At the center of the gardens stood a naked woman, the glow of the torches around us illuminating the fullness of her breasts. Her face was hidden behind a smooth rose-colored mask which covered her entire face.
The mask of Aphrodite; it was a beautiful and exotic relic that the Tremaine family owned in their private collection. Tales said that she who wore the mask would be possessed by the spirit of Aphrodite herself, granting her the power to seduce any man who crossed her path.
It was working.
I felt the strength of my erection push against the fabric of my pants as I eyed her with an insatiable hunger.
Behind her a cabana was set up, adorned with velvet pillows and laced with exotic flowers which emitted a powerful aroma.
“I will submit to your every desire,” she whispered, “as long as you prove your worth to me.”
I walked over to the mysterious woman and caressed her silky hair, which seemed to be constantly changing. One moment her hair was blonde and with the blink of an eye it was black and then fiery red.
Somehow this didn’t seem all that strange to me.
Who was this woman? Was it Aria?
My fingertips touched the edge of the mask and just as I was about to pull it off the woman, she took a step back and shook her head.
“No,” she whispered.
“I want to see the face of the woman I’m going to fuck,” I growled.
“I’m no one,” she whispered. “Yet I’m everyone. I’m a woman who knows everything about you, your dark secrets and your hidden desires. I’m a woman who longs to make your body ache with filthy, carnal pleasure. But I’ll always be a mystery to you, Shadow. A forbidden pleasure shared with no one but you. The question I have for you is have you earned your right to fuck me?”
She was speaking in riddles.
I was about to reply but instead found her mouth crushed against mine, the warmth of her tongue exploring my own.
God, her kiss was like nothing I had ever felt before. She triggered tiny explosions throughout my body. My hands went immediately for her ass as I cupped their perfect form in between my hands and squeezed.
Her scent was intoxicating and there was familiarity to it, a kind of nostalgic scent which opened up a door in my mind, flooding it with the pleasant memories of the hot sun, blue skies, and the sounds of the ocean.
The taste of her mouth was laced with sweetness which I devoured. I pressed my mouth harder against hers, determined to consume all of her.
Her moans were warm and filled with the promise of seduction.
I couldn’t control myself anymore. I needed to fuck her.
Finally, I managed to pull my mouth apart from the kiss, though the warmth of her tongue drew me back like gravity.
Meanwhile, the eyes of all in the garden were cast upon us, adding to the allure of this fantasy.
“The bed,” I ordered, “Now.”
She shook her head. “You haven’t earned it.”
This mysterious woman was denying me again. Fuck that shit. It was my fantasy and at this moment, she was mine.
I picked her up and draped her over my shoulders, fireman carry. She resisted at first, slapping me in the face—though her strikes were playful rather than resentful.
I threw here down on the bed, hard. There was nothing gentle with the way I did it.
“You like it when I resist?” she asked.
I didn’t reply. Her voice had some familiarity to it.
“Who are you?” I asked again.
“I’m your regret,” she replied.
Leah.
Though I loved Aria with all my heart, there was still that underlying desire to settle unfinished business between Leah and I—the need to regain control of her.
We all have those fantasies of stepping outside our routine and feeling the warm flesh of another. Outside this dream, it would forever be a fantasy as my devotion to Aria was absolute. But in here, in this place I had no inhibitions.
She laughed playfully and then peeled away her mask, revealing herself to be Leah. Her dark shade of eye shadow and cherry red lips made her all the more alluring.
“Is this what you want?” she asked.
“Yes,” I growled as I felt her hands reach for the clasps of my belt. She pulled down my pants, freeing my erection. Her fingertips danced on the tip of my cock lightly, sending tiny electric pulses through it.
“You want to fuck me?” she asked.
“I want to dominate you.”
“Not yet.”
That was it. Using my strength, I overpowered her resistance and flipped her over, displaying her to all who were watching—a sea of white masks. Tied to the posts of the canopy bed were purple silk ribbons, which I grabbed to bind her.
Naturally Leah resisted, but was once again overwhelmed by my power. I wrapped a silk ribbon around her left wrist and tied it tight.
“Is this how you treat women?” she mused.
“Just disobedient whores like you,” I said while focusing on binding her right arm.
She thrashed at me while I did so. “I’m no whore,” she hissed.
“Are you sure about that?” I asked.
Leah was now fully bound, her arms spread apart. She pulled on the ribbons, struggling to free herself but her bindings were strong. There was nowhere for her to move. I cupped one of her breasts and whispered into her ear.
“They all want to see me fuck you. Beg for it,” I demanded.
“You don’t deserve my pussy,” she replied. “I was always too good for you, Shadow.”
I positioned myself behind her, and then forced her into a kneeling position by pushing one hand firmly on her back and lifting her ass with the other. She struggled to resist but I was too strong for her.
Leah grunted.
“You miss all of this, don’t you?”
I didn’t bother answering her.
Instead I focused on her curves and her delicate sex between her legs. Despite her resistance, in the end it was the wetness of her pussy that told me what she really wanted: to be ravished.
Using my index and middle finger, I traced circles around the outer fold of her lips while my thumb lightly brushed against her clit.
Leah shuddered.
I pushed my fingers through her wet folds and pushed upwards against her pubic bone, determined to find her g-spot.
From the way she arched her back, I could tell that her body was riddled with pleasure. She chose to remain silent, however, as she bit the bottom of her lip.
With my free hand, I grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her head back. I leaned in and allowed the warmth of my breath to brush against her ear while my other hand still explored the tightness of her wet sex.
“Submit to me, Leah,” I whispered. “I’m going to make you come until you can’t breathe.”
She gasped as I released her hair and grabbed one of her breasts. My fingers danced downwards to her pink, hard nipples. I pulled on one firmly.
This time she let out a needful moan.
“You’re my slave tonight,” I ordered. “You’ll have to follow all my rules.”
She trembled as I continued pumping her with my fingers while taking pleasure in the sounds of my wet palm slapping against her firm ass.
“Now submit.”
Finally she nodded. “Yes, I submit. Now please, fuck me.”
I ignored her request and continued to pleasure her with my fingers, her wetness trickling down to the top of my palm. Her clit was swelling underneath the caress of my thumb. I felt her muscles clench around my fingers, signaling the start of an orgasm.
No, I wouldn’t allow her the satisfaction—at least not yet. I withdrew from her and then positioned myself in front of her.
“Please,” she practically begged. “I was about to come.”
“You’re not allowed yet, slave,” I stated as I stroke the full length of my cock. “You’re not allowed to come unless I say you can. Now, take me in your mouth.”
; Leah obeyed.
Her soft lips glided across the length of my shaft, her tongue tasting every inch of me. I closed my eyes, tilted my head back, and allowed myself to feel every warm sensation of her mouth.
While sucking me off, she moaned as if she were coming, fuelling my desires even more.
I grabbed the back of her head and forced myself in a little further. She didn’t resist, the back of her throat accepting every single inch of me.
Behind me, I could hear the gasps and heavy breathing of our audience. They too were transfixed on the raw display of our carnal acts.
My pleasure reached a new level of intensity and it was then I decided to pull out. Though I reveled in the thought of coming in her mouth, I wanted something else.
I wanted to enthrall her with my flesh and spill my cum all inside her pussy. That was the ultimate satisfaction.
“Now you’re deserving of my cock,” I stated. “Now you’ll accept all of it.”
“Fuck me, Shadow. Please, just fuck me. That’s all I want.”
“Are you a whore?” I asked as I focused on her sex again.
She was perfectly positioned for me to ravage her from behind.
She trembled as I brushed my engorged head along the folds of her pussy. I teased her by plunging myself in her only half an inch, before withdrawing again.
“Get inside me, please,” she begged.
“I’ll ask you again. Are you a whore?”
She nodded. “I’m a whore, Shadow. I’m a filthy whore.”
Those were the magic words.
I pushed my entire length into her, until the top of my head could go no further. She unleashed a loud gasp, which quickly bloomed into feverish moans.
The tightness of her pussy overwhelmed me as I continued fucking her like a man possessed. My hands gripped her hips tightly as I repeatedly pummeled her.
Finally, Leah began screaming. “I’m coming, Shadow. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.”
She was gasping for air. I promised her I’d fuck her until she couldn’t breathe. It was a promise I intended to keep.
I felt my own pleasure surmounting with each additional stroke. And then, the muscles in my ass clenched as my body was seized by the orgasm. I erupted inside her, wave after wave of gratification intermixed with the hot cum that completely filled her pussy.
When I was done, I collapsed on top of her back, and rested for a moment. We were both out of breath. Our skins were sticky with sweat.
“Was that all you desired?” she said in between breaths.
“That and more, slave.”
I looked out to the crowd of people who had watched us in this glorious fuck session. They were now dispersing, leaving me only with this woman who was an enigma.
A mystery.
“It’s time for you to go,” she whispered.
“You want me gone?” I asked, surprised.
She shook her head. “You need to save us. Now go.”
In a quiet suburban neighborhood sat a single house. There was nothing special about it in particular: two-door garage, minivan on the driveway, seasonal flowers arranged in a quaint little garden against the backdrop of a two-story red-brick home.
It wasn’t a house in which a member of the Midnight Society would live in seeing as how we sought after the largest and most extravagant properties on the market.
But as I stood at the foot of the lot, I couldn’t help but feel like this was home for me. I walked up the path of interlocked bricks until I reached the cherry-red door of the home.
I was about to push it open, but paused.
A sudden feeling of apprehension enveloped me, seeping into every pore of my body.
I realized I was afraid. There was something inside this house that terrified me. What was it?
I considered turning back and leaving this part of my dream altogether. Just as I was about to do so, the door opened and there stood Calisto.
She looked significantly different. She looked domesticated.
“Shadow,” she greeted me.
This was what I was afraid of? My suburbanized sister?
It certainly was strange seeing her like this—hair tied up in a bun, no make-up on, wearing yoga pants and a thick sweater.
“What happened to you?” I asked.
“What do you mean?”
“You look…pedestrian.”
She laughed. “You mean I look like a mother?”
Was that the word I was looking for?
Calisto and motherhood belonged together like cyanide and Kool Aid. The outcome would be horrendous.
“You going to come in, or what?” she asked.
I entered into the home, closing the front entrance door behind me.
I heard the trampling of feet against the bamboo hardwood floors and I was suddenly greeted by a pair of tiny arms wrapped around my left knee.
“Uncle Shadow!” the little angel exclaimed with glee.
Uncle Shadow? It took me a moment to process what I just heard.
This was my niece? This was Calisto’s kid?
I marveled at the tiny round face staring at me with big beautiful brown eyes, eyes which Calisto shared.
She smiled at me with all the innocence in the world. I couldn’t help but smile back at her.
“Hi sweetheart,” I whispered.
“I missed you!” she said playfully. “Want to play Barbies?”
“Playing with toys? The idea seemed foreign to me. As a child, I never had the opportunity to play. Plastic figures and bouncing balls were replaced with economic books and business papers.
It was a terrible childhood.
“Of course sweetheart,” I replied, “As long as you like.”
“Not too long,” Calisto said with a stern voice. “You still have a room to tidy and a bath to take.”
I looked at Calisto with a dumbfounded look on my face. “How did she happen?” I asked, gesturing towards the delicate girl laughing at the base of my feet.
“Really, Shadow? Do we need the discussion about how babies are made?”
“Stork!” the little one announced proudly. “That’s what daddy told me.”
“Who’s daddy?” I asked.
And that was when the door opened.
In walked Lincoln. He was wearing a wool jacket and blue jeans, nothing fancy like he’d usually wear. He too looked domesticated.
A black laptop backpack dangled from one of his shoulders.
“Daddy!” she cried as she screamed with excitement and lunged at her dad.
He scooped her up and planted a warm kiss on her rosy little cheeks. “Princess!”
“Daddy, I’ve got something amazing to show you,” she announced.
“In a bit,” Lincoln replied. “Uncle Shadow is here. It’d be rude to ignore him.”
“Uncle Shadow can come too.”
Lincoln turned to me and nodded. “Good to see you bud. What brings you to our neck of the woods?”
Everything about this situation was abnormal, yet it simultaneously felt right.
Everything seemed like it was in its place.
He must have sensed my confusion in the brief moment of silence. “Shit, here I am questioning when my best friend comes to visit,” Lincoln smiled as he removed his wool jacket and hung it up on the hook. “Stay for dinner. Let’s catch up.”
Calisto nodded. “I made plenty for everyone. What do you say, bro, stay for dinner?”
“Do I have a choice in the matter?” I asked.
“None whatsoever,” Calisto replied. “Now you boys go while I finish up. The main course will be one you boys will never forget.”
“Now can I show you two something great?” the little girl asked.
“What’s your name, sweetheart?” I inquired.
She giggled. “Uncle Shadow, you’re silly. You know what my name is.”
“Remind me, princess. Uncle Shadow’s brain these days has a mind of its own.”
“It’s Aria!”
I looked
at Lincoln, stunned.
Aria.
I was at a loss for words. Of all the names they could have chosen, why Aria? Why would Lincoln choose the name of the woman I loved, especially after he betrayed me in New Orleans with her?
This logic equated to naming your daughter after an ex-girlfriend. It was something you just didn’t do.
“What are you going to show us, Aria?” Lincoln asked.
She pointed outside to the backyard. “It’s out there. Will you both come?”
“Of course we will. Right, Shadow?”
“Yes, of course,” I replied.
There was coldness to the autumn air and I realized I wasn’t dressed properly for the weather in my dream. I shivered and found myself folding my arms across my chest in an attempt to stay warm.
Lincoln and little Aria, on the other hand, didn’t seem to notice.
“I found something here,” she said as she tugged my hand, leading me to this secret treasure of hers.
Tombstones.
Little Aria had found tombstones in her backyard. I read the names etched on each stone slab aloud.
“Reiko Takeshi, Leah Gamble, Cairo West, Beau Huff, Braydon Huff, Isadora Lalonde.” It was the last tombstone that jarred me as I read it. “Aria Valencia.”
“Daddy, am I dead?” Aria asked. “My name’s on the tombstone.”
“No sweetie, of course you’re not. You’re a different Aria. You’re my Aria.”
I turned to Lincoln. “How did they die?” I asked.
He shrugged. “Damned if I know. Not sure why you’re surprised by this though. We all know that this is the final destination for anyone who decides to ride with you. Heck, I’m living on borrowed time myself.”
“You’re going to die, daddy?” Aria asked.
“Yes sweetheart. Soon too, probably,” Lincoln replied.
“I don’t want you to die.”
“I’m sorry, Aria, but that’s just the way things have to be. When Uncle Shadow is around, all the people close to him always end up dead.”
Little Aria looked at me with anger on her once playful face. She began punching me in the kneecaps.
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