Initiation. 1.1
Some doors don't open; you offer yourself to them, not knowing what's waiting on the other side.
You have to meet my boys...
When Austin whispered the words to Christine, she hadn’t known what to think. This would be pushing her limits. Yet, Christine was a woman always itching for the next thrill. The combination of something to explore, something salacious, and him...She couldn't resist.
Meet his boys...?
The context of the conversation made it clear that the meeting wasn’t about eating junk food and playing video games. Christine adjusts her skirt as she stands outside Austin’s place. Her nerves are suddenly kicking in because after doing something like this, there would simply never be any going back.
Why did I agree to this?
...Because you’ve wanted him since middle school.
Okay, that’s a stupid reason to show up to a guy’s house totally blindsided. What if they intend to abuse me?
“Hey, pretty girl.” Austin stands in the doorway, pulling Christine from her thoughts.
“Hi,” She responds, pathetic.
But she’s excited, and she’s nervous. Austin is the guy she’s been dreaming of since she was a young teen, and now, home for college break, this is an opportunity she didn’t see coming. His message took her by surprise, and they began texting every moment and then talking every night. And soon, it was pictures, and it was videos, mixed with the fantasies of what they wished to do with one another.
Christine is usually a ‘cool girl’, but this is out of the norm even for her.
They walk into the house. He closes the door, and the feeling is eerie as Christine tucks a tuft of blond hair behind her ear.
“I know I said boys...with an s, but I was just testing you. It’s really only Ryan and me.” He says blasé, like a man who’s used to whatever this is.
“Oh,” Christine doesn’t say much but is relieved.
She wasn’t into the idea of a gangbang. There was no way in hell she would have signed up for that, but have a go with each of the guys....Christine wouldn’t blush at that.
It's not like I don't know my way around a dick, or two, or maybe more like fifty.
They’re rich kids with rich kid traumas. They do drugs, and they party in exotic locations. They compartmentalize and go to classes on Monday morning with bags under their eyes hidden by expensive concealers and designer sunglasses. That's their lifestyle, and Christine knows that there is a fine line between what's done in the dark and what is for the public's eyes.
They reach Ryan, who is sniffing powder off the coffee table. Christine immediately finds him sexy. The aura around him is stormy and intriguing. His eyes are steady and give a sense of control over how he may think, feel, and act. He gives her a sweeping once-over as he comes up from the table, sprawling like a king on the couch.
His eyes are bloodshot, giving him a dangerous aura. His masculine square face is covered with stubble. He pushes wavy jet black hair back as he pinches his nose between his thumb and index fingers, sniffing.
“Oh, it’s the cupcake.” His voice is gravely as his top teeth drag across his bottom full lip.
Austin chuckles, ruffling the back of his mousy brown hair. He suddenly seems so squeaky clean to Christine. She wonders what made her so 'panty' after such a 'regular' guy. However, Austin hadn't seemed regular until now, and Christine rejected the idea that she was choosing up. A part of her already resents the meeting with whoever this guy, Ryan, is.
“Yeah, the cupcake.” Austin's voice is light and easy.
Ryan’s eyes glitter with an intensity that makes Christine’s thighs clench. His gaze drops lowly, but she isn't sure where he's looking. For a moment, she held her breath and wondered if he knew that he was affecting her.
“Have some.” Ryan raises an eyebrow and moves his chin to gesture to the table.
Christine looks at Austin, who shrugs.
“That’s not really my thing.” Her reply was kept simple.
Ryan laughs, revealing perfect teeth with elongated fangs. “Aww, it really is a cupcake. Where did you find her?”
It bothers Christine the way Ryan talks with an arrogant tone. He doesn’t look at her and throws her to Austin, like she isn’t in the room.
“I told you, I like her,” Austin replies casually.
“Well, and here I thought it was me who determines what we like.” Ryan looks Christine up and down. “I don’t think she’s ready.”
“Well, why don’t you find out instead of being an asshole?” The shock of the situation is wearing off on Christine.
Now she’s becoming irritated.
“I don’t think he knows how. I truly think he was born like this, I guess that’s the way it is when your parents don’t love you.” Austin playfully says the words with bright, jesting eyes aimed at Austin.
Christine’s eyes whip to Ryan for his reaction and notice the stiffness in his body before it releases, and he all but sinks into the couch. Spreading his legs, his fingertips trail from his knee dangerously close to...
Well, Christine refuses to give him the benefit of the doubt. He’s obviously large, and no layer of clothing will hide that. She swallowed hard.
“So, cupcake, why do you wanna do this?” Ryan looks into her eyes with a challenge.
“Because I’m grown...because...”
Ryan scoffs, cutting her off. “Yeah, yeah, because you think you want Austin, but you truly want the same thing he wants. To be dominated. You want a daddy, you pathetic cupcake.”
His words brush Christine the wrong way. “Austin, I don’t think this is going to work.”
“Aww, the cupcake’s feelings are hurt.” Ryan taunts. “Am I going to get a soggy treat?”
Something in Christine snaps. Maybe it’s the weed she smoked before coming here. Maybe it’s the anxiety that’s been knotting in her stomach since agreeing, but it snaps, and she hears the crackle of the slap across Ryan’s handsome face.
“That’s all you got?” He almost whispers, and his tone sounds...excited. “You know...I actually like sweets.”
He stands, and he’s a good bit taller than Christine. When he stands, he backhands her...sending her tumbling to the floor.
“Are you gonna cry?” He taunts.
She stares up at him with glazed eyes. “That’s all you got?”
He backhands her again, and this time her face vibrates. Her lip splits, and a bit of blood trickles. Christine’s head feels fuzzy for a moment.
“Ryan...chill,” Austin interjects.
“Hush,” Ryan responds softly with an odd look in his slanted eyes as he deftly squats down to Christine’s level.
She glares at him, and her breath hitches when he reaches out...smearing her red lipstick into the blood. His touch is firm with no hesitation. His fingers rake through her hair, pushing it to the back. His eyes hold appreciation. If Christine could know the thoughts of Ryan, at this moment, he views her as pure art.
The unshed tears make her eyes shine like gems. Her lips look kissable, and her flushed cheeks make her skin look pale. The defiance in her eyes makes her look passionate. He almost chokes on how beautiful she looks and the way he sees her up close, unguarded and unshielded. He can breathe her air and feel her warmth in the same space, but Christine has no clue, only the electricity in the air. A tightness in her body that makes her want the tension to break.
“I change my mind. Austin...leave.” They don’t break eye contact.
“But...”
The chilling look Ryan shoots Austin bids silence.
Christine begins to form a different opinion of Ryan. Not that he isn’t attractive, but she realizes, suddenly, how much he’s not her type. Not that she’s comparing Ryan and Austin, but suddenly the way she felt about Austin feels old...like she’s been trying to be a younger version of herself that she is no longer.
“Christine, are you okay with this?” Austin’s voice is small, unsure.
Ryan’s eyes pin her with a dare to object to what he’s demanded. Christine shivers as she feels the chill.
“Am I safe?” She asks Ryan, unable to tear her eyes from him.
He all but smirks as a slight tug of the right side of his lips quivers. “What do you think? Are you going to hit me again?”
“Do you want me to?” The words tumble from her lips before she can think, as the energy between them feels heavy.
“Austin, leave.” Ryan’s eyes drop to her lips, her neck, her chest, and then a slow slide over her waist, hips, and legs.
“Christine...you don’t have to stay with him alone. I didn’t say that was the thing. Ryan, that’s not the thing. We always...”
Ryan turns, looks at Austin, and then returns to the couch. “And we will again, but for now...I said leave.”
“You don’t even like girls.” Austin accuses with desperation.
Christine hears some kind of plea in the words but doesn't pretend to know what Ryan and Austin are communicating. It's something that feels like it's in the depths of Austin, and Christine vaguely wonders if they're in love.
“I like them enough.” Ryan’s eyes return to Christine. “I like her.”
Austin freezes at the words, and for a moment, it appears his whole world has crumbled. His lip quivers, but he composes himself. Christine wipes her mouth, and finally, the effect of the slap has worn off.
“Let her answer.” The words sound like a plea from Austin that something in fate would change.
Both eyes are on her. “Austin, it’s okay. Unless...unless it’s something you don’t want.”
Christine doesn’t know much about Ryan. She’s never met him and apparently this was something kept quiet in Austin’s life...the fact he’s bisexual; the fact that Ryan is...
Well, she doesn’t know ‘what’ Ryan is exactly, but something in the way Austin behaves lets her know...
“Is this something you don’t want?” Ryan asks bored, his leg gently swaying...left to right.
The look he's giving Austin is dripping with sadism and dismissal. Christine feels conflicting emotions that make her bite her lip only a slight less than needed to bleed, as she contemplates not being a good person. She likes that Ryan is challenging Austin to hurt. She feels powerful that the guy she's been chasing since middle school is being depreciated before her eyes, and she's the cause.
Furthermore, something in her stomach tugs as she knows that Ryan is somehow aware of what she's thinking and feeling. He wants these feelings; he's feeding from it.
“I’ll go.” Austin gives Ryan a longing look, a hopeful look.
And Christine’s stomach drops when Austin turns away because she knows his heart is broken. Whatever this means for Austin and Ryan is more than she knows.
