Chapter 6 The Virgin Deviant

~Daphne~

Something has changed inside me since that day in the bathroom. I wake up thinking about it. Reliving it. My palms can still feel the glassy mirror. I can still feel the steam on my cheeks and see his eyes piercing through me as he made me reach orgasm.

My first orgasm with a man. He made me cum without his dick.

Even in my sleep, my body remembers the sensation of his fingers moving inside me. I wake up moaning his name; my pussy jerking for his touch.

My clit throbs at the thought of him. His name is stuck in my throat.

Hades Sin, I moan it over and over again.

It’s a sin to think about a man so filthily but I can’t help it.

He has infiltrated me and awakened that beast inside me. The beast had been lying dormant until he came into my life. Now, all I can think about is what he’ll do to me.

Sometimes, in class, I feel his eyes on me. locked on me like a sniper targeting his prey or a hunter waiting for the perfect time to pounce. The intensity of his gaze disorients me. I don’t know what to think or do around him. I can only feel and yearn. For him, for his touch, for a flicker of his gaze.

He has reduced me to a pathetic little slut who’s always waiting for him to grace me with a little attention. On a good day, I feel high on life when he even, so much as, walk close to me.

I want to fall on my knees and beg for his dick. Right there in class, in front of everyone. They can watch as he spreads my legs apart and slips his fingers into me. I don’t care. They can watch as he screws me so hard, my only reaction will be tears and more pleading. I am hungry for his cock, desperate to be fed, to be choked on it.

He has turned me into a deviant. He has turned a virgin into a slut. He has wiped all my innocence away. In its place, uncontrollable lust has gripped me. I spend every waking moment wanting him and dreaming of him.

He has taken over my mind. I don’t even study my books anymore. I study only him, noticing little things that sets my heart racing so fast, it feels like it might combust: his sharp jawlines that clench when he looks at me, his Adam’s apple protruding in his throat, his dark hair cut short and cropped atop his head with small, long strands falling across his forehead and his glasses.

God, I love when he wears his glasses. It makes him look so hot. Coupled with his expensive suits, he looks dashing. His chiseled, well-defined features captivate me.

I imagine myself lying on his bed, looking up and into those eyes, as he enters me and takes my virginity. I imagine those lips talking me through it. The nasty things he can say to me, the things that tongue can do to me, the places he can take me.

I’ve never fantasized about a man like this. It’s like I’m completely under his control. Completely beholden to him. I would do anything he told me right now. I would let him destroy me. I would let him fuck me until my pussy can’t take it anymore. Until it’s left wide and gaping and throbbing for release.

Fuck, I’ve become an addict. I am addicted to him. To a strange man I didn’t even know a few weeks ago. A strange man who has an air of danger, of destructiveness, of darkness.

Who even is he?

The other girls in class have tried to find out everything they can about him. I listen to them whine about his secret background. No one knows who he is or where he came from.

I think about the first day we met, how he had changed forms, his red eyes, the way he commanded darkness itself. I must have been hallucinating. That was not real.

The only real thing is his presence now. and the shape of his hips, the cut of his groin showing through his trousers. The massive thunder that his zips are covering. I just want to kneel before him, face-level with his groin and unzip him and come face-to-face with his cock and ----

“DAPHNE! God, what is going on with you? Can’t you hear me?” my friend, Anna’s voice, interrupts my line of thought.

I blink fast and notice I am back in my dorm room. My roommate, Anna, has just come flying in with her books. She is throwing her clothes off. Outside, night has fallen. Once again, I’ve lost an entire day living inside my head and fantasizing about Hades. Shit.

“What? What?” I ask.

“You are not ready for the party? I told you about it weeks ago! You are not making me go alone. Come on, let’s get ready! We are already late,” Anna said, hurrying around the room.

“Party?” I ask.

She’s one of the most popular girls on campus. Well, she’s pretty so boys are always running after her. I just follow her everywhere she drags me to.

“Yeah, come on, we’re going and I am not taking no for an answer. Adonis will be there,” she says.

Adonis is the only boy she hasn’t hooked up with. The one she has a severe crush on.

“Fine, I’m coming!”

We get ready and hurry out. The party is already in full swing by the time we arrive. Adonis meets us at the door.

“Hey, guys, thanks for coming,” he says. He hugs Anna first and stops to look at me.

“You must be Daphne,” he says, holding my gaze. His eyes are a piercing kind of blue that disorients me. He is gorgeous, a fine specimen, the kind of boy who would never look at me twice. Boys like him prefer my roommate, not me.

“Have we met?” I ask

He laughs. “Let’s just say…I know everything about you. I’ve been dying to meet you.”