Twisted Devil by Ivy Blake

Chapter Ten

Tyler

“Care to explain why you’re only just joining us, Mr Katz? The bell went 20 minutes ago,” said Mr Anderson, my physics teacher as I waltzed into the classroom.

“I had a meeting with Principal Higgins,” I lied effortlessly, before flashing him a smile and then taking my seat.

“Alright then.”

Mr Anderson didn’t dare to challenge me and instead continued writing up the exercise on the board for the class. I pulled out my books and as my pen pressed to the paper; I realised my mind couldn’t be further away from this class. It was still stuck in the changing rooms with Ruby, still amazed by how perfect her boobs were and how hard her nipples had been, just for me.

The submissive look in her eyes when she was on her knees with her perfect lips wrapped around my dick was priceless and was sure to tattoo itself permanently on the inside of my brain. Who would have thought that Pauper could suck dick that well?

I’d initially done it to humiliate her, which I was more than sure I had achieved. I already got plenty of gratification from taunting Ruby and pushing her to her limits to see what she would do. But having her submit to me, entirely, had opened up a new ballpark. A fresh hunger for her that branched off from my usual desire to make her look like a fool and to make sure that she knew she was beneath me and always would be, regardless of the grades that she could pull out of her ass.

I now felt myself salivating for a taste of Ruby, for another taste of the submissive girl who I now had wrapped around my little finger. The same one who’d been powerless to me and had swallowed my cum because I’d made her even after she’d agreed to flunk her next papers. I was actually planning to stop. Imagine that. I’d actually considered being fair, even if it had been for just a split second. But fucking hell, she’d looked too good, and it had felt fucking amazing. I’d never had a blowjob that good in my life, one that had almost made me lose my mind. It would have been a sin to not empty my balls in her pretty little mouth. And it had definitely been worth it in the end. I’d marked her as mine. And the look of pleasure mixed with shame on her face had been fucking priceless.

How fucked up am I?

The same fucking girl that had me staying up at night trying to figure out how I could break her down so that I could continue being on top now held something that I wanted from her. Even though I hated her, that hatred wasn’t enough to quiet the ravenous desire that had taken over my body when I’d seen her naked…

“What did you get for question b, Tyler?” Mr Anderson asked, his voice sharply cutting through my dirty fantasy.

“150,” I blurted out after quickly glancing down at the textbook, cursing Ruby for invading my thoughts and distracting me once again in class despite not even being fucking here.

“That’s… correct,” said Mr Anderson as he wrote the answer down on the board.

I breathed a sigh of relief and decided to tune back into the class properly. Ruby was nowhere near as important as my grades. I’d been working my whole life for this and I wasn’t going to let some stupid bitch who dared to think she was better than me get in the way, even for a second. Sure, Ruby’s mouth and blowjob skills were enough to catch me off guard, as was her sexy figure, but I wasn’t going to relinquish my academic crown that easily.

I was prepared to work overtime to make sure that I stayed on top of everything and kept Ruby out of my fucking head.

Ruby

I got home and ran straight to my room. I wasn’t going to allow Dad to see me as I burned with shame at what I’d done. What he’d made me do.

“Ruby, are you okay?” Dad called up the stairs just as I slammed my bedroom door shut behind me.

“I’m fine, I just really need the toilet,” I called back through the door, hoping that he couldn’t hear the wobble of my voice.

I sat through my last classes in a state of shock, horror, and shame. I replayed the scene with Tyler over and over again, driving myself crazy each time I remembered what had happened and how it had ended. With me, naked on the boys’ changing room floor, with his cum in my mouth.

Not a good look.

I threw myself onto my bed and before I could stop it; I was crying into my pillow. The tears came quick and fast and they were spurred on by a mix of emotions. I didn’t want Dad to walk in while I was trying to figure out how I was feeling. I was confused; I was angry; I was upset at both Tyler for pushing me so far and at myself for not fighting harder and worse… for enjoying it.

Like how fucked up was that, that I actually went through with giving a blowjob to the boy I hated most in the entire school, if not the whole entire fucking world? It didn’t make sense, and I knew there was no one who would understand where I was coming from. I’d walked straight into his trap and then come out of it, not just angry, but also secretly hoping that it wasn’t the last time.

In my day-to-day life, I usually liked to be in charge of things. I didn’t like to relinquish control to anyone because it felt too dangerous to properly rely on other people to do shit for me. But Tyler had made me submit. I didn’t have a choice but to do what he wanted because my stupid-ass expensive-ass uniform was on the line and I knew Dad would kill me if I ruined it.

And even though I wanted to lie to myself and hide away the part of me that sort of enjoyed what happened, I couldn’t deny that I liked being submissive for once. But only just a little bit, of course. Maybe what was going in my head was some type of Stockholm syndrome and that weird part of my brain had convinced me that I liked being overpowered when in reality I didn’t. Oh God, who knows at this point?

What I did know was that I couldn’t bear to face Tyler again. The embarrassment would be too much. Or maybe my ovaries would overpower me and he’d be able to sense it from a mile away.

How could I desire a monster like Tyler?It didn’t make sense how I could be so repulsed by him and drawn to him at the same time. I was startled as I heard three knocks on my door and I quickly wiped my tears and sat up before telling Dad to come in.

“You okay, bud? You came up in such a rush.” Dad’s eyes widened as he walked into my room and I could tell that he’d picked up on my red eyes. Fuck.

“I’m fine,” I lied through my teeth, silently wishing that he’d just go and leave me alone. This was one time where I actually wished Zoe wasn’t at work so that she could distract him.

“Obviously you’re not, Ruby,” said Dad gently as he pulled my desk chair towards my bed and sat in it. “Talk to me. What’s up? Is it school?”

I played with my hair while looking at my bed sheets, allowing my eyes to drift over the pattern as I thought about how to proceed. There was no way I could tell Dad about what had happened with Tyler because he’d flip his fucking shit and I’d die from being so mortified. It was a lose-lose situation all around. Besides, I was still trying to figure out what this meant for me and for us. It was weird for me to think about me and Tyler as having any type of connection that wasn’t hostile, but the thoughts were still there.

“School’s really hard, Dad,” I said after a while, deciding to revel in a concealed version of the truth. “It’s just a lot of pressure and to be honest, I’m feeling a bit burnt out.” I sniffed, then looked up at him. “I also think I’m coming down with something.” I added in a cough for good measure, and Dad raised his eyebrows.

“But you’re so smart, Ruby! I thought you’d absolutely thrive in a place like Valley High. Why didn’t you say something earlier?” he asked, a confused yet worried expression on his face.

Because it’s not exactly true and even if I was struggling academically, you wouldn’t have fucking listened!

“I guess I didn’t realise how bad it was and I was just trying to push through. I just think I need a bit of a break,” I mumbled, searching his eyes for any sign of pity.

Dad was deep in thought as I spoke, clearly weighing up the options in his head. I knew that this was the last thing he wanted to hear, but it was much better than admitting t the fact that I’d been getting bullied since the moment that I stepped foot on Valley High soil.

I gave Dad my most sickly and desperate puppy dog face ever, hoping that he’d take pity on me and let me stay at home for a couple of days to allow me to ‘recuperate’ and get my head straight.

“I guess it’s probably better for you to stay home for a couple days to recharge if it’s really that bad,” Dad stressed the last two syllables, indicating that he was still hesitant about my admission, but not prepared to challenge me further.

“I think I really need it. I’ll feel so much better afterwards, and then I can focus better once I’ve taken some time out,” I said as evenly as I could, even though I felt a massive wave of relief wash over me.

I was beyond glad that he was giving way so easily. Usually Dad would have just made me push through it and he would have brushed my concerns aside. Maybe Zoe was having a positive impact on him and making him softer. But then again, I didn’t want to attribute anything positive to Zoe so quickly brushed that idea off.

“Right, I’ll call your school and just explain what you told me-”

“You don’t need to call them!” I cut him off abruptly, suddenly aware of the possibility that the school could just tell Dad my grades, which would indicate that I’m definitely not struggling in that department, which would just make my credibility crumble.

“I’m pretty sure they have an absence form on the website that you just email to them and they have boxes to tick and stuff,” I said quickly. Dad’s face was suspicious again. “I’d just rather you not tell them that I’m struggling because I don’t want them to treat me any differently, you know?”

Little did he know, I already was, but we weren’t going to go there.

“I’d just find it too embarrassing, okay? Can you please just tell them I’m sick?” I pleaded, and the puppy dog face was back.

Dad let out a big sigh and stood up from my chair. He raised his hands in the air and made his way to the door. “Fine, if that’s what makes you happy.”

“Thanks, Dad,” I refrained from jumping up and hugging him, as that would only increase his suspicions and instead stayed put in my bed until he had disappeared behind the door.

“Let me know if you need anything,” he mumbled before shutting the door behind him.

A break from Tyler Katz and a marathon of Crazy Ex-Girlfriend, I thought to myself as I changed into comfy clothes and burrowed myself in my pile of cushions and wrapped myself in my fluffy throw.