The Ritual: A Dark College Romance

I LIE IN my bed dressed in a T-shirt and a pair of gray boy shorts, watching a Halloween movie and snacking on popcorn while having a glass of wine. Well, technically, I’m drinking it out of the bottle. It just sounded good.

Sarah is at the house of Lords, and I’m home alone because Ryat is out of town for the weekend. It’s only Friday night, and I’m already going crazy bored with nothing to do. I’ve always been a homebody, but it’s lonely without Sarah here with me. We’ve always been homebodies together. And I’ve spent every day with Ryat since the vow ceremony. It’s just weird being here alone. The place seems so quiet.

My cell rings, and I pick it up to see it’s Ryat. “Hello?” I answer before taking a swig from the bottle. I’m not nearly drunk. I still have over half left.

“Hey, little one,” he says in greeting. “What are you doing?”

“Lying in bed.” I’m a real party animal.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yep. Bored as shit. You won’t let me go out.” I secretly like how controlling and possessive he is. It’s like he’s feeding a craving. But it’s cruel that he tells me this and leaves me here alone. If I have house arrest, I’d much rather it be with him.

He chuckles. “Well, you wouldn’t be bored if I was there.”

My breathing picks up, and I take another drink. “What would you be doing to keep me busy?” I ask.

“Well, for starters, I’d rip that shirt off you along with that underwear. And I’d take that bottle of wine away from you.”

I look up, forgetting he has cameras in this place. I still have no clue where they are in the apartment. But I have a feeling that they’re in more places than just my bedroom. Something about knowing he watches me turns me on. I sink further into the bed, getting comfortable. “And?”

“I’d cuff your hands behind your back and then flip you over, pinning them underneath you.” I groan at the image he gives me. “I’d then drag you across the bed where your head hangs off the side. I would order you to open your mouth so I could fuck it.”

“Ryat,” I moan his name as I lick my lips, imagining him in my mouth. I’ve only given him head that night during the vow ceremony.

“You’d have your legs spread wide open for me while I used a vibrator on your wet cunt. You’d come with my cock down your throat.”

He’s so vulgar with what he wants and how he wants it. I like that about him. I wish I was as open as him. It takes a lot for me to tell him what I want. I think that’s due to so much rejection Matt gave me. He always made me feel dirty. Not just about my fantasies but anytime I showed him any kind of sexual desire. I think that’s why I like the way Ryat takes control without me even having to ask.

Reaching up, I grab my breast over my shirt, knowing my nipples are hard.

“Blake,” he warns. “Do not touch yourself.”

I bang my head on the headboard. “No fair. You’re getting me worked up on purpose. What time Sunday will you be back?” I change the subject.

“Not until Monday night,” he answers.

“What? You said Sunday.” It’s only Friday. He left first thing this morning but never gave me a return time for Sunday. I was hoping for early morning.

“Something came up,” he says vaguely.

That seems to happen a lot in his life. “Well, then I guess I’ll see you Monday.” I try not to sound sad or desperate. I went twenty years without sex. I can last three days.

We say our goodbyes, and I lie down, getting comfortable and turning the movie up.

RYAT

I UNLOCK THE door and enter. A quick look at my watch tells me it’s almost one in the morning. I walk into the bedroom to find her lying on her left side, sound asleep. The popcorn still on the bed next to her with the TV on the Netflix home screen and empty wine bottle on the nightstand.

I drop the bag next to her and open it up. Reaching in, I pull out everything that I’m going to need. Then I go over to her dresser drawer and pull out a see-through thong. Walking back over to her, I grip the covers and rip them off her. She stirs, moving onto her stomach.

Perfect.

I get on the bed and grab her arms, gently pulling them behind her back and crossing her wrists. She moans, her head moving. I grab the zip tie and wrap it around them, securing it tightly.

“What …?” she mumbles sleepily.

Then I reach up, grab a handful of her hair, and yank her face off the pillow. She screams, fully awake now. Sitting on her back, I reach around and shove the thong into her mouth and immediately grab the duct tape. Snapping a piece off with my teeth, I place it over her mouth, securing them inside, all the while she’s kicking and mumbling into the gag.

I shove her face into the pillow while my free hand grabs the black drawstring bag. Letting go of her hair just for a second, she lifts her head to suck in a breath through her nose, and I shove the bag over her head and pull the drawstring, tying it off at the back of her neck to keep it in place, but loose enough where she can still breathe in fresh air through the bottom.

Getting off her, she’s flopping around trying to free herself when I grab her legs and place another zip tie around her ankles. Then I throw her over my shoulder and carry her out of the apartment.

I take her out the side exit where I’ve already got my SUV parked. Opening the back, I place her on her stomach. I pick up the rope that I already had sitting in the back and quickly slide it between her tied wrists and then also slide it between her tied ankles, pulling it tight—hog-tying her.

Stepping back, I watch her fight the restraints, wearing herself down. She’s mumbling nonsense through her gag, and her body is shaking. She can’t see me through the bag over her head. I’ve taken all but her hearing away from her. And even that has to be limited by the rush of adrenaline—the blood rushing in her ears.

Placing my hand on her shoulder, I push her onto her side and rip her shirt up to expose her breasts to me. I reach out, wrapping one hand around her throat while the other squeezes her breast. I lean down and whisper, “Scream all you want, little one. You’re mine now.”

Then I slam the hatch shut.

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THIRTY MINUTES LATER, I pull off the highway to a gravel road and come up to the house. I get out and walk around the back of the SUV. She’s still struggling on her side. Reaching into my pocket, I cut the rope but leave the zip ties. Her feet fall to the floor, and I pull her out of the back by her arm before once again throwing her over my shoulder and carrying her into the house.

Making my way down the hallway, I reach up and slap her ass, and she moans.

I kick the bedroom door open and toss her onto the bed. I was here earlier and prepared it by removing the comforter and top sheet, and dropping off what items I would need. Rolling her onto her stomach, I cut the zip tie that binds her arms, then shove her to her back as I straddle her chest.

She screams behind her gag, and her arms slap at me. But I easily grab her left hand and shove it through the slip knot I’ve already made in the rope that is secured to the bed frame. I then do the same with the right.

Getting off the bed, she kicks her zip-tied feet, twisting her body to the left and right. I walk down to the end of the bed and cut that tie as well. Then I secure each ankle to a bedpost with rope, wide apart, making her spread eagle. Then I stand at the end and look over her. Her shirt has ridden up in her struggle to expose her pierced belly button. My eyes travel down to her gray boy shorts. There’s a wet spot.

I knew there would be. This was a fantasy of hers. Fuck Matt for making her feel ashamed for what she wants.

Walking around to the left side of the bed, I take the knife and place it on the inside of her leg. She stills, no longer screaming. Her heavy panting fills the room. I run the blade upward, being careful not to cut the skin, getting to her underwear. I slip it between the material and her skin, cutting them free.

She whimpers, body trembling. Placing my hand between her legs, I cup her wet pussy. She arches her back, letting out a muffled cry.

I push my palm into her pelvic bone and grip her cunt. Thrusting my three fingers inside her and removing them quickly, I slap her pussy.

Her body jerks off the bed as a muffled cry follows. I slap it again, and she twists and turns, trying to close her legs.

Not happening, little one.

Crawling onto the bed, I sit next to her. I shove the bag up a little to expose her neck to me and wrap my left hand around it, holding her down to the mattress but not cutting off her air. Dropping the knife beside me, I cup her pussy again with my right hand, and this time, I finger-fuck her. Her body rocks back and forth on its own while she mumbles incoherent words behind her gag.

It doesn’t take long before her pussy clamps down on me, and she comes.

Removing my fingers, I lick them clean one at a time as they pop out of my mouth. Tasting that sweet fucking honey.

Then I cut the rope that binds her legs. She yanks them closed and brings her knees up. I smile, forcing them apart with my hands and sitting between them. I unzip my pants and pull out my dick. It’s been so hard since I called her earlier from the jet on my way back. I didn’t stay in New York for very long. After my conversation with my father, I wanted the hell out of there and back here with her. Knowing this was an opportunity I didn’t want to miss. She gave me the green light this morning in her bathroom to act out her fantasy however I wanted. Her thinking I was out of town all weekend was the best chance.

As I look at her tied and gagged with a hood over her head, knowing I’m taking advantage of her, I’m turned on just as much as she is.

I grip my cock and slide into her. She sucks me in, and I bite my tongue not to groan in pleasure.

Fuck!

I take the knife to her neck, and she stiffens once again. I cut the tie and rip the hood off her head. She blinks rapidly from the harsh light of the bedroom.

“Hello, little one,” I say, smiling as my cock jerks inside her.

She blinks again, her pretty face covered in tears. I reach up and gently push the hair from her face, but I don’t remove the tape. I have plenty of time to hear her scream my name over the weekend while we’re here.

“So beautiful,” I tell her

She whimpers.

I place the tip of the knife back to her neck, and she arches it, panting through her nose. I run it through her shirt, ripping it in half. Then I toss it to the floor.

She wraps her legs around my hips, and I lean forward. Gripping her chin, I turn her head to the side. I lick the tears off her cheek, and my hips start to move.

“Such a good girl for coming for me,” I tell her. “I knew you would.”

I pull back and slam forward. She pulls on the rope that binds her arms. Her hands are turning blue from how hard she’s managed to tighten them. I had just made slip knots to slide them into for easy access because I didn’t want to drug her. I needed her awake and aware of what was happening. So, I had to make things as easy as possible to restrain her while she fought me. She’s made them tighter by pulling on them during her pointless fight.

I lean down, taking a nipple into my mouth. I suck on it as I fuck her. The bed bangs against the wall so hard, we may break it.

Her soaking wet cunt clamps down on me again, and she’s coming.

“That’s my girl,” I say, licking my way up her chest to her neck. I kiss her racing pulse and slide my free hand under her head. I grip her hair, holding her in place while I sink my teeth into her neck, drawing her salty skin into my mouth, knowing I’ll leave a big hickey there.

Letting go, I trail kisses up her chin and the duct tape, so I’m over her lips. I kiss them before pulling back. Her watery blue eyes meet mine before she closes them.

“Look at me,” I order softly.

She opens them back up, and I grip the back of her knees, shoving her legs wide open for me, but my eyes fall to watch my cock slide in and out, covered in her cum. Biting my lip, I pound into her, making her tits bounce and her eyes fall closed. She’s coming again once more as I am.