Wicked Redemption (Dark Book 2)

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by Ashton Blackthorne


  “Bend over, princess. Spread your pussy open with your fingers and show Sinister what a beautiful cunt you have.”

  Sasha spread her legs wide and bent over. Her long fingernails parted her pussy lips enough to show her delectable pink flesh. She was shining wet.

  “Nice,” he murmured.

  “Now, princess, get on the bed and suck his fucking cock until he comes deep in your throat.”

  Eagerly, she jumped onto the bed. Sinister walked over to the side of the bed where Sasha took his cock into her mouth. Her full lips stretched over him as he groaned. Getting on the bed behind her, I buried my face in her wet pussy. Licking her swelling clit over and over again, I listened to her soft moans as she sucked and sucked him. She had one of the sweetest cunts I’d ever eaten.

  Suddenly, she pulled her mouth away from his cock and groaned loudly. In an instant, I found my face drenched in her juices. She had squirted all over me. I continued to lap her delicious juices making a mental note she was to be punished for coming without permission.

  Sinister, however, beat me to it.

  “Princess, did you just come?” He wrapped her hair around his fist pulling her mouth back to his cock.

  “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”

  “It’s Daddy to you, now, Princess. You’re one hell of a cocksucker. But coming without permission isn’t allowed with me. Go ahead and finish me off and I’ll let you know your punishment when I’m done.”

  My fingers dug deeply into her ass as I continued running my tongue from her clit to her tight asshole.

  I heard slurping, sucking sounds as Sasha was hard at work finishing Sinister. My cock raged as I kept licking her. I was anxious to fuck her hard.

  Finally, Sinister lurched forward grabbing Sasha’s head and holding it to his cock. She moaned as he pumped her mouth full of come.

  Gagging, she jerked her away white pearly strands of come stringing from her lips. I slapped her ass hard.

  “Now, Ayden, how are we going to punish Princess? She was a bad girl coming on your face without permission.” His voice was low and guttural.

  I stood up beside the bed. The scent of her pussy was embedded in my facial hair. I could still smell her.

  “Orgasm denial, of course.” I smiled.

  He nodded.

  “Maybe a good lashing?” He motioned to the toys I’d laid out on the bed next to her.

  “Excellent. Since you’re our guest, you can choose.”

  His beefy hand settled on a leather flogger with metal studs on the handle.

  “How many times did you come, princess?” I asked coming around to face her as Sinister moved in behind her.

  “Five.” Her eyes looked downcast.

  Her tits hung lushly as she remained on her hands and knees. I reached to fondle her tits as Sinister lashed her with the flogger.

  “Count off!” He ordered.

  “Five lashes,” I instructed.

  He agreed and lashed at her. The flogger came down in with a swishing sound and smacked onto her flesh. She cried out loudly.

  “One!”

  Again, the flogger came down on her ass. This time it hit with an even louder smacking sound.

  “Two!”

  I knew she was getting wetter and wetter. Her orgasm denial would have to start now. I’d fucked her enough times to know she could come from a lashing.

  “Three!”

  Sinister grunted as I noticed his fingers slip between her legs. He drew them out and put them to his mouth tasting her.

  “That’s one sweet cunt you have, Princess. I’ll love destroying it later.”

  “Four!”

  I held her swaying tits in my hands thumbing her hard nipples.

  “Just a second, Sinister. I want Princess to suck my cock while you lash her. I want to fill her mouth again.”

  Even though the room was a suite, with all the action in the room, it felt as though it were getting smaller. I had purposely kept the lights on the dimmer switch so I couldn’t quite see everything that was going on. I couldn’t see the expression on Sinister’s face, but it was safe to assume it was like his name-sinister.

  “Fine, Ayden. Princess, you’re not to come again without permission. Is that understood?” To drive his point home, he slapped her on the ass as hard as he could. She screamed as I took her hair in my fist and forced my cock down her throat.

  My head fell back as I felt her lips on my cock. The warm wetness of her mouth made me melt. I felt her tongue slither around me.

  Every few minutes, Sinister lashed her again with the flogger. Her body jumped, but she kept sucking me.

  Finally, my hips thrust forward and I came down her throat. She gagged and tried to pull her mouth away, but I kept her there a moment until I was sure I had pumped every drop of my come down her throat.

  “Now, princess, that’s two loads of come down your throat. How much come are we going to dump in your pussy and asshole?” I pulled her up to face me.

  “Lots,” she smiled.

  “Don’t you come yet, princess. You will only come when we say you may.”

  I turned the lights up a bit and handed her a bottle of water. After drinking, she fell back on the bed.

  “Princess, I want you to rub your pussy for us. I want you to beg us to fuck you. Tell me and Sinister how much you want a cock in your pussy and in your asshole.”

  Sasha nodded happily. She spread her legs open wide on the bed. Her tits jiggled as she rubbed her wet pussy. She dipped her fingers in and out of her sweet hole.

  “I want you, Daddy Ayden. I want you to fuck my little pussy with your huge cock. I want Daddy Sinister to fuck my asshole.”

  “How do you want us to fuck you princess?”

  “As hard as you can.”

  Watching her finger herself made my cock rock hard again. I didn’t have to look at Sinister to know his was hard too.

  “I’m going to lie down on the bed, princess. I want you to sit on my cock with your wet, hot pussy. Then Sinister is going to fuck your asshole at the same time.”

  She got up and allowed me to lie down.

  I looked up at her as she spread her wet pussy over my throbbing cock. As she sank down on me, I felt her tight pussy grip my cock. Her tits appeared enormous as they hung directly over my face. I felt Sinister grab her tiny waist.

  She cried out loudly as he entered her tight asshole. I reached up to squeeze her tits as he ground deeply into her asshole. She was being stretched to the hilt. I sucked on her nipples as she round up and down my cock.

  “I can’t take it, Daddy.” She cried as we both churned our cocks inside her at the same time.

  “What can’t you take, Princess?” I asked.

  “I want to come!” She ground herself down on me. Her tits bounced with the force of his fucking.

  “Not until we do. We’re going to both come inside you. Then you can come.”

  She moaned biting her lip.

  Suddenly, he grunted. I could feel him thrust deeper into her. She cried out as he came deep into her asshole. Seconds later, I felt my own orgasm thunder down upon me as I pumped my come into her pussy.

  “Now, princess.” I ordered.

  Uttering an almost primal scream, Sasha came while we were both inside her. I could feel her juices ooze out onto my cock.

  I could feel myself falling deep into the abyss. I was so far gone I didn’t think anyone could ever get me out.

  My fingers flew to my throat to fondle the gold cross around my neck.

  Not even God.

  18

  Ayden

  The next morning I drove back out to Ash’s sprawling Hampton mansion. I marveled again at the sheer size of it.

  I picked up with my story right where I left off. Ash sat looking at me incredulously.

  “So, what am I supposed to do, Ayden? Am I supposed to feel sorry for you because our mother was a drug abusing bitch? You aren’t telling me anything new. She left me when I was seven years old with
out so much as a phone call or a letter!” Ash slammed down his empty glass. I stared at the few droplets of liquor that sloshed out of it onto the glass tabletop.

  I leaned back crossing my ankle over my knee. Ash just wasn’t going to let that go. He had no idea just how good he’d had it.

  “No, Ash, I don’t. I’m just telling you like it is. You think you had it so hard because she left you? Consider that a gift, Ash. You grew up with….that…that beautiful man.” My words choked up in my throat.

  Ash’s eyes blazed as he stared at me. I hadn’t cried in years, but being in this office with his things around….it was all too much.

  “Dad, you mean?”

  I nodded.

  “You have no idea how much I longed for him when I was growing up, Ash. I had this game I used to play. ‘Who’s my Dad?’ In it, I used to write down all the qualities I wanted in a dad on tiny pieces of paper. I would put them in a box and shake them up. Then I would pull out exactly seven pieces of paper and from that build my perfect father.” I laughed remembering those awkwardly cut pieces of paper how thick the construction paper felt between my fingers.

  “Why seven?”

  I shrugged.

  “Because I was seven years old at the time, I guess. Anyway, some of the qualities Ashler did have. He was tall, I got that right. He was rich, kind, and handsome. I don’t know if he was fun to be around. Was he?”

  Ash smiled.

  “Yeah, he was. That old fucker….right after Debra left he was supposed to go on another business trip to Milan. He cancelled it and took me to Coney Island. I’d been several times already, but he threw everything aside to take me. That’s the only place I could think of where I wouldn’t hurt anymore.”

  “I’ve never been.” I said wistfully.

  “It’s a lot of fun when you’re small. A lot of cheesy rides and roller coasters. Dad, he got sick on rides so he usually didn’t get on them, but that day he rode every ride with me and puked at least ten times!” Ash couldn’t stop smiling at the memory.

  My heart ached. I was burning with jealousy. How I’d been cheated!

  “Must have been nice.” I bit my lip. It was pitch black outside. The ocean roared beating against the shoreline.

  “It was, Ayden. What was your point about Debra? What happened when you were twelve?”

  “Ten not twelve.” I sighed recalling the pain.

  “Right.”

  I leaned forward and pulled out my e-cigarette.

  “Mind if I smoke?”

  Ash shook his head.

  Taking a long drag from it, I felt myself falling back into the clutches of my dark past.

  The alarm screaming woke me up with a start. I flew up in my bed. Rubbing the pain in my back, I wondered if I hadn’t fallen out of bed again in the middle of the night.

  Then I remembered.

  She’d come home drunk again as usual around 2:00. I heard an extra set of footsteps with her so I knew she wasn’t alone. Hearing someone with her meant I was supposed to stay in my room until morning. But my throat had been hurting and I needed a glass of water.

  Slowly, I inched my door open. Peering down the hall, I didn’t see anyone. They must’ve already went into her room.

  Slipping down the hall, I threw open the door to the kitchen.

  That’s when I saw them.

  Mom with some fat, sloppy guy with a full beard groping her all over. Her top was off and her breasts exposed. They were soft and saggy hanging almost to her waist. The nipples were all mottled and bumpy. Immediately, I turned away sickened. The old guy had his shirt off too showing his pale flabby stomach.

  I bit my lip and ducked down. I didn’t think they had seen me as they kept grabbing each other and moaning.

  Finally, the old guy yanked her skirt up and pulled out his old, wrinkled….

  Suddenly, I began to retch then I vomited on the tile floor. Some of it splashed up onto my shorts.

  “Ayden! What the fuck are you doing up?” Mom screamed as she pulled up her top. The old guy just stood there naked and stared at me.

  “I wanted some water.” I tried to wipe the vomit from my mouth. Shaking all over, I inched away from her.

  Stumbling towards me, Mom tightened her fist.

  “Ayden, I fucking told you to stay in your room. I meant it. I’m working now.”

  Her eyes were bloodshot. She could barely stand and her nose was dripping with clear mucus.

  “Mom, I---“

  “I’ll take care of this little fucker, Debs.” The old guy pulled up his pants.

  In a flash, he was on me. His hands wrapped around my neck slamming me to the hard, tile floor. My face landed right next to my own vomit. It smelled sour.

  “I’ll tell this little shit some manners!” He yanked off his belt and brought it down with all his might lashing me across the ass.

  Screaming in pain, I tried to wiggle away from him, but he was too strong. He lifted me up with one hand and threw me across the room like a rag doll. I tried to call out to Mom to help me, but he picked me back up and pounded me in the face until my eyes swelled nearly shut.

  “Mom,” I whispered as I fell to the ground. Blood poured from my nose and I feared it was broken. I’d never experienced such pain in my life.

  “It’s your own fault, Ayden. I told you to go to your room!” She screamed smashing her wine glass to the floor.

  I shuffled off down the hall as fast as I could. I was terrified the old guy would have another go at me. Locking my door, I collapsed on my bed. I grabbed an old t shirt and held it to my bleeding face. I discovered propping my head up on pillows would allow me to rest a bit. My eyes were so swollen I could barely see. Tears seeped through my engorged eyelids soaking my cheeks.

  How could she have let him do that to me? She’d always said she loved me. Why?

  Finally, I found myself drifting off to sleep.

  When morning came, I could only move with great difficulty. I considered asking to stay home from school, but if that old guy was still here I didn’t want to be here.

  Slowly, I slid off my bed. My back was stiff as a board. I stumbled down the hall to the bathroom locking myself in.

  Glancing in the mirror, I saw the swelling in my eyes had gone down quite a bit. My eyes were blackened and there was a bluish tint to my nose. I just couldn’t go to school like this!

  Just then, I heard the old man’s voice booming down the hall. There was no way I was staying here!

  I threw open the medicine cabinet and dabbed a bit of Mom’s concealer on my face. After I got done, I thought I’d done a pretty good job. It still looked as if I’d been in a fight, but at least now I didn’t look as if I’d been beaten to a pulp.

  Grabbing my backpack, I ran out of the house and all the way to school.

  Several kids noticed the marks on my face and commented on how I moved so stiffly. Most teased me about losing a fight to Scott Frailey, the biggest bully in the school.

  The day had gone as well as I could have given the circumstances when Ms. Pope pulled me aside as I was getting onto the bus.

  “What’s going on?” I demanded. Ms. Pope was the school counselor.

  “I just have a few questions for you, Ayden.” She smiled at me leading me to her office. I didn’t like it. Something bad was going to happen I could feel it.

  Closing the door, she gestured to me to sit down.

  “I’m going to miss the bus, Ms. Pope.”

  She cleared her throat. She studied my face for a bit.

  “Ayden, how are things at home?”

  I shrugged.

  “Okay, I guess. Why?” I looked at the window. The bus was loaded up and was about to shut its’ doors.

  “Ms. Pope, I’m going to miss the bus! I have to go!” I stood up to leave.

  She walked around to sit beside me.

  “Never mind that, Ayden. I’ll see to it you get a ride. How are things at home?”

  I rolled my eyes.

  “Fine
. Can I go now?”

  She reached up to brush my cheek.

  I winced and leaned away.

  “Ayden, love, what happened to your face? Did you get in a fight?” Her voice was so loving, so kind.

  I shook my head. She knew I was lying.

  “I just fell.” I knew it sounded lame as soon as the words came out. She’d never buy it.

  “Fell? How?”

  “Off my bed. It’s a bunk bed, you know, one of those really tall ones. Anyway, I slept on the top bunk and rolled off in the middle of the night. I’m not used to sleeping up there. Scared the heck out of me, Ms. Pope! I woke up face down on the floor.” My lies came tumbling out of me fast.

  Her eyes never left my face.

  “Ayden, it’s not your fault, honey. Sometimes bad things happen. I want you to know you can tell me anything.”

  Gazing outside, I watched the buses leave one by one. I wasn’t going home. I knew it.

  Suddenly, I was racked with great sobs.

  “She…it wasn’t her fault, Ms. Pope. It was him!”

  “Who? Your father?”

  I shook my head. The waterworks were on full blast now. There was no stopping me.

  “Some lame guy she brought home! She was working. It wasn’t my mom’s fault. She can’t work a regular day job.”

  Ms. Pope just nodded. She handed me a blue tissue.

  “Can I see your injuries, Ayden?”

  I shook my head.

  “No, Ms. Pope, I just want to go home now.” I tried cleaning my face up. The tissue was smeared with the makeup I’d tried to apply.

  Now I must really look a mess. She could surely see my black eyes now.

  “I can have Mr. Baxter come in if you’re not comfortable with me.” Mr. Baxter was the coach. He was pretty cool and laid back.

  I nodded slowly.

  “Ms. Phillips, can you have Coach Baxter come to my office immediately.”

  In minutes, Coach Baxter’s smiling face appeared.

  “Donovan! You again? Thought we got rid of you! It’s almost 3:30!” He shook his head.

  I tried to smile.

  Ms. Pope whispered to Coach Baxter. His smile quickly faded.

 

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