Saint's Sacrament - Sins of the Father

by Laveen, Tiana

  “Open your pussy for me…” he said as he shot her a glance. The music touched their souls, united them over their mutual love of a good tune mixed with sex. Life got no better. Xenia maneuvered her hand down to her crotch, and spread her lower lips open, giving him a full view of the pink entrance he’d soon invade.

  Ahhh, shit…

  Oh yeah, that peach was riper than a mothafucka…

  She chortled playfully and slapped her ass, making it rock and jiggle.

  “I can’t wait to sink my teeth in that son of a bitch!” Saint grinned, enjoying the sweet presentation. She looked at him and laughed when he dramatically bit his knuckles as if he could take no more.

  “Clap your ass for me…”

  She swung to the front of the pole, bent over and held her knees. Her ass looked like a butterfly on steroids, causing Saint to lose his complete, natural mind.

  “Ohhhh, shit. I like that…yeah… You are clapping the fuck out those cheeks! Dayum!” He stretched one leg out, leaned to the right and dug in his pocket—a pimp pose to be envied by many. Pulling out a thick wad of money, he started throwing notes at her, let them float around her like green feathers until they landed at her feet.

  A wicked gleam filled her eyes. She sunk her finger inside her saturated pussy, her eyes fixed on him, seducing him with her gyrations and tantalizing display. Smirking, she slowly removed her finger and slid it into her mouth, sucking the juice clean off.

  “Mmmmm! I love it. You’re so nasty, baby! You’re givin’ me life!”

  She continued to slowly meander toward him, her hips gyrating to the beat and before long, he was getting a custom made lap dance. He delighted in the feminine scent of her heated body as he pawed at her fleshy ass, squeezing the globes with both hands until he could take it no more. Xenia yelped as he shoved his face in between her butt cheeks. His breathing harsh and muffled, he flicked his tongue back and forth over her asshole as if it were served to him on a platter. He fastened her to him, wrapping his arms around her waist and locking his wrists together under her navel as he devoured her chocolate star with ruthless abandon.

  “Ahhhh!” She screamed and squealed, but he wouldn’t let go, swirling his tongue over, in and around in circular motions. He pressed his fingers deep into the soft flesh of her hips as she grinded against his mouth. Finally, Saint winded down, smiling as his lips still caressed the big behind that he so coveted. He turned her around to look at him.

  “Just stand there…” he directed as he unbuttoned his shirt, cast it aside, and unzipped his pants. He grabbed his swollen cock and pulled it out, all hot and ready for her.

  “Mmmmm…” He gripped the base of his exposed dick as she ran her finger up and down her protruding clit. The sight of her playing with herself as he pumped his cock sent him into euphoric tremors. Reaching for her, he wrapped his hand around her lower thigh, possessively bringing her closer as he jerked his cock in slow and hard motions. “Uhhhh…” His head lulled back as he kept up the pace, masturbating in front of her. The mere sight of her fluttering finger on that fleshy, reddened knob made him weak at the knees. Forcing himself to gain control, he unleashed a hungry gaze on her, letting stark need show bright.

  She leaned over him, her nipple dangling above his open mouth. He sighed and writhed about in the chair, jerking his dick with all of his might, his groans echoed and amplified in the confines of the room. He shuddered when she slapped his hand, causing him to cease all action and concentrate solely on the image before him. Gripping his shoulders, she positioned herself over his crotch and slid down that motherfucker like it was the pole she’d just finished molesting.

  “Awwwww, baby!” He gripped her tight and threw his head back in ecstasy, which caused his hat to fall off his head. “Uhhhhh…” The passionate euphoria took him over as she slowly rose and fell upon him, her bouncing ass heating his upper thighs with each pass. His arms around her back, he regained his control and looked dreamily into her eyes. The music continued to sing to their bodies as they followed the beat. Saint thrust up to meet her motions, forcing more of himself inside of her.

  “Ahhhh!” she cried out as he pressed her to him, forcing her pussy open just the way he liked it. He looked between their bodies, watched his dick disappear inside of her over and over again. “Mmmmm!” he groaned, sucking his bottom lip. Her soft hands clutched to his shoulders as she rode him with visceral fortitude, faster and faster. Then…it struck him. He slowed to a crawl as the song ended, and Portis Head’s ‘Glory Box’ began.

  “Rise up, baby,” he said throatily. He stood to peruse a caged area filled with an assortment of this and that…

  When he returned to her, incense swirled around her ankles and candlelight danced on her bared body. He stripped down to only his black skinny tie loosely wrapped around his damp neck. Bending her over the chair, he promptly handcuffed her to it, causing her eyes to widen and a whimper to escape her lips. He slid his hand over her pussy; she pressed into his touch while he roused the beast inside of her to come out and play. Her juicy entrance took in two, then three, of his fingers as he played with her, making her cream, shake and relish in his maneuvering.

  “You want my dick?” he asked over the music.

  She nodded and threw him a helpless look over her shoulder.

  “Tell me, then.” He slicked his fingers out of her, sucking and licking them slowly as she stared at him. He tugged at his tie and bent his knees behind her, waiting…

  “I want your dick.” Her tone pleaded while she tried to maintain some semblance of control.

  “I can’t hear you.” His brows dipped in annoyance. “You know how this works. I need you to scream that shit!” He slapped her ass with his open palm, reddening the cheek.

  “I want your dick!”

  And without another second wasted, he thrust inside of her, causing them both to moan. He held onto her waist and rocked in and out of her, going crazy as the lights danced all over them.

  “Feels so damn good!” Her pussy took hold of his rod and hugged it tight. “Xenia, your body is so fuckin’ incredible…this ass! Damn!” He spanked it playfully, then continued to drive his cock in and out of her, the bottom of his tie bunching up on her lower back.

  “Ahhhh!” she screamed out as he increased his speed.

  He could hear his own breaths echoing around him as he grinded deep within her. He gripped her breasts so roughly, the chair threatened to fall over, her body taking the brunt of his lovemaking style as her wrists stayed banded together with shiny steel.

  “Oh, Xeeeenia, it feels so good, baby!” He droned. “This fuckin’ pussy…you turn me on so much.”

  “Your dick…Ahhh!” He shoved her body back and forth as he forged ahead. It wouldn’t be long… “Your dick feels so good in my pussy, Saint.” The clanking of her handcuffs turned him on even more as he leaned completely over her body, and shoved himself inside of her, over and over.

  “Uhhhh! Uhhh!” He rode her, kissing her roughly on the side of the face and slicked his fingers to her clit, gliding his index over the swollen nub, massaging it while his cock completely took over her pussy.

  “Ohhhh yes!” she screamed, arching her back into his chest. “Oh, don’t stop! Don’t stop!” she begged, her airy voice reverberating in his ears.

  “Oh, baby, I won’t…mmmm hmmmm, not until we both cum good ’nd hard,” he promised.

  In due time, Xenia shook and shivered, falling to the side—spent—as Saint continued to make commanding love to her. His dick sank in her juiciness, which sent him closer to the edge. He raced to get his prize.

  “Uhhhh! Uhhh! Shit!” He gritted his teeth as he felt his orgasm looming close ahead. “You’ve done it, now! You’re gonna make me cum! Uhhhh!” He stuck with his rhythm, his ass tight as he engulfed himself completely inside of her and halted…not moving one solitary inch. That made her scream out and grip the chair hard. “Uhhh!” He resumed his thrusts, picking up speed.

  “I’m cummin’,
baby!”

  He gripped her neck, bringing her upward, and held her waist with his other hand. He slammed, then stuck, over and over, releasing his warm, creamy gratitude inside her body.

  “Ohhhh, Saint!”

  “Uhhhhh!” He jerking his body once more deep inside of her and one more shot of velvet escaped.

  He released her neck and she looked over her shoulder at him. Her dark, thick eyeliner gave her a vampish look he found alluring. After a few moments, he felt her shiver. She smiled at him—a bright, warm smile. He grinned in return, wiped his brow with the back of his hand and uncuffed her.

  She stood to her feet, the red lights still swirling around her form, and ran her tongue along the edge of his ear. He bent away at the ticklish sensation, yet held her gently around the waist, close enough for her nipples to tease his chest. He looked down into her eyes, only to fall under the trance he was trying to avoid.

  “You want to do it again?” she asked huskily, already knowing what her man desired.

  “Yeah…” He fisted and unfisted his palm as he eyed her over and witnessed trails of his semen trickling down her inner thigh. That turned him on so much, his dick sprung once again in action.

  He slowly released himself from her touch and walked to the side of the room to select a softer tune. His back still turned to her, he reached into a large white leather bound box and retrieved a blindfold and harness. Good times were to be had…

  ~***~

  Sinclair sat at his dining room table. The soft gurgling of the in-wall fish tank murmured in the background as he scrolled up and down the various computer file attachments and stack of paperwork. Saint was a slippery one; the crumb trail was tricky and cruelly dry. His background check was squeaky clean. Sinclair figured he’d do some vigilante justice, give him a taste of his own medicine. The man had single-handedly ruined his life and seemed to have no intentions of ceasing and desisting. Upon further digging, however, a file about Xenia Aknaten showed up, one which detailed how she contacted a magistrate and judge about a rather sticky situation Saint had found himself in…

  Oh, how Sinclair delighted in reading and rereading the information, getting his thrills off the fact that the self-professed sexual expert had been sexually assaulted and raped via a mind-altering drug by an attorney who had, at one point in time, seemed to have New York City on legal lockdown, by the bylaw balls. Her name was Payton Bishop and she was quite a distance away, but not too far for his desires. Much to Sinclair’s surprise, however, Xenia had taken the conniving woman down, which only fed his suspicions about the girl he once knew…

  Xenia is not as sweet and innocent as she used to be. She was telling the truth about that, for sure. It isn’t just Saint I need to worry about. Good thing I thought ahead.

  He exhaled loudly, leaned back in his chair and ran a hand across the two-day-long stubble on his cheek before snatching his cell phone and calling the woman who he’d been daydreaming about in the past hour.

  “Hello?” came a feminine voice, one that made him curious as to what the woman looked like. He assumed she was beautiful. Saint didn’t seem like the sort of man who would accept anything less.

  “Hello, yes, may I speak to attorney Payton Bishop?”

  There was a slight pause. “Yes…this is she.”

  “Hello, Ms. Bishop.” Sinclair slowly swiveled in his chair, a wide grin on his face that he couldn’t relinquish as his heart increased its gallop. “You don’t know me, but my name is Sinclair Grayson.”

  “That name sounds familiar…”

  “Well, I’ve worked with some pretty big names in the entertainment industry in regards to music and video direction and production, but that isn’t the reason for my call.”

  “I see. Well, enlighten me.”

  He liked her already. The woman had zing, pizzazz and obviously a hatred for the man he needed to chomp to bits. He turned back to his computer and Googled her name for images as he continued to speak to her. His curiosity was getting the best of him.

  “Well, it’s not the type of thing I’d like to discuss on the phone, but seeing as I reside in L.A., and you are all the way in New York City, it appears we have no choice.”

  “I’m pretty busy so I’d appreciate it if you got to the point,” she said curtly. The woman was all business.

  Wow. So much like Xenia. I see Saint has a type…

  “Sure, if you insist. Do you know a man by the name of Dr. Saint Aknaten?”

  The silence was deafening. He ran his hand along the arm of his chair. Oh yes, he’d struck gold.

  “I have to go…”

  “Oh,” Sinclair stood, now admiring a professional photo of the attorney on his laptop screen. “I wouldn’t hang up just yet, if I were you. You see, Payton, I’m not calling to ask you about what happened that fateful evening you slipped Mr. Aknaten a drug in his drink at his wife’s radio awards show, then proceeded to fuck him right in front of her… no, you see, I’m calling because you and I are on the same team.” He traced the edge of the table with his index finger, as if it were a woman he was about to slip inside of.

  “If you are calling to try to extort money from me, then you will be left unsatisfied,” she said dryly. “I don’t know how you received this information, but—”

  “No, Ms. Bishop. I don’t want any money from you. In fact, you are the one that could reap financial benefits. I understand you were unfairly kicked out of your firm, and had to start all over… I know all too well what that feels like and coincidentally, it is because of the same person.”

  She remained quiet; he assumed she was now engrossed in his possible proposal.

  “Unfortunately, now, you are representing petty thugs, thieves and criminals that sell bootleg DVDs. What a fall from grace.” He smirked. “You’re a public defender thanks to Xenia Aknaten and her husband. But, all of that could change. I have a lot of influence and connections, Payton.” He slipped his hand in his robe pocket. “I can assist you in getting back on your feet and at the same time, help you get a little pay back.”

  “I’m not interested,” she said coldly.

  His smile melted like strawberry ice-cream on a ninety-nine degree day.

  “Mr. Grayson, I’m not sure what you are scheming, planning…but I want no part of it. I’ll let you in on something.” He could almost hear the smile in her voice, and it made him want to plunge his fist through the phone and rip her pompous throat out. “Saint is a very dangerous person. I’m not sure where you got my information, or how you found the accusations against me since that information is sealed, but regardless, I have moved on with my life and don’t wish to see Saint Aknaten ever again. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to—”

  “Not so fast there, Ms. Bishop,” Sinclair growled. His nerve endings pulsated as the slippery grasp he dared to maintain threatened to elude him now, and forever more. “You see, if this information gets out, well, you won’t even be allowed to be a garbage collector…let alone a public defender.” He shrugged as he circled his chair like a hungry vulture. “For some reason, Xenia didn’t put the final nail in your coffin, and maybe that is why you’re reacting this way. Maybe, after time passed, you felt remorse, maybe even a sense of gratitude,” he continued on, making his point crystal clear, “that neither she nor Saint went to the police. But as Saint said in his book, “The Black Vagina Vortex”—‘fuck feelings’, and I’d have to agree with that. I’ve had a lot of down time, thanks to that man, and I did some reading. It is best that I get to know my opponent, and you, being a player in all of this, are instrumental.”

  He casually ran his finger along the edge of his laptop as he stared vacantly at it.

  “What do you want?” He heard her swallow and smiled. Finally—the ice princess wasn’t so cold after all.

  “I want you to tell me every damned thing you know about the man. You and he were a couple at one point in time. Couples share things, intimate things. I did some research, Ms. Bishop. I looked into Saint’s finan
cial records and lo and behold, your name popped up. Didn’t you handle his legal affairs regarding the Internal Revenue Service one time?”

  Another brief pause.

  “That was years ago and it was legal. He didn’t—”

  “Doesn’t matter. You being a former antitrust and trade attorney, surely you knew your way around any financial loopholes to help the poor guy out. I mean, he owed a shitload of money, being a new self-made entrepreneur at the time, so he didn’t have a good handle on everything once that fame and fortune started rolling in. Hell, he was an instant millionaire. An Asian persuasion taking over the nation.” Sinclair laughed garishly. “A rags to riches story, the American dream! And you being his lover, and may I say, strikingly beautiful,”—he glanced at her photo again, sliding his tongue across his upper lip—“girlfriend, mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmm!” He laughed. “All that smooth, dark brown skin, girl. Damn. You look like a black Barbie doll! Beauty and brains!”

  Yeah, that man definitely had fantastic fucking taste!

  He heard her breathe loudly, as if she were bored, possibly even disgusted.

  “Whew, well, let me stay on track.” He smiled wide and exhaled. “… With such a wondrous, extensive financial background, it is obvious to me you got our man here out of some hot water…for free.

  “Now, all I need from you, my dear, is to get me those records, and you know, finagle them a bit. Turn in a claim for incorrect information. People do it all the time. I’m sure your adjustments were on the up ’nd up, loophole or not, but there is just enough doubt that should they be alerted of a miscalculation, well,”—he shrugged—“they’ll investigate and you’ll have some new evidence to show he tried to defraud the IRS out of not thousands, but millions of dollars. I believe some jail time can go with that. He is the CEO of a bank, after all. That falls perfectly into this plan.”