The Ritual: A Dark College Romance

FUCK ME!

She’s got her makeup done heavier than usual. Black eye shadow with thick and long fake lashes. They look like spiderwebs on the top with black liner. It makes her blue eyes stand out even more. Her lips are painted a deep red.

My eyes drop to her neck. She’s got makeup on it as well. She’s made it look like her neck has been slit from one side to the other. Fake blood runs from the wound and spills over her breasts, displayed by her low-cut dress. In the middle of her chest is an upside-down cross—just like above the man entrance of the cathedral.

Reaching out, I run my knuckles down it and slide my hand into her dress, feeling what I already knew—she’s not wearing a bra.

Arching a brow at her, I say. “You’re really asking for it, aren’t you?”

“Maybe.” She places the straw back to her lips and sucks on it.

“It’s missing some accessories.”

She quits sucking on her straw and frowns at me. “Like what?”

Leaning into her, I lower my lips to her ear. “That open-mouth gag with your body covered in your own drool and my cum.” Pulling back, I look down at her, and she swallows.

Fuck, she looks amazing! That dress ripped to shreds on the floor, her body tied, naked and gagged in the bunker ready for me to use sounds perfect. I’d much rather spend my night with her like that than here.

Her eyes drop to my black jeans, and the outline of my hard cock is on full display. “Yeah,” I tell her, and she looks up at me. “My cock is as hard as your pussy is wet.” I’m sure.

“Ryat.” Shoving my chest, she laughs, thinking I’m joking.

I grab her hand and yank her to me, her body crashing into mine. Lifting my hand, I cup her cheek, my thumb softly running over her painted lips. “I know what you’re doing.”

“And?” she whispers, opening her lips. Her tongue slides between her lips, sucking it into her mouth.

“It’s working.” I growl.

Pulling back, I pop my thumb out, and she smiles up at me. “You can prove that later.” Then she turns, giving me her back to talk to Sarah.

BLAKELY

I WALK ACROSS the backyard, my heels sinking into the soft ground. It’s cold out here, but I needed a second to catch my breath. It was getting hot and crowded inside the house. We’ve been here for over an hour and the music is too loud. Ryat was talking to Gunner and Prickett, so I took a second to get away.

Looking over to my left, I see the truck and trailer hauling people into the woods for the scary hayride. Ahead of me, at the back of the property is where they’ve set up a haunted house with mirrors. I plan on making Ryat take me on all of them at some point tonight.

Lifting my newest drink that Ryat made me, I take a sip and come to a stop when I hear laughter to my right.

“Tyson.” A girl squeals.

Squinting, I see him picking up a woman and throwing her over his shoulder. He walks her toward the tree line, and I find myself following them. I stop when they do, making sure to stay far enough away where they can’t see me through the heavily wooded area.

He drops her to her feet, and she throws her blond hair over her shoulder, looking up at him. He tosses back his drink before dropping the now empty cup to the ground. “On your knees.” Tyson orders her. “Legs tucked underneath you.”

My lips pucker, sucking on my straw, making myself more comfortable and leaning against a tree.

She does as she’s told, kicking off her heels first and then dropping to her knees in her mini dress, her ass sitting on the heels of her feet. She’s got cat ears on top of her head—her nose is pink painted on the end and black whiskers are on her cheeks with her black eye shadow and thick liner, completing the cat look.

Tyson reaches down and unfastens his belt, he rips it from the beltloops, and I take another drink, staring like a peeping tom. Kneeling in front of her, he slides the leather belt underneath her shins and the ground, bringing it around her legs on top of her thighs, pulling it tightly, making her whimper.

I can see her skin pulling from here. Pressing on her shoulders he pushes her back into the skinny tree he’s got her kneeling in front of. He stands and grabs a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket.

I suck on my straw some more, the burn no longer even bothering me. I’ve lost count on how many I’ve had since we arrived.

“Left arm.” He demands and she lifts it to him without question. He wraps the cuff around her wrists tightening it to the point it makes her cry out. Her chest rising and falling quickly. Holding it up, he walks behind her, pulling it behind the skinny tree. “Other one.” he snaps his fingers, and she lifts it as well behind herself. Tyson fastens that one, cuffing them above her head and behind the tree. The position has her body pulled tight, chest pushing out, her heavy breathing can be heard from where I stand.

He walks back around in front of her and kneels, running his knuckles down her face. She leans into it, her lips parting and her tongue darts out before he pushes two fingers into her mouth. She gags, her chest heaving before he pulls them out and slaps her across the face, making her whimper.

My pussy pulses and I take another drink. I should go …

“Open.” He commands and she parts her lips again for him. “Good girl.” He praises her and I swallow, my thighs clenching. Shoving two fingers into her mouth again, he slowly runs them over her tongue that she sticks out for him.

Taking another drink, it slurps, and I freeze, hoping that they didn’t hear that. The way he’s finger-fucking her mouth and she’s gagging; I’d say that they didn’t hear a thing. “Keep your mouth open.” He orders, pulling them out and standing. He unzips his jeans.

Nope! I turn around to run inside, but hit a wall, making me yelp.

“Shh,” A hand goes to my hair and gently pulls my head up to look in a set of green eyes.

It’s Ryat. Fuck! “I …”

“Shh,” He whispers, his eyes looking up and over my head and I know he can see what I was watching. “You want to watch them?” He asks, his eyes lowering back down to mine.

I shake my head but can’t make myself say the words. My numb lips refusing to lie right now.

He pulls away from me and spins me around with his hands on my shoulders. I see the girl still kneeling and cuffed with Tyson standing in front of her, a black combat boot on either side of her restrained legs. He has one hand in her hair, forcing the ears to hang off the side, while the other grips the base of his cock that is in her open mouth.

“Ryat …” I whisper.

“It’s okay.” His deep voice assures me before I feel him lowering his lips to my ear. “I don’t care if you watch them. I care if someone watches me fuck you.”

Swallowing, I feel his hand reach around and slowly pull up my dress. His fingers going between my legs, pulling my underwear to the side.

“Watch him fuck her mouth, Blake while I play with your cunt.”