Page 34 of Boys Who Taint (Spine Ridge University #5)

Aspen

The moment his lips land on mine, my mind ceases to exist.

His kiss is overpowering, greedy, as though he’s fighting the flames, our lips singeing with every touch as though he’s getting closer to the sun.

Oh God, my stalker’s lips are on mine, and I’m not even able to pull away as he drags his tongue over the seam of my mouth. He invades my space and dances around my tongue, the taste of him like a million sparklers set ablaze.

And I can actually feel him harden against my body, his length throbbing into my thighs, making my knees weak and my pussy throb along with him.

Fuck.

The moan that slips off his tongue makes my body suddenly feel more alive than ever, and my eyes burst open as I pull back, embarrassed by the idea that I actually let him kiss me.

He grins against my chin. “I don’t fucking care if the devil himself is luring me in because your lips are hot as hell.”

He grabs me and casually throws me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing to him, and I squeal out loud.

“What are you doing?”

He parks me near the pillory and pushes me down. “You thought I’d be satisfied by the mere taste of you? I don’t just want that mouth on my own. I want it wrapped around my cock, wet and ready to suck. But first, I’m going to prepare you. Now bend over.”

He drags my hands into the pillory and pulls down the wood until my head and hands are locked in place. There’s no escape. No safety. Nothing to hold on to except the wood while Ghost circles me like a predator who’s finally caught his prey.

His hand slides down my body, stopping near the crevice where my back meets my ass, only to moan at the feel of my skin as he crinkles my dress upward. “God, how I have waited for this …”

“Get your hands off—”

THWACK!

The spank that follows makes me yelp out loud.

He leans over my back, his hard-on poking me in the ass, as he whispers, “Every time you go against me, I will punish you for it, Aspen.”

My name sounds so visceral when he says it out loud.

He slips his hand down my thigh and up my ass, exposing me fully as he runs his hand across, almost to savor the feel of me. He spits, and I can feel the wetness dripping down my cheeks before his thumb pushes against my puckered ass.

“What are you—” I can’t even finish my sentence because he’s pushing in so deep a mewl takes over, slurring my words.

He laughs. “I’m going to make you feel what it’s like to belong to me. Have you ever taken a cock up your ass?”

My eyes widen. “What? No. That’ll never—”

“Fit? I’ll make it fit,” he groans, adding more spit before pushing in another finger.

I cry out in both pain and pleasure as the unexpected sensations hit me in all the right ways. No one has ever touched me there before, and I feel so dirty that he’s taking the one place I never wanted to give to him.

“So tense … Having regrets already?” I can hear him smile.

“You forget that I have no limits, and neither does your body, which was fucking made to be used by me.” He suddenly leans over and pushes the ball gag back into my mouth.

“Bite on this. Drop it and I’ll spank you until your cheeks are so goddamn red you won’t be able to sit for a week without thinking of me. ”

I try to see what’s going on, but the darkness is all-consuming, and it’s slowly eating away at my sanity. What is he going to do to me, what are his plans for my body, how many ways is he going to corrupt me, will I ever be able fuck Grey without thinking of my Ghost instead?

I whimper when he suddenly pulls out of my ass and pushes in something else instead, something pointy and hard, and covered in jelly.

“Pucker that ass for me, little slut. Take this plug and keep it in there so I can train you.”

Train me?! Is he out of his goddamn mind?

The fullness of the plug makes me moan into the ball, and I bite into it to keep it from falling.

“Harder, Aspen. I know you can do it,” he whispers.

I brace myself against the wood as he slowly pushes it in, the thickness of it nearly too much to take.

“Take it. Take it all the way. You’ll have to if you’re going to be able to fit me.”

My eyes burst open.

Oh my God.

Fit him? Is he that huge?

I can’t comprehend what’s happening until finally the plug is sucked in and another moan spills out of my mouth as he settles it in place and adds a spanking which reverberates in both my ass and pussy.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he groans. “It’ll feel even better with my cock up your pussy, but we’ll get to that part soon enough. First, you’ll suck me as fast as you can talk.”

The casual dig, as if he knows me, grinds my gears.

He approaches my face and pulls the ball from my mouth, tucking it into his pocket, before he tilts up my head and looks down at me with those devil red eyes. Contacts, I’m sure, to hide an identity so I don’t tell the world what kind of monster he truly is.

Someone I know.

Someone I might trust.

Uses me as a toy for his pleasure.

And I agreed.

“You look so pretty with drool slathered all over your face,” he says with a low, uncanny voice, and he swipes his fingers across my chin before pulling down my lips.

I open my mouth, only for him to slip inside, deeper, deeper, deeper until his knuckles hit my teeth, and my gag reflex makes him smile.

“That’s my good little slut.”

I frown. “I’m not yours!”

“No? But you are a good little slut, that much you agree with.”

The arrogance. Fuck.

It’s almost the same as … Apollo.

Could it be him?

He pulls out again and zips down, the sight of his massive cock glinting in the dark because of his piercings that are very hard to miss. I can’t tell if they’re in the same place as Apollo’s or Grey’s, and it annoys the fuck out of me that he kept the lights off purposely.

He grips my hair harshly. “Now be a filthy little slut and stick out your tongue for me.”

My tongue rolls out and I stick up my middle fingers while I do it, hoping he sees.

But with a snort, he lays his thick size on my tongue, then spears me with it, right down to the base.

My eyes roll into the back of my head as I struggle to cope with the size of him throbbing deep down beyond my uvula, beyond where I can breathe, and I slowly feel the air leaving my body along with my soul.

“You thought you could flip me off and get away with it?” he groans under his breath. “I warned you there’d be consequences for disobedience.”

He pushes a button inside his pocket, and the vibrations set off in my ass immediately makes me jolt against the pillory.

“Can you feel the buzzing deep inside? It’ll be your undoing, Aspen.”

Fuck, it’s a vibrating plug.

I can feel it everywhere, even in my pussy, the buzzing is that strong, and it’s making it so damn hard to stay like this, if it wasn’t for the fact that his pierced length is locked deep in my throat.

“F-fuck …”

He softly laughs, as though he’s enjoying my demise. “I’m the only one who will give you what you truly desire.” He leans in, even when he’s still deep inside my mouth, and whispers, “The death of Levi Torres.”

His words are like a dose of cocaine straight to the brain, my resistance weakening under his demands, and I finally let go.

He will give me what I need.

The death of all that has kept me from moving on.

Levi Torres has chained me down, and I’m done letting him have his way.

So yes, I will give my body to this stranger. I will surrender to whatever he has in store for me as long as it rids me of this poison that has slowly been rotting my heart.

On the verge of passing out, he finally pulls out, and I suck in the oxygen like an addict finally getting their hit.

“I can give you life with as much ease as I take away your breath. I own every fucking particle you breathe into those lungs, and you will thank me for every suck I allow you to have.”

He thrusts back in again, and I struggle against the pillory as a toxic mix of panic and venomous lust settles in my veins.

“Every time you let someone kiss you, you will fantasize about my tongue, and every time someone tries to fuck you, you’ll pray it’s my cock burying itself inside you.”

He plunges in and out of me with no remorse, and I’m helpless to stop the pain from turning into pleasure as my mind begins to warp to his devious ways. My knees are wobbly as I try to maintain my posture while the vibrations slowly coax out the moans.

“You’re going to come from that ass plug, aren’t you? Dirty little whore,” he groans, thrusting in until he hits the back of my throat. “Fuck, your tongue feels so good when it’s wrapped around me. Now lick.”

Even when I know I shouldn’t because it’s wrong—it’s insane—I still do what he says. I lick him like my life depends on it because it literally does.

His tip oozes precum, just like Grey, and it makes my brows draw together, wondering if it might be him all along. But why would he go through all this trouble to chain me down if he already has me? It makes no sense unless he has a darker side I never knew about.

Who could he be?

The buzzing in my ass, along with the lack of oxygen, makes it too hard to focus on thinking, too hard to focus on anything but the here and now and his damn veiny shaft bursting with need.

“That’s it, choke on me.” He tilts my chin up so I take him even deeper. “To the base, little slut. Let me hear you struggle.”

I groan and heave when the wet precum drips down, and I’m forced to swallow.

“I’m going to come, and you’re going to be a good little slut and swallow it all down, understood?”

When I don’t respond, he bends over and smacks my ass so hard I squeal, the buzzing sensations rippling through immediately to the point where I nearly come undone myself.

“Good, feel that fucking orgasm building inside you. When I dump my load in your throat, you’ll wish you’d taken my cock up your ass instead.”

He pulls out, allowing me a single breath before pinching my nose and plunging right back in again. He moans out loud, the sound vaguely familiar, before the jet of seed is deposited, and my eyes nearly roll into the back of my head because I can feel. All. Of. It.

Every drop, the entire endless stream, coats the back of my throat in a thick, sloppy mess, and the depravity of it all is enough to push me over the edge.

Right then, he whispers, “Swallow and throb.”

My pussy contracts uncontrollably, the orgasm overwhelming as I begin to choke on the mixture of cum and absolute ruin. The ruining of me.

Because nothing, no touch, no cock, no fucking man could ever get close to giving me this kind of ungodly pleasure… until now.

Holy fuck.

Finally, he pulls out, and I’m left completely and utterly wasted, like a rag doll ready to surrender to his every whim.

The buzzing in my ass ceases. The pillory is lifted, and my body instantly collapses, but he catches me before I do.

He picks me up and carries me to a couch in his strong arms, laying me down gently as if this is my place now.

My place in endless ecstasy, falling so hard I can barely breathe even though my lungs and throat are free from his grip.

My soul … it’s my soul he’s chained to his.

His fingers slide down my face so gently that it makes me pause, and he pulls up his balaclava one last time to press the gentlest of kisses onto my lips. And it actually makes my heart flutter.

What the—

“When you’re ready, feel free to return to the party.” He zips back up and pulls up the balaclava again. “Oh, and keep that plug right there. Until next time.” He gently tugs at it to remind me of its existence before tapping me on the ass and walking off. “I’m off to plot a murder.”

After the door closes, I can hear a piece of clothing drop on the floor.

Then there’s nothing but silence.

For a while, I just lay there in the darkness, thinking about all the ways I’ve destroyed myself.

All for the sake of a revenge I don’t even know I will ever have.

But one thing stood out most of all.

I bring my fingers to my lips, which still tingle from his ravenous ways.

That kiss felt like it … meant something.

Noise downstairs makes me sit up straight and listen. Things are being thrown around, crashing into walls.

BANG!

That was definitely a gun.

I jump up from the sofa, tug down my dress, and race toward the door, not giving a shit that I still have a plug in my ass and that someone might notice.

Because if that gunshot was real, a fight has definitely broken out, and I’m pretty sure it involves my brother.