The Ritual: A Dark College Romance

RUNNING UP BEHIND her, I reach out and grab a handful of her hair, yanking her to a stop.

Her voice rings out through the empty club over the music. “Not fast enough.” I growl in her ear then shove her into the side of the bar. Her hands slap the top, and I grab them, yanking them behind her back and cuff them in place, making sure they’re nice and tight just how my girl likes them.

Then I yank her to stand, spin her around, and throw her over my shoulder. She whimpers at the position, and I start carrying her off to the door at the end of the hall.

I knew exactly what to say to my wife to get her to come down here. I’ve watched her reactions, paid attention to how her body responds to me and the things I do to her. My girl has a praise kink. I noticed it before, but today, I felt the way her body melted into the side of mine when we were in Ty’s office, and he praised the woman for swallowing.

I know she’s nervous about her initiation later tonight, and I wanted to do something for her to try to take her mind off it. Nothing is more effective than getting fucked. So, I’m going to have my way with her and then praise her for allowing it.

Opening up the door, I feel her body bouncing over my shoulder while I carry her down to the basement. Ty had given me the code to turn all the cameras off here at Blackout, so I made sure to do so before I called her and had her come downstairs. The outside ones are still on, but I wasn’t going to allow anyone to log in while we’re awake or to go back and look come tomorrow.

I was already down here earlier after she passed out and got everything I wanted ready for her. I’m about to show her the darker side of what we both like.

I set her down on her feet, and she sucks in a deep breath. I’m sure my shoulder in her abdomen made it hard to breathe at that angle. She looks up at me, her eyes full of desire. She’s ready for whatever I have planned, or so she thinks. She may feel different afterward.

I pull the knife out of my pocket and flip it open.

“Ryat,” she breathes and goes to step back, but I reach out and grab her shirt, pulling her to me.

“Don’t move,” I order and slice through the material, cutting it down the middle and then both sleeves so I can remove it completely.

My eyes fall to her pretty pink nipples and see that they’re hard. They’re not the only thing!

“Spread your legs,” I demand, and she widens her feet. I pull her underwear to the side and run my finger over her cunt. “That’s what I like to feel.” I push it into her easily, feeling how wet she is already. It’ll be dripping with cum when I’m done with her.

She gasps when I add a second one, just feeling around. Toying with her. Pulling them out, I grip the material and slowly run them down over her legs, where she steps out of them.

She stands before me naked, hands cuffed behind her back, and I smile down at her. “So gorgeous.” I praise her, and her eyes grow heavy. “But I want you filthy.”

When she opens her mouth to ask what I mean by that, I reach out and grab her hair and pull her to the center of the room, making her scream instead.

Forcing her to her knees, she whimpers, and I kneel behind her. I pick up the short chain bolted to the floor and fasten the opposite end to the chain that links the handcuffs—securing her to the concrete floor.

Standing, I walk around in front to look down at her. Her shoulders are pulled back, pushing her already large tits out, and they bounce with each intake of breath. “Ryat,” she moans my name, staring up at me, shifting on her knees.

“Shh,” I say, kneeling in front of her. Reaching out, I run my fingers over her parted lips. “I’m going to make it feel good,” I promise her.

She takes in a shaky breath, and I pull my hand from her face to remove what I need from my pocket.

“Open your mouth,” I order.

Her eyes widen when she sees what I’m holding, but she complies without hesitation. I place the gag into her mouth, having to force it open a little farther, making sure the O-ring fits behind her teeth. Then I bend over and fasten the buckle behind her head, tightening it so she can’t push it out on her own.

Sitting back on my heels, I look at it. I like gagging her. I usually stuff her underwear in her mouth and tape it, but I wanted this time to be different. I want to be able to use her mouth while limiting her voice at the same time.

This particular gag is an open-mouth gag that forces her mouth wide open for easy use. I’m not going to say it’s comfortable, but the metal ring is wrapped in leather and so are the straps so it doesn’t hurt. Her tongue moves inside of her mouth, and I look over her perfect white teeth and can already see the spit at the back of her throat. She tries to swallow it the best she can and whimpers when she realizes just how difficult that’s going to be for her.

Reaching out, I run my knuckles down her cheek and over the leather strap. She closes her eyes, her body trying to fight the cuffs secured to the floor.

Dropping my hand, I reach into my other pocket and pull out a Sharpie. Opening her eyes, she spots it and starts fighting the restraint harder, trying to talk, but it just sounds like grunting.

I pop the lid off and grab her left breast in my hand. Squeezing it to the point she releases what sounds like a cry, I draw a heart around her hard nipple. Then repeat it with the other one. Then I put my hands on her knees and shove them apart. Again, unintelligible noises come from her open mouth. I write MINE above her pussy, over her pelvic bone. “Better,” I say, and her body shakes.

I toss the Sharpie across the room, done with it, and run my hands over her cunt since her legs are wide open for me. “Aw,” I say, my eyes going to hers. “She’s soaked now, Blake.”

Her head falls back, and she looks up at the ceiling with her watery eyes, trying to avoid looking at me like she’s too ashamed to make eye contact.

That won’t do.

Reaching up with my free hand, I place my thumb under her chin and two fingers inside her mouth, forcing her head down. “Look at me!”

She sucks in a breath, her body trembling. Her tongue is secured under my fingers, and she tries to move them, but it’s no use. She told me whatever I wanted, and what I want tonight is to make my wife my little slut.

To fucking use her!

My hand between her legs thrusts two fingers all the way into her, and her body jerks. I force a third one inside her, and her heavy panting fills the room. I start finger-fucking her, and her hips rock back and forth with my rhythm, unable to stop herself. Her knees fight to close, but I change up my position and kneel before her, using my knees to shove hers open as far as I can. She’s completely immobile with no voice and no choice but to kneel and enjoy it.

Her body stiffens, her cunt clamping down on my fingers, and she comes. Removing my fingers from her pussy and her mouth, she sags on her knees. I hold up my now cum-soaked hand and look at it. I want to lick them clean, but I don’t. That orgasm wasn’t for me.

I stand and look down at her. She’s got some drool on her chin but not nearly enough.

“I want that mouth drooling as much as that pussy,” I say, and she whimpers. Her tear-filled blue eyes shine up at me.

My right hand grips the top of her hair to hold her head in place, and I stick two fingers into her mouth with her cum on them. I slowly run them along the inside of her cheek before going to the other one. “Stick your tongue out for me,” I order softly.

She sticks it through the ring, and I run my fingers over the top of it, pushing them to the back of her throat, making her gag and her body jerk. I do it again and hold them there.

Her body fights me, the chains clinking while she pulls on them. “Breathe through your nose,” I tell her.

She doesn’t have much experience in the sucking dick department. I’ve only had my cock in her mouth that one time during the vow ceremony. Women need training to deep throat a dick. Some—but not most I’ve been with—can do it right out of the gate. Like they practice on dildos at home alone before they even have boyfriends to master the craft.

Her throat works while she tries to swallow, and I run my fingers up and down her tongue before pressing them to the back—repeating the motion. She gags once again, and I watch fresh tears run down her face when she blinks.

Pulling my hand out completely, she chokes, spit flying from her mouth. Drool now runs down her chin and covers her perfect breasts and flat stomach while she sucks in breath after breath. “That’s more like it.”

Her head hangs forward the best it can, a line of drool leaking from her open mouth reaching the floor, and I watch her shaking body with satisfaction.

My girl.

My wife.

My filthy little slut.

I remove my mask, throwing it to the floor before I remove the cloak, getting more comfortable.

BLAKELY

I CAN’T FEEL my hands or my legs. They’re all numb. My body is covered in sweat and drool, and my jaw hurts.

Opening my heavy eyes, I see him widen his stance in front of my kneeling body and know what’s coming. The sound of his zipper only confirms it.

His hand grips the hair on top of my head, and he lifts my head, pushing it back. I look up at him through watery eyes while he stares down at me with what I can only explain as raw dominance.

I love it!

This is what my body wants. What it needs. To be his. You can be someone’s wife but still want to be used. Ryat never makes me feel ashamed or embarrassed for that.

I try swallowing the excess drool sitting at the back of my throat, but it doesn’t work. Biting his bottom lip, he strokes his hard dick a few times before he steps into me.

He slides into my mouth, and the excess drool pushes out the sides of my open lips and runs down my skin to land on my tits. My entire body is wet—if not from sweat then drool or the cum between my legs.

His cock slides along the inside of my mouth, and I try to suck on it the best I can, but it’s impossible since my lips can’t close around it.

“Fuck, Blake,” he growls. Letting go of the top of my head, he bends his knees, getting lower, and spreads his large hand across the back of my head, holding it in place while he slowly fucks my mouth, knowing that it won’t stay like this for long.

He pushes to the back of my throat, and I gag, my body fighting not to vomit while trying to breathe at the same time.

I blink, fresh tears running down the side of my face, and he looks down at me, his green eyes hooded and needy. He runs his tongue along his bottom lip before pulling it between his teeth and biting down.

My soaked pussy clenches, wanting him to fuck it.

As he pulls completely out of my mouth, the drool runs down my front once again before he pushes back into me, shoving it to the back of my throat harder this time. Right as I gag, he pulls it out. I get a quick breath in just before he shoves his hips forward. His hand on the back of my head keeps it from moving. There’s no way for me to fight it.

No. I’m his to use however he wants. And it’s got my nipples hard and pussy begging to be fucked.

His good girl.

My nose is running as much as my eyes are crying. I can only imagine how awful I must look, but he is staring down at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

Pulling out, he forces his way back in, and when his eyes fall shut, I know he’s about to fuck my mouth as if it’s my pussy when he moans, “Goddamn.”

I kneel, cuffed and gagged wide open for him to use, fighting the urge to vomit and trying to breathe every chance I get.

His fingers grip my hair, and my eyes start to roll back into my head from lack of oxygen when he pulls out of my mouth, and a feral growl rips through the room right before his cum hits my mouth, face, and body.

I sag on the floor, trying to breathe, when I hear him zip up his jeans. I open my heavy eyes, looking up at him through watery lashes.

He kneels before me, breathing heavily. He reaches out, his hand wrapping around my throat but not taking away my air. Thank God, because I’m still trying to catch mine. “Good girl, Blake. Good girl.”

My eyes fall closed, and an unintelligible whimper comes from my open mouth at his praise. It was worth it!