by D. Camille
Isabelle wasn't sure if she was doing this right, but from Ray's reaction, it wasn't too wrong. She'd read...a lot...and she'd even ventured to watch a few videos. Google and YouTube were great inventions. Isabelle had deemed it necessary research and not adult pornography. The videos had made her curious of what the actual act would feel like and if she would be able to do it to his satisfaction. The women in the videos had used a certain technique that she was now trying to imitate. This technique was supposed to create a certain ending that was very pleasing to the partner.
Before the certain ending occurred, Ray sat up and lifted her face to his. “I didn't finish,” she told him.
“If we finished you'd choke to death.” He kissed her before removing her bra and panties.
Ray laid her on the bed lying next to her looking into her face. “Now tell me, where did you learn that?”
“I studied it.”
He lifted a brow. “From who?”
She blushed. “I watched some videos,” she confessed. “But it was research.”
Ray laughed. “Isabelle Martin, what am I going to do with you?”
“I was curious.”
He began touching and warming her. “You don't need to watch a video Belle. I'll show you everything you want to know.”
“Really?” she whispered running her hand along his biceps.
“Uh...huh.”
She bit her lip. “There was this one thing...”
Curious he lifted a brow smiling. “Yes?”
“It's called the Deep Stick,” she said quietly.
Ray's eyes widened slightly. “Would you like that Goddess?”
She nodded shyly while smiling at him.
“And did you watch a couple doing that?” he asked touching her face and she nodded again. “And you liked it?”
“I imagined you doing it to me...”
Ray leaned down and kissed her ear. “I've imagined doing that to you and so much more...” he whispered as he began positioning her on the bed.
Reaching into the drawer he took a minute to add protection. “We need to get you very ready so that I don't hurt you.”
Isabelle looked up at him. “I love the way you make me ready.”
“And we can make our own video,” He said before pushing a button on a nearby remote device.
“Where are the cameras?” she asked glancing around the room.
“Behind us, to the left and the right, and above your head so that I can see the passion on your beautiful face,” he told her.
Isabelle turned her head to the large screen, which now showed them from all the angles he had described on a split screen. She watched the image as he placed her legs around his neck and began to devour her sacred spot.
“Oh my...yes,” she breathed.
She continued to watch in fascination as he worshipped her completely. When she was prepared, he lifted his head and stared down at her.
“Now, let’s satisfy your curiosity,” Ray whispered before getting to his knees and lifting her legs over his shoulders. Isabelle’s eyes closed briefly as Ray eased into her waiting flesh. He groaned as she readily accepted his engorged, rigid rod. His big hands held her thighs as he began entering then retreating slowly creating a raging storm inside of her. Her eyes opened and she watched the picture of his muscles rippling down his back and behind as he continued to stroke her. Her hands gripped the soft black sheets as she accepted his strength.
Isabelle licked her lips as his beautiful brown, perfectly sculpted, tight, muscled ass clenched and released in a perfect rhythm that made her moan out loud. Her cries began softly at first then grew louder as his softly spoken words of passion in tandem with the increasing pace, set her on fire.
“Tell me who you belong to Belle.” He stroked harder and she lost her breath.
Isabelle turned to look up into his eyes. The look she saw in them triggered her waterfall and she screamed his name. “The Sun God!”
Ray smiled wickedly at her as she tried to come back to from the place where he had sent her. He gently removed her legs and guided her onto knees with her back to him.
“Grab the handles, Goddess.” Isabelle glanced up at the handles on the wall just above her head then glanced back at him before complying.
“Don’t let go,” he instructed in her ear as he slowly kissed her neck then completed a trail down to her bottom where he began to suckle her cheeks.
“I love the way you taste, the way you smell…the way you feel,” he said against her flesh. “I can’t get it out of my head.” After giving adequate attention with his mouth to her rounded mounds, he held them firmly then squeezed gently, making her sigh. His large hands moved around to her thighs and up over her stomach, pausing at her breasts. Ray fondled and caressed the weighted orbs causing her to throw her head back against him. He kissed her neck as he rejoined their bodies slowly.
“I want you to tell me what I do to you…” he breathed in her ear as his hands met hers on the handles and tightened.
Isabelle’s mind tried to comprehend his words, but his hard, warm body pressed firmly against hers and his manhood buried deep inside her, made this difficult.
“What do I do to you Belle?” he repeated slowly while giving her deep, long plunges. Ray removed one hand from the handles and placed his arm around her waist pulling her closer then moved his hand lower to rub her heated bud.
In her ear, he said softly, “Look up into the camera and tell me what I do to you…”
Isabelle looked up at the ceiling as his pace increased sending her into another dimension and his hand came to squeeze and fondle her breast.
“You…you make me die…” she whispered hotly before they both exploded simultaneously calling each other’s name.
Isabelle leaned her head against the wall as she recovered. She concentrated on bringing her breathing back to normal as Ray laid her down on the bed. She stared up into sexy brown eyes before gazing at full lips that spread into a sexy grin.
“Now…let me resuscitate you beautiful,” Ray said before lowering his head and feasting on her mouth.
Chapter 21
Jordan glanced up as Trent entered the barbershop for their Saturday appointment. He had not spoken to Trent since they’d left Colombia, which had been over a week ago. Kent had kept both he and Sean updated on Trent’s state and Carolyn had been with him nearly every day. Trent took the seat next to Jordan in the chair.
“Hey Jordan.”
“Hey Trent. How are you?” Jordan asked.
Trent smiled. “I’m cool, you?”
“Concerned about you,” Jordan responded watching his brother.
“Thanks.”
Jordan nodded. “Is there anything I can do for you?” he asked.
Dark eyes met matching ones. “Actually, yeah Jordan.”
“Okay. What’s that?”
Trent leaned back in the chair looking at Jordan. “When we were in Colombia you and Sean told Callie and Marc to switch to Plan B. What was ‘Plan B’?”
Jordan looked away for a moment. “It was just instructions on how we were to get out of there.”
Trent waited until his brother turned back to him. “But Callie didn’t make it out of there. So was something wrong with the instructions?” He lifted a brow.
Jordan frowned. Was this boy questioning him and his directions? He took a deep breath. “There was nothing wrong with the instructions Trent. We can’t account for everything,” he explained.
Trent nodded slowly. “Can you account for no one else getting hit? Not even Marc who was standing right next to her?”
Jordan’s eyes narrowed. “What are you trying to say Trent?”
Trent shrugged. “I’m not trying to say anything Jordan. I’m saying that I know that there’s more to this and I’m not going to rest until I find out what really happened to Callie and who was responsible for it.” He locked dark gazes with his brother.
Jordan ran a hand down his face. “Look Trent, you need
to be focused on school and getting yourself back on track not wasting your time trying to find something that doesn’t exist.”
Trent adjusted himself in the chair. “I’m cool Jordan. I’m back at school. I’m also in the gym and at the range every day. See, when I find out who’s responsible, I’ll be ready for them.” He turned away from his brother.
Jordan looked at Trent and saw himself. He saw the determination in his face and knew no matter what he said to him, Trent had his mind made up. The Black genes were in full effect and when they were, it was basically a done deal. He shook his head. This was not good.
Trent finished his appointment at the barber and said goodbye to his brother with a brief hug and handshake. He then drove to see his other brother. Sean answered the door and smiled at his little brother.
“Trent. It’s good to see you.” Sean gave him a brief hug.
Trent smiled. “You too Sean.”
Sean led him inside to the living room and they both took a seat. Trent looked around the room remembering when his brother took him in and allowed him to live in this house. Sean studied him for a few minutes.
“Jordan says I need to talk to you,” Sean told him.
Trent turned to him. “I need to talk to you too.”
Sean nodded. “What would you like to talk about?”
“I want to know what was Plan B that you and Jordan told Marc to do in Colombia and why Callie was the only one that was hurt that day?”
Sean lowered his head. “Trent, the plan was to get everybody out safely, you in particular.”
Trent nodded. “But everybody didn’t get out safely. So what happened, Sean?”
Sean looked up. “We had to do what needed to be done to keep you safe.”
Trent looked confused. “What does that mean? Did you do something to Callie?” He jumped to his feet staring at his brother.
Sean stood as well. “Trent, calm down. Nobody did anything to Callie. You need to just let this go.”
Trent shook his head. “You and Jordan both are saying let this go, but I know something isn’t right and I’m not going to stop until I find out what it is.”
Trent walked to the door then turned back to Sean. “I hope that I don’t find out that you guys did this to Callie because as much as I love you, I don’t think I could ever forgive you.” Sean watched him walk out the door and shook his head. This was a problem.
*********
Ray let his mother into his home and showed her to the living room. He’d picked her up from Jordan and Sage’s place to come and spend some time with him, also to give Jordan and Sage some time together. Silver had been staying with them since they all returned from Colombia. Although Sage had insisted on their mother staying Ray knew that Jordan needed to be with his wife as well.
“You have a beautiful home here as well Sun God,” his mother told him smiling.
Ray took a seat next to her. “Thank you Momma.” He studied her face. “How are you?”
“Words can’t express how I feel seeing you and your sister again,” she told him.
Ray took her hand. “We missed you so much, both you and Daddy.”
Silver smiled at him and held his hand tightly. “I’m so proud of you. You’ve grown into an incredible man. You’ve taken care of your sister and done so well for yourself.”
Ray lowered his head. “Thank you Momma. I wanted to make you and Daddy proud of me. You both taught me so much in the short time that I had you in my life.”
Silver ran her hand along the top of her son’s head touching the soft waves there. “Tell me about your Moon.”
Ray looked up surprised. “My Moon?”
She nodded and he shrugged.
“You’re still not ready huh?” she surmised.
Ray smiled. “Ready for what Momma?”
Silver placed her hand on his chest over his heart. “I know that you’ve had to protect this for a long time.” She reached up and touched his face. “But it’s okay to entrust it to someone else.”
Ray took the hand on his chest and brought it to his lips. “It’s only belonged to you and Sage.” He smiled. “And Diamond.”
Silver smiled. “Isabelle is extremely beautiful and graceful.”
Ray nodded. “And brilliant, and strong…and stubborn…and kind and sweet.”
“Then she’s perfect for a Sun God.”
Ray shook his head. “She’s different….she keeps me so off balance sometimes.”
His mother laughed. “She has to otherwise you would rule over her. This way you rule together.”
“She wants to conquer me,” he confided rubbing a hand over his head.
“Is that not what you want?”
Ray sighed. “Honestly Momma, I’ve never, ever thought about having a Moon or children or anything remotely like that.” He looked into her face.
“I see Jordan with Sage, even Sean with Lily and I’m happy for them, but it’s not me.”
“Why not? Why don’t you want someone to love you?” she asked softly.
Ray looked away. “Because of who I am…what I do…what I’ve done.”
Silver turned his face back to her. “It’s her choice whether or not she wants to love you for who you are. You have to let her decide.”
“What if I don’t care for her choice?” he raised a brow.
“A Sun God cannot overpower his Moon if he wants her to shine brightly,” she warned.
Ray remained silent as she looked at him.
“You want her?” his mother asked.
“She belongs to me,” he answered confidently.
His mother shook her head. “No. She does not. Not until you make her your Moon.”
“I don’t know if I’m ready to do that,” he said honestly.
“Are you ready to let her go then?”
Ray knew the answer to that question was a resounding hell no! He frowned as he even contemplated something that ridiculous. Let Isabelle go? Let another man pleasure her and protect her. Oh hell nah! In his mind, that wasn’t even a possibility. Isabelle belonged to him and she wasn’t going anywhere.
*********
Trent left Sean’s house and drove to the library. He couldn’t sit in his apartment another minute because the memories of Callie began to overpower him. He found a seat inside where he was all alone and took out his laptop. While the device was turning on, he looked around and was flooded with memories of Callie being here with him.
He remembered the first time he’d told her that he liked to go to the library and she’d instantly agreed to go with him. His heart stung as he considered the possibility that his brothers had something to do with Callie’s death. He prayed that was not the case, but they both were acting too suspicious right now. He knew who his brothers were and what they did, but in his mind nothing could justify them hurting Callie. Nothing.
Trent thought about the past week. He couldn’t put into words how thankful he was to have his mother right now. She’d been there every day making sure that he ate and got off to class. Without her he’d probably still be in his bed trying to sleep the rest of his life away.
He and Kent spoke daily as Kent wanted to be updated on Trent’s progress with his plan and to make sure Trent hadn’t actually killed anybody.
Trent’s screen popped on and he began typing. Before long, the Federal Bureau of Investigation’s logo appeared on his screen. He typed in the words 'AGENT MARCUS GRAHAM' and pressed enter.
“Okay Marc, let’s see who the hell you really are.”
*********
Isabelle and Isis walked into their father’s study to find him waiting for them along with Shana. Isabelle glanced at Isis as they both took the empty chairs. Isis looked at the woman sitting next to her father in shock.
“Isis, baby girl, this is your sister Shana,” he introduced them.
Isis turned to Isabelle. “You didn’t tell me it was her!” She turned to Shana. “You were at Sean’s engagement party.”
“Yeah,
I remember you,” Shana told her dismissively.
Isis frowned at her father. “This is your daughter Daddy?” she asked remembering Shana’s performance at the party.
Milton cleared his throat. “Yes. This is my daughter.”
Isabelle looked at the dismay on Isis’ face and her heart fell.
“Why did you ask us to come here Daddy?’ Isabelle asked him.
Milton looked at all three women. “I called you all together because I wanted you all to know each other…just in case.”
Isis looked up. “In case of what Daddy?”
Milton looked away. “In case I’m not around anymore…”
“What are you talking about Daddy?” Shana asked looking at him.
Milton looked up again with saddened eyes. “Carl Harrison has been blackmailing me. He threatened to hurt all of you and I couldn’t let him do that. Not to my girls.”
Isabelle looked suspicious. “What did he want from you?”
Milton looked at Isis. “He wanted me to help him set up Jordan and Sean. I didn’t want to do it, but I had no choice.”
Isabelle stood to her feet. “Are you still doing this Daddy? First Mrs. Jackson and now Carl Harrison?”
“Didn’t you hear me girl? I said he threatened all of you!”
Isis looked afraid. “What do you think is going to happen Daddy?” she asked warily.
Milton shrugged. “They might try to kill me,” he told them.
“Who?” Isabelle asked incredulously.
“Jordan and Sean! That’s who!”
Isabelle frowned. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying they’re damn killers!” he roared and Isis turned to Isabelle in question.
“You know very well if Sean and Jordan wanted you dead, you would be by now with all that you’ve tried to do to them,” Isabelle told him standing to her feet. “Whatever you and Carl Harrison have done, you will have to suffer the consequences for it, just like everyone one else.”
Milton stood as well. “So you’re just going to take their side?” he demanded.