Even though she’ll be unconscious in a matter of minutes. “You know, I’m offended on how little credit you give me.”

She snorts. “Please …” Stepping forward, she stumbles but rights herself before falling, regaining her balance. Her eyes shoot to mine.

“Feeling okay?” I ask, not sounding the least bit concerned.

Her hand goes to her head, and my eyes drop to her bare legs. “I’m assuming you wore that dress for me. Since I’d never let you leave the house wearing it.” It dips low in the front, showing me her round perfect fucking tits. I just want to yank it down and suck on them. Mark them with my handprints. She loves when I slap them. Gets her so wet. Another reason it needs to be burned.

“Ryat …” She blinks, trying to get her eyes to focus. “Did you … drug me?”

“I did.”

She steps into me, tripping again, and I catch her.

“Be careful. Don’t hurt yourself.” Spinning us around, I push her back into the closed door and pin her against it with my body, holding her up. “That’s my job.”

She whimpers, her heavy eyes blinking. “What? What are you going to do?” She licks her lips. Her mouth getting dry.

“Whatever I want,” I remind her of our agreement.

“You cheated,” she whispers. “Somehow …”

“I’m winning,” I correct her. “And you, Blake …” I reach up and run my hand through her hair. “You are my prize.”

Her long, black lashes flutter, and her eyes fall closed. This time, they don’t open again. Her body goes slack against mine, and I pick her up before placing her on the bed.

I roll her onto her stomach and shove her dress high up on her waist, exposing a light pink cotton thong. I yank it down her legs and place them in my pocket before removing her heels. Then I grab one of the white pillows off the bed and prop it up under her hips, sticking her ass up in the air. Going over to the only bag I brought, I pull out the black silicone plug before crawling onto the bed and sitting between her parted legs.

I run my hands up and down the back of her smooth thighs, digging my fingers into her skin and massaging them. I can’t get enough of her. I want to fuck her every second of every day. And what little sleep I get, I dream about her.

She’s become my newest obsession.

I make my way to her pussy and push a finger in to see how wet she is. Not nearly enough.

Getting up onto my knees, I unzip my jeans, pulling out my dick. It’s so fucking hard. Has been ever since she told me she wanted me to chase her. My girl likes to play games.

I spit into my right hand and wrap it around the base of my dick while sticking my other thumb in my mouth to get it wet. Readjusting myself between her legs, I spread them farther apart, her ass and pussy up in the air for me to play with.

I begin to stroke my hard cock while my free hand goes to her ass. I rub my thumb over her puckered hole before gently pushing it into her. I groan at how tight it is. How fucking good it’s going to feel when I take it from her later.

My breathing picks up, and so does the rhythm on my dick. My hand tightens to the point it’s almost painful, and I hiss in a breath.

Removing my thumb, I bend over and spit on her ass so I can replace it with a finger. Working it in and out until I decide to add another.

Looking over her body lying before me makes my balls tighten. I love that she lets me play with her however I want.

I pull my fingers out and push them back into her. My eyes are glued to her ass, giving way to allow me entrance. I moan, thinking about how good it’s going to feel. My balls tighten, and my body stiffens while I stroke my dick a couple of times and remove my fingers quickly before coming all over her ass and pussy.

Panting, I reach over to the plug and run it up and down between her legs, coating the black silicone in my cum. Then I spread her ass wide and gently push it into her.

“Anything I want,” I say out loud as if she can hear me.

Sitting back, I look down at it. Her pretty shaved pussy and the black diamond poking out of her ass.

That’s all mine!

“Beautiful.” Her body is as relaxed as it’ll ever be right now. This is the perfect time to get her ready for what I’m going to take later. I’ll make sure she’s awake for that. A sick part of me wants it to hurt, and I know a part of her will like it.

That’s just who my girl is.

Removing the pillow from underneath her hips, I lay her flat on the bed and lie down beside her. Pushing the hair from her face, I rub my knuckles down the side of her cheek, thinking about the look on Matt’s face when he sees her at the ceremony with my ring on her finger, knowing she’s going to be mine forever.

He’ll realize I’m not one to play fucking games with because I always win.

BLAKELY

I GROAN, PUSHING my face into a soft pillow that smells of lavender. Rolling onto my back, I open my heavy eyes and look up to see an unfamiliar matte black ceiling. “What?” My eyes take a second to focus. On the opposite wall is a see-through fireplace with a TV hanging above it. To the right is a sliding glass door. Squinting, I see nothing but trees and what looks like snow on the other side of it.

“What happened?” I ask myself, my hand coming up to my head. It’s all so foggy, and everything is sore. Like maybe I got really drunk and fell down a flight of stairs. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve done that. I can be a klutz.

“I found you.”

Looking over to the open bedroom door, I see Ryat leaning up against the doorway. His arms crossed over his chest, dressed in a pair of jeans and a white hoodie with the sleeves pushed up to show his toned forearms. The color makes his skin look even tanner than it already is. His emerald eyes are bright, and his lips twitch as if he wants to smile but refuses to allow himself that simple gesture to let me know he’s having fun.

“You cheated,” I say, and his eyes fall to my chest. Looking down, I realize I’m naked. “Where’s my dress?” I ask, running my hands over my stomach. I’m not even going to ask about my underwear. I’m sure he ripped those.

“Burned it,” he answers with no remorse.

“Ryat,” I growl, watching as he pushes off the doorway and stalks over to the bed. His eyes slowly rove over my exposed body, and his tongue comes out to run across his lips. “You can’t keep burning my clothes.” I try to sound like it matters that he scorched an expensive dress, but by the way his eyes are heating up my body, I don’t really give a fuck what he did to it.

When I sit up, the room spins, but I freeze when I feel something. “What—?” I trail off when that smile he was holding back appears on his face.

He arches a brow. “Something wrong?”

“What did you do?” I ask, terror gripping my chest at the feel of my ass. There’s something there.

He reaches his hand up, rubbing his freshly shaven jaw. “It’s what I’m going to do.”

Shoving him out of my way, I fumble to get out of the bed, but my knees wobble, throwing my body into his.

Reaching up, he grips my hair and yanks my head back, holding me in place. I hiss in a breath, his force making me stumble on shaky legs, but his free hand wraps around my waist, pulling me into him to hold me up. Lowering his lips to my neck, he whispers, “You need to take it easy, little one. You’re still coming down off your sedative.”

Once he lets go of me, I make my way to the bathroom. There’s a long counter with his and her sinks at either end. Below the countertop is nothing but matte black-painted drawers. There are three rows running down and four across. The countertop is white marble to match the floor. Lights line the top of the tall mirror, making me blink my sensitive eyes.

Turning on the far sink to the right, I bend over but pause. My eyes shoot to his in the mirror when he enters behind me, my heart picking up. “Ryat?” My voice shakes nervously.

I reach around just as he steps up behind me. He grabs my wrists and slams his body into mine, pushing me down onto the white marble counter. I let out a shaky breath, the motion brushing my hair across the smooth surface. “Ryat?” I ask, my heart now racing.

“Shh,” he breathes against the side of my head. Letting go of me, he stands up but places his hand on my back to keep me bent over.

His free hand goes between my legs, and he pushes on my ass, and I feel something … inside me? I tense.

“Have I done anything to you that you haven’t enjoyed?” He muses.

“No.” My heart is pounding, and my mind is trying to think of what the fuck happened while I was out.

“Do you trust me?” he asks, and I feel pressure where I’ve never felt it before.

“Yes,” I whimper, now panting. I trust Ryat more than I do anyone else, and even I understand how sad that is.

“While you were out, I put a butt plug in your ass.”

“You what?” I shriek and try to get up, but his hand on my back prevents it.

“Calm down.” He slaps my thigh, and I yelp. “I’m going to fuck your ass, Blake. It’s time I get what’s mine.”

Gripping my hair, he yanks me to stand, pulling my back to his front. His free hand wraps around my throat from behind, forcing me to lift my chin.

The new position has me feeling the plug. I groan at the way it presses into me. So unfamiliar, yet also good at the same time. I can feel it not only in my ass, but also in my pussy. The thought of it just being there makes me feel even more submissive to him.

“Contrary to what you believe, I don’t want to hurt you, Blake,” he says, his eyes boring into mine in the mirror. “I had to stretch that tight ass in order to get it ready for my cock.”

I swallow against his hand. My ass tightening on its own, squeezing it to see if it’s truly there. And why the thought turns me on. I already feel so full, I can’t imagine what he will feel like inside me.

“I promise it will feel good.” He kisses my cheek as if reading my mind.

Tears start to sting my eyes, but I understand what he’s saying. And a part of me wants to give it to him. Wants him to take it. It’s the fucked-up part that Matt was ashamed of. “I trust you,” I manage to whisper.

“That’s my good girl.” He runs his lips along my face to my ear, where he nibbles on it, making me groan. Pulling away, he meets my eyes in the mirror once again. “Stay right here.” Then he turns and walks out of the bathroom.

I bend over a little, tightening my ass once again and feeling the plug inside. It feels good but also uncomfortable at the same time. I have an urge to push it out, but I don’t. Instead, I place my hands on the edge and try to calm my breathing.

He returns seconds later with rope hanging from his hands. Blood rushes in my ears when he places his hand on my back and pushes my chest onto the counter. Then he grips my hips pulling them away from the edge a little, leaving some open space.

“Spread your legs,” he orders, slapping my ass.

Sweat begins to bead on my forehead. Swallowing, I spread them the best I can, knowing that he’s about to have his way with my ass, and he’s going to make me like it.