Chapter 26

Chapter Twenty-Six

SERAFINA

I’m full.

And I’m not talking about the feeling after eating a meal. I’m talking about…

My fucking body.

Tyrant’s giant cock slides in and out of me at the speed he dictates by the way he moves me up and down on top. His hands hold my ass… and speaking of my ass …

The butt plug isn’t some large toy up there or anything, but still, there’s something up there . Something inside me back there .

That teardrop shape is somehow perfectly designed to slide right and have a certain kind of width that makes me feel tingly. A forbidden kind of tingle. My body pulses, unsure if I want to keep the object inside me or not. It’s a forever battle, tangled up between desire, fantasy, and what the fuck is going to happen next?

Tyrant moves his right hand to my lower back and holds there as his left hand slides up my body. I arch back a little, offering my chest, wanting him to take it. I want him to grab my breasts. I want him to squeeze, pinch, slap, bite.

Oh, fuck, what is happening to me right now?

I stare into those cruel eyes of his. He’s all but confessed he has just come from fucking another woman. And here he is, several inches deep inside my body. Reaching uncharted depths, touching areas that only exist in the flirty pages of some magazine that convinces women they need to cook, shave, and how to use their tongues when sucking cock to make a guy come quick.

Tyrant’s hand goes for my throat once more.

“There’s more than you’ll ever know, Sera,” he says. “More than I can tell you. More than you can possibly imagine. You’ll never understand who we are and what we’re destined to become. When I tell you we control the world, I mean it.”

He pulls me down and thrusts up, smacking his body hard against mine. He holds me there and allows the middle finger of his right hand to slide down and press against the end of the plug. He wiggles it left to right, sending pressure filled pulses through my backside.

“There are women out there who never get what they want or need, so they pay for it,” Tyrant explains. “They confide in, let’s call it a company to help out.”

“Male escorts,” I whisper.

“Not quite,” he says. “We just provide an opportunity. Much darker than someone looking for a fuck.”

His hands slides up my back and next thing I know my chest is in his face. His teeth grab hold of my right nipple and I cry out. I suddenly fantasize about him biting so hard I bleed. Or better yet… I’m pierced.

I catch myself lowering my right hand so I can feel his nipple piercing. Yes, I’m obsessed with it. That fucking piercing of his.

I grit my teeth as the pain surges through my entire breast. Tyrant finally opens his mouth. I look down at him.

“We never know their names,” he says. “We call it fantasy . I was put up to it as punishment for what happened at your ceremony.”

“What happened…?”

“While you were resting, there was a confrontation. Leave it at that.”

He fought with Des. Because of me. Over me.

“It was both of us, plus others in masks,” Tyrant says. “At the fantasy . She wanted to be stripped naked by multiple men. In the dark. But not pitch black. She wanted to see shadows. Silhouettes. She wanted to be thrown to the ground. Kicked around a little bit.”

I gasp. “You…”

“Keep your fucking mouth shut,” he snaps at me.

He’s… violent…

Extremely violent.

Murderous even?

“She wanted it,” Tyrant whispers in a growl. “She paid for it. She wanted to fantasize but feel safe. That’s what we gave her.”

Tyrant grunts as he fucks me harder. My fingers play with his nipple piercing.

He looks down at my hand. “You really like my piercing, don’t you?”

“I fucking love it,” I groan.

“Bite it then,” he tells me. “Bite it and fucking pull. Hard .”

His hands go up into my hair and he pulls me down toward his chest. Right to his nipple. His skin is sweaty and smells it too. That musky odor. Manly. He smells hard, which makes no sense at all, but it’s the only word that comes to mind.

My mouth opens and I greedily grab for his nipple piercing. This is my fantasy now.

I have his thick cock slamming in and out of me with ease. I’m pumping my hips, desperate to match his speed, wanting to take care of him. All the while my mouth is now tasting the metal of his nipple piercing. My lips and my tongue rolling left to right against it.

“Bite,” he orders. “Now! Hard!”

I clamp down with force and pull, growling in my throat as I do so. My brain tells me not to hurt him but I ignore that voice. I feel his hand press against the back of my head, forcing me to ease up on him. I open my mouth and look up at him. Here I am, the one gasping for a breath. His nipple piercing touching my bottom teeth.

Tyrant pulls my lower half down and holds me there. His cock buried as deep as can possibly be. My body shaking and shivering, so fucking full . The plug still inserted into my ass, throbbing around the foreign yet welcomed object.

“This is what else that happened, claimed one ,” he says in a deep voice. “She was on her hands and knees, naked. She wanted to get fucked by strangers. Fucked hard. Fucked fast and aggressive. Everyone had their orders, including me.”

My entire body tenses up.

I want to ask yet I don’t want to ask.

I want to know but I can’t know.

Not unless he…

“I didn’t fuck her,” Tyrant says. “I didn’t let her suck my cock either. But I did grab her hair. With both hands. And I pumped her mouth back and forth on someone’s cock. I’m not even sure who it was. I gagged her by using someone’s cock.”

With that said, he smacks my ass with both hands and spreads my cheeks wide. He slides his body down a little, giving himself a better angle at my body. And he has his way with me. Fucking me harder and faster than he ever has before.

Fucking me senseless.

Fucking me into a sense of oblivion.

Fucking me until it hurts and tears fill my eyes… and the entire time I’m smiling, wanting more.

I’m once again face down on the bed. Naked. Numb. Yet tingling. I can’t move and my heart is pounding inside my chest.

Standing at the edge of the bed, Tyrant is fully naked still. Even with his cock flaccid, his length and girth are toe-curling worthy.

I feel fingertips graze my lower back. I groan and lift my ass, ready for more. Tyrant grabs the butt plug and begins to pull. I’ll be honest, for a second, I forgot it was still in there. The exit is as pressure filled as the entrance of it. My body adjusts, widening as need be to allow the fat middle area to stretch and pop free. There’s even a small wet sound as it happens.

I clench, pucker, and the backs of my legs tighten. I have no clue where Tyrant puts the plug.

“I’m figuring out a list in my head, Sera,” Tyrant says. “Names of who could be after you. I’m going to handle this my way. You’re not going to like it. And I don’t give one fuck about that. I’ll find out who tried to kill you and who threatened you. I’m going to kill them.”

I know he means it. He’s given me no reason not to believe that’s what he’ll do. Things are becoming a little bit clearer about Sinners Academy . The unspoken truths and the unspoken hierarchy of this place.

“Sleep, claimed one ,” Tyrant says.

I feel his hand touch my right ass cheek. I purr. My eyes are tired, heavy, and quite honestly, I’m aching right down to my soul. I’ve never felt such intense pleasure before. Orgasms that strike without warning. Multiple orgasms too. And Tyrant just never seems to stop fucking me either. Tongue, fingers, cock…

I fall asleep easily. A short while later my body suddenly jumps and I’m awake. I look over my shoulder and see Tyrant sitting in a chair, next to the bed. He’s still naked. Fully naked. His cock rests up and on his left leg. His nipple piercing looking hotter and as delicious as ever. I’m tempted to ask him for permission to masturbate but I’m too weak to speak, let alone reach between my legs and touch myself.

My eyes shut again. I feel Tyrant watching me. I’m scared.

I feel safe.