Black Ice Academy

Journey to Black Ice

Chapter Two

“Journey to Black Ice”

“Are you ready to go, miss?” One of the two men taking me to Black Ice academy ask.

“Yes, thank you.” I respond politely.

It’s 10am, and a half hour ago a black SUV rolled up. Two men came out, informing me that they will be escorting me to Black Ice, which is hidden somewhere in upstate New York. My parents graciously loaned their private jet to take me to Black Ice, making an escape from there difficult.

This is one of the very, very few times I resent my family’s money.

“Can I have a hug goodbye, sweetheart?” My mother kindly asks.

“No.” Is my smooth response as I step into the back of the car. Neither man says anything as they slip into the front seats and we drive off. I watch, satisfied, as both of my parents are left, teary-eyed, in the dust.

“So, miss Nova, I must ask, are we going to have any trouble with you on this journey? We have been told you are a woman of your word.” The man driving asks.

“I give you my word that on the journey there, I will give you no trouble.”

“Thank you. I trust in you since your parents said that you giving your word is the highest promise you bestow.” The man in the passenger seat says.

“Indeed.” I respond.

They are correct. Nothing is more binding from me than the phrase “I give you my word.”

I’m certainly not one to break promises or swears, however I take nothing more seriously than giving my word.

The journey there is eerie. On the plane ride there I sit on one of the couches in the main cabin reading “Sense and sensibility”. The men don’t disturb me, and I don’t disturb them. They seem at ease, knowing that since I gave them my word they needn’t worry about me running away.

I said I wouldn’t run away on the journey there. I never said anything about once we reach the destination, though I’m sure the men caught that.

I end up falling asleep, getting woken up a few hours later to get into another black SUV.

During the short drive to the academy I continue reading my book, exchanging no words.

It’s when we pull up to a set of lavish black gates that my attention is snagged. The gates open automatically, and we pull down a long driveway that leads to what legitimately looks like a college campus. There are many buildings, and many living quarters surrounding the school buildings. There is one main structure that appears to be the dining hall in the center. Everything has an almost medieval look about it, though it appears modernized at the same time.

“How many students are enrolled her at a time?” I question.

“They don’t take more than 200 students at a time, miss. 100 boys and 100 girls.”

I gasp. “This campus looks fit to take at least five thousand!”

“Classes here are rather small and one house does not take more than five couples, though it each house is fit for at least thirty people.”

Well, at the very least I’ll be living in style. We pass by several restaurants, a few grocery stores, and I even spot a Starbucks. Looks like they really want to keep kids on campus.

The car pulls into the hart of the campus, that’s more of a town, really, and keeps driving until we pull onto a nice driveway and up to a lavish mansion.

“This is where you and Mr. Viktor will be staying.”

I nod, stepping out of the car, in awe. This is even more beautiful than my house.

Spinning around to assess the campus, I decide that this is more of a town after all. Complete with just about everything a college student needs, save clothing stores and doctors offices.

Good thing I know how to sew and can fix just about any medical problem by myself.

I’m best at stitching myself and others up. I learned how to because when I get super overwhelmed or start loosing control, a simple cut on my skin relieves everything. Some call it self harm, I call it a way to control my dark tendencies that come with my powers.

“Nova Olgena” A voice declares my name. I look up to the entry of the house to see none other than the most beautiful boy I have ever laid eyes on. Six feet of pure, yet lean, muscle. Standing in a crisp and perfectly tailored suit. Jawline that can cut diamonds. Brown hair slicked back business-like. Same eye color as mine, piercing grey. Everything about him is perfect.

And he’s looking at me like I am a meal.

He walks up to me and bows, kissing my hand. Huh. Strange for a supposed dominant to act that way.

“Michael, will you please bring Nova’s bags into the master bedroom? Nina will unpack and put everything away on her side of the closet.”

On the trip here, I figured out how I would make sure I don’t go insane.

I’m going to ignore everyone who I feel needs to be ignored. And as of now, Viktor is at the top of the list.

Still keeping a light hold on my hand, he escorts me inside the house. He gives me a tour of each room. The one that snatches my interest most is the large library, but clearly the one he most likes is the “play” room. It’s basically a dominant’s version of a heaven, with every single bondage device and toy imaginable. It makes me want to throw up.

I am not necessarily one insecure with my body, but I am very picky about who sees it. In fact, nobody has ever seen me fully naked.

I’ve made out with guys, given blowjobs, all that, but I have never let anybody touch my p***y. Even when my bra was off, my underwear always stayed on.

Yep, I’m a 16 year old virgin. Unheard of, I know. Go figure.

Viktor finally leads me to the kitchen where he motions for me to take a seat at the counter. I do.

Not because he suggested it, but because I feel like it.

“How was your journey?” he asks politely. I stay completely silent.

“Oh, god, please tell me you’re not going to be one of the girls that give their dominant the silent treatment until he beats the conversation out of her?”

Pain doesn’t get to me like it would a normal human, because I know that pain is purely in the mind. He can beat me all he wants, that won’t get me to talk.

But, in all honesty, if he assaults or attempts to pleasure me- I’ll do anything to make him stop. I will not allow my body to betray the will of my mind.

“Come now, my love, don’t do this. I don’t want our relationship to begin with punishment.”

I stand from the chair, not responding to him, and head to the master bedroom. Apparently he thinks we will be sharing a bed, which is definitely inaccurate. I’d sooner sleep on broken glass.

He follows behind me, and when I get to the bedroom, I see a older woman putting away my clothing for me. This must be Nina. As soon as she sees me enter she bows her head with a small smile.

“Miss Nova, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Nina, your maid.”

I smile at her, extending my hand for her to shake.

“It’s a pleasure, Nina. I assure you I’m not a messy person so I hope I won’t complicate your job.”

She laughs. “Nonsense, miss. I truly enjoy cleaning. Now, all of your belongings are stowed in the closet and bathroom. Right side of the closet is yours, and left sink is yours. I’ll be on my way.”

“Thank you Nina, and please, just call me Nova.”

She smiles gratefully. “Goodnight, Nova.”

Then, walking past me, she bows her head to Viktor.

“Good night, Sir.” She says before walking off.

“So you speak to the help and not me?” Viktor demands. I still don’t respond, going into the closet to see how Nina organized things. To my pleasure she color coordinated everything on open shelves or hung. Looking in drawers, however, I see that she didn’t organize my underwear drawer to my norm, so I swiftly reorganize it.

Then, grabbing a change of clothes, I shove past him and head into the shower, locking the door behind me. To my surprise he doesn’t say anything. I shower briefly and change out of my clothes, brushing my teeth, and getting ready to head out to find dinner. As soon as I step out of the bathroom, however, I’m slammed against the wall so hard that my phone drops out of my hand. I try to bend down and grab it yet Viktor pins my arms above my head.

“We are going to go to the play room, and I will tell you the rules. Then you will receive your punishment for your insolent behavior. Am I clear?”

I smile darkly and let out a surge of energy that sends him flying across the room and crashing into the opposite wall. He recovers quickly, however, and jumps to his feet. I send out another pulse of energy, but this time it does nothing.

Fucking damnit! My parents weren’t joking when they said that he’s stronger me, but that shouldn’t be possible! f**k this!

“Very impressive, Nova. I’ll give you that. He says, stalking over to me. He takes off his suit jacket, leaving him in his white button down and black slacks, and closes the rest of the space between us. He then grabs my wrists in a vicelike grip and starts dragging me out of the room. I fight back with everything I have, but it’s perfectly futile before his strength. f*****g mediums and their magic.

He grunts in displeasure and throws me over his shoulder, landing a hard slap on my ass when I deliberately kick him in the stomach.

He carries me to the play room and sets me down inside, keeping a firm hold on my wrist.

Looking around at the various bondage devices, he taps his chin as if deciding which to use. I struggle against his hold, not wanting the vulnerability of being tied up, but Viktor doesn’t seem to care. He tugs me to the corner of the room and I see that he’s trying to force me on a spanking bench. I start struggling even more, but again he over powers me.

He bends me over it. Strapping down my legs first, and then my arms.

I struggle against the leather restraints for a while until I feel his hand trailing down my back, causing me to freeze.

I’m completely at his mercy.