The Ritual

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.