The Devil's Student Mate

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I have lost my mind over a million times and before I lose it all, I will lose control.

My thoughts are steeply fixed on veering to my undoing.

I feel rotten to the core for allowing my desires to overwhelm my better judgment so much.

I am better than this.

What has Lucius Steed done to me?

Why can't I get him out of my mind?!

"You taste heavenly, baby," his tongue swirled around my flesh, on the still fresh hickey he had left under by boob the last time we "got naughty", "let me clean you up." His head was soon wedged between my thighs, but I stopped him before he could proceed.

"No!" I blurted out so abruptly, it came out wrong, implied something completely different than I had intended. I clobbered his feelings with that one word and I felt even more terrible.

"What's wrong?" He was not just taken aback by my harsh, unreasonably mordant tone, he was very hurt as well. He was abashed, mortified and the pain of being rejected was painted on his face. "Mabe, did I do something wrong?"

"Noo.." I drawled, quickly think of a lie! "It's just that.. it's just that.. I am still very sensitive so… and I wanted to focus on you now, I know you must feel like you are going to explode by now." If the word liar had an image in a theseus, it would most definitely be that of my face.

"Yeah well, I was hard until…"

"Oh come on, Dom! I didn't mean to shout at you like that, please don't be mad, please?" I tried my best to placate, such an entreating tone is unknown to me as a once certified spoilt brat.

"The last time you offered to suck my c**k you ended up throwing up on my carpet," he reminded me and I felt like a bucket of ice cubes had been unloaded on me, " and I know I said its okay, but I don't think I am ready to go through that again."

Well that went downhill pretty fast.

That happened almost two weeks ago, but I am still so embarrassed, the memory is still very lucent and his words subjected me to the inordinate amount of humiliation I went through that day. I honestly do not know what happened that day. It was not my first or second or third or twentieth time blowing him, when you can't do the "real thing", frequent oral s*x is your best option and that blow-job session was not supposed to be any different from the last one. But somewhere along the way, as I sucked him with an aim in mind, I was washed over by this inexplicable feeling of disgust. I was suddenly revolted and the feeling was too imperious to be ignored. I tried not to act perturbed and squeamish, but I could veil my disgust for long at all. I can't explain what possessed me that day, but I had never felt my mind and body repel anyone like that. Then he came into my mouth for the very first time and I could not help it, I gagged, hurled and spewed out a load on his bedroom carpet. If embarrassment could kill, I would have dropped dead that day.

"Did you have to bring that up? I could die from embarrassment right now." I shrouded my face with my palms and suspired preliminary to sitting up and facing him. "You know I have already said that I am sorry countless times… I don't know what happened that day, I guess when you came…. I was not expecting you to unload in my mouth, you had never done that before and you did not give me any warning and next thing I know it was down my throat.. I tried to swallow, but I really can't stand that kind of texture, so I could not keep it in. It's not like you are a special case, babe, believe me, I just really do not like the way c*m feels on my tongue, but that does not mean I do not miss having your d**k in my mouth."

Despite my reasoning, Dom turned his back to me. Before I was uncertain, but now I had no doubt that he had never recovered unintended battery. I had maimed and fragmented his ego and of course I felt like an awful person for squelching a guy who has been the best boyfriend to me like that.

"I have to use the bathroom." He did not even spare me a single glance.

I feel like s**t.

This is why I should have disassociated myself from the dating scene permanently.

"Babe really? Is this us fighting? Dom! Dom come back here."

He suddenly came to a halt, before he spun around and sauntered over to me with a robotic gait.

"Give me a hug." I opened up my arms and batted my eyes in an attempt to sweeten him. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around me and embraced me. "Tighter." I whined and in reticence, he hugged me more tightly.

This is why I like Dom so much, he is never upset with me for more than a few minutes, his anger is easily to mollify and even when he is mad at me, he still gives in to my demands. It's like he is incapable of saying no to me sometimes.

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Dom and I hugged it out and after I asked him to, okay more like ordered him to forgive me, he did. I was soused in guilt but we still had a great night regardless.

Dom made me a scrumptious dinner, we later watched a movie, then showered together and went to sleep cuddling. I had descended into a peaceful slumber, which is such a delicacy to me since terror always awaits me in my sleep, until a grating, monotonous, aggressive sound which gnawed into my nerves roused me from sleep.

"f*****g hell!" I cussed under my breath, disentangling myself from Dom and languidly rolling off the bed. The dog continued to bark furiously and for those few seconds as I yawned persistently and stretched my limbs it had eluded me that I did not own any dog, that the next house was like half a mile away and that with the high wall and bared steel fencing around the property it would be impossible for any strays to maneuver into the yard.

The strident, nerve wrecking barks sounded to be coming from the backyard and I vigorously rubbed my eyes and waited for a fraction of a minute to wake up. But I did not wake up, because I was already awake and this was not a dream.

I sat on the edge of the bed and my eyes fell on Dominique. He looked so cute and he was sound asleep, snoring lightly, so I had to resist the temptation. Fear was enticing me, prompting me to wake him up so we can face this uncanny ordeal together, but I refused to be charmed and refrained from shaking him out of sleep.

The barking persisted, I thought as time went by the dog would tire of barking madly, but the noise only gained more volume and became unbearable. I could not take it anymore, I rebated the demoralizing effect of fright by quietly chanting some nullifying words and brazenly decided to investigate. Unnecessarily stealthy, I took calculated, reluctant steps to my bedroom window, already wondering if I am prepared to see what is lurking in the night, within my premises. I am terrified of large dogs, the kind that look like relatives of hyenas, the kind that look like they would not hesitate to dip their sharp canines into your neck and rip you to shreds. Although I have never seen a 'demon dog' in person, I am certain that they bark exactly like this one barking outside my home at three in the morning.

I took a few deep breaths preparatory to peering through the c***k in the curtain. The cleft was too small for me to get a good look outside, so I pushed aside the curtains and a horrid, unsightly, petrifying sight battered my eyes. My bedroom window faced the backyard pool area and right in front of the pool, gazing directly into my bedroom, directly at me with unnaturally obsidian eyes, was a figure I desperately wished I could unsee. There was not a single dog in sight, however, present was something I did not anticipate, did not prepare myself to see and be irrevocably scarred by its assailing image. I gasped so loudly, my voice caught in my throat, I was incapable of screaming or disciplining my shock consumed body.

I could not understand what I was staring at, I could not classify it as a ghost or an alien or a demonic entity, but it definitely could not be grouped under humans or any living beings of this world. The way she gazed at me with those soulless, lifeless, pitch black eyes was deeply disturbing and made blood to drain from my face. I blinked repeatedly, even squeezed my eyes shut, hoping when I opened them the woman would be gone, but that was far from the case. She remained stationary, not exercising even her eyes. She just stared blankly at me, her canescent, horrifying pale, exsanguine face void of emotion, yet she looked like she could pounce on me and sink her teeth into my throat in a split second.

Timorously, my body a live earthquake, I hastily closed the curtains and bolted to the bed.

"Dom! Dom! Please wake up." I shook him vigorously and patted his cheeks until his eyes flew open and he gave me a panicked look of alarm.

"What's going on? Did somebody break into the house?" He muttered lowly, his vigilant eyes darting from corner to corner as he climbed down the bed and searched for his shirt.

"Leave the shirt," I snatched it from him and it went flying across the room, "no one broke into the house.. I-I woke up and there was something barking like crazy outside so I went over to my window and when I looked outside I saw this- it was staring right at me- Dom you have to see this!" I did not even know if I was uttering anything sensible, my voice was quivering enough to make my sentences sound incoherent.

"Okayyy… what do you mean?" He was scared, but more superiorly concerned about me. I placed a trembling hand on his back and motioned him to the window and I anticipated his horror when he shifted the curtains aside. "I don't see anything, what am I supposed to be looking at?"

"What?! You don't see anything?" I shot him an incredulous stare, in disbelief before I gazed through the window myself and flinched from fear.

She was still here, worst of all still glaring at us like she wanted to do so much more than pin her deathly still eyes on us.

"Dom, you don't see her?!" I whispered harshly, trying my best to keep my wavering voice low in case she was interested in listening to our conversation.

"Why are you whispering?" I earned a weirded out stare from him. "And who is she?"

"The woman!"

"What woman?!" He raised his voice and I reflexively stamped his barefoot to silence him and he expelled a tiny squawk at contact.

"Dom she is right there in front of the pool, glaring at us, how can you not see her?!" Dominique stared outside and again, like yesterday when I rambled about missing his match, he was muddled beyond words.

"Babe, the lights are illuminating her brilliantly enough for the eyes make her out perfectly!" I was beginning to get frustrated and angry. "Dom, you are telling me that you can't see a tall, slender woman with waist length hair of the darkest shade of black, she is wearing a sheer, flowy white dress and her skin is nearly as white as it and she is glowing, like glowing like she has tiny beams of light emitting wisps of light rays from her pores and she is staring at us right now with unblinking, wholly black eyes, are you telling me that you can't see that? she is right there!"

"Baby… uhhmm.." He cleared his throat awkwardly and scratched the back of his head and I could already tell what he was going to say judging by the way he was looking at me. "You must be imagining the whole thing, there no one who fits that description outside, the pool area is vacant, there is no one at all."

Fuck you Dom!

"Dom I am not insane, I am not imagining her!" I snarled. It is antagonizing how people would rather surmise that I am insane and having hallucinations than to think of considering believing me. Dominique closed the curtains and sighed wearily.

"Come on Mabe, let's go back to bed." Before I could formulate a single word of protest, he scooped me into his arms and placed me on the bed before pulling the covers over me.

Could it be her?

The woman who has been watching me since I was a child?

So I am expected to just go back to sleep, knowing that there is this thing outside my bedroom watching me, that could invite itself inside with utmost ease?