High School Never Ends Ch. 03

Skye had no idea how she fell asleep that night, the anxiety over the situation she had been put in could not allow for any peace of mind, and yet rays of light shining through the unfamiliar curtains confirmed that it was indeed morning, and at some point during the night, she had fallen into a slumber of sorts. The weight of Nickolas' arm also destroyed any hope that last night was merely a bad dream and that she wasn't indentured to him inevitably.

She had managed to slip from underneath his arm and off of the bed without waking him.

Skye needed to get out.

Nickolas had agreed to give her three days to decide, not that she needed them. She would do anything to keep her mother from seeing that tape, she realized as she quietly put on her clothes and slipped out of the bedroom door.

She just needed to get away and clear her head.

Skye had no more than closed the door behind her before turning into a solid, shirtless body. Muscled arms enveloped her keeping Skye upright. She choked on the screech that was making its way out of her throat. Remembering Nickolas was still sleeping, she didn't want to risk waking him.

Glancing up, Skye had every intention of saying a quick thank you, since whoever this was had kept her from falling, and then proceed to take off, to the nearest exit, out of this mansion of terror, until she looked at who she had bumped into.

She had to quickly reopen the door that she just left out of to make sure she wasn't crazy.

There Nickolas was sleeping soundly, she turned back to the doppelgänger in front of her, remembering to quietly close the door in front of her. She was fairly certain Nickolas Asante did not have a twin and yet the man in front of her was his spitting image.

It was his eyes that confirmed it. This guy's was blue, an icy blue. She didn't have time to ponder this. Time being of the essence and all.

"Sorry. I thought you were someone else."

Her words rushed past her lips in a forced whisper. The stranger wearing Nickolas' face smiled.

"I assume it's whoever is in that room."

His voice was low, soft, and playful. It belied the proximity of what his body meant as he slowly approached her. Skye looked into blue of his eyes and could tell there was a twinkle of interest behind them. She felt her back hit the door behind her when she backed away from him. The same door that held the reason for her need to escape.

This stranger was right in his assessment. The door she was currently pinned to did hold her reason for such a hasty exit.

A squeak burst from Skye's mouth as the solid door frame gave way and the support of her weight was lost, her bare back connecting with Nickolas' equally exposed chest breaking her fall.

Powerful arms encircled her waist pulling her body more securely against his and Skye could feel his chin resting atop her head.

"Daniel." The vibrations resonated in her back and chest when Nickolas spoke his name. It surrounded her, his voice, somehow lulling her into a more submissive state.

He seemed calm enough and Skye was sure they made the perfect image of a doting couple in the moment with how he held her.

"Hey Nick." Daniel's voice was a little to cherry for her liking

"So this was who you were trying to get away from."

Daniel's eyes moved back to Skye's as he addressed her. it wasn't a question and when their eyes connected, the mischief and humor behind them confirmed that he knew good and damn well who she was trying to get away from. When the arms around her flexed, she began to wonder if he had held her up, just long enough to give Nickolas time to get her himself.

She glared at Daniel as Nickolas dismissed him and pulled the her back into the room, her hopes of escaping, without him further infiltrating her mind, vanishing as the door closed in front of her, Daniel's smiling face also disappearing behind it.

"I never took you for the love 'em and leave 'em type."

She could her shuffling after Nickolas had moved away from her.

She refused to look at him.

"That's funny, I never took you for the blackmailing type, but here we are learning all sorts of things we didn't know about each other."

The agitation in Skye's voice was evident and Nickolas was thrilled that he could get under her skin in more than one way. The fact that she had yet to turn from the door and face him was just another sign of her passive-aggression. The space between their bodies diminished and Skye felt the heat of his breath on her neck. The urge to rest against him growing with breath. And Skye herself was confused with her own responses to him.

She stood strong.

"I'll come to you in three days, like we agreed. Just give me space until then."

Opening the door Skye stepped away from a smiling Nickolas and walked home.

*****

Three days had gone by pretty quickly for Skye with little to no interaction from Nickolas.

True to his word he gave her space. He definitely meant what he said and was a man of follow through. But for all the space he gave her physically, Skye was still unable to escape him in her thoughts, and if she were being 100%, she was excited for what was in store for her at his hands.

She had always been a good girl, doing what she was told in fear of displeasing her mother. Not that this was much different. She could only imagine the displeasure on her mother's face if she ever saw that tape.

But there was more to it.

She had always been curious about sex. A topic which her mother was a strictly wait until marriage type. No ifs ands or buts about it.

Now, she was in the middle of the if, the and, and the but.

She wasn't a willing participant in her deflowering and now, with being blackmailed and all, she was being coerced into becoming an active participant in this. She may as well find a way to enjoy it.

She was completely distracted in her studies, catching herself staring at Nickolas in the classes that they did share. If they didn't have a class together she was thinking about him, remembering his hands on her skin, his lips on hers, the sensation of him filling her so completely.

There had been more than one occasion where she had been called out for not paying attention.

By the third day, Skye was more than ready to get this over with. The wait, the anticipation was really starting to get to her. So when she was finally released from school and completed her task at the shop, she found herself outside of Nickolas' door waiting for him to respond to her knock.

Her mother was closing the shop today after she told her she had a study group. She had to close it a little earlier than normal, in order to make her night shift on time. The walk to Nickolas' allowed for more than enough time for Skye to ponder her guilt at lying to her mother.

A man she didn't recognize answered her knock and ushered her into the grand foyer to await the person she came for.

She had never seen such opulence. As she stood in complete silence, the awe of her situation, the surrealism, and contrasting reality set in.

The decadence in which these people lived provided the means for someone like her to be used. Wealth, such as what was on display before her, was not gathered over night and surely not by luck. This was gained by power and influence, a world of games and intrigue Skye knew nothing of.

Once again Nickolas' presence overwhelmed her. She never thought he could seem anymore overpowering, but watching him descend the grand staircase, in his own home, completely shattered that misconceived thought.

His hand was placed on the small of her back when he reached her and he guided her through his home. Could it even be called a home? Skye was unsure as they walked past rare paintings, artifacts, and costly furnishings that gave her the impression of walking through a museum. She could hear her mother's voice from her early years.

"Do you have any money? No. Then don't touch nothing, cuz if you break it, I'm gonna have to buy it and the change is coming outta yo' ass. Get it. Got it. Good."

Skye consciously brought her hands closer to her sides. She knew with her job there was no way she could afford anything she broke here , no matter how small.

"I'm surprised you found the place so easily. We haven't spoken since the party so I didn't give you my address..."

His question brought her from her past memories. "The school directory. Everyone's address is listed."

They stopped at the pool house. Nickolas stated this was the most private area on the property and she barely had time to notice the building's exterior, before being pulled inside and being pushed against the wall.

Fingers roughly became entangled in her coils nearly becoming painful and Skye moaned her hands reaching for Nickolas' to relieve the pressure he was causing. Body on body they were flushed against each other and her head was pulled back further before his lips crashed against hers.

Her lips were forced open by Nickolas', his tongue sweeping inside her mouth at the first opportunity. The sensual assault was reeking havoc on her senses and when he placed his free hand on the other side of her face, effectively trapping her, Skye felt overpowered by him, which was his ultimate goal.

Nickolas got off on power and being able to wield it in whatever way he saw fit.

He wanted Skye. He wanted to wield the fire that was her spirit and use it for his needs. The way she responded to him, in her innocence,. had his mind racing with all the things he could teach her. He could mold her into an exceptional being, all for his enjoyment.

Nickolas could feel himself hardening with each thought of the girl he had pinned to the wall. She had barely noticed his fingers withdrawing from her tangle of curls and the wall beside her.

"Wrap your legs around me."

The words fanned across her face, his lips still pressed against hers as he spoke.

His hands were massaging the fleshy globes of her backside before lifting her. Skye complied without a second thought, her hands automatically sliding to his shoulders and her mind, aware only of the intense sensations caused by the man before her.

Complying to his demand, he was able to carry her to one of the many bedrooms by memory, never stumbling over any of the furniture.

More of his time was spent here than at the actual manor. He enjoyed the isolation. The manor was his father's domain, where his will was exerted.

Here it was his will that mattered and no one else's.

"Do you know why you're here?"

Her brown doe eyes looked back at him as he laid her gently on he bed. He watched her try to break free from the fog of lust he created for her. He saw on her face the moment she resurfaced.

"Because you taped us having sex."

The indignation in her voice juxtaposed the complaint position she was in beneath him, her legs still wrapped around his waist welcoming him closer to her. He chuckled.

"No, that was only a means to get you here. You are here because I want you here."

"So your needs are allowed to eclipse the needs of those around you?" Skye asked incredulously.

"My needs are the only ones that matter." His matter of fact tone caught her off guard. She didn't know what to think of it.

The interlude ended when his lips touched hers. Languid and gentle, it was the complete opposite of his punishing kiss from earlier.

Skye no longer attempted to keep up with the sudden changes to his treatment of her and instead allowed herself to just feel what he did to her. Feel the butterflies in her stomach as Nickolas' hands slid under her shirt. His fingers danced across her torso before gently caressing the underside of her breasts, just inside her bra. She could feel her pussy clench for him even though he was not yet inside her, and damn it if she didn't want him there. All the while his tongue set her a blaze as it coaxed her own to play with his, ultimately forcing her to move at his leisure.

Her back arched, thrusting her breast more firmly into the palm of his hands. His tongue had moved on to more sensitive areas after he showed dominion over her mouth. Each flick behind her ear, each suckle of her lobe, cause her to be more and more reckless losing herself to his ministrations as he skillfully manipulated her body to react to him and her mind, also following suite, lost hold on the very reason she was even here in his bed in the first place.

Nickolas felt the moment she gave into him fully. His arm had wrapped around her lower back supporting her when her back bowed and her breast were thrust more securely in his other hand.

She was so responsive and he loved it. It wasn't unnatural for her. There were no overly done responses like what he had dealt with previously from other girls with the erroneous thoughts that it turned him on to here it. That he would be even more interested in them if they were overly enthusiastic. He was too good at manipulating to be manipulated by these silly high school girls.

No everything about this girl was authentic. This was just her, just Skye and she couldn't help but respond to him and Nickolas couldn't prevent the addiction to that, even if he wanted to.

He switched their positions, rolling himself on his back and pulling Skye with him so she now straddled his waist.

"Take off the dress."

The dress in question was a simple button down A-line with short sleeves and a V-neck. The request itself was simple... No not request, demand. From the way he kissed, to the way he held her, even how he spoke to her, Skye knew he would get what he wanted with or without her cooperation. In this case, the dress was coming off, and he was giving her the opportunity to comply, she could either do as she was told like a good girl or watch one of her favorite dresses come to ruin as he tore it from her body. Then what would she wear home after this. She seriously doubted Nickolas had anything her size in here.

One by one her trembling hands undid each button. Her mind made up that she would play this smart. She had already had sex with him, and he already had a tape of it. It couldn't get any worse.

His hands held her at her hips and he slowly, almost absentmindedly, rocked her against his hardness, his eyes never leaving her face as she struggled to complete her task. A task that became especially difficult when he thrusted against her. The air caught in her throat and her hands went to clench at his chest as tremors of pleasure ran up and down her spine.

"Keep going Skye, I didn't say stop."

She had never heard her name come out of his mouth in such a way. His voice was deeper and huskier than she had ever heard it completely deterring her from gathering her composure.

"Now Skye."

She kept her head down and nodded. She hadn't met his eyes since she started undressing, and had only gotten through about five buttons in the last ten minutes that he had started this.

He couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was half dress above him. Her breasts were now exposed, where the bra didn't cover and her hair was wildly strewn about. He once again started to rock her against him when she picked back up on the uncompleted task at hand.

Her dress fell open exposing her yellow matching bra and lace panties. He admired her flat stomach and her overall physique. This was only the beginning for the two of them. He unclasped her bra and ripped the panties from her thighs, eliciting a cry as the snap of the material stung her skin.

God he couldn't wait to be inside her again, but he had others matters to attend to first. Skye was going to learn what pleased him and he looked forward to teaching her.

He sat up off the bed, his hands never leaving Skye's hips, her arms quickly encircling his neck an her legs around his waist. He carried them both away from the bed and to an Italian made leather chair, where he deposited them.

"On your knees."

She obeyed. The state of his arousal causing his command to come out clipped and harsher than he intended. He unzipped his pants, fishing free his cock from the opening. It was the first time Skye had seen it in the light of day and intimidating was an understatement.

As she watched Nickolas grip the base of his shaft, she could hardly believe she had managed to fit all of it inside of her three days prior. Her eyes flashed back to Nickolas' exposing her uncertainty to him. She couldn't do this, there was no way she could do this. She had to figure a way out of this.

Desperation began to build in her and Nickolas continued to watch the emotions play out across her face, lazily pumping his fat cock in his hand. Everything about the kneeling girl was an aphrodisiac to him and he had to masturbate while he watched her fight her emotions, in order to keep control of himself. He would not help her. He would not console her while she dealt with her feelings, she would have to do that for herself.

He saw the moment she she resigned herself, once again, to her fate and decided then to reward her. A gentle caress with his free hand, the back of his knuckles tracing her jawline to her ear before his fingers again tangled in her coily hair, pulling her closer to his thick shaft.

The moment was captivating.

"I want you to take it in your mouth Skye."

Uncertainty flashed across her eyes when she looked back up to him. He gave her a nod of encouragement before she tentatively moved closer. The scent of his musk, earthy with a hint of soap, enveloped her, overtaking her senses as she hovered over the head of his rod. It was an angry red at the tip, which disappeared and reappeared behind his foreskin with each pump from his fist. It took Skye a moment to recognize this to mean he was uncircumcised and as she continued to observe his movements, she ended up closer to the shaft itself. The thick veins, intricate highways of blood vessels running up and down his length.

The earthy clean scent of him grew stronger, she noted, the nearer she drew to his hairless, heavy sacs that housed the sperm he would soon deposit in her.

Gingerly, her tongue escaped her lips to touch the skin when his shaft and sac connected. Nickolas' sudden intake of air concerned Skye and her brown eyes quickly met his green ones, darkened by desire as he watched her learn what he responded to.

"I didn't say stop." Full lips where pressed into a grim line as Nickolas concentrated on not letting the pleasure of her mouth overcome him.

Resolve or fear now newly restored, Skye repeated the move and more. Licking the thick vein on the underside of his shaft, she flattened her tongue against him before swirling it around the rim of the head.

Curiously, she flicked her tongue along the slit, sampling the pearl of fluid collecting there. The flavor of his precum exploding on her taste buds. The savoriness of him helping her keep her resolve as she took the tip in his mouth.

She could do this. And the more of his precum that leaked onto her tongue, the more Skye believed she could handle it. Liking the taste she, figured she would also like the taste of his cum not really knowing the distinction between the two.

Embolden, she sucked him deeper into her mouth, her moist cavern bestowing a hunger in him for more. A sharp pain at the base of Skye's head prompted her to look at Nickolas again as his hold tightened pulling at her hair. Concerned once more that she had done something wrong, her eyes lifted to his and was met with what appeared to be a different person altogether.

Bright green eyes were now hunter green, reflecting his desire in them. His face was fierce full of harsh lines, his jaw clenched.

Feral.

That was the word that came to mind when she looked at him. A savage beast. A man coming unhinged.

Skye couldn't remember a more beautiful sight.