EIGHT

GARETT

T he air is cold and damp. It clings to me and sends a shiver down my shoulders and arms. The evening air smells like decaying pumpkins and impending rain. A group of giggling kids runs down the sidewalk in front of me, their colorful costumes on full display. I hate this holiday. If the roots of mayhem and mischief were still the main focus of celebration, I'd be all kinds of on board. But as it is, it's just a cold and wet evening where kids run around in ridiculous outfits demanding candy from strangers. Not my thing.

Once I finally claim my beauty, I'm taking her and getting the fuck out of here. Maybe we'll run away to somewhere tropical where it's always warm. The thought of her splayed out in nothing but a tiny bikini has my cock twitching in my pants.

I've spent the majority of the afternoon sitting in this parking lot. From my spot in the back row I have a perfect view of both Celeste's classroom windows and the front door of the school. Her classroom is currently one of the few with the windows still illuminated, most people having left at this point.

Lights in another classroom down the hallway grab my attention, the bright beam breaking through the darkening dusk and calling out to me. I dare a glance in that direction and my eyes lock on the figure of a woman inside. My heart rate skyrockets and my mouth goes dry. A pit forms in my stomach and it feels like snakes are constricting my insides. I know she's in there and it's taking everything inside me not to storm inside the building right now. My hand itches to grab my knife that's stored safely in my pocket.

The figure moves across the room and the lights turn off, bathing her in darkness. I force my eyes away. Willing myself to calm down, I take several deep breaths in and out. I can't have any distractions. Tonight is important, critical even. I need everything to go according to plan.

Luke's red Audi flies into the spot next to mine, coming to a screeching halt.

Damn show-off.

"Hey man, happy Halloween! How's it going?" Luke opens the door and starts to slide into my passenger seat before noticing all the trash littering the black leather surface. "Dude, how long have you been sitting here?"

"None of your fucking business," I grumble as I swipe the trash off the seat and onto the floorboard.

Luke simply laughs. We've been friends long enough that he knows how to deal with me when I get in one of my moods, especially when it's related to her.

"You got the phone?" I question as I hold out my hand to him, my eyes still trained on the building in front of me.

He responds by slapping the iPhone into my awaiting palm. He must have come up for air, out of Celeste's friend's pussy, long enough to swipe this off its owner. Perfect. I swipe up on the screen and find it's not even password protected.

Fucking dipshit.

"Hope it wasn't too hard of a job for you to retrieve this asshat's phone." I wink at him. My mood is suddenly much brighter now that our plan is moving forward.

"Fuck man, your girl's friend is one kinky bitch. I'd gladly drown in her pussy any day. She has a whole chest full of toys in her room and I barely got to use any of them. I have a feeling I'll be adding her into my regular rotation." He adjusts himself rather non-discreetly as he thinks about the little pink-haired bimbo. "Dude is still a complete fucking prick though. He only seemed interested in his own pleasure and not anyone else's. I hate that selfish fucker even more, which I didn't think was possible, but watching him try to just take from her had my blood boiling. He did really get in line when I started spanking him though."

Interesting. I store away that nugget of information about our pal Brody for a later time. I think I have a very good idea about how I can use that. But for now, I need to focus on Celeste.

"And he really didn't recognize you?" I question as I flip through the phone, looking for anything I can use. That part of the plan had been risky. If Brody had realized who he was then it could have ruined everything.

"Fucker was so focused on his own cock, I don't think he looked at my face once." Luke's face turns suddenly serious. "That part of the plan is done now, right? I'm not interested in sharing her again with him."

Usually Luke is not the possessive type. This whole situation is very interesting. But I need to focus. We have a plan for tonight and we have to stick to it.

Giving Luke a quick nod I turn my focus to the phone in my lap. I open Brody's phone to the contacts, and I put Celeste's number in his contacts under the name Hot Bitch From Jager. I then click the icon to send her a text.

Hey! I had a really great time with you and your cute friend the other night! Can I see you two, or even just you, again some time?

My angel responds almost immediately, which makes me irrationally angry. I glower at the illuminated window above us.

Sorry but who is this?

Brody. The guy from the dance floor at the Jager.

I see bubbles pop up, then disappear repeatedly. She better not respond that she wants to meet up with this fucker or I'll have to remind her exactly who she belongs to. He's already taken enough from me. He can't have her too. I was planning on taking it easy on her tonight, but if she's going to act like a little slut then I'll happily treat her like one.

The front door of the building opens, pulling my focus away from the phone in my hand, which I quickly shove into the center console. I hear Luke's breath hitch when he notices who's walking out of the building. I can see him appraising me out of the corner of my eye. He's no doubt wondering how I intend for this all to go down but he doesn't need to worry. I have it all worked out.

"You sure this is a good idea man?" His voice is laced with uncertainty. He needs to trust me. "You gonna' be able to actually go through with this?"

"Oh, I'm very sure. Now grab your mask. We have shit to fuck up."

From the shadows of the hallway outside Celeste's classroom, I have a perfect view of her round ass bending across her desk to reach something. My little angel is wearing a tight black pencil skirt that hugs her delicious curves. It's definitely not appropriate for a high school teacher. She paired it with an almost see-through satin button-down top. Is she dressed as a damn slut for Halloween? I wonder how many other men checked her out today? How many men looked at her sinful little body, fantasizing about what belongs to me? I squeeze my fists in anger at the thought.

She's been cleaning and organizing for some time now. The black, pointed witch's hat that she wore today is discarded on the floor by her purse. Her dark shimmery locks cascade down her back in soft curls. She repeatedly pushes her hair behind her ears as she works. She's frustrated and growing more and more frantic in her movements as time goes by. She reaches further as she attempts to grab a pen that's rolling away from her; the movement causes her skirt to hike up her thigh and exposes more of her flesh to me. Her skin is heavenly—it's pale and soft and just begging to be painted red. My cock takes notice of her exposed thighs and twitches in anticipation. I can smell her perfume from here. The combination of the floral and musk swirling together is intoxicating. The urge to barge into the room and pin her down to the desk while I lick every inch of her flesh is overwhelming. I've had her once already but the urge to take from her is completely consuming. This girl is trouble.

She turns to clean the whiteboard and I notice her thickly applied make-up. She has dark and shimmery shit on her eyes and brightly painted lips. They're as red as the Devil's dick and they would look fucking amazing wrapped around my cock. The image of her on her knees—make-up and cum running down her cheeks—flashes across my mind, causing my cock to swell further. She stretches up and down, cleaning her board and causing her luscious ass to jiggle. My hand twitches with the need to smack her round cheeks and watch the flesh ripple in response.

That's it, I've had enough watching. It's time to play.

Stepping out of the shadows and into the room, I make sure my mask is firmly in place.

"Happy Halloween, angel," I croon in a sing-song voice.

She spins, causing her hair to whip across her face. Her lips part into a shocked expression and I'm desperate to shove my entire length into her open mouth. But I need to show restraint. She sins so sweetly and I want to savor it. Her hazel eyes bulge in horror and it's intoxicating. I want to feast on every ounce of fear I can pull from her. Her fear, her pain, her tears—they are all mine tonight.

"Wha—what are you doing here?" she stammers as she backs into her desk, her plump ass cheeks hitting the edge of the wood.

Stalking towards her with my head cocked, I'm sure I must look absolutely terrifying, the Devil coming to collect his sacrificial lamb. I crowd her space, placing my hands on either side of the desk to cage her in. Leaning my head down to her neck I breathe in her scent—roses, and damp leaves, and something I can't quite place. I drag the hard plastic of my mask up and down, teasing the slender column of her neck. She shivers beneath me, causing me to grind my hips into her so she can feel exactly what she's doing to me.

"Has my angel been a naughty girl? This is a very slutty Halloween costume for a teacher to be wearing at school." I let my hands run over the fabric of her skirt, caressing her hips and thighs. The urge to rip her skirt open and cover those pale, creamy, thick thighs in bite marks is maddening.

She shoves me suddenly, catching me off balance. I stumble backwards. She takes the opportunity to run towards the side door of the room, the one that connects to another classroom. The door swings wide open with a bang. Standing in the doorway is a figure dressed in all black, tall and opposing, with a black and gold demon mask covering their face.

"Boo!" he bellows at her, causing her to shriek. Luke is right on time.

Celeste whips her head between the two doors in the room, both now guarded by monsters from Hell. My angel looks absolutely terrified, like a fawn caught in a predator's trap. She's going to have to learn that her fear only serves to fuel the fire of my desire.

I close the distance between us. I expect her to try to run, but she doesn't. She's frozen in terror. I wrap my hand around her delicate little neck and tilt her chin up, demanding her attention.

"You're going to be my sweet little angel and do exactly what I say, or I'll have to punish you," I tell her as I stroke my thumb along her plump red lips. They quiver beneath my touch.

I reach up with my free hand and push a stray strand of raven hair behind her ear. Her breathing is heavy and erratic, causing her chest to heave beneath the thin fabric of her top. The buttons look about ready to burst. Removing my hand from her neck, I place both hands on the neckline of her blouse before pulling it wide open. Buttons go flying and she screams.

"Scream all you want, angel. All it's doing is making me even harder for you."

Tears well in her beautiful hazel eyes as she stares up at my monstrosity. I take her all in and notice that with her shirt undone, her black lace bra is on full display.

"Such a slutty bra to wear to work. Was my little angel waiting for me to come and corrupt her today? Looking for a little Halloween mischief?" My fingers trace the outline of her bra in soft and teasing strokes. I see her nipples harden through the lace. "I'm happy to oblige." I bring my hand down swiftly on the top of her tits. The sharp slap turning her delicate and pale flesh a violently beautiful shade of red. It causes my cock to thicken in my pants.

"Stop it!" she yells as she attempts to hold her ruined shirt together. "I don't know who either of you are, or how you found me at work, but you need to go!"

"You didn't seem to mind me being around the other night as you swallowed my dick." I step into her again, cupping her cheek almost lovingly, as if we were sharing a tender moment.

She shoves me away again. "I mean it! You both need to leave or I'm calling the cops!"

Rage boils inside me that she'd dare threaten me. She clearly needs to be reminded who the fuck is in control here. I reach out and grab her wrist, hauling her towards me until her chest hits mine.

"You have the Devil standing in front of you, and you dare to tempt him?" I snarl down at her.

Without waiting for a response, I twist her arm behind her back. She lets out a sharp cry of anguish but I don't stop. She had her chance and she chose to be a brat. Now I'm going to teach her a lesson.

"Take off your belt and help me over here," I say to Luke over my shoulder as I walk Celeste to her desk.

With one hand still holding onto her restrained wrist, I swipe my other across the surface. Papers and pens go flying across the room.

"You motherfucker!" she snarls as she rages against me. It's no use, I'm too big and too strong for her to get any leverage. I'm almost a foot taller than her, even in her heels. She can fight me all she wants. All she's doing is wearing herself out. "I just spent hours cleaning that shit up!"

I place my feet between her legs and push on her arm, causing her to bend at the waist. Her top half slams against the hard surface of the desk. I grind my rock hard erection into her squirming ass. I have her pinned down and at my mercy, but it's not enough. I need her further restrained in order to do what I truly want to her.

"Use your belt to tie down her other arm," I instruct Luke.

He moves in and she turns completely feral trying to avoid him. My angel can clearly tell we have sinister intentions but her struggle is pointless. She's completely overpowered. Grabbing her left wrist, he pulls her arm taut before securing her to one leg of the desk. With my free hand, I remove my own belt and pull her right arm just as tightly over the edge of the desk, securing her second wrist to the other desk leg.

"Please! Please, wait. I'll be good! I won't call the cops, I swear!" she whines and begs. But it's no use.

"You've earned your punishment, and now you'll take it," I whisper to her as I stand and appraise my work. She's tightly secured to the surface of the desk, spread wide for me, ready for my sin. Her skirt hikes higher and higher up her spread thighs every time she tries to free herself. I lick my lips and watch as she flails in panic. She's going to look fucking delicious with her skin painted red for me.

"Let me go!" she seethes as she attempts to loosen the binds holding her down.

"I don't know. Demon, what do you think?" I run my hand up and down on the soft flesh of her ass as I address Luke. My other hand reaches into my pocket, my fingers wrapping around the handle of my knife. "Has she been a good girl or does she need to be taught to behave like a proper little slut?"

"She definitely needs to be taught a lesson." Luke's eyes are assessing our captive with a hungry gaze that I'm not sure I've ever seen in him before.

Swiftly I bring my hand down fast on the soft flesh of her ass. She cries out in response to me and grinds into the desk.

Interesting.

"Does my little slut like being spanked?" I ask as I gently caress her tender flesh.

"No!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, angel. Lying is a sin, you know." I bring my hand down again swiftly, spanking her twice in quick succession. She screams and curses profanities at me.

"Maybe you need to reword the question," Luke suggests as he cups her face and uses his thumb to smudge the make-up running down her pale cheeks. "Does being spanked make your pussy wet, sweetheart?"

I can't see her face fully from this angle but I can see her shake her head, refusing to acknowledge what a greedy little pain slut she truly is. The demonic grin splayed across the mask Luke has dawned is sinister and I can tell his gaze is focused solely on the feast of flesh spread out in front of us. My little angel is in for one hell of a night.

I pull the knife out of my pocket and let the blade flip out, then press the cold metal against the warm flesh of her inner thigh. She shrieks and flails when she realizes what's going on. Trying desperately to turn her head to see what I'm doing she pulls against the bindings, but she's tied down too tightly. Bringing the blade up to the slit in her skirt, I let it slide into the black fabric before pulling. The sound of clothing shredding fills the empty room. The ruined strips of her skirt pool around her hips as her exposed flesh is revealed.

"Oh, angel, you're wearing a matching set of lace lingerie? Did you wear them for me, hoping I'd show up and have my way with you again?" I snap her black lace thong against her skin and grind into her from behind. She gasps as I push my hard length against her folds.

"Or did you wear this for someone else? Were you expecting someone else to come corrupt you tonight?" I punctuate my question with another smack to her ass. It's turning a beautiful shade of pale rouge that calls to the animalistic demon inside me.

"No!" She screams her denial between sobs.

I lean my body over hers, my chest against her back. "I don't like sharing what belongs to me, angel. You've clearly been a bad little slut." I know it's not fair to punish her for not rebuffing fake Brody, which was actually me anyway, but rational thought has long since left this game. "And tell me, angel, what do bad girls get?"

She sobs and shakes her head, snapping her eyes shut. I grab her jaw tightly and hold her so she's forced to look at me as much as can from the awkward angle she restrained in. Tears are streaming down her face, her make-up ruined and smeared.

"I won't ask again. What do bad girls get?"

"Punished," she manages to choke out between sobs.

"That's right. Now be a good girl and take your punishment and then we'll let you pick which of your holes you want us to use, sweetness." Luke addresses her almost tenderly. I can see her tense at his words. Something about that statement triggered her. Good, she should be nervous around us.

I stand back up and rip her desk drawers open again, rummaging through all the junk. It's mostly trash and a plethora of battered school supplies. It appears as though my girl has a habit of chewing on her pens and pencils. That's a sign of anxiety. Interesting. Finally, I find what I'm looking for.

"I'm going to give you ten hits, angel, and I want you to count them for me. For each one you don't count out loud, you'll earn one extra." I explain as I run the flat edge of the metal ruler along her slightly pinkened cheeks.

Her ass has a warm glow to it from the several spanks I placed there, but it's not enough. I want to see red staining her pristine flesh while her cunt drips down her thighs. I want to hear her beg and moan. Just the thought has me almost coming in my pants.

"Understand that, sweetheart?" Luke asks as he cups her face again with one hand. His other rubs his growing erection through his pants. A woman tied up and completely at our mercy is exactly what he likes—a fact I'm very aware of. There's no way he won't want to participate in everything I have planned for tonight after this. I will have to make sure to keep an eye on him though. I need this plan to go off without any issues. I can't have him growing attached.

The sound of the metal cutting through the air is sharp—crisp almost. But the sound of it hitting her flesh is fucking heavenly. She lets out a gasp and squirms so hard the table shifts. The welt that blooms along her ass cheek is a thing of true depraved beauty. It's pain and pleasure written into her flesh.

"One!" she bursts out immediately, surprising us both.

"Good girl," I praise as I rub my palm softly against the pain I just caused her. She pushes back against my hand, eager for my touch. "Such a good girl for us, aren't you?" I let my soft touch soothe some of the pain I just inflicted, letting her know I want her pleasure just as much as her pain.

I let the ruler fly down again twice in quick succession. Deep red patches bloom on my girl's smooth skin.

Fuck. It's a fucking masterpiece.

"Two! Three!" she shrieks before sobbing.

"Look up," Luke growls at her, his pants now unzipped to make room for his very obvious erection. She obeys him immediately. "You are being such a good pain slut for us, aren't you?"

He strokes her cheek softly while I lay another strike against her with the ruler.

"Four!" Her cries are now throaty and desperate and absolutely delectable.

"Let's try this again." Luke crouches down in front of her face to speak to her. Usually I enjoy being completely in control but I'm curious where this is going so I allow him to take the lead and touch what belongs to me—for now. "Are you fucking wet for us right now, sweetheart?"

Yes, she fucking is. I can see the evidence of it soaking her tiny little thong. Slowly, with a choked sob, she nods her head in agreement. Luke nods as well before standing and handing me something. I stare down at the tiny black rubber object in my hand—a mini bullet vibrator. I can't help the smirk that spreads across my face. Luke's like some sort of sick fucking Boy Scout—always prepared for whatever shit we seem to get ourselves into.

"What do good girls get?" I ask her as I shove the tiny device swiftly between her folds, causing her to cry out and squirm.

"Re—rewards?" It's a question, not a statement. She's unsure of our intentions. Good, she should be. By the end of tonight, she'll be begging for Hell over another minute with me.

"That's right," I praise as I bring the ruler down against the very tops of her beautiful thick thighs, right at the same moment that Luke takes out his phone to turn on the vibrator.

Her shrieks and screams of pain and pleasure mingle into the most beautiful cacophony of sounds. The red marks across her ass and thighs are swollen and pulsating as I bend down and pull up my mask slightly to lick them. They're warm against my tongue. Something within me snaps and I know that by the end of the night her pain will be my sweetest sin.