The Beginning of Connie and Isaac (The Blue Butterfly #3)

by D H Sidebottom

  “Yes,” I breathed when those fingers faintly stroked between my wet flesh, the tips tickling my swollen clit. Although the light touch was unbearably delicate, it stimulated something deep inside me and I couldn’t hold back the moan when his lips peppered tiny kisses up my inflamed labia.

  “You like that?” Isaac whispered in my ear.

  I froze as Isaac’s voice breathed in my ear and his mouth continued to pleasure my pussy. How could he do that? He didn’t have two mouths.

  “Isaac?”

  “Shh,” he encouraged before his mouth crushed my own and he kissed me like his hunger would kill him if he didn’t taste me. I groaned into his mouth as the mouth between my legs engulfed my clit with sucks and rapid flicks, my hips writhing uncontrollably as I begged whoever was orally pleasuring me to grant me a climax. When a finger slid inside me and the tip pressed against my front wall, teasing my G-Spot with a slight pressure, I gasped against Isaac’s mouth and bit down on his bottom lip, the crushing indulgence of my orgasm driving me into the confinement of pleasure, every muscle in my body locking up with the ecstasy.

  Hands pushed me until my back lay against the bed and more hands opened my thighs. A body slid between my legs and when a hard cock thrust inside me I started to panic. “Isaac?”

  “It’s okay, love, it’s me.”

  Sighing in relief, I started to enjoy the pressure he was building inside me, his fucking growing feverish as his carnal grunts elevated my lust. His cock pounded into me without relief, his punishing pumps making his balls slap against my buttocks as he drove deeper and deeper.

  I couldn’t hold back my cry when soft lips wrapped around my nipple and a tongue circled the hardness, teeth nipping faintly as they pulled and sucked relentlessly. However they disappeared and Isaac sped up, one hand lifting my backside off the bed so he could drive a couple of fingers into my arse. I was on the edge of falling, my muscles strung so tightly that it was becoming too painful to hold back. Lust controlled me and fierce grunts of need left me as I bucked against my lover with a force that shocked us both. “Fuck me!” I growled. “Harder! Fuck me harder!”

  His fingers dug into the flesh of my hips when he did as I asked and banged me with so much vigour that my arms still tied behind my back started to ache.

  Suddenly he pulled out of me and flipped me over. Whether he was aware of the strain on my arms or whether he just wanted to take me from behind I wasn’t sure but as he slammed back in I felt a movement on the bed above me as Isaac unbound my wrists.

  Tensing, but telling myself to go with it, I lifted my face and readied myself for the cock I knew was begging for my mouth. What I didn’t expect was to be greeted with a dripping wet pussy.

  “What the…”

  I yelped when a sharp crack hit my backside. “Eat her!” Isaac demanded.

  I didn’t know what to do. Isaac was still furiously fucking me, his deep hard drives fuelling my arousal, his fingertips digging into my flesh and encouraging my climax, and his order making me shiver with his dominance. The knowledge that I also had a swollen pussy in my face wasn’t dampening my lust either, and confusion floored me when I felt myself lean into the softness. The smell of womanly desire made my belly clench with excitement.

  “Eat her, Connie!” Isaac ordered again, his voice tight as he growled through the clench of his jaw. “Put your tongue inside her. Taste her.”

  His fingers wrapped in my hair and he pushed my face further into the spread of thighs until I gave in and hesitantly drew my tongue up, the taste of femininity blasting over my taste buds. “That’s it, my love. Good girl,” Isaac said when I stroked my tongue over her clit.

  Fingers spread into my hair and a soft gasp told me I was doing something right. Encouraged, I lapped harder, taking the drip of arousal and dragging it down and over her anus.

  “Fuck! Fuck!” Becca hissed. The recognition of her voice didn’t put me off, instead, now I could picture her, I was eager to make the bitch come for me. There was something about Becca’s high estimation of herself that wanted me to make her putty under me. It was hard to explain. As much as I hated her, I wanted to drive her wild with pleasure. I wanted to show her who was boss and that I could make her scream.

  Thrusting my fingers inside her, I sucked her clit delicately and manoeuvred my hand until I could press my thumb into her arse. She groaned loudly, pressing her cunt harder into my face.

  “Fuck, yes!” Isaac growled as he began to thrust hard and deep inside me. “Fuck her with your fingers, Connie.”

  I followed his order, my body flying with my own orgasm as Becca broke under me, my fingers driving as deep into her as Isaac was thrusting into me. Erotic moans filled the confines of Isaac’s room, each one of us vocalising our orgasms loudly and sensually as the scent of sex permeated the air around us.

  Once the arousal had died down, I didn’t want to face what had just happened. I couldn’t look at Becca as shame heated my cheeks but when Isaac softly undid the blindfold, Becca was nowhere to be seen.

  Isaac smiled at me with so much adoration that all my concerns left me immediately, his expression of awe making me smile at him almost shyly.

  “You amaze me over and over again.” He lifted me onto the bed and curled up beside me, his arms holding me tightly and securely. “Happy birthday, my love.” He yawned.

  Reality sneaked back in and my mouth dried as I turned to face the man I loved so much. He frowned, sensing my hesitancy. “Is everything okay? Did I hurt you?” When I didn’t answer him but stared at him nervously, he cupped my face tenderly. “Shadow?”

  Bile filled my mouth and I couldn’t help but reach out and touch him. “I…”

  “I’m sorry,” he whispered frantically. “I shouldn’t have done that, I thought…”

  “No!” I shook my head, halting his turmoil instantly. “No, I enjoyed it. Although I’m not a Becca lover, I enjoyed it.” He chuckled when my cheeks flushed with embarrassment. I’d never seen myself enjoying sex with another woman and I was amazed at how much I’d enjoyed it. However, things were about to get a damn sight more serious and nerves rattled my bones.

  “You need to know,” I whispered, “that I care for you, Isaac. More than I’ve ever cared about anyone.”

  He frowned at me and tensed. “That sounds ominous.”

  “But I’ve made up my mind.”

  “About?”

  Dropping my gaze to his chin, I whispered. “I’m having your baby. And I’m keeping it.”

  My heart shifted into my throat when he stared at me. His eyes didn’t widen, nor did they narrow, they just held me captive with a stark coldness. My gut warped as any bile turned to acid. My pulse was raging in my ears, my breathing quickly nearing the stage of hyperventilation.

  “Say something,” I urged quietly.

  But he didn’t. Mutely he stood up and walked away. Just walked away.

  BULLET FROWNED AT me when I quietly walked into the kitchen area of West. “Sit down.” She pulled out a chair for me when she caught my despair.

  Placing a glass of water in front of me, she took the chair beside me and sat patiently waiting until I opened my mouth.

  “I’m pregnant,” I whispered.

  Her gasp was loud but her gaze was so full of pity that I couldn’t hold back my tears. “I don’t know what to do.”

  Blowing out a breath, she grabbed my hand and squeezed it. “Well for one, we make sure Frederik doesn’t find out.”

  I lifted both brows at her. “Well that’s a given.”

  “And Isaac?”

  Sucking in my lips, I shrugged. “Well, put it this way, he wasn’t jumping up and down. How could I have been so stupid? Rule number one… wrap it or don’t tap it!”

  “Regrets and what ifs are no good now. Acceptance and planning are the only things that will get you through this. Mouse, bless her soul, got caught a couple of years ago. I think I still have the number for the clinic she used.”

  “What?” I gasped
. “Whoa!”

  Her expression hardened and her eyes narrowed. “You can’t keep it, Shadow.”

  My heart rate slowed to match each of her syllables, the shock of my announcement slowing each of her horrified words. I knew she was right, a baby couldn’t be brought up in this shitpile but hope also blossomed in my belly and dreams flourished in my mind, making anything seem possible. Wiping away a tear, I swallowed my heartache. “But I love it already.”

  “Shit.” She sighed, cupping my face and wiping away a tear with her thumb. “Are you absolutely positive?”

  “Yeah.” I nodded. “I called into the walk-in clinic in Soho after my last assignment. I’m already fifteen weeks. It’s already part of me, Bullet. It’s already trusting me to give it life, I can’t…” My head shook furiously as my wide eyes begged her. I wanted my best friend to make everything alright, to promise me that I could be a mother, a good mother. But of course she couldn’t do that. Yet, promises or not, I swore to my baby that I would do everything I could to keep it safe, as impractical as it seemed right then.

  Rubbing her face with her hands, Bullet blew out a breath then nodded firmly. “Then I’ll be by your side every step of the way, Shadow. This auntie is gonna have to kick some serious ass, but you know what? Maybe… just – fucking – maybe, girl.”

  She chuckled at my relieved grin. “Really?”

  “You need to stay away from Frederik. You need to follow every damn order to a tee. Keep out of trouble, Shadow. We’ll deal with your growing size as we get to it.”

  “Okay.” I nodded, grateful for her taking charge. “Oh by the way,” I added nonchalantly when she got up and headed for the door. “I just had sex with Becca.”

  The way her feet stumbled was comical, her eyes, full of shocked horror and curiosity, making me giggle. “What the fuck did you just say?”

  I nodded slowly and gave her a casual shrug. “Yeah, I had a face full of her pussy.”

  She dropped back into the chair and gawped at me. “What the fuck?” she repeated.

  “A birthday present from Isaac.”

  She spluttered and swallowed. “Since when did flowers and chocolates go out of fashion?”

  “Well, it seems pussy is the in thing this year.”

  “You hate the bitch!”

  Giving her a smile and a wink, I lifted my tired body out of the chair and patted her shoulder. “Yeah, and I made her scream like a fucking banshee.”

  She blinked at me then the funniest of chuckles resonated from her, forcing free a chuckle of my own. Lifting a hand to me, I high fived her. “Get in, my bitch!”

  I was still laughing as I made my way back to my room. I wasn’t in it much lately, my nights spent with Isaac, but I had a feeling things would change. His ignorance angered me, but in retrospect, my reaction had been pretty much the same as his. So I was shocked to find him waiting for me in my room with a carrier bag in his hands.

  He looked up at me with his sparkling green eyes as his pale face showed each of his worries. His frown seemed deeper, the lines on his forehead more obvious than usual as he chewed his bottom lip with his teeth.

  He lifted a hand to me, and hesitantly, I slipped my hand into his. He pulled me to his lap until I had no choice but to part my thighs and drop onto his knee. Dipping his hand into the bag he’d placed on the bed beside him, he pulled out an apple. “Eat,” he commanded as he pulled out some cheese. “And this.”

  I stared at him and took the items. He didn’t say anything else as he took more items from the bag. Before long, a pile of food nestled on my bed; kiwis, bananas, oranges, nuts, berries and a whole host of cheeses made my mouth water.

  Taking my chin between his finger and thumb, he guided my eyes from the stack to his eyes. “I have to go to Russia for a few weeks. You will eat properly. You will look after yourself. You will be extremely careful around the others. Exercise carefully, train even more carefully. I’ve given Devlin an order for some vitamins; make sure you take them every day. We want our child to be big and strong.”

  I couldn’t speak as tears flooded my cheeks, my relief and happiness rendering me mute. However, I managed a nod before I took a big bite of the apple, its crisp flavour bursting in my mouth. We weren’t afforded fruit as Phantoms, they were considered a luxury. In fact, food was considered a luxury. Food was given when Frederik felt like rewarding us – which wasn’t very often.

  Isaac laid his hand over my belly. His eyes watered and he blinked to clear his gaze. Framing his face with both my hands I kissed him hard. He moaned into me, his other hand snaking around the back of me to hold me close to him.

  “Can we really do this?” I asked timidly, frightened of his answer, but his soft smile made my heart beat that little bit faster with hope.

  “I don’t know,” he answered with a sad sigh. “But damn it, we’re gonna try.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah.”

  And try we would. So fucking hard. But as with everything, your best is never enough. Phantom life was cruel. It didn’t just take your life, it took your soul too.

  April 2008.

  “IT WAS MY fault,” Bullet lied as Frederik held us both before him, Gregory holding me flat to the floor as Jacob pinned Bullet down by her hair.

  “What?” I gasped. “No, no, Bullet.”

  “It was me, Master. I stole it!”

  “Bull….” I cried out when Frederik’s boot slammed into the side of my hip, the crack loud on contact. I wedged my lips together to stop the scream that wanted to hurtle from my throat.

  “Refrain from talking. You are both liars. Liars and whores. I’m holding you both accountable.”

  Bullet’s eyes shot to mine. “I’m sorry,” she mouthed. I shook my head at her. I knew why she had done it. I would have taken the blame for her if she was pregnant, knowing what cruel torture Frederik would have lined up for us.

  We both flinched when we were pulled up together, both of Frederik’s puppets knowing what he wanted without him having to even voice a command. That’s how manipulated we all were.

  He walked slowly over to Bullet, his cold eyes making me shiver. He stood before her, looking over her as though she were an insect that had crawled over his food. I hated him so much. I wanted him dead. I wanted to kill him myself, and I think if it weren’t for the fact he was my lover’s father, I would have ended him by now. I had no doubt in my head I was capable. As Isaac had told me often enough, I was the most formidable Phantom of the whole clan. I also knew this was the only reason Frederik kept me alive, because I was useful to the family, not because of any compassion towards me. If he ever found out about my relationship with his son and heir, then I knew that would change with a snap of his fingers.

  I flung forward when Frederik slammed his fist into Bullet’s face, knocking her to the ground. Jacob and Gregory grabbed each of my arms, holding me back.

  “Master, please don’t.”

  He laughed, shaking his head. “You will see what your disobedience brings, Shadow. You refuse to be controlled. So maybe making your friends take your punishment may start to control you better.” He turned back to Bullet. “You stole from me, so I think the only appropriate punishment is to steal something from you.”

  My eyes remained dry, my ability to cry stripped from me, as my friend took my punishment. They raped her, each of them, after they broke her frail body. One after the other they took her and then all three of them together. My best friend never shed a tear. We held each other’s eyes through the duration of our visits to hell. Another piece of my soul shattered as her blood trailed along the ground and pooled against my foot where they had tied me to the pole that was fixed to the floor for occasions of punishment.

  Their sick grunts twisted my stomach as Bullet’s silence shredded my heart. It was then that I felt my baby kick for the first time. A moment of absolute joy held me up in that moment of sheer desolation. I couldn’t close my eyes. I was made to watch what my actions for stealing some br
ead from the kitchens had brought. We were all so very hungry, each one of us malnourished and weak. It was only because of this that I had managed to hide my pregnancy and I had been amazed at how my baby had survived in the devastating condition my body was in, hence the need to steal food. Unfortunately this time we had been caught as Bullet had kept watch for me.

  It was only when a solitary tear leaked from my best friend’s eye and trickled across her cheek that the vomit came. “I’m so sorry, Bullet,” I whispered. “I’m so, so sorry.”

  Isaac had been gone for over six weeks and I missed him with my very soul. I’d been hanging from the cross for eight days, the skin on my back hanging off my bulging spinal column after many punishing lashes.

  I knew my time to die had come, and in a way, I hungered for it. My soul had perished as the rats had eaten my toes, my own urine providing them with a tasty meal - obviously they were as starved as me. The door to the courtyard had been locked and no one, not even the sentinels were allowed to visit me.

  And all because I had refused to slaughter a nine-year-old boy.

  He had been my last assignment. And the finality of my life. In the days I swung naked, the rain beating down on me, the icy nights ravaging my frail bones and my arms aching with the weight of my skinny body, all I hoped for was one final smile from Mae and a goodnight kiss from Isaac. That’s all I wanted. I didn’t pray for food or luxuries. I didn’t require extravagant goods or excessive pampering. I just longed for my sister and my lover. I knew Isaac cared for me. He’d never openly expressed it, but I felt it in the way he looked at me, and the way he touched me. And right then, when Frederik walked into the small square area with Panther holding the rain off our Master’s head with an umbrella, I knew it was time. And he’d brought my friend to witness my death. That’s how sick and mean the bastard was.

  Panther gulped as his eyes raked over my dying body, his heartache at the sight of me evident when he squeezed his eyes shut and tried to strengthen himself for the upcoming horror.