BREAK - A Bad Boy Romance (95 page)

Chapter 16

MY HOUSE

19:30

THE FRONT DOOR WILL BE UNLOCKED - JUST COME INSIDE

IMMEDIETLY REMOVE ALL YOUR CLOTHES

PUT ON THE BLIND FOLD AND CAPE

THEN WAIT FOR INSTRUCTIONS

DO NOT REMOVE THE BLINDFOLD

DO NOT SPEAK A SINGLE WORD

I stared long and hard at it. Ah, David, my goofy boyfriend, who had made it to 21 years of age without learning how to spell a damn thing. I smiled internally, wanting to show the whole world this note but at the same time relishing the secret it carried. He had slipped it to me on the way to classes that morning and hurried off.

Tonight was the night of our anniversary. I had been waiting, half expecting it to blow over, half expecting the unexpected. After all, “Jessie” had never replied and I actually began to doubt my memories of him and his email. Butterflies had gradually started to build throughout that day, and they kept on building as I carefully shaved my body from top to bottom, did my nails, took time applying lotion onto every little bit of me.

I could prepare all I wanted – but it was all in his hands now.

And I liked it that way.

David was hopeless at spelling, but a master at knowing exactly what I needed, seemingly before I even did. I had only ever mentioned this fantasy in passing, as though it could never be realized, but I guess he had been listening closely, looking for ways to bring it to life.

By the time I arrived at his house, it was 19:23. I was
way
too early. Trying to calm myself down, I paced up and down outside his front door, wondering if I would spoil anything by being early, and also wondering what kind of idiot turns up early to her own… her own …? I didn’t even know what word to call it.

But it had the feel of a
rite
to it. Something dark and ritualistic and forbidden. A cape? That was a nice touch. I had never mentioned a cape before, but the second the idea was in my mind I was sorry I hadn’t. It was perfect. A cape. And a blindfold.

19:30 exactly. I drew in a deep, jagged breath and let myself in, closing the door with an obvious click so that it could be heard, if that proved necessary. The foyer was dark. Everything was still, still enough that I could believe nobody was home. I let my handbag drop softly to the floor and locked the door behind me, sealing myself in. As my eyes adjusted to the light I made out a large swath of black cloth hanging off a hanger on the door. Draped over the hanger was a blindfold, also black.

With shaking hands I took off each item of my clothing, all the scents and smells of my shower just a moment before vivid in the semi-darkness. I put the cape on, and was surprised by how heavy it was. This was no junk Halloween item, or something made of cheap cotton, but something
genuine
, heavier, made of a dense, plush velvet material and so black it was hard to make out its contours. I lay this on me and relished its weight on my shoulders. The blindfold went on next, and I tied it carefully over my loose hair, which now hung long down my naked back, inside the cape.

I stood there, head gently lowered, the desperate knocking of my heart the only sound I could detect in the darkness. Was I beginning to sweat with nervousness? Was I already wet?

I stood there, waiting, for what seemed my entire lifetime. I was ready to think that I had never done anything in my life but waited there, like that, for whatever it was that I was waiting for. Still, I dared not move, and eventually, my instructions did come.

Something distant rustled. I heard a door click softly open and then close again. I nearly jumped out of my skin as someone touched my hand and then grasped my fingertips. I was being guided somewhere, so I followed, slowly, trying not to bump into anything. I had been to this house a million times before but now I was totally unaware of myself, losing all sense of space.

The fingers were anonymous. David’s? Could I really know that for sure? Briefly touching my hips and shoulders, the hand angled my body and then pushed me down to my feet. My bare toes touched another luxurious fabric – this time, it felt like fur. I knelt down and collapsed onto my haunches.

My eyes were blindfolded, but I felt that my other senses had been muted, too. The room was deathly silent, and I felt like the blackness all around me was more comprehensive than my blindfold would have me believe. Only one sense came into sharp relief, and it was touch: the cape, the warm fuzziness of the thing I was kneeling on, the almost electric touch of the mystery fingers …all of this seemed to swell and fill my whole field of awareness.

I kept expecting someone to say something, for my fate to be announced, but I began to understand: my “instructions” were all to be non-verbal. The hand disappeared and I was alone again, resting my hands on my knees.

All at once, I felt the sweet fullness of lips against mine, and I was being kissed deeply, hurriedly. My head fell back and my neck was propped there as a tongue made its way over mine. In my delirium, I imagined that it
wasn’t
David – but was it? I tried to pin the sensation down, to determine whether these were his lips, his tongue, but all I could determine was that it felt good, and I wanted more of it. I kissed back hungrily, hands still on my knees, an obedient pose.

The lips pulled away and came back again. Or was it a different pair? The idea that it could be anyone was deeply thrilling to me. I kissed back again, this time hesitating a little, noticing that familiar twitch and ache between my legs. I
was
wet. I vaguely sensed a slick of dew spreading out over my inner thighs. I opened my mouth and kissed, unafraid. This went on for some time, silently, and I kissed what was put in front of me.

Naturally, something else was soon put in front of me. I could detect it a mile away: the smell of a hot cock was unmistakable. When it was pressed against my lips in suggestion, I opened my mouth immediately and sucked, the folds of my cape now beginning to gape open in the front.

Was it different? Was it a slightly more metallic taste? Slightly wider at the base? Shorter? It was pulled away from me and another took its place, and I sucked it too. Was this David’s? I couldn’t tell. There was only the smell of warm skin, and the faintest sound of air entering and leaving a body. We were alone, me and some unknown number of other people, here, in this dark temple, in this weird chamber, me in a second chamber of my own that was draped over me and drawn across my eyes, rendering me helpless.

The blackness was a soothing blanket all around, something that nullified me and blotted me out, so that all that was left was my open, receptive mouth and my pleasure, which was growing and hardening deep at the base of my spine. It went like this for a while, nameless and faceless dick after dick thrust into my unknowing lips, and I pleasured each one dutifully with my tongue and lips.

Then they disappeared, and the room was dark around me once more. I sat patiently, my stomach no longer filled with butterflies; instead, I was calm. Surrendered, even. I would accept my fate, whatever it was, with grace and submission. I placed my hands again on my knees and lowered my head.

A hand went to my throat and undid the tie of the cape, which was then pulled away from my body. I gasped at how cold it was all of a sudden – the cape must have been keeping me quite warm. Goose bumps sprang all over my naked body. It was quiet again, and nothing happened.

The hand returned, this time caressing my bare breasts. This time, it was unmistakable: this was
not
David’s hand. I had been holding out for the very real chance that none of this was really real; that I could whip off my blindfold any time now and find nobody but my dear sweat boyfriend in the room with me. But something in the size of this hand, in the weight of it against my skin, and its roughness told me in no uncertain terms: there was at least one person in this room that I didn’t know.

My heart jumped and suddenly the butterflies were back again. I began to panic.

The hand traced tentative lines down the rest of my body, over my hips and the curve of my stomach, leaving a trail of tight, nervous skin behind it. Something at the back of my mind was pushing its way to the fore: these people, whoever they were, were going to do things to me. Soon.

I don’t know how long I sat there like this, blind, naked and seen by strangers, but completely unable to see them. I could only track the movement of time by the slow crawl of moisture from my pussy down onto my crouching calves, as though the thoughts in my mind where slowly melting me from the inside. The hand dipped into my lap and grazed against the hot space between my legs. I opened my lips and tried to speak, voice hoarse.

“David? Are you there David?”

I could hear the fright in my own voice. All at once, David was near to me, his warmth, his familiar smell, all right up close to me and his kind voice was immediately in my ears.

“Violet, are you OK?”

Just hearing his voice soothed me immediately. I threw my arms around him and showered his head and neck with kisses, the beginnings of tears stinging my eyes.

“Yes. I’m OK. I love you. I’m OK. I love you…” I said, over and over again. It was as though a flood of emotion I had not realized I was holding back suddenly broke and rushed out of me.

He took my blindfolded head between his two steady hands and kissed me simply, then leant in to whisper into my ear.

“Violet, we’re all going to fuck you now.”

The room was silent. Heavy.

“You know that you can stop this any time you want to. But if you don’t, if you say nothing, we are going to do exactly what we like with you.”

My voice was knotted deep in my throat, and I couldn’t speak.

He hovered in front of me for a moment; I swear I could feel the air around my face and neck distorted as he filled that space. I took a deep, jagged breath to calm myself. Eventually, with an unknown number of eyes on me, and with any number of unspeakable things laying ahead in my immediate future, I opened my lips: “Do you promise?”

I could hear him smile.

“Yes, I promise.”

- THE END -

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