The Ritual: A Dark College Romance

In order to succeed, you don’t have to be stronger, just deadlier.

This time, I pull it out all the way and toss it into the sink that still runs from when she turned it on, replacing it with two fingers that are still covered in lube from applying it on my cock. “Take in a couple of deep breaths,” I tell her.

Her watery eyes meet mine in the mirror, and she puckers her lips, sucking in a deep breath, and then relaxes as she lets it out while I push a third finger into her. She cries, and I remove them. “Again,” I tell her.

The first tear runs down her cheek, but she does as I say. I repeat the process with just two fingers this time, knowing she’s ready.

Letting go, I yank my hoodie up and over my head before tossing it to the floor. Not wanting it to get in the way. Taking my cock in my hand, I step closer to her and slide the head of my dick along her ass, slowly running it up and down, smearing the lube all over her. “One more,” I say, reminding myself to go slow. If I tear her, I’ll have to wait to have it again.

When she sucks in a breath, I push the head into her, spreading her tight ass. She cries out, and I bite my bottom lip when it opens up for me.

I pull out and push in again, just my head. Letting her get used to it.

“Ryat,” she softly cries, her body already shaking under mine.

I reach around between her body and the countertop—this is why I left some space—and begin to play with her clit. Her head falls back onto the countertop, and I pull out, pushing into her again, going deeper this time.

Yanking on the rope, she whimpers.

“Goddamn,” I moan, unable to stop myself. Pulling out, I push in, a little deeper once again.

She’s gasping for breath, and I’m trying not to fucking come right now. Clenching my teeth, I slide out and watch her ass open for me as I enter her again with more force this time, burying myself in deeper. “I’m halfway,” I say, more to myself than her.

“You will come, Blake,” I promise her. Reaching into the front pocket of my jeans, I pull out pink rubber vibrator—Lovense Lush 2. I bought it for her last week but haven’t had the chance to use it yet. Now is the best time.

I remove my cell from the other pocket and pull up the app. I turn the vibrator on and rub it against her clit while setting my cell on the counter next to her head. She squirms, her body pulling on her restraints. I gently rub it in circles, just teasing her. I have it turned all the way down right now, not ready for her to come just yet.

When I push two fingers into her, she rises on her tiptoes, a strangled cry leaving her parted lips as I pump them in and out of her, getting her wetter. They pick up their pace, getting a little more forceful. When I think she’s ready, I remove them, her body sagging against the countertop.

I take the vibrator and rub it over her wet cunt, getting it lubed up before pushing it inside her. She’s panting, the side of her face on the counter, her eyes closed. “Ryat …” she cries out, lifting her head up, and wide blue eyes meet mine in the mirror.

I know she’s used vibrators before. I’ve seen them in her nightstand at her apartment. But using one on yourself and someone using one on you are two very different feelings. She’s not in control here. I am.

I undo my belt and then unzip my jeans, pulling out my dick. Then I pick up the lube and spread it all over my length, making sure to coat every inch of myself until it’s dripping off me.

Reaching out, I take the diamond and slowly turn it in a clockwise circle. She sucks in a breath, her body tensing. “Relax,” I warn, slapping her ass cheek. “Focus on the vibrator.”

I gently pull on the plug, and she whimpers. Before it can pop out all the way, I gently push it back inside her, and she moans. “That’s it,” I say and do it again.

Her breathing picks up even more, and she yanks on the ropes that keep her open for me.