Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 61
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Hearing that sentence, Stacy turned around, her feet slipping slightly on the floor of the tub as she tried to find her way out, but the next occurrence was water splashing all-over the place.
Her body fell inside, and her arms failed to move cos they’ve been held down tightly.
Now she can’t even hold her tits anymore, neither can she try to run, cos a second later, she’s floating face-to-face with him.
Cove.
Her arms are in his hold. He’s holding both wrists with just one hand, folding them on top of her head like a criminal caught creating crimes on parole. She didn’t struggle, cos doing that in this situation would make her tits move. He knows what he’s doing.
But surprisingly, he’s not even looking at her open chest. Instead, his eyes are on her face, locking totally on hers, asking series of questions she has no answer to.
Is it weird that she understands what he’s asking with those witchy eyes?
“I’m not gonna tell you I miss you,” she breathed.
He immediately lessened his hold on her wrists, pretending he was gonna let go.
She jerked, but just when she was about to break, he held the wrists tight again, curving them behind her back this time, so her tits pushed forward, n1pples so hard.
His eyes finally moved down to the tits, and he had a good second staring at them with a dirty smirk.
“Look at those eagarly hard beautiful untouched tits, greedy for some torture. Use that mouth and tell me to touch them, tell me you missed me, else even if ten minutes clock, I won’t let you out of this tub.” He groaned, resting his lips on her n1pple.
He didn’t open up, he just rubbed his lips around it like her t1t is some lipstick he needs to coat his corrupt lips.
That single action made Stacy go stiff, her asphyxiation worsened. Heartbeats turned more than ten per seconds, literally.
She couldn’t breath.
She couldn’t talk.
She couldn’t move.
She could only shake, tremble with the waves of the water.
He switched to the other n1pple, rubbing his lips on them, making it warm, harder, then he finally opened his mouth, sucking it inside.
His mouth is madly warm she wants to faint and die right here.
It’s heavenly, divine.
Her body awakened.
Her mouth opened, hanging.
The restraints she put around herself finally snapped, but before she could even start to enjoy the warmth, her n1pple slipped out of his mouth, and he kissed it.
He moved to the first one again, but instead of sucking, he looked up at her, meeting her doe eyes.
This is one of the rare moments she wished for magic to push the ti1s in his mouth and make him suck without having to talk by herself.
He said nothing, but she felt his second hand underwater, shifting her arse to sit on his laps.
Immediately that happened, her second stiffening happened.
She was right. This madman is naked in the water, so she could feel the bulge of his cóvk directly on her butt, so huge and erect.
Only thing separating it from her pvxxy right now is her bikini pant which is even transparent, so she could feel the pulse of his cvck, the warmness and the length.
She jerked, their eyes meeting as she tried to move again, but his hold on her wrist restrained her, and he did worse by dragging her arse again, grinding it on himself.
She gasped, her stiffness shattering into the water as his cvck rubbed on her pvxxy through her P@?tië?.
She gasped again when he did it again, rubbing himself against her, using his length to grind.
The friction made her mad.
Her body turned so responsive she can’t even control it. It followed his command, following his drags like a slave begging for meals.
The way their eyes locked. His dark, unhinged eyes, and the his warmness of his skin. He’s a cold motherFuçker, but how come his body is so warm she wants him to continue doing this till she falls into derailment.
Her mouth remained open, but she’s not making a sound. The water made the sounds for them, dropping and rising, dripping off the edges of the tub in thin lines.
The shadows of the students surrounding the area look like demons from hell as it reflected on the transparent curtains, and the lights seems to be turning duller.
Now he’s grinding her on himself for the twentieth time, and she’s very sure if they weren’t in the water, she’d be so shamelessly wet already.
She could feel her own wetness mixing with the water, and time seems to be crawling cos they still have six minutes left to act.
Her t1ts are more erect now, pushing against his chest each time he grinded her forward.
Also, with each grind, their lips are like an inch apart, but he’s not making any move to kiss her.
He focused on the grinds, his eyes holding hers, trapping her.
At the 22nd grind, she was already trembling. Holding back her Mõ@ns has been tough job, and now as she neared 0rg@zm, she feels like if she doesn’t let it out, she might lose it.
She quickly slapped her palm over her mouth, brows arching as his cóvk brushed her cold çlitoris again.
She shivered, jolting and jerking….
“I’m going to….”
“Cvm?” His voice hit the bathroom, the deep bass colliding with the water in a horse rumble.
He stopped grinding, and she began panting, hard and high.
“Say what you have to say then,” he said, eyes demanding, commanding, controlling and obsessively full.
He looks like he holds hell’s threshold as the water swam around his tattoos and the steam warmed his face, but it didn’t add warmth to his demeanor.
His bandage is already completely soaked on his chest, and right now the packs are blowing under his skin.
She wouldn’t talk, so he pushed her off him. The warmth disappeared immediately, and she instantly took lead herself, going for it.
She opened her legs, straddling his laps and wrapping the arms around his shoulders, going down on his chest, attaching her lips to the muscles, flesh and tattoos.
She kissed his body, tracing constellations with her lips, chasing warmth with her mouth, especially on the collarbone tattoo.
She kissed his little tits too, riding, gliding to his neck where she rubbed her nose on his Adam’s apple, tracing her tongue to his chin,…
She kissed his lips once without waiting. The bottom one.
He didn’t move.
She kissed the top one next, pulling on it and giving it a bite.
He stayed rocky.
She held his face, eyes speaking what she couldn’t say, but she realized playing vision games would only make her lose.
She voiced out.
“Please touch me,” she whispered, low and heated against his ears.
His eyes twitched poisonously.
She continued—
“Genuinely, I missed you. I even waited in the restroom for your arrival, but you didn’t come, and when you were being all cozy with Trinidad, I was—”
Her lips were trapped in his mouth before her words could finish.
Her eyes followed her wishes, snapping close immediately.
She wrapped her arms around him, kissing back, losing her breaths and sense of thinking.
Her first Mõ@n was wrenched out of her when he closed his palms on her tits, squeezing them wickedly.
But luckily, her lips were in his mouth, so he ate up the Mõ@n before it could even escape.
She nearly peed herself when he squeezed again like her bre@sts were his play toys, small in his palms.
She kissed him hard, but he kissed her harder, biting her lip twice, sucking her tongue and pulling her n1pples, pinching.
She Mõ@ned again, into his mouth. The tub became their sëxual bed. He raised a new bandage which had been laying underwater since the start, and he wrapped it around her mouth, tying it at the back of her head to hold back her Mõ@ns.
They have just four minutes left when he took her body in his arms like a fragile egg, going down on her like she did him, licking the milkiness of her skin and sucking on the succulence of her tits, nibbling on her n1ps and working her tongue over her skin.
He licked her everywhere like she’s the property he owns and will spend every dollar and waste lives to keep, shed blood to have, drop bodies to possess.
He licked her skin like a newborn, like the sweetie sin and the darkest damnation.
Neck, ears, tummy, bre@sts, navel and the waist. Stacy could only hang breathlessly on his arms as his tongue worked it.
As her Mõ@ns fell, they hit the bandage around her mouth, and she felt electrified as more of his workings engraved her skin.
The bandage is soaked with both her saliva and the water.
He kissed her waist beads one by Fuçkin one before dipping his head underwater.
Now her body is hanging on the tub wall, and her fingers opened when she felt him on her core, underwater.
He didn’t touch her P@?tië?. He didn’t even attempt to take it off.
It’s transparent enough. Enough for him to see what he wants.
He traced his fingers on the lips of her pvxxy, drawing the sensitive buds on the flesh with his cold fingers.
Stacy’s eyes blurred on top.
If the tub wall was soft, she’d be biting into it with her nails right now.
Her tits are trembling with her, and her hips are bucking, knees heating.
Feeling like her organs has been stolen, she bucked again.
Cove’s mouth circled into her pvxxy, skimming, breathing heat inside, exhaling warmth.
Her morals dissipated.
Her P@?tië? is still on, but it’s transparent enough for her to feel his warmness, his madness.
She attached her nails to the tub wall again, and two of her manicured pink nails fell into the tub.
With just one minute and thirty seconds left, Cove intended to ruin her, and he did.
His cóvk crown met with her covered center, and he resumed the rubbing.
She cried, struggling to take off the bond in her mouth, but he tied too tight she couldn’t handle it.
She wants to Mõ@n, but she’s not even allowed to.
The rubbings made her deliriously high. Her pvxxy breathed hungrily, struggling to take him in, but the fabric of her P@?tië? is the hindrance.
She knows he purposely left it on to do this, and now she’s about to go crazy on the wall of this tub.
She nailed the tub again, and another two of her nails fell in the water.
His head snaked up, lips trailing her waist chains to the navel, mouth kissing the breàsts.
He ripped the bandage on her mouth off and turned her around.
With her back on him, he made sure to press his cóvk in the middle of her covered arse.
His big palm held her neck from behind, tilting her head sidewards.
“My…. slvt…” He whispered, grinding against her butt.
“Fûck… Cove….” She gasped, hungry.
So hungry.
“T, It’s T.” He replied, hoarse, deep, demanding like his personality.
“T….” She whispered.
“Now repeat that, Dollface.” He ordered, kissing her neck, leaving her craving, needy, hungrier.
He pressed her ÇOçk to her arse again, his second hand around her waist, first hand still around her throat.
“Your slvt,” she replied, breathless.
“In this world, there can only be me for you. Anyone else comes close or think of coming closer?? I’ll kill him and hang his body out in the open, and I’ll punish you so much you’ll h@të me, but you know what? I love it when you h@të me, makes me want to warm my cóvk with your virginity blood on a graveyard.” He said.
Breathing hard, she opened her eyes to look at his scary ones, and he immediately captured her lips.
With the remaining three seconds, he kissed her like a devil in need of a sacred blood drop on his alter, squeezed her neck harder to leave his finger imprints.
She Mõ@ned thinly, and it ended up in his mouth, disappearing between his possessive groans and grunts.
The hourglass stopped pouring. The one last grain fell out.
Ten minutes over.
His cóvk stopped rubbing her butt, his hand left her throat, his frame left her back.
He climbed out of the tub easily.
She didn’t see his front view, but she was looking at his back view as he walked to where his clothes lay.
A GUILTY tattoo on his lower back, and in front of it, there’s a fading X.
GUILTY X.
She didn’t have time to start figuring out the meaning cos she saw something more interesting.
There’s a birthmark on his butt. Slightly dark on his clean skin. It carries the shape of a butterfly.
Before she could stare any longer, he already put on his boxers briefs.
He looked back, seeing she’s still sitting there in the tub.
He picked up her bra, and she stepped out too.
Surprisingly, he rounded her body with the bra, tying the rope and doing the straps.
Now he’s clearly seeing his bold masterpiece on her skin.
There are five hickeys on her neck, and her lips carry bite marks, again.
“You and Trinidad…” She said before she could stop herself.
“What? You’re gonna kill her if she comes any closer?” He smirked.
“I’m not maniacal like you,” she responded, face down
He leaned in, and she didn’t even bother to back up. He lifted her chin.
“You shouldn’t say that, for a girl who gets turned on by fear.” He whispered, voice effortlessly sèxy.
“Nutty,” she muttered.
He straightened, his broad chest flexing under his black singlet.
“Trinidad is an anchor who’s getting fired today.” He said plainly.
Then he led the way out of the area.
She was smiling as she followed him, but the smile decreased when the curtain opened, revealing the waiting students in the hall.
Eyes widened when they saw the marks on her skin and lips.
Dorian at the back isn’t even looking up. He’s still smoking.
On the second stick, and smokes surrounded him thickly, pouring out of his nostrils too.
The twins and Kehlani look the most shocked. They’re open-mouthed.
Stacy stood frozen by that entrance, till Cove grabbed her hand.
He took her by the wrist, and she instantly got a deja Vu of when he held her wrists in the tub.
Gawd, she’s not gonna forget that anytime soon at all.
He took her out of the area, and as much as she wants to stay with her friends, he didn’t let her go.
He took her to his spot at the right side of the back, beside Trinidad.
When Trinidad saw the mappings on her skin, she smiled, nudging her with an arm.
“You took my word and had fun, it’s obvious.” She said.
Stacy’s cheeks heated. She looked at Cove, he’s currently striking a matchstick on a matchbox.
When the fire erupted and reflected in his eyes, she saw silver, and she wondered what kinds phenomenon is that. Turning silver with fire?
Strange.
Cove fired up a cigar, smoking.
Having it in mind that she’s not tolerant to cold, he looked around and sighted a new towel on a hanger.
He moved to go get it, but Trinidad moved too.
She went to get the towel and came back to cover Stacy with it.
“Thank you,” Stacy muttered, smiling awkwardly.
She’s not used to Trinidad’s kindness. Same girl who’s Tania’s rival?
Too weird.
But she didn’t take it for granted.
She held the towel to herself and sat gently behind Cove’s spot.
Now, the second pair is preparing to enter the tub.
She could feel the eyes of her friends on herself from the front, all definitely dying to hear gists, but she doesn’t want to leave this place yet.
If she does, will Cove start cozying up with Trinidad again?
She adjusted on her seat, and that was when she noticed she’s getting stares from the students.
Almost everyone is staring.
“Ice prince T, if you were home and people are staring at your angle this much, you’d have them beheaded, right?” Trinidad whispered.
“Now you’re dragging it,” Cove said.
Trinidad chuckled.
“But yeah, I’ll have them beheaded and leave their head in the open for days,” he said.
Trinidad got serious.
“Is your family a mentally deranged one where everyone is insane? Cos I don’t even understand.” She said.
Instead of answering, Cove sat beside Stacy, hair slightly wet.
Trinidad scoffed and just turned her back on them.
Stacy slowly slid her hand into his right hand since he’s smoking with the left one..
He looked at her.
“My hand temperature is naturally cold. Don’t be deceived by my body warmth.” He said.
“I know, but I still wanna hold.” She replied, aptly.
He let her, and he even closed his palm on her hand.
She smiled warmly
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[12PM, Stacy’s Suite]
The fun is still ongoing outside the suites. No one is asleep yet.
Some are experiencing the night bazaar at the mirage market where they get to taste street foods from around the world, luxury dessert shops, custom jewelry stores and fire performers.
Some are at the sky-glass pool, a huge floating infinity pool suspended over the resort where DJs crash the night and champagne bars are built inside the water.
And some are at the midnight arena where a party coliseum is ongoing with a concert stage, laser shows and expensive fireworks.
The twins and Kehlani are experiencing the nightlife with the other students, but Stacy decided to come here for a rest.
Not because she’s tired, but because she needs time to relish on what she experienced in the tub.
She 0rg@zmed, and it’s not even a normal one. She 0rg@zmed so hard she broke four of her expensive nails.
No idea how he did it with her P@?tië? on, but he’s not Wizard for jokes, after all.
She was blushing as she sat in bed, half of her body covered and and the other half open.
Her arms are around her legs, and she chuckled shortly, giving her lip a little bite. It happened to be on the spot his bite mark is, so she winced, his face flashing her memories.
When he said T, she rewinded and thought harder about it.
She knew everything about him was fake from the start, so she’s not even surprised his name ain’t Covey.
But what could T be?
Theodore?
Tammy?
Tristan?
Tess?
She has no idea, but it has to be something as intimidating as him.
And now she’s curious about the kinda family this madman was born into, and what happened to him exactly? What made him run?
Why is he a pyro and why is he that damaged mentally?
Not that that’ll be a problem though. She can fix him, if he lets her.
And who are the people after him?
Why does his eyes glint silver with fire? Why is his hands cold but his body do Fuçkin warm?
And those sound processors she saw behind his ears?
Why?
There are so many questions, but she’s not planning to rush.
She’s gonna take her time finding him out if he wants.
Even if he doesn’t want.
She got off bed, the sound of the loud music pounding the resort making the floors breath under her foot.
She walked to the front of the mirror, checking out her hickeys.
The five is still there. Fresh, bright red, and the two bite on her lips.
She lowered her singlet, checking out her tits too. Still red from his brutal squeezes.
Her core clenched around nothing.
She quickly stepped away from the mirror, and her phone bleeped in bed almost immediately.
She rushed to it, thinking it’s her girls expecting her outside.
But it’s him.
His line isn’t saved on her phone, but who doesn’t know how he talks?
• I got a ghost face mask. Come to
Emerald woods in ten minutes.
Her chest slammed, anticipation caging her already as she saved his line as Nutjob.
She slid her feet into her flops, and she rushed out of the room.
But right outside the Suite, Dorian stood, back to the wall. He’s still smoking, maybe the tenth stick?
“Hey,” Stacy sounded.
No reply from him, so she continued her journey.
“He doesn’t love you,” he spoke up, tilting off the wall.
She stopped, slowly turning around to meet his gaze.
Red eyes. Feverish face.
“Soon, you’re going to understand me. He’s only using you.” He said.
“Dorian —”
He returned his cigar to his lips, walking off without turning, the cloud of his cigar followed him.
Stacy waited few minutes after he disappeared to his own suite, then she wiped her palms on her laps and resumed her journey to emerald.
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