The Fifth Throne: Craving His Forbidden Sub

~Mixed Feelings~

(A/N: the imagination of locations are mainly made-up by me. It doesn't have any relation with the actual locations in Staffordshire University).

~Rhett~

Freaking out is an understatement. I heard the sound of bones breaking...blood! I'm bleeding for f**k's sake. "Oh, f**k, I'm bleeding." As it dawns on me, I scream but a hand soothes my shoulder, its owner coming to lock eyes with me.

"Hey, look at me. Look into my eyes, okay?" He repeats when I wouldn't stop hyperventilating. The moment I stared into his eyes, I am hypnotized.

His beauty can't be justified with words. His silver cerulean eyes looks precious, thick eyebrows, and dark silver hair. His body is perfection, his genes sculpted like art as I watch through the saggy black singlet he's putting on and tight jeans—also sagged—around his thighs. His abs are sharpened as well as his firm ass in a black Calvin Klein boxer. Suddenly, I can't breathe.

"Can you stand up?" His voice finds my hearing again, and I flutter.

"What?" I look down to find my left leg rescued from its captivity. He checks the cut and my swollen ankle, murmuring something under his breath.

"Where do you stay?" He furthers and I point towards the direction.

"The next street. About ten minutes away."

"I'll carry you home." Is all he says. Unhesitatingly, he's wrapped me in his arms. Oh, my...they are defined yet soft. His hard muscles warms me up in the night, coupled with his smile. I suddenly feel like a sexy baby boy in the arms of my Dom top. My fantasy is licking my ass right now.

"It's no worry, really." But I'm snuggling closer into his neck, obliviously sniffing his skin. s**t, he smells good mixed with little sweat. Was he running? Everything about him screams dangerous and playboy—a Gangstar look. His entire ass is out for adoring, and I could almost see his bulge.

"I made you fall, you know. Perhaps I shouldn't have spoken."

Just like that, the night isn't cold anymore. Not long after, he clears his throat. "So, you stay off campus?" He asks between questioning and comprehension. "You know that's considered rich here."

"I wish I am. I was just lucky."

He chuckles, continuing. "I'm Reynolds Noir, by the way. I'm an old student. I came back here for "something" quite important." That part sounded so much like there's a lot of secret hidden. "As a freshman, you'll get to know me a lot in time."

"How do you know I'm a freshman?"

"It's very obvious, you know." He cracks up. We are at my street now so I point to a particular block. "There's your place?" I nod my head, muttering a little "yes".

When we get to the doorstep, I expect Reynolds to drop me but he didn't. His arms must be throbbing, right? I may be a dramatic queen, but I know I've got heavy weight.

"I'd love to help you take care of your wounds, if you want and maybe you can tell me more about yourself?" He utters. f**k, I'm tweaking. Does he have a crush on me too? His eye contact is strong and fluffy towards me.

"Yes, I do. Please, kiss me already!"

"So...?"

"Yes, yes..." I bite my lips and nod. He carries me inside, strong and careful. I know this is all shades of wrong, but damn, he's smoking hot. I couldn't resist. My thoughts are spiralling out of control, welcoming a b***r.

In the bedroom, his eyes search as he asks. "The aid box?"

"Oh, in the cabinets." I saw it there yesterday. Fortunately, he finds it there and starts to help me fix my wound. Without his having to tell me, I prompt the conversation this time around. "Rhett—my name." I tell him and he smiles, tweaking my brain again.

My breathing has quickened. His handsomeness is striking and intoxicating, and I'm not even hyping. "I appreciate your help, Reynolds." He locks eyes with me again, a ghostly smile on his thin lips.

"Well, I'm done." Wait, for real? Oh, man. That's quick. He's up, his eyes scanning the room, and I'm about to thank him when he adds. "Your roommate isn't around?"

Wait, what? "I never said I had a roommate." I know I should be concerned but I couldn't bring myself to it.

"Oh, I must have assumed it." That's suspicious, but I brush it off. Seemingly, he's already exiting. "I should leave now, anyway. I'll get myself out. Nice meeting you, Rhett."

I fall back into the bed when he exits, closing my eyes. Unusual of me, but I slept that night, imagining Reynolds and me, fucking...and I finally had that b***r.

The next day, I was a minute away from getting late to class. Eventually, it turned out boring—focused on course outlines and welcoming topics into the main course. The time is 14:30 when we finish, and I'm packing my bags until a voice strikes me to halt.

"Hello, everyone. If you will give me a minute of your time, I'd like to address something quick."

Fuck, it's Reynolds. Oh, I'm sat. I listen to him. "I'm one of the social event executives. Every Friday, we have the best show on the open recreational center: you can find love, dance with anyone you wish, and vibe around. If you've got any entertaining talent, as well, please reach out to me. And finally, we've got a rave party happening at one of the popular Frat-house. You're all invited."

Everyone starts to leave when he finishes. Reynolds' focus is now on his guys, so I thought of leaving too until someone jumps in front of me at the door, and it's him. Man, the butterflies and flushes of blood rushing up my face.

"He notices me! He notices me!"

"Hi, Rhett."

"Reynolds." I'm screaming inside. An ear-piercing but happy scream!

"Your leg looks good." He comments and I look down, blushing! Stupid me. f**k you, Reynolds!

"Here, a private invite for you—to the party, of course. I'd love to see you there." I'm blushing. No, scratch that! My mind is balled up in a cosy room, drooling and happy-sobbing. I'm cream whipped. I think I'm in love even... and I think he likes me back.

"Uh, sure." I say calmly but inwardly, I'm brushing an imaginary strand of hair behind my ears. f**k, he effortlessly brings out the feminine side of me.

"Later." He waves at me, and I rush out of the room before I go on my knees and beg to be r***d.

Throughout my ride home, a smile remains plastered on my face. In the apartment, the living room is just the same as this morning, untouched. Valois mustn't have arrived since yesterday. In the bedroom, I drop my bag, carefree with my eyes squeezed shut, reliving the event with Reynolds and dropping into the bed.

Turning to my side, I sigh and open my eyes to see...a big black c**k in front of me.

"f**k, s**t! Oh, my...fuck. Jesus Christ! f**k!" My entire body is terrified, my senses out the window and my fist clasping the sheets like my life depends on it. "Who are you?"

"That's a lot of curses, don't you think?" Speaks the man, simply and nonchalantly.

Who the f**k is he?

As if he reads my mind, he replies. "Valois' boss. Remember now?" Goodness, his amber eyes. They aren't a glowing scarlet red like yesterday or so I had thought. He looks less frightening now.

Fuck me, Rhett. There's a fully naked man in front of me with a dangling long c**k. Damn, that must be around ten inches. Its colour is espresso, darker than the man's deep chocolate skin. s**t! He's really endowed. Why the f**k are these men mouthwatering?

One...two...three...shit, that's eight abs, defined V-line, the word "BEAST" printed on his left chest, and his entire left arm is covered in ink. On the left side of his neck is "Suck my D" printed there. He's muscular and dominant. His muscles are just as big as the veins on his d**k—a little curvy to the right with the cap dark pink...and I can see the seed hole.

He's mute. Why? He knows I'm staring at him. I'm such a slut, f**k! "What...what are you doing here?"

"Valois's is the closest place to clean off the blood stains I had on me."

"Excuse me, what?!" I snap unintentionally. Instinctively, I back away. It's either Valois and his boss are delusional or they are actual killers, which is very frighteningly hilarious.

"You're on my wear." I shift and he picks up a purple condom Puma boxer and puts it out. I can still see his heavy print which he puts his hand inside to readjust. That c**k looks very heavy.

Just as he's putting on his shirt, Valois walks in. "Rhett, you're back. Early."

Of course, I'm back. It's my first day in school. Did he expect me to come back late?

Then, he proceeds to saying. "I'm going to have to leave soon, so maybe you should just get dinner alone."

At this point, it'll be hard for us to bond, but anyway, it's still the early days. "Oh, all right."

Valois' boss is done dressing up now, whose name remains quizzical. The man looks less a Gangstar, in fact the opposite of Reynolds' rough dressing. Rather, Valois' boss is dressed up clean and tailored, his shaved hair complimenting his billionaire looks. Yes, he looks rich, articulated, and millennial.

"What's that?" Out of the blue, Valois interrupts my nasty inner thoughts. He's pointing to my pockets so I look down and see Reynolds' invite card. Speaking of Reynolds, didn't I just cheat on him?

"Oh, it's an invite from one of the social coordinators. Um, Reynolds." I wonder if Valois knows him, perhaps I can use that to get to know Reynolds more before I go to the rave.

"Next Friday, right? You cannot go. Reynolds is dangerous."

"And why would you say that?" I ask Valois but his boss decided to chime in.

"Of course, the little naive boy wouldn't heed, Valois."

"Wh...what?" I bat my eyes between him and Valois. Did I hear that correctly? And does he have to be insolent? "I wasn't talking to you, old cunt."

"And that's why you're waving your hand in the air like a girl?" He spits with disgust written all over his face.

Oh, my...a homophobic b***h he is? "Well, f**k you. I don't talk to cunts anyway. After all, I like men." I really don't know why I feel so annoyed. Something about him makes me feel pissed off than I would have at any other person.

Was it because I crushed on him...and he did me dirty?

Valois quickly urges them to leave while I'm still angry, my mood spoiled, and my vibe killed. I'm left wondering what relationship is behind Valois and his boss. They are fifty shades cringe, weird, and mysterious. Suddenly, Valois' boss's c**k flashes across my face again and I squeeze my face into the bed.

"Someone f**k me and get these thoughts out of me already!" Muffed, I scream in-between rage and affection...but for who?