Page 18 of The Invite (The Massacre Ball #1)

Augustus

I am seething.

Nobody but me is allowed to touch her.

Nessa Davenport is my prey. My property. My little toy.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

I don’t care what false lies she tells herself. I’m going to shatter her silly little delusional bubble where she thinks there’s an escape or an end to her nightmare.

Her brow furrows, eyes unblinking and swimming in fear as they wait for what I’ll do next. I already told her what I came here for. Except this time I don’t want to make her come on my hand, I want her coming undone on my tongue.

I stare at her body from between her thighs. She’s clutching the railing in a death grip as though it’s her lifeline, not that I’ll let her fall.

She’s no good to me if she’s dead.

Trembling under my hands, her stomach rises and falls with every inhale. The small peek of skin between the waistband and the hem of her tiny top tempts me to bare her completely.

I want her naked around me at all times. To stake my dominion over. My claim. Humiliate her by how much she desires to be my little prey.

“Augustus.” Her whisper pierces through my deranged thoughts.

Fuck. My name sounds sweet on her tongue, especially spoken in that terrified yet intrigued rasp.

Tracing my hands up her thighs, I splay them on her belly and draw circles.

Forgetting she’s in a precarious position, she shifts to get away but abruptly stops when it dawns on her that she’s dangling from the stairs.

Lifting her head, she tries to keep me in her line of sight.

Our eyes lock.

Without taking my gaze off hers, I grip her skintight top between both my hands, and rip in the middle. Her naked tits bounce free.

My jaw grinds that she’s been braless around Ace the entire evening. Her tits aren’t large but they’re perky and big enough to make it obvious if she’s without a bra or not. If it were up to me, I would keep her captive in my basement so she was only mine to look at.

I promise myself I will have her there soon enough.

Cupping her breasts, I squeeze hard until her back arches off the ground. Her mouth opens on a silent moan. Her soft mounds fit in my palms perfectly, like they were made just for me. My cock pulses in agreement.

I crave to feel her pale pink nipples between my teeth but I hold myself back.

Letting her tits go after another punishing squeeze, I slap them just as hard.

“Ahh!” she screams, no longer able to keep it down.

She can’t do anything but take my violence.

Reaching for her leggings that look painted on, I tug them along with her panties off her hips, down her ass, and off her slim but fit legs. Admiring every inch of her naked skin, I imprint it into my mind.

Not that I’ve forgotten it since yesterday.

But she wasn’t stretched like a sacrificial offering for me last night.

Without wasting a second more, I spread her legs once more and dive straight for her glistening pussy. At the first contact of my mouth, her hips lift closer. I push them down and swipe my tongue over her drenched slit.

“ Oh … Augustus!”

I taste her proof of how much she loves being a helpless damsel in distress.

Her drugging scent is so much stronger, thatI inhale it into my lungs until I’m suffocating.

I’m rough and a madman as I suck on her essence, stroking her wet folds with my tongue before burying it deeper.

I use it to spread her slit open and tease her clit.

She’s not getting any fingers, just my hungry mouth.

Latching my teeth around her swollen nub, I worship it. Spit on it. Bite it until Nessa lets out a cry. Arousal gushes out from her empty hole.

So my innocent little prey likes a little pain.

How beautiful.

I’m more than happy to oblige.

Sucking on her bundle of nerves, I lick lower and bite each pussy lip until she shudders as though electrocuted. When she chases my mouth, I groan and the vibrations dance up her spine.

“Yes, fuck!” she moans.

My lips on her cunt, she forgets I’m her enemy. Her stalker. Her deviant devil and her monster. All she cares about is using me to come. The wanton slut in her rising to the surface, proving there lies a corrupted soul inside her.

I tilt my head and see her head thrown back in ecstasy. Her inhibitions drive me wild and I keep watching her as I eat her pussy. The messier and filthier I get, the higher her moans climb and echo in the halls.

Dragging my tongue along her core, I taste her flavor. It’s a combination of tart and sweet. A contrast just like the rest of her.

More than thefeel of her pussy, it’s her reactions that make my cock hard. She fights tooth and nail despite knowing she’ll lose. That I’ll overpower her. Yet she gives it her all. Just so she could tell herself later that she fought and didn’t want it.

I don’t take my hooded eyes off her as I place open-mouthed kisses on her cunt, rolling my tongue and sucking on her wetness. Tracing lower, I circle her entrance. Palming her ass cheeks, I thrust the tip of my tongue into her clenching hole.

Intelligible sounds slip past her lips.

Using my grip, I force her to ride my mouth.

I keep bringing her to the edge, not letting her reach the peak. Because I don’t want to stop licking and fucking her. Her submission is like a delicacy I’m greedy for.

I can’t even remember the last time I went down on a girl or loved it so much.

Just another thing I can’t resist about Nessa.

Trailing my mouth back to her clit, I flick it side to side hard and fast. I need to know what her cum tastes like. If it’s as luxurious as her arousal.

After one more lick, I bite down on the nub.

She lets loose a wail and climaxes.

I’m a goner, drinking her cum down with vigor. I yank her harder against my lips, sucking directly from her opening. Her pussy flutters, making me groan.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

She wasn’t supposed to taste so good.

“S-stop,” she stammers.

How dare she?

I rip my mouth away and smack her pussy harshly. Angry that she’s trying to bark orders. She might be my teacher but if anyone’s going to be obeying, it will be her.

“What did I tell you?” I growl, slapping her again. She squeals, trying to close her legs, but my shoulders don’t allowit. “I’m taking more tonight. Now shut up and lie there like a good little whore until I’m done.”

I attack her cunt again and suck her sensitive clit into my mouth. She cries, then moans and thrashes wildly. My licks are rougher and longer. After every swipe, I shove my tongue inside her cunt, circling and fucking her deep.

She whimpers, and then mutters, “Oh god! I can’t.”

“This pussy is my dessert,” I groan against her core. “You’ll damn well let me feast it for however long I want.”

One of her arms goes lax, loosening her hold around the ledge. I grab her around the waist just as her hand slips. I don’t stop maddening her and taking what I want.

Nipping her nub between my teeth, I flick it repeatedly until she shatters again. Her inner muscles ripple and spasm when I thrust my tongue into her channel.

This orgasm is longer and stronger.

I make her ride it out, loving how I make her lose control. Her goddamn reality.

“No-o more… please,” she begs hoarsely. “No more.”

Do I stop? No.

Because I’m a bastard.

And I love to punish her.

I pull out from her soaked pussy and dip my mouth lower to her other hole. The way she tenses, I know no one’s ever breached her here. I’ll reward her for saving it for me, right after I claim it with my cock.

“Augustus… no,” she whispers, embarrassed. “Not there.”

Brushing my lips over the puckered skin, I kiss her asshole. I have no shame as I rim her with my tongue. I smirk when her legs dig into my back, trying to push me away. I respond by licking her harder.

“Stop! Please.”

I ignore her protests and spit on it before teasing her with a finger. “Are you an anal virgin, Miss Nessa?”

She’s shut so tight that it takes afew tries before her body accepts my invasion. The skin barely turns white. Relaxing her by licking her clit, I slowly but relentlessly push another finger and keep them buried to the knuckle.

“Ahh.” A tortured sound slips from her.

“Want me to pop your cherry tonight?”

“No!”

I chuckle at her panicked answer and scissor my fingers. “Soon I will, and there will be nothing you can do to stop me.”

Before she can utter a word, I fuck her ass with my fingers and smash my lips against her slit. I lose myself in the feel of her clenching around my hand, spilling into my mouth and down my chin as I pleasure her with everything.

Her third orgasm is all for me.

Because her lithe body is mine to use whenever I want. Mine to teach a lesson. Mine to punish and chase.

The sweet cries and moans slipping from her lips egg me on. Somewhere during my rapidly thrusting fingers and tongue, her other hand also slips and clutches my shirt. She doesn’t realize I’ve yanked her away from the edge.

She’s as far gone as I am.

It’s a breathtaking vision.

A woman is the most gorgeous in the mindless throes of passion, especially at the hands of the villain they’re trying to escape.

Twisting my wrist, I change my angle and bang her more ruthlessly. She screams and her hands spears into my hair, pulling at it harshly. The bite of pain turns me ravenous and primal.

When I take her clit between my lips, she pleads, “No… please. It’s too much.”

My poor little prey is too sensitive from the previous bites. I don’t let up but slow my licks to a lighter touch. Her pleased sigh reaches my ears.

“Ride my face, Nessa,” I grunt. “If it isn’t drenched, I’ll keep going.”

Locking her ankles behind my back, she swivels her hips and pushes her sweet pussy against my lips. I groan appreciatively and stop moving my hand until she’s fucking herself on it.

I spear her pussy with my tongue until she becomes delirious with the desperate need to fall apart. Using my free hand, I caress her clit. As her rhythm becomes uneven and slow, I pinch it without remorse.

“Augustus!” My name erupts in a hoarse moan.

I fuck her through the orgasm while her cum dribbles out in waves.

“That’s it. Soak my chin, teach.”

Nothing like tasting the forbidden fruit.

“Oh god!” There’s shame in her voice. But it’s too late for regret.

Her body goes lax as the last aftershock leaves her. Lifting my mouth and gazing down at her flushed skin with a light sheen of sweat, I lick my lips. She’s not only soaked my chin but the top of my chest with her cum.

Imprints of my fingertips darken her inner thighs and her hip bones. Her pussy is red and looks freshly abused.

Nessa’s eyes fly open when I trace the seam with my thumb. Closing her legs, she scampers backward. I seize her ankle and yank her back to me.

Staring hard and impassive, I scold, “Do you want to fall?”

“Since when do you care about what I want?” she snaps.

“You’re awfully fiery for a girl who came three times in a row.” Arching an eyebrow, I smirk. “Should I give you a fourth so you’re too tired to talk back?”

Her body trembles even as she vehemently says, “Go to he—”

I cover her body with mine before she can finish her sentence and grip her throat. “I think you need another orgasm.”

I thrust two fingers into her cunt.

“Ahh!! I can’t.”

“Too late.”

Thumbing her oversensitive and overstimulated clit, I savagely fuck her while holding her immobile. Her starlight eyes roll back in her head as she succumbs to my fingers hitting her G-spot.

“Never disrespect who owns you, little prey,” I rasp. “Or it won’t be forced orgasms I punish you with next time.”

Hooking my fingers deep, I scratch her nub with my nail and tear out another climax from her tight cunt. She shudders, eyes closed and lips open in a silent scream.

When she comes back down to earth, her defiance is long gone.

Under half-lidded eyes, she stares at me while tears slide down her cheeks.

Stroking the column of her throat, I release her.

Lifting away from her body, I hook one arm under her neck and the other below her knees and pick her up.

Keeping her pressed against my chest, I carry her to the bedroom and lay her down on the bed.

A confused furrow appears on her forehead at my caring gesture.

Did she expect me to leave her on the floor outside?

“What are you doing?” she asks when I lift the covers and drape it over her naked form.

I meet her gaze, answering, “Tucking you into bed.”

“Why?”

“Don’t you have work tomorrow, Miss Nessa?”

At the reminder of the nature of our relationship, a dark hue appears on her cheeks and she clutches the blanket. “Stop playing with my mind, Mr. Grayson. What will it take for you to leave me alone?”

Nothing. “The Dictaphone.”

“So you can destroy the only proof that I have?”

“You’ve gotten all you could from it. It’s useless now.”

“Why do you need it then?”

“Because I don’t take risks.”

She searches my face before pursing her lips. “I’m not giving it to you.”

“Then I’ll keep visiting you.”

“Don’t you have anything better to do?”

I twirl a strand of her hair fanned out on the pillow. “Well, you got me suspended and now I have nothing but free time. To torment you. To punish you. To teach you I run this town.”

“Yet I got you suspended,” she says smugly. “You have no power.”

It’s my turn to be smug as I give her the truth.

“You have no idea about the depths of my power, Miss Nessa. They run as deep as still waters. Because with power comes upholding a certain reputation and image, and for that, we all have to play our part. That’s how corruption continues.

When you go to school tomorrow, check my records.

Nothing will show. It will be as pristine and clean as it always was. ”

Her face pales, but I continue, “If I wanted to show up to class tomorrow, nobody would stop me or bat an eye. Don’t worry, I won’t, though. But I’ll be right here in your house waiting for you to return. Because being your shadow is far moreentertaining than being your student.”

“I-I’ll tell someone.”

“Go ahead and try. Before the first word even leaves your mouth, I’ll have the little recording I made of you plastered everywhere.

” Gripping her chin, I lean into her stunned little face, and whisper, “Accept your new reality, Nessa. I’m your entire world now.

I’m going to entangle you with me so deep and twisted thatyou’ll be stuck with me until I decide to set you free.

Whether you want the journey to be a nightmare or heaven for you, it’s your choice. ”

Brushing her tears away, I straighten.

Walking toward the door, I stop at the threshold and switch off the lights until the room is bathed in darkness.

Her gaze sears my back even though she can’t see.

“See you tomorrow, little prey,” I promise. Turning my head, I tease her before leaving. “Cute username, by the way.”

@nessatheatheist . I smile just thinking about it.

Atheist or not, she will bow down and worship me.