Deviant (28 page)

Chapter 33

Tyler

Shit, I was fucking wasted. Fuck knows what the hell I was doing. I’d been at the club for about three hours, and all we’d done was drink and dance our asses off. Ian was doing his usual feeling me up thing he did on a regular basis. It bothered me, but it also bothered me that my stranger wasn’t here tonight. It was probably because he couldn’t hide himself so well here now, but it still pissed me off. Ian would only get suspicious if it didn’t let him do what he usually did. It was only when he rammed his tongue down my throat that I finally had the momentum to push him away with a playful swat. Ian just laughed, and I carried on dancing with Louisa. She was just as drunk as me and looking forward to going home to Peter tonight. Poor Peter!

Time flew by and it wasn’t long before I was on my way home, slurring the words of my address to the taxi driver. The driver looked a little apprehensive, but took me home anyway. His taxi was safe. It wasn’t until I got home and lay on my bed that the room suddenly started spinning.

That was enough to have me running. I was really going to regret this in the morning. I threw up all the contents from my stomach and then some. I couldn’t remember the last time I had gotten myself into this state.

Never again.

Pulling at the toilet paper, I suddenly realised that my stranger wasn’t around at all today. My toilet roll was in the same position I left it in. Strange how that really pissed me off. In my drunken haze, I felt a little uneasy about that prospect.

Where was he?

Chapter 34

Dean

A man who contemplates revenge keeps his wounds green.

Francis Brown

It was the following morning after hearing the news about Tyler and Ian. In a fit of rage, I had been up the whole night. I was starting to let her in, then she fucking did that to me. Again.

Not anymore. Operation Lotus was back on track. I wasn’t letting her get to me again, and I wasn’t going to take any prisoners. I knew the time was coming to a close soon, but I was too wrapped up in getting pussy-whipped by the one fucking person I set out to hurt in the first place.

No more.

Last night, I was so angry, I wasn’t thinking straight. When I found out she went home alone, I went in search of her. Lord knows what I would have said or done, but I was filled with so much anger that I didn’t care. It was only when I got to her apartment and saw her passed out on the bed that I started thinking more clearly. I never touched her. In fact, I pulled the cover over her so she didn’t get cold. How sick was that?

I couldn’t help it, though. Before I left, I just had to turn the toilet paper around the other way. Call it childish, call it having a temper tantrum. I don’t care. It was the one thing I could do to tell her I was still here, still watching her, and still very much in her life. There was no escaping my wrath now. I had become compliant towards Tyler. I had opened up a little and let her in. I had let her see a part of who I was now. She was never meant to see
any
of me. Not before it was too late. Not before she had fallen after I dragged her down with me. I warned her I was a demon. I warned her demons could never love. She, like every other woman, had tried to change me. Why does every woman want to change the way a man was? Why was it they found it so challenging to reel them in, only to rip their fucking hearts out?

No more.

It was only when I began to leave that I heard her in her sleep. “Dean…,” she called out. I froze, letting the rage come again. She had no right to dream about me when she was out sticking her tongue down another man’s throat and letting him touch her in places I’m only allowed to.

Only me!

When I got home, I tried to sleep, but it was no use. I ended up using my punching bag to let off steam. Exercise away the throbbing in my head, punch away every fucking thought I ever had about Tyler. It was in my rage that I began to form a plan. A plan I was to execute soon enough. But, first, I had to take her one last time. I had to make her realise she was mine and would never belong to anyone else. If she wanted her demon to act like one, that’s what I’d fucking do.

So I waited until nightfall and got ready. I took the Jag this time because I had been using the other two cars too often. It was time for a change…in more ways than one.

I parked the car and took the stairs up to her apartment. It was a cold, crisp night tonight. The kind of night you could see the steam coming from your mouth. It was just like me and just how I liked it: cold and unforgiving.

I walked through her door and noticed she was sleeping. She moaned and turned to me. It was almost as if she knew I was there before I even made a sound. Was she that aware of me?

I smiled despite myself. No matter who she let touch her, she would never escape the one person who could give her everything.

Me.

“Lotus,” she whispered, rubbing her sleepy eyes. She was naked, of course, which brought another smile to my face. She was learning fast.

“Get on all fours. Now!” I roared.

Tyler instantly froze, a hint of fear and what looked like lust in her eyes. I thought she would disobey me, demand to know what had gotten into me, but she complied. I walked towards her and noticed her breathing was hitched. She was looking towards me now, but I wasn’t going to let her see.

“Face forward,” I commanded and she did without a second glance. I gazed upon her naked form, admiring the way the curve of her back dipped slightly. Her hair was resting on her back and her ass was presented so beautifully, my dick strained with agony to get at it.

I couldn’t deny it. Tyler was exceptionally beautiful. Possibly the most beautiful woman I would ever meet, but it still didn’t take away the fact she was a witch. A woman born to use her beauty for all it was worth. She was a woman who deserved wealth, deserved the finer things in life that go along with that beauty of hers. And I hoped that when this was over, she would find someone who could give that to her. But she would never be completely free of me. She would never be able to love a man or have a man touch her the way I know I could I would always haunt her. Her Dean. Her Lotus.

As I circled her, I could feel the desire in Tyler. A desire for me to touch her. A desire for me to take her in any way possible. A desire to turn around and look at me, look at what I was doing.

“Face forward!” I grunted again and, immediately, she stiffened and stared straight ahead. It was then that I graced her with my touch. It was then, when I was caressing her ass, that she closed her eyes, giving into the feeling of my hand on her. She had been waiting for this moment for a long time now. I could tell.

“You’ve been very naughty, Tyler. Do you know what happens to naughty girls like you?”

Tyler frowned and tried turning her head. “I don’t know what you—”

“Face forward, Tyler. I won’t ask you again. Do you want me to punish you?” Shit, that was probably the wrong question. She probably
did
want to be punished, but not if it meant she didn’t get the release she was always so desperate for.

“Are you not going to make me come?” she asked, as if almost reading my mind.

I chuckled a little. “Only good girls get to come, Tyler. You’ve not been a good girl at all, have you? Maybe if you do as you’re told tonight, I may grant you your orgasm, but only if you do as you’re told. Do you understand?”

“Yes, but I don’t understand what you—”

I smacked her hard across the ass, making her yelp. “Is this how a naughty girl should be treated, Tyler? Is it?”

“What have I—?”

I smacked her hard again and she screamed out, panting and moaning. I bet if I were to touch her now, she would be dripping wet. “Where were you last night, Tyler?” I shouldn’t get into this with her. I probably should keep my anger a mystery, but now I could tell her just how fucking pissed off I was about her and Ian. Now she would know without knowing who I truly am. That would come later. That would come sooner than she could imagine.

I saw Tyler’s eyes darting like she was searching for the reason I was angry at her. Then, as if she suddenly remembered, she closed her eyes.

“That’s right, Tyler. Don’t ever think you’re never being watched.” I circled her ass again, causing her to shudder.

“It was not what you—”

I smacked her hard again and she yelped. “I wasn’t born yesterday, Tyler,” I growled. “Now, where were we? Oh yes, suitable punishment. How do you think you should be punished for your actions last night, Tyler?”

Her eyes widened. “You’re asking
me
?”

Reaching underneath her, I squeezed her nipple, causing her to moan. “Yes, I’m asking you. You’ve been naughty and need punishment. What do you think is suitable?”

I could see her hesitating, but I could also see her panting. I could tell her dark fantasies were very much at the forefront and it was causing no end of torture in her mind. Sweet, fucking, electric torture.

As she was pondering her punishment, I gazed at her presented pussy. I could see a hint of wetness form at the end and wanted to desperately taste it. Maybe if I did, it might help her along a little.

I wasted no time. Going behind her, I bent down and licked her slit up towards her clit, tasting her sweet wetness. Tyler shuddered and her knees almost gave way. “You’re not answering me, Tyler,” I purred, getting back to my torture. I darted my tongue inside her and hummed my approval. “You taste so fucking good, Tyler. Do you want to taste yourself?”

Tyler moaned and pushed back towards me, desperate for me to touch her again. Every bone in her body ached for me.

Placing my finger inside her, I flicked my tongue on her clit. “Please,” she begged, withering under my touch. She was already there, wanting so much for me to give her that release only she knows I could.

Pulling my finger out, I got off the bed and walked around to face her. Without another word, I placed my finger at her mouth. “Taste yourself. Taste just how goddamned fucking sexy you are,” I growled.

She did as instructed and closed her eyes. She licked and sucked on my finger before finally brushing her teeth against the edges. I almost lost control and just fucked her then and there, but I had to find out what her punishment would be first.

With my finger still wet, I traced a line from her shoulders, underneath towards her breast, before finally landing on her nipple again. They were both so erect, it was hard to keep focus.

With her breathing harsh, I followed my fingers towards her wet slit again and plunged my finger deep inside. She moaned and wriggled again, making it all the more harder for me to keep my head on straight. Everything about Tyler made me lose my mind.

Taking my fingers back out, I circled her ass again. Tyler moaned and pushed back. “You can take me there,” she whispered. “I want you to grab my hair and fuck me there.”

Shit, what was she trying to do to me? She was giving me permission to take her where she’d never been taken? Fuck, if that didn’t turn me on. How poetic that on one of the last nights, maybe even the
last
night, I would fuck her where she’d never been fucked.

“Are you sure?” I asked, my breathing getting heavy.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Please.”

“I need to make you wet, Tyler.”

“Spank me,” she said, her breathing even harsher now.

I wasted no time. I gave her the spanking she desired.

“I have been a naughty girl, Lotus. You need to punish me. Fuck me and spank me.”

Whoa, I think I see fucking stars
. Does this woman have any idea what she’s doing to me? Completely gone was the only reason I was here in the first place.

Positioning myself behind her, I unzipped my trousers and let my stiff cock free. It bounced and aimed itself straight for Tyler, as if seeking her fucking heat out. It was almost as if my dick had a mind of its own. It wanted Tyler, and knew exactly where she was and how to please her.

With a dip of my hand, I placed a couple of fingers inside her and played with her clit. Tyler raised her lips with each thrust, moaning my name. Gathering her wetness, I placed my fingers towards her ass and lubricated her. With one quick thrust, I was inside her pussy and I felt her clench around me. “Lotus,” she breathed, throwing her head back. I pulled myself out and rubbed the tip of my cock on her ass before plunging back inside her tight pussy.

“Oh god!” she cried and I knew she wouldn’t be able to last much longer.

I pulled out and rubbed my cock around her ass again, getting her truly wet there. Tyler pushed against me as if giving me permission now. Satisfied that she was wet enough, I edged in bit by bit. Tyler winced a little, causing me to stop, but she turned her head to me. “Keep going,” she breathed, her voice strained.

I smacked her ass and she yelped. “I told you to face the fucking front!” I shouted. It was hard to keep equilibrium. Tyler felt so fucking good and so fucking tight, I was finding it hard to keep control. I edged in again and again. She winced, but didn’t tell me to stop. I edged in again, and I was almost fully inside her. I wanted to move so much, it was fucking killing me. But I had to be gentle. I wasn’t a complete monster. I had to know that Tyler got her pleasure out of this. That was what this was all about, after all.

Placing my hand on her pussy, I found her little nub and started rubbing it. I had to try and get her to relax a little so she would enjoy this as much as I knew I would.

When she moaned, I knew I could fill her completely. With one more push, I filled her and the relief was immense. I could move now. I could start a rhythm, set my own pace, and watch Tyler fall apart underneath me.

So that’s what I did and, by fuck, she felt so good. “You’re so fucking tight,” I hissed, grabbing a fistful of her hair. “Am I hurting you?”

Tyler shook her head. “No. Keep going.”

I did as I was told and kept my pace up. Not as fast as I would have liked, but fast enough. With my other hand free now, I smacked her hard again and she moaned at my touch. Pushing my hand under her, I found her clit again and started rubbing. Tyler cried out and I knew that if I kept this up, she would come soon.

“You fucking like that, Tyler?” I asked, my breathing erratic. It was hard to keep focus when she felt so fucking brilliant.

“Yes!” she cried.

I kept rubbing her clit and pulling at her hair. “Do you want me to show you how naughty you’ve been?”

“Yes!” she cried again, giving me permission to smack her again. Tyler was on the edge now and I wasn’t too far behind. I couldn’t let myself come before she did. It wouldn’t be right. Gritting my teeth, I kept on. I closed my eyes and tried to think of anything instead of just how good she felt.