Dark Descent into Desire

by J. J. Sorel

  Just as the food arrived, Penelope woke. Sitting up and combing back her hair, she yawned. “Did I crash out?”

  “You did. Only for an hour.”

  “I haven’t slept much this week.” She rubbed her eyes.

  “Neither have I.”

  We shared a sympathetic smile.

  “Come have something to eat, and then we can sleep,” I suggested.

  “Sleep?”

  I returned her grin. “Whatever you desire.”

  After we’d eaten the delicious meal in comfortable silence, I asked, “What would you like to do now?”

  “I’d love a shower,” she said, stretching.

  “I’ll run it for you. I could use one myself.” I suddenly felt formal with her, as though we hadn’t been mindlessly fucking for months.

  “From memory, it’s big enough for both of us.” Her arched eyebrow made me smile.

  I headed into the bathroom and turned on the faucets. I removed my clothes, and my eyes remained on Penelope as she removed her black skirt and blouse.

  I took her into my arms and walked her under the cascade of water. We held each other as pleasant warmth splashed over us. I squirted some body wash on my hand and massaged her back.

  “Oh, that’s so nice,” she purred.

  I slid my fingers along her indented waist to her peach-shaped ass and massaged it. Then I leaned in close, my body pressing onto hers, and kissed her neck. Her moans sent a bolt of hunger to my cock. I caressed her clit, which winced at my touch.

  I turned her around, and our lips crushed together. Just kissing her electrified me. Her lips caressed mine as my tongue entered her deeply and urgently.

  “I need to taste you.” I stared into her heavy-lidded eyes, which mimicked my own. I was so aroused I could hardly breathe, my heart pumping desire down to my engorged dick.

  She widened her legs in response.

  I got down on my knees and licked my way up her thigh, arriving at her inflamed clit. I twirled my tongue and sucked back her juices as if it were a delicious treat until she cried out and came all over my lips. I entered her with my finger, which made her tremble. She was so wet and ready to be fucked. I groaned.

  Standing up, I turned her around and rubbed my dick against her round ass, my hands all over her plump, firm breasts. She arched her back, her ass gyrating against my belly, enticing my cock.

  The intensity of the pleasure shivered through me, as though I’d been starved and had taken my first bite of a delicious banquet.

  I moved my palms against her spiky nipples. “You’re so fucking tight. Do you want me to fuck you hard?”

  “Please.”

  Her sighs registered straight to my dick. I bit into her neck to stymie the growls that rumbled through me. The snug fit and sheer pleasure of being inside her was so excruciatingly intense that I wanted to blow straight away.

  I continued grinding my pelvis against her perfect butt until her muscles spasmed and tightened around my cock. Trembling in my arms, Penelope cried out, her convulsing pussy squeezing me so tight that it only took one more thrust, and I came so intensely it felt as though I’d poured everything into her.

  No woman had ever made me orgasm so violently.

  After my breath returned, I murmured, “I need you in my life, Penny.”

  “I like being in your life.” She turned to face me.

  I pushed her hair away from her face and kissed her tenderly. It was a kiss of love, our lips fusing our souls.

  “Will you marry me?” Although I never expected to utter those words, they arrived with little effort or thought.

  She stepped out of the shower and into the warmed towel I held open for her.

  Penelope’s silence left me suspended.

  Grabbing a towel, I dried my hair. “Too much? Too soon?”

  She shook her head. Her eyes pooled with tears. “I don’t know what to say. We’ve only known each other for a few months.”

  “I love you.” I held her. “This has been the worst week of my life. And that’s saying something.” I paused for her to respond but she looked at me expectantly. “I missed not having you close to talk to and to hold. It wasn’t just my dick missing you.”

  Her limpid, moist eyes met mine, and a sad smile touched her lips.

  “Why didn’t you ring me after those thugs tried to abduct you?”

  “I wanted to. But I was trying to hate you. Those photos really gutted me.”

  “You do believe me, don’t you? I’m not into young girls. If anything, I go for mature women.”

  She turned dark. “Mm… prostitutes.”

  “I can’t change my past.” I brushed back my wet hair with my fingers. “I’m not into young girls. The mere thought of it disgusts me.”

  “Why were you at the Cherry Orchard?”

  “James was blackmailed into drawing me there.”

  “But you went.”

  Good point. “It was out of curiosity. I had no idea that half the girls were that fucking young.”

  “Did you go in and watch them?”

  I nodded. “Only because I wanted to see you. If you’d been there, I would have bought you, no question about it.”

  She grimaced. “That was never going to happen.” She made a mock smile. “Did you watch any of the girls spread their legs? Even Lilly?”

  “No. I didn’t go that far. Lilly would know that.”

  She followed me into the bedroom. “Why is James being blackmailed?”

  Taking a deep breath, I repeated James’s story. Her eyes rolled with disgust when I told her about the sex parties on the island and the underage girls. I couldn’t blame her. Even in the retelling, I was repulsed.

  I poured a shot of whisky and held up the bottle.

  Penelope shook her head. “Just water, thanks.”

  I passed her a glass of water. “Let’s go to bed.”

  I undid her towel and held her close, breathing her in. Her soft warmth melted my heart.

  “I’ve missed this more than I could’ve imagined,” I said quietly, almost to myself.

  “The sex, you mean?” Penelope looked up at me.

  “No. I mean. Yes. I find it hard not to touch you and”—I was about to say “fuck” but opted instead for a term I’d never used before— “make love to you. But it’s more than that.”

  We lay down, and I held her in my arms. All the dramas unfolding around me faded away. Her head rested on my shoulder as I stroked her gently. She turned to look at me, and my lips met hers. It was tender kiss, soft and profound, filled with emotion. I tasted her tears.

  “Are you okay?”

  “I just can’t believe I’m here with you and that this is all real.”

  “It’s real, all right.” I stroked her hair. “I really missed this.”

  “What? Fucking me?”

  “We’re not fucking right now.” I looked at her. “I meant, just holding you. It surprises me.”

  “How so?”

  I exhaled. “I’m normally claustrophobic. I used to hate being hugged.”

  “That just makes you uptight.”

  “Yep. Guilty as charged.” I sniffed. “I don’t have to put on an act around you.”

  “Why would you anyway? Have you looked in the mirror lately?”

  “I try to avoid them. In any case, that’s just superficial crap. It’s what’s in here.” I tapped my head.

  “So, you only like me for my brain?” she asked with a teasing smile.

  I fell into her seductive dark eyes and grinned. I pointed to her face. “You’re also pretty easy on the eyes.”

  I stroked her breasts and palmed her cherrylike nipples. “I’d be lying if I didn’t admit to getting hard watching the bounce of your beautiful tits when you walk.” My fingers continued down to her pussy. “And you have a very sexy pussy.”

  “I don’t like cats. I prefer dogs.” She cocked her gorgeous head, and I laughed.

  I parted her folds, and my finger entered her creamy
pussy. “You’re mine. No one has ever been here. I want it to remain that way. I want this tight little cunt for myself.”

  She let out a sigh as I continued to rub her clit. “You’re dirty. You know that?”

  “Mm… nothing wrong with being dirty around someone you love, is there?”

  She bit her lip and shook her head, her eyes watery and her cheeks flushed. “No. I like dirty too. And…” She stroked my throbbing cock. “I love your big dick inside of me.”

  She rubbed herself against me provocatively.

  She turned, but I held her there.

  “No. I want to see your eyes when you come.”

  Her sweet smile was so seductive that my dick was engorged to the point of eruption. One week without sex with Penelope seemed a lifetime. I was clearly addicted.

  She spread her legs wide and allowed me on top. Her nails dug into my arms as my dick slid in. Although she was tight, she was lubricated from my earlier orgasm.

  Her pelvis grinding against mine and the heat and intensity of feeling her threatened to take me over the edge. I fondled her breasts as our groins gyrated in perfect rhythm, her tightness engorging my hungry cock.

  My lips ate hers as we found our rhythm, I felt her little cunt tighten around my dick, and moaning sweetly in my ear, she shuddered in my hands while, at the same time, I climaxed.

  “I love you” was the last thing I remembered saying before succumbing to a satisfyingly deep, nightmare-free sleep.

  46

  * * *

  PENELOPE

  RAVEN ABBEY LOOKED LIKE something out of Grimm’s Fairy Tales. I almost expected a scarf to float out of the turret’s window. It certainly was an artist’s playground, and I couldn’t wait to create some sketches.

  I was so taken with the facade, climbing up the stairs to what was now a hotel, that I tripped, and Blake caught me in those strong arms of his.

  “You lived here?” I asked, my mouth wide. The grand entrance with the double staircase that spiraled to the first floor captivated me.

  Blake nodded.

  “Hello, Mr. Sinclair,” said the woman at the desk.

  “Morning, Claire. This is Penelope, my girlfriend. Just taking her for a tour.”

  “Welcome,” she said in a broad Irish accent.

  “There’s a fresh batch of scones being served.” She gave me a bright smile.

  Blake looked at me, and I nodded keenly. The country air had stimulated my appetite.

  We broke our journey by staying at Nottingham, which was like stepping back in time. I gasped in wonder as we wandered through the forest, imagining Robin Hood in a tree, about to pounce. We even stayed at a castle that was now a hotel. I was convinced there were ghosts, given the creaking doors and howling wind, but it made for an entertaining experience, although I couldn’t have done it alone.

  Blake’s tanned features had a healthy, warm glow. He looked different. In London, he wore cosmopolitan sexiness with ease, but in the country, the light made his eyes bluer, and he looked ruggedly handsome amidst nature.

  The visit was primarily to scatter Milly’s ashes, and after my emotionally challenging fortnight, the countryside was just what I needed. I was touched that Blake, a normally private person, wished to show me his birthplace.

  There was no question—I did want to marry him. After that heart-wrenching break, I couldn’t imagine my life without Blake. I just needed to know that it wasn’t only lust, given that he couldn’t take his hands off me. I loved having them all over me. Our deep sexual connection was torrid and addictive.

  But can we do forever?

  We sat in a big sunny room converted into a restaurant. Butter melted all over the freshly baked scones. I added some raspberry jam and whipped cream, and after taking a bite, I sang, “Yum.”

  Blake wiped his lips and nodded. “Mm… they’re terrific all right.” He smiled wickedly. “Even the simple act of eating scones and jam is erotic around you.” He pointed at my cleavage.

  I looked down and saw that some jam had slid down my front. “Ah… damn.” I grabbed a napkin to wipe it.

  He shook his head. “No. Don’t. Leave it, and I’ll lick it off. With pleasure. In fact, this jam is so damn delicious I can imagine it spread all over you.”

  I giggled and heated up at the same time. But I ended up cleaning it up anyway after noticing an elderly couple entering the room.

  “This was once the ballroom,” said Blake, pointing up at the chandeliers.

  I was in awe of the stained glass windows. “It’s overwhelmingly beautiful. I can’t believe you lived here. Did you play in this room too?”

  He smiled sweetly. Blake wore the type of smile advertising agencies would have sold a kidney for. When I first met him, his lips had rarely curled.

  “Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked.

  “It’s just nice to see you relaxed. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like that before.”

  He reverted back to his natural earnestness. “I’ve had an eventful, life-changing three months, Penny.” His hand landed over mine.

  “As have I,” I returned. “I’m so grateful to be here, especially after hearing about it. But I only see magic here.”

  “There’s magic because you’re here. It’s a form of alchemy. We have an effect on places. You bring light and beauty even to that run-down estate where you were born.”

  It was another Blake-making-me-melt moment. I unstuck my legs from the chair. “That’s profound and very complimentary.”

  The sun poured in for the first time. Although the morning had been gray, suddenly, at that very moment, a burst of warm light settled on us like an aura binding our spirits. Blake’s eyes smiled in acknowledgement of it.

  After I polished off my third scone, I said, “Since you moved here as a young boy, how was it that your mother and Sir William…” I sought a delicate choice of words.

  “My mother worked at Raven Abbey all my life. We moved here after that asshole she married went to prison. Clearly, my mother and Sir William…” He paused.

  “Your father, you mean,” I interjected.

  “Yes.” He rubbed his neck. “That still sounds strange, even if it’s elevating knowing that I share DNA with such a great man.”

  “Then Sir William and your mother formed a relationship before you were born.”

  “So it would seem,” he said with slight hesitancy.

  I reached over and touched his hand. “I hope you’re not judging your mother for cheating on her savage wife-beating husband.”

  He shook his head. “No. I forgave her a long time ago. I just didn’t know that I was the result of it.”

  “Thank God.” I smiled. “I couldn’t imagine a world without you.”

  A sad smile touched his lips and turned his eyes a tender turquoise shade. “And I couldn’t imagine my life without you.”

  We touched hands and remained lost in each other’s gazes.

  Snapping out of that brief moment of enchantment, Blake glanced down at his watch. “I just realized I’m running behind. I need to go to Leeds to visit the solicitor.”

  “Then can I stay here until you return? I’d love to draw.”

  “Of course.” He touched my hand. “I’ll let him know.” He removed his cellphone from his jacket. “Let’s head up to the room.”

  After Blake made his call, we climbed the serpentine staircase to the room that had once been Sir William’s. A sigh of wonder left my chest. The huge room with large windows overlooking a thick wood seemed to go on forever.

  Crimson walls were framed in gold-leaf detail, drawing my attention to the gilded neoclassical art. Since that was one of my favorite periods, I ogled at the languid goddesses poised by arches and in forests.

  “Oh my God. I don’t think I’ll ever leave this room. It’s so delightfully feminine. Were the paintings Sir William’s?” I asked, noticing that the original works were screwed into the wall.

  He nodded. “Although I was advised to
place them in a vault, I couldn’t do that.”

  “How noble. I hate the idea of beauty hidden away from the world.”

  A faint smile touched his lips. “I share that view. In any case, most people are vetted, and we have their details, so if they tried to steal a painting, we’d find them.”

  Blake smiled again. I sensed that this journey back to his former home had had a significant impact on him due to Sir William being his biological father.

  He pushed me onto the bed gently and ravished my mouth. “I’ve been dying to do that all morning.”

  I giggled. “How long’s it been? Three hours?” I thought how we’d fucked like teenagers, making the floorboards creak, at the castle. Blake had grumbled something about how, when it came to places to fuck, only modern buildings delivered discretion. He possessed surprising modesty for a man with such an overactive libido.

  His mouth ate at mine, and his hand slipped under my skirt and into my panties.

  “You’re very wet, Penny.”

  “Must have been the yummy scones and the paintings.”

  He unzipped his pants and lowered his briefs. His big hard cock sprang forth. “I thought it might have been my animal charms.”

  “That too.” I touched his cock, recalling how I’d gagged after I’d sucked on it that morning.

  He placed his head between my legs. I never tired of that tongue, and Blake went down on me more often than I blew him. I thought I wasn’t doing it properly. I’d even asked him, to which he replied that his dick loved my cushiony lips but desired my tight cunt even more.

  It was raw, unbridled lust, and as his tongue whipped up another sheet-gripping orgasm a torrent of pleasure gushed through me.

  His hands slid over my body as though on a voyage of discovery, soft and tender, and then he parted my legs almost roughly, which I liked too.

  “I thought you had an appointment,” I said breathlessly.

  “That can wait.” He entered me in one thrust that made my eyes roll to the back of my head.

  His deep penetration hit spots that made my pussy convulse from the scorch of sensation. He rolled me on top of him, and as I moved up and down, his eyes were on mine, love written in them.