Page 28 of Sadistic Obsession (Rise of Phoenyxx #1)

T rikk

I am so excited to see my Bambi tonight. I planned something special for her. I'm nervous; I’m hoping she doesn’t see this as anything to manipulate her with.

I'm rushing around my room, putting on the final touches. Scented candles—check. Rose petals—check. Those were hard as hell to get, but totally worth it. Mood lighting—check. I managed to get an old school lava lamp, in red and everything. The most important part is what has me grinning. I can’t wait to see her face!

Phoenyxx

I walk through the courtyard with Razor, once again feeling heated stares.

Off to the side, in my peripheral vision, I see the Hot Topic rejects.

The taller one, Curly, makes a slashing motion across his throat, staring daggers at me.

I narrow my eyes. I don’t need to say anything to Razor; I can handle myself.

I feign a dramatic yawn, flipping the bird to him. Dumbasses.

I see Bryan up ahead, his face breaking out into a grin. He jogs over to me, just glancing at Razor, without comment. “Phoenyxx! I was hoping to run into you!”

I give him a genuine smile. “I’m so happy to see you!”

“I wanted to tell you that my intentions with Valley are good ones. I could never hurt her. I actually think...um...” He blushes, reaching up to adjust his collar. “I’m falling in love with her,” he leans in closer, whispering.

“Bryan! Oh my God! That’s so great! Have you told her?”

“Oh no, it’s too soon.” He clears his throat, continuing. “I’m not used to relationships. I've always just had emotionless encounters. This is so different, though. I'm determined not to mess it up.”

I hug him, so happy for him. Razor pulls me back, smacking me on my ass. “No touching other guys, Fiasca.”

“For fuck’s sake, Razor! He's my FRIEND! He's dating Valley!”

“Irrelevant,” he replies.

I huff, walking faster, to get away from him. “See you soon, Bry!” I call out. He waves, sauntering on.

I am pulled backwards abruptly, once again being tossed like a sack of potatoes over Razor’s shoulder.

I beat on his back, which just earns me smacks on my ass.

“You are being so feisty today,” he growls.

I suddenly feel air on my ass, and my underwear is pulled sideways.

“What the fuck?” I yell, jumping when his bare hand smacks me hard, straight on my naked skin.

I groan, biting my lip hard to show no other reaction.

I feel cold metal rubbing under my ass cheeks, back and forth.

It then slides down, teasing my bare—and very wet—pussy.

Up and down, circles around the clit. “Fuckkkk...” I groan, unable to hold it in.

“Mmmmm....” he groans, upping the movements.

“Razor—you’re going to make me... ugh! We’re in PUBLIC! People are watching!”

“I know,” he laughs low. “Come on my friend, Fiasca.”

“That’s...your razor?” I rasp out, losing my voice completely when the ministrations go harder and faster.

He doesn’t answer, just keeps rubbing my aching clit with the cold metal.

The burning in my core turns into an all-out bonfire.

I am trying to hold back. My face is flaming with embarrassment.

In a split second, his big thumb enters my soaked pussy.

I scream, coming all over his hand and the razor. “Damn you, Razor! Put me down now!”

“Nope. Your legs are shaking. I can feel them. I'll put you down when we get to the suite room.”

“Cover my ass, please!”

He chuckles, lifting my skirt higher, all the way to my waist. “Let them look. They'll never have it; you belong only to us.”

I gulp and close my eyes. I don’t know why this has me so worked up. Maybe it’s a kink, or something?

We FINALLY make it to their dorm. Razor knocks, Trikk answering. “Bro? What are you DOING?” He grabs me from Razor, setting me on my feet. He pulls my skirt down, brushing it into place.

Razor just laughs. “Playing with our pet. I warmed her up for you.”

I close my eyes, biting back snark. Trikk rolls his eyes. “You can go now. She's mine tonight.” I move to go in, but his huge body blocks my way. I can’t see behind him at all. “Wait,” he turns to me with a smile. “Close your eyes, I have a surprise for you.”

Razor scoffs, walking away. I swallow hard. I trust Trikk; well, the best that’s possible, anyway.

I close my eyes, feeling Trikk reach for my hand. He draws me into the room. I immediately smell something delicious, like cake or cookies baking. “Can I see now, please?” I hop a bit in anticipation.

He laughs. “Yes, Bambi, open those beautiful eyes.”

I slowly peel my lids open, gasping in shock at the transformation of his room. The lights are dimmed and something is illuminating a red light. Scented candles are all over, and rose petals are on the bed. I then realize the red light is a vintage lava lamp!

“Oh my Goddd Trikk!” I squeal. I am a sucker for all things 1980s.

“That’s not all.” He grins, turning to grab something outside of my vision, over by the closet. “Turn around,” he commands.

I do as he asks, curious about what he has. He walks up behind me, placing something on my head. My eyes shoot open, and I whirl around. No, it can’t be...

He hands me a small, square device. A Sony Walkman!

Holy shit! He pushes a button that pops the top up, ejecting a cassette tape.

“I made you a mixtape, beautiful. All my faves, plus some music I think you’ll like,” he pauses, adding, “I remember our conversation in the cafeteria. You said you didn’t have any favorites. I wanted to...”

I shush him with a kiss. Tears prick my eyes at the thoughtfulness and care that went into this.

“Trikk—you have no idea what this means to me. I am a bit obsessed with the 80s, since a lot of the DVDs I was allowed to watch were from that era. I have wanted a Walkman for forever! Thank you so much!”

He leans forward, sweeping me into his arms. He gently kisses the tears from my eyes. “I wanted to do something special for you.”

I give him a watery smile. “How did you even get all this?”

“I have my wicked ways,” he says, wiggling his brows. “Now, get comfortable. I packed you a bag of your clothes. Change into some sweats.”

I agree, moving towards the dresser, pulling out a plain black tee and yoga pants from the bag on top of it. I don’t bother to cover up as I quickly change. “All set!”

“Come on over,” he pats the spot on the bed next to him. “Try out your gift!”

I giggle in glee, picking up this gem from the past. “How did you know?”

“I didn’t, really. We can’t get anything too modern in here. Old tech is about it. Purge's computer being the exception, though it’s still a good ten years old.”

“Show me how to use this?” I smile.

“It’s easy. See the buttons on the side? Eject pushes the tape out. Play, stop, rewind, and fast-forward are obvious. Put the headphones over your ears, then hit play. It's ready to go!”

I bounce in my seat as I follow the instructions. Once I have the headphones situated, I press play. My lips part in awe as I hear something hard and fast blast into my ears. I bob my head along, loving it. It's a male rock band, I think.

“Fall Out Boy, the song is called The Phoenix,” he explains.

I laugh. “I love it!”

“Good.” His grin slowly turns more calculating. “Want the final gift?”

I nod eagerly. He pushes me backwards, onto my back. His big body hovers over mine, leaning in to kiss me softly. “Relax, Bambi. I’m not going to do anything to cause any pain.”

With that, he moves downwards, tugging on my yoga pants as he goes, sliding them down my legs.

He tosses them to the floor. He then peels off his shirt, showing off that mouth-watering chest and abs, his tattoos rippling as he moves.

He spreads my legs wide, pushing them up to widen them more.

He parks himself between them, licking his lips as he gazes down at my swollen and throbbing core.

I whisper, my voice shaking, “I'm not really ready for...”

He interrupts me with “No recip, beautiful. It's a gift for you; your pleasure is my goal.”

I take a shaky breath. “Okay.”

He dives right in, licking me slowly, clit to slit, then back again. “Fuck!” I bark out, my hips thrusting upwards.

“Like that, do you?” he murmurs, his voice vibrating my slick skin.

“More,” is all I can get out. He growls, tonguing my clit in a circular motion, ramping up my arousal tenfold.

He then moves down, kissing and sucking on my pussy lips.

I almost scream when he shoves his tongue inside me.

He gyrates it, throwing my whole body upwards.

“Yes!” I scream out. He chuckles, moving back up to my clit.

He gently pushes one finger inside, pumping in and out, while sucking my clit.

“Ahhh!” I can’t even form words at this point.

“I want to hear you come for me, sexy. I want your come all over my face.” He dives in again, eating me like a last meal. He shoves a second finger inside, curling them. He finds that spot deep inside that makes me cringe away. “Now, now...just relax, and enjoy. I promise it feels better quickly.”

I let my limbs loosen up, relaxing back into the mattress.

He continues to lick and suck my clit, increasing the pressure inside me.

He zeros in on that spot, working it harder, then faster.

A throbbing burn spreads outwards from my lower abdomen, getting more and more intense by the second.

“Trikk!” I shout, grinding my hips into his face.

“Good girl!” Those words turn me on even more.

“Come for me!” He bites down on my clit, and it all comes to a head.

I am babbling insanity, screaming so gutturally I make myself hoarse, as the orgasm hits.

It's the most intense thing I’ve ever felt in my life.

It keeps going and going. Hot liquid gushes out of me, soaking Trikk.

I continue to crest as my whole body turns to jelly.

He keeps milking me for all I’m worth. Once he senses it’s over, he pulls away gently.

He pulls himself up, making a show of licking my come off his fingers.

I bite my lip, and he kisses me gently on the lips.

I can taste myself, which turns me on even more.

I can’t speak yet, but I notice how painfully hard he is inside his pants.

I reach for his waistband, but he shakes his head.

“No, Bambi. This was for you tonight. I’ll be fine. ”

I sigh, lying back into the pillow. Without planning to, I feel myself drifting away into sleep. The last thing I hear is, “I might just love you.”