She sputtered the bourbon in her glass from the laughter. “You’re a dork, you know that?”
I shrugged. “At any given time, I could be a lot of things.”
“And what are you right now?” Isadora asked.
“As of this moment?”
She nodded. “Tell me truthfully.”
There was only one word that could summarize me at this very moment in life. “Sad.”
“Like two peas in a pod we are,” she said as she reached for my hand. The warmth of her touch radiated through my skin and dispersed throughout my body.
I looked at her thoughtfully. “Why, Isadora. Are you trying to put the moves on me?”
“Is there anything more comforting than the touch of another person?”
I certainly couldn’t think of anything.
“I’m a dangerous guy to get close to, you know,” I said.
She shot me a look. “You’re worrying about danger? Do you know who I am?”
Another good point.
“So what? We going to get together right now and fall in love?”
Isadora laughed. “No. I’m done falling in love. I love Delilah and no one can ever take that spot from her. What I want is physical comfort.”
“Sex you mean.”
She rose from her seat and walked around the counter, positioning herself behind me. Her soft lips found the back of my neck. I felt my cock go hard instantly.
“Well Lincoln? Don’t you want to know what it’s like to fuck a witch?” she whispered in my ear.
“I do now.”
As she led me back to her bedroom, a single though crossed my mind.
“Won’t the ghost of Delilah be pissed that I’m about to fuck her woman?”
Isadora chuckled as she looked at me salaciously.
“When it comes to sex, there are many sects of voodoo that are tolerant of polygamy. In some cases it’s even encouraged. My branch of voodoo falls under that category.”
Isadora’s voice flowed like water, smooth and gentle. I was enraptured by her. I couldn’t help but wonder if she was using her witchcraft on me at this very moment, perhaps implementing some form of mind control on my head so I’d do her every bidding.
I didn’t mind.
“A religion that condones open and wild sex,” I stated. “I’m down with that.”
Isadora opened the door to her bedroom and then shoved me onto the bed unapologetically.
“Strip off all your clothes while I prepare,” she ordered. Clearly this girl wanted to be the dominant in our upcoming fuck session.
I typically wasn’t used to being the submissive one, but fuck it—I was so turned on right now that Isadora could have ordered me to lather up in nutella and I would have complied.
I clumsily began tearing off my belt and jeans, all the while watching Isadora walk around the room, lighting up an array of candles in each corner.
“There’s more to sex than just the act of fucking,” she said as she gently lifted a flame to one of the candles. “That moment of climax where your body is in a state of complete release is one of the most powerful forms of magic in the world.”
I rubbed my massive erection and smiled. “I guess they missed that part in the Harry Potter books.”
Isadora smiled and brushed her long dark hair back over her ear. She was absolutely ravishing. I couldn’t fuck her fast enough.
“Sex is something that I’m well versed at. Delilah and I have shared many glorious moments together as well as many partners. I hope you don’t disappoint me Lincoln. Tonight, I want my release to be nothing short of satisfying.”
I snickered. Who did this girl think she was talking to? If there’s only one thing in this world I was good at, it’s satisfying a woman.
“Trust me, witch, when it comes to the female orgasm, I am the master.”
She undid the knot behind her tie around neck-dress and allowed it to fall onto the floor, revealing her magnificent breasts. I ached to roll her nipples around in my mouth.
Isadora walked over to me, slowly while swaying her hips. I rubbed my thumb over the top of my engorged head and licked my lips.
I was going to fuck this girl senseless.
Just as I was about to lock my lips onto hers, I felt a sharp, fleshy pain across my chest. I looked down.
The girl had just scratched me with her nails, drawing a small sliver of blood.
“Shit, girl. You’re even crazy in the bedroom.”
Isadora smiled. “Blood is an important part of magic as well. Why do you think virgins are always the ones to be sacrificed? Their hymens are broken, drawing sacred blood.”
Before I could say anything, her mouth enveloped mine and I felt my entire body liquefy to the insatiable heat of her kiss.
I grabbed the back of her head and ran my fingers through her hair. We devoured each other like untamed animals; one hand of Isadora’s fondling my balls while the other pumped my throbbing cock. My hands cupped her round, swollen breasts while our tongues attacked each other like the flames of a wildfire.
My lips explored the length of her neck, down to her collar bone, until finally finding their place on her breasts. My tongue rolled around her hard nipples, alternating between licking and sucking.
She crushed my face hard into her chest while her fingers found my own nipples. She pulled—hard—causing me to unleash a whelp.
“What’s the matter?” she asked. “You don’t like it rough?”
I grinned. “On the contrary,” I said, “I don’t know if you’ll be able to handle me.”
Isadora bit me on the shoulder, causing me to grunt.
“Show me what you got,” she teased.
I grabbed her by the throat with one hand and shoved her against the wall. My other hand lifted her left leg, exposing her sex and giving me full access.
Our mouths locked again—dancing, tasting, consuming.
She gasped as I thrust into her with no warning. Her wetness allowed me to glide in and out with ease. Her clenched muscles wrapped a tight seal around my cock, accentuating the pleasures of every one of my hard thrusts.
Isadora’s moans were a symphony to my ears. Suddenly I felt her body tense up as she unraveled under the strength of my cock. She had reached her climax.
She came for what seemed like minutes, her head buried deep in the crook of my neck, her urgent screams echoing throughout the bedroom. During her orgasm I remained relentless, slipping in and out of her with a furious rhythm.
Eventually, she looked me in the eye, smiled wickedly, and pushed me off of her with her foot.
“Hey, I haven’t come yet,” I pointed out. It must have sounded like a pathetic plea.
“You will,” she said, as she positioned herself by the door frame. She grabbed onto the sides and stretched out her body, opening up easy axis for rear entry.
Before I plunged into her again, I needed to lick her pussy. I wanted to know what her cum tasted like.
I knelt down and spread her legs further apart with my hands. I then buried my face into her rear, my tongue finding the folds of her sex.
Her moans grew louder with each firm stroke of my tongue. When the pad of my thumb found her clit, she practically lost it.
My heavy cock was aching and desperately needed some attention. I returned to my feet, grabbed her by the hips, and plunged into Isadora once more.
“Tonight, there’ll be no limits to your pleasure,” I growled as I buried myself deep into her. My hands grabbed a handful of her perfect ass, feeling the softness of her cheeks.
They could stand to have a little more red color. I spanked her, hard.
Immediately she withdrew from me, hissed, and then knocked me down to the floor. “I hit back,” she said as she spread her legs and squatted over me.
“I like a girl with fight in them,” I stated.
She slid down the full length of my cock, her pussy covering every inch. She balanced herself with her hands against my abs while the strength of
her leg muscles propelled her up and down my shaft.
Fuck, what a glorious sight to behold.
I could come inside of her right then, filling her with my hot pleasure.
I refrained. I wanted to use my entire repertoire on Isadora.
We shifted to multiple positions, some requiring a keen imagination and extreme flexibility on her part. She was up for every challenge I posed to her, her pussy never failing to accept every inch of my engorged cock.
It took all my mental strength to refrain myself from coming—as explosive as it would have been. Isadora, on the other hand, erupted three more times by my count. There was nothing more satisfying to my ears than listening to the multiple orgasms of a good fuck partner.
My body eventually ran out of gas and I collapsed on the bed, drenched in sweat, my erection still at full strength. My endurance, however, was spent. We must have been at it for a solid hour and a half.
“Why Lincoln, you’re giving up already?”
“My cardio hasn’t been trained as well as my dick,” I said in between heavy breaths.
Isadora licked her lips and climbed up over me. “I suppose I shouldn’t leave you hanging, should I?”
“No, you shouldn’t.”
She positioned herself over me in a sixty-nine position, giving me a stunning view of her glistening mound.
Isadora’s mouth formed a tight seal over my cock, her tongue swirling around the head of the shaft. She pushed her throat down the whole length of my erection, her lips touching the base of my balls.
Holy shit, this girl was incredible.
The wet sounds of her throat, swallowing my cock whole, in combination with her pussy and ass, thrusting in my face, was more than I could handle.
I exploded in her mouth, shooting wave after wave of hot cum down her throat.
In the end, she swallowed it all, every last drop.
A few minutes later, we were both underneath the covers, her head resting against my shoulder.
We were both quiet, the only audible sounds in the room being our breathing.
Finally, I decided to speak.
“So…”
“You’re not going to say something awkward, are you?” Isadora asked.
I shook my head. “No, of course not.”
“Good,” she replied. “What we did was straight up fucking—nothing more nothing less.”
I nodded in agreement. “I just wanted to make sure you didn’t do something stupid like fall in love me with.”
Isadora chuckled. “Someone thinks highly of themselves.” She lifted her head off my shoulders.
“I’m just saying, after giving you the best sex of your life.”
Now Isadora was laughing.
“Now you’re delusional. No one can ever top the experiences I’ve had with Delilah. It’s impossible.”
I raised a brow. “Oh?”
“When we had sex, we’re completely absorbed by one another. It’s as if we merged into one single entity—bound by the magic of our love. Our sessions often lasted from sunset to sunrise, hours upon hours of bliss and unspeakable pleasures.”
I rubbed the back of my neck. “I figure I have to be within top five of dance partners though, right?”
She shook her head. “Not even.”
What? Was she for real? I personally felt I had just put on the performance of a lifetime. My confidence was taking a serious blow.
“Cheer up princess, it was still enjoyable,” Isadora said. “I came, you came. It was fun for all.”
“What would have made it better?” I was curious to know.
She smiled and traced her fingers at the scratch marks on my chest. “Oh, a little more blood here and there doesn’t hurt. Of course, I’m afraid that’d be a little too much for you to handle.”
“Blood,” I whispered aloud.
I’ve seen more than enough blood to last a lifetime.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Aria
It was Shadow’s kiss that woke me from my dreams—a thick fog of surrealism that disappeared the second I awoke.
“You fell asleep reading,” he said.
I lifted the book of my chest and placed it on my lap.
“I wasn’t drooling, was I? I felt like I was.”
Shadow laughed. “No, you weren’t drooling,” he reassured me. “If you were, I wouldn’t have kissed you.”
“Glad to see your affections towards me are unconditional,” I teased.
He pointed to his copy of ‘Alice in Wonderland,’ resting on my lap. “Find anything?”
I shook my head. “I took a big chunk out of it,” I said as I flipped through the pages. “I even made a couple of post it notes regarding certain passages but I really feel like I’m reaching here. I doubt that I’ll be able to find anything.”
“You’re doing your best. That’s all I can ask,” he replied. “We’re moving out tomorrow and abandoning this place. It’s only a matter of time before Yuen Xi sends another death squad here to search for Lincoln. You should get your things ready.”
“I don’t have much to pack,” I replied, “Should take all of five minutes.”
“You’re a woman. You’ll have a ton of things to pack.”
“I’m a woman on the run. Having my life threatened constantly doesn’t allow me much time to build up my personal inventory.”
He frowned. “I’m sorry.”
“Why are you sorry? You’re not the one I’m running from.”
“Because I dragged you into all of this,” Shadow replied. “If I hadn’t chosen you that night on my birthday, you’d have your life back.”
I took his strong hands in mine and peered into his dark, brooding eyes.
“It was fate that you chose me.”
“Actually, it was Calisto,” he pointed out.
“Fuck her. I’m rewriting our story the way I see it. No whores allowed in this version.”
He smiled. “Okay.”
I cleared my throat. “As I was saying, it was fate that you chose me. Do I have my regrets? Sure. But none of them involve you. I love you. If this is the life I need to live to be with you, then bring it on. My old one was getting boring, anyway.”
Shadow leaned down and kissed me again, crushing his mouth against mine.
His kiss always had a way of lifting my spirits as well as igniting the heat in between my legs. God, what I wouldn’t have done to have his hard, throbbing cock fill me while his fingers pinched my nipples and his mouth intertwined with my own.
Eventually, we pulled apart and I found myself wanting more—needing more.
“I don’t want to leave you hanging but I still have a ton to do on my end before we leave,” he stated. I could hear the sounds of regret in his voice. He was down to fuck.
I certainly was.
“What’s the female version of cock tease?” I asked.
“Pussy provoker?” he suggested.
I smiled. “Good enough. You, Shadow, are a pussy provoker.”
He laughed as he made his way back into the mansion. “I’ll hit that soon enough, don’t you worry.”
I picked up the book and flipped it to the page where I had left off. “You better,” I hollered out to Shadow just before throwing my attention back into Alice and her tripped out adventure.
I was determined to solve this mystery. Shadow needed my help and I had no intentions of failing him.
Secretly, I also wanted to figure out what was messing up Shadow’s head before Lincoln did. It was an attempt to prove to everyone here that I could carry my weight when it came to intellectual prowess.
A few minutes later the words on the page began to blur and I realized I was falling asleep again.
I certainly could use a quick pick me up. I rose from the lounge chair and decided to head inside and make myself some coffee.
For the first time since coming to Shadow’s mansion, the kitchen was empty. Usually I’d find someone here cooking a meal or fixing a snack, or just hanging
out.
Our numbers had declined. I thought of Reiko and Cairo and felt my stomach spin into knots.
Just when we got Lincoln back, we lost two more of our own. Our group—the Midnight Society—would never be whole.
I only hoped that Shadow had a plan for saving them as well, though at what cost?
I put on a pot of coffee and took a seat at the island kitchen table, turning my attention back to the book.
“How’s the reading coming along?”
I looked up to see Beau, stretching.
I shrugged. “Not a bad book.”
Beau grinned. “On the contrary, Alice in Wonderland—in my opinion—is a fantastic book. The imagination Lewis Caroll had; hell you’d be convinced he was on acid trip the entire time he wrote the story.
“You all packed up and ready to go?” I asked. “We’re moving out first thing tomorrow.”
“Just missing one or two things,” he replied. “Otherwise my car is all ready to go.” Beau’s eyes found the pot of coffee brewing. “Darling, you practically read my mind. You mind if I have a cup?”
“Go ahead, I made plenty of it,” I replied.
Beau opened up the cupboards and pulled out two mugs. He poured the rich brown liquid into both, and then walked towards the refrigerator.
“Milk or sugar?” he asked.
“Neither. I take it as black as they come.”
“That’s what she said,” Beau smirked.
I wasn’t impressed. “Seriously?”
“Don’t worry there, sweetheart. Just keep your nose in the book and ignore ol’ Beau, like you always do.”
“Sounds like a great plan.”
I managed to fit in a couple of more paragraphs, just as Beau placed a steaming cup of java in front of me.
“So, I have to ask, out of all the books you could have chosen, why this particular one?”
I shrugged. “Why not? You said it yourself, it’s a classic.”
“Oh, I dunno. You don’t seem like the classic literature type of person,” he commented while he took a deep drink from his mug. “I see you more as a lady who enjoys her slut books.”
“Well yes, there’s that too,” I said. “But I have a pretty diverse reading list. And I’m finding Alice quite enjoyable, thank you very much. That is as soon as you leave me alone to finish this book.” I drank from the cup and let the warmth of the coffee flow down my dry throat.
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