The Good Sister: Part One

by London Saint James

  “Yes, Reid,” I said, still backing away, still baiting him. “I know what you desire.”

  “How many?” Reid said. “How many men did it take to prepare yourself to be fucked by me?”

  “It does not matter,” I said, feeling the bed brush the back of my thighs.

  Reid’s silver eyes flamed. “Archer?”

  “It does not matter,” I replied again, scooting back on the bed.

  Reid walked forward, ripped his coat off, and threw it behind him.

  “How many men? Five? Ten? Twenty?”

  “It does not matter, Reid.”

  Reid tugged the shirt from over his head, throwing it to the floor. His muscles flexed. Ripples of anger rolled over his body. His breathing increased, his nostrils flared, his brow creased. He look vicious, wild … he’s going to rip me apart. I was playing a dangerous game, but I had to see it through. He would either fuck me, and in this state more than likely hurt me, find a way to let his demons go and make love to me or walk away again, but no matter which way he decided I needed to know. There would be no more what ifs.

  “How many?” Reid said again. He moved forward, lashing his belt from the loops of his jeans, and kicking off his biker boots.

  I taunted him with my body. He wrapped the black leather of his belt in one loop around his left hand then one loop around his right hand. He pulled. The sound of leather snapping filled the space.

  SNAP… SNAP… but instead of fear, I smiled. Perhaps I had gone mad years ago, lost any sense of self preservation, and was indeed giving myself to the devil. But I did not care. This was Reid, my hunger, my need, the man I had longed for with burning desire for two years. The man denied me, and that denial ate at me, feed my need like an addiction. My dirty little secret. The man I watched. The man I fantasized about. I closed my eyes for a moment.

  I writhed upon the bed, arching my back, throwing my breasts out, offering what he refused to take.

  SNAP!

  “Is that what you want, Reid? You want to whip me, tie me up?” I asked, flipping over onto my stomach, arching my back, presenting my bare ass for his pleasure.

  Reid shackled my ankles in two loops with his belt, pulling my body by the leather that bound me.

  “How many, Trinity?”

  “It does not matter.”

  He jerked and in one powerful pull I was his. My breath hitched. Reid placed one knee onto the bed, causing it to dip.

  “How many?”

  “It does not matter,” I said again. “Take me. It’s what you want to do, Reid.”

  Reid placed one large hand across my ass. He ran his fingers up the slit of me, finding my pucker, pressing his thumb against the opening. I moaned then clenched with the pressure.

  “Is this what you want, Trinity?” Reid growled. He pressed a little harder.

  “Yes,” I lied, grinding my teeth.

  “Do you like being fucked in the ass?” he asked in a low husky voice.

  My voice wavered. “Yes.”

  He pressed his thumb a little harder. I bucked. Reid flipped me over onto my back. He released the belt from my ankles. Once my ankles were unbound I spread my legs.

  “Holy fuck,” he muttered. He stared at my pussy.

  “Fuck me,” I said, sliding my hands up over my breasts.

  “No,” he grunted.

  “Fuck me, Reid.” I placed my hands up over my head, crossing my wrists, stretching my body out before him in supplication.

  Reid balled up his fist, shaking… He dove for my pussy, placed his mouth to me, sucking my clit as if he would die without the taste of me. He secured me to his mouth, grabbing my hips. His fingers drilled into the flesh of my hips with a dark possession. Reid lapped at my clit, sucked, bit, tapped…

  I felt my body shake, coming to the top. It was fast, it was hard, but I came with a vengeance. I screamed out his name, but Reid did not stop.

  “Reid, please,” I moaned.

  “No!”

  Reid licked, lapped, twirled his tongue around my pulsing clit then lapped at my opening, tasting my juices.

  “Fuck, Trinity, you taste so good,” he murmured, taking me again and again with his mouth. “I’m going to eat this little pussy, make it mine.” He licked, and with the swipe of his tongue I came again, hard.

  Reid grabbed the entirety of my womanhood within his hand. He inched up my body, licking my stomach, my breasts, my throat then looked deeply into my eyes.

  “Trinity,” he said in a low voice. He stared into my eyes, applying pressure upon my clit with the heel of his hand. “I want to watch you come.”

  Reid moved his fingers to my clit and twirled it, tapped it, pulled it then rubbed, applying pressure, and more pressure.

  “Oh GOD!” I yelled, coming for the third time.

  My body whiplashed into his body. Reid didn’t stop.

  “Fuck me, Reid,” I said, pressing my pussy into his hand. “Put your cock in me.”

  “No,” he said.

  Reid placed his mouth back upon my buzzing clit. He was eating my pussy like he was a death row inmate and I was his last meal.

  “Reid,” I moaned, “please…”

  “No,” he said again lapping, sucking, making me climax again.

  “Ahh…” I moaned, wrenching up, pulling at his hair.

  Reid slapped my clit with one hard stinging blow of his hand. But it did not hurt; it was darkly pleasurable. He slapped my wet pussy, cupping it then flicked my clit with his finger, making me explode.

  “No more,” I said breathless, “I can’t.”

  “You can,” he growled into my pussy, taking me again and again with his teeth and tongue. “You will come every time I demand it. Until I say no more.”

  With one hand Reid pressed against the top of my pubic bone, holding me in place. He’d secured his wanting. His other hand grabbed his throbbing cock. He stroked himself with hard precision while he laved my clit over and over.

  “Stop,” I begged.

  “No! I have not given you permission to stop.”

  “Ahh…” I wrenched upward, unable to fully move.

  Reid pressed me down as I climaxed almost painfully.

  Tears flowed down my cheeks. My body spent. Reid flooded his hand with his hot juices. He released his cock, pulled back, wrenched me up, and held me in his arms. His cum trickled down my arm.

  “You were lying to me, Trinity. You are still a virgin,” he whispered in my ear. “Don’t you understand I can never be what you need, what you deserve? I cannot be the man you deserve. I want to be that man. I want to be better than I am, but the truth is I’m not, and you cannot allow yourself to become what I never wanted for you, used up and tainted. You deserve a man who can love you entirely, someone who will be faithful to you. You need a man who will give you his heart, and who will cherish your body. Don’t settle for me, baby bird. I will only break your heart.”

  If I were honest, I felt something for Ashton. Even now, completely sated, I thought of Ashton. Maybe I should take Reid’s advice, let him go…

  “How did you know I was lying about the men?”

  Reid placed his thumb to the side of my eye. “Your eyes never lie, Trinity.”

  “And if I hadn’t been lying, what then? What would you have done if I was not a virgin?”

  “Trinity, you always push my buttons. You always have, from day one. You make it hard, especially when you offer yourself up to me. I want to take you. I want to do very bad, painful, nasty things to you.” He shook his head. “But I also want to protect you, take care of you… AHH! You drive me crazy,” he said, tapping his head upon the mattress.

  “You avoided the question, Reid.”

  “I still would not have fucked you,” he said in a rush, “but I might have killed the men who had touched you.”

  “You know I cannot stay a virgin forever, Reid.”

  “I know, baby…”

  “Do not say it. Do not call me baby bird anymore.”

  Rei
d chuckled. He covered my naked body with a sheet.

  “I don’t expect you to stay a virgin forever. I just expect you to make better choices, and not give yourself away to any asshole like me. You are an extraordinary woman, Trinity Winslow.”

  “And if I give myself away, what then?”

  Reid closed his eyes. “I don’t know.”

  “Will you be jealous, envious, hate me, hate him, what?”

  “Yes, I will be jealous, envious, and probably hate you and him. Does that make you feel better?”

  “No,” I whispered. “You won’t take me, love me, fuck me, but you don’t want anyone else to have me or love me, even though you say you do. Where does that leave me, Reid?”

  “I don’t know, Trinity. I’m fucked up. Don’t you see that?”

  “Who is normal, Reid?”

  Reid chuckled. “Didn’t I tell you that once?”

  I smiled in response.

  “How many, Reid?”

  “What?”

  “How many women have you…” I paused reconsidering my wording. “I was going to say slept with, but that’s not right, is it?”

  He gave a wicked little laugh. “No, there is never any sleeping,” he assured.

  “How many women, Reid?”

  “Trinity, I don’t want to talk about this.”

  “We are still friends, and it is still unconditional. How many?”

  “There are some things friends shouldn’t talk about.”

  “Reid, tell me.”

  Reid turned from my gaze.

  “I lost track after…” he hesitated, “one hundred and four.”

  “And never have you felt anything for them? Not even one of them, not even my sister?” I asked, but inside that number rattled through my head. One hundred and four.

  “No. Just you, Trinity,” he said.

  “But you have never actually been with me.”

  “I have been with you,” he said, “but in a much different way.”

  “Yeah, you like making me come by going down on me.”

  “I have to admit I do like that,” he agreed, “but I mean here.” He placed my small hand to his heart. I closed my eyes and felt the beating of it.

  “But it’s not enough,” I said.

  “Maybe,” Reid replied.

  “What are we going to do now?”

  “I don’t know.” He sighed. “But I want to hear everything, including what happened to your glasses.”

  So after a deep breath I told him everything: How I’d suspected he was here at this chateau, how I had eye surgery, how I spent weeks working on leaving the grounds, how I plotted to get to France, how I took a flight, met up with Jacqueline by a fluke and how I met up with him again that night at the party when I was dressed in white.

  “The ghost come to life,” I said.

  “And Archer?” Reid asked.

  “He has asked me to go with him to a charity ball in England. He’s coming to escort me at the end of the month.”

  “So you are going with him?”

  I touched Reid’s frowning brow with a fingertip. “Yes, Reid.”

  “Trinity, if I leave, go back home, will you come with me, not stay here?”

  “No,” I said.

  “What are you going to tell your mother? You can’t stay here forever.”

  “I don’t know,” I admitted.

  “You aren’t intending to stay here with Jacqueline, are you?”

  “Not in the way you believe. I never intended to partake in the business, Reid, I only wanted to find you, make you want me.”

  He took a breath.

  “I have always wanted you, Trinity.” He paused, scrubbing the nape of his neck with his fingers. “I still cannot believe you did this.”

  “Sometimes I can’t believe I did this either, but I’m not ready to go home. I’m not ready to give up on you,” I admitted.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Regardless of how I feel or what I want, you need to find some sort of balance for your sinner and your saint. You can’t go through life without loving or being loved in return, Reid. At some point, what you are doing is going to make you feel empty inside.”

  “And what if I can’t find that balance?”

  “But what if you can?”

  Reid kissed me long and hard. He tugged my head forward, securing me with his hand, and plunged into my mouth, almost punishing.

  “Fuck,” he muttered, pulling back from my lips. “I’m sorry.”

  “Reid?”

  “What?”

  “Why? Can you tell me why?”

  “I’m not sure why. Sometimes I want to hurt them. Other times I want to hurt myself, but I never feel what should be felt. I don’t feel closeness, nor love or tenderness, only the need to take, control, inflict my will. It’s like a drug. I can’t get enough. The rush I feel when tying a woman up, when taking them in brutal ways is like an endorphin rush or like I have one long prolonged orgasm. I don’t understand it totally, and I don’t know why, Trinity.”

  “And it has always been this way?”

  “Yes, but the more I feed my need, the more I need to feed, like an addict.”

  “And the first time you had sex, was it that way?”

  Reid was quiet for a moment, his hand roaming over my hip. “You don’t want to hear this, Trinity.”

  “Yes, tell me.”

  “I can’t tell you.”

  “Why not?”

  “You don’t need to hear it,” he said.

  “Okay, Reid. I won’t push.”

  “Thank you.” He sat up from the bed. “Put something on, and walk with me downstairs. It’s hard for me to be here with you, knowing you are naked under that sheet,” he admitted, “and if John Paul hasn’t left me here, he soon will.”

  I flipped back the sheet, stood up, and walked over to my armoire without covering my body. I grabbed some jogging pants along with a baby blue T-shirt, and slipped them on. I turned to find him staring. I smiled.

  “You truly are beautiful, Trinity,” he said, buttoning up his jeans.

  “As are you, Reid.”

  He chuckled wickedly. “Are demons beautiful?”

  “They were once angels,” I replied. “Why do you think you are a demon?”

  “Do you want to hear the truth?”

  “Yes.”

  “Because I want tear those jogging pants from your body, bend you over that table,” he motioned with his chin, “and fuck you. It’s not love. It’s not making love. I want to fuck your sweet pussy long and hard. I want to feel your pussy swell around me as I pound into you. I want to fuck you until you scream and come around my cock.” I watched the harshness of his face as he said this. “And that tight untouched ass of yours,” Reid continued in a deep tone, “I want to fuck it, too.” Reid kept his flaming gaze upon my face. “These are the things I think of, Trinity.” He stopped for a moment.

  “Reid—”

  “I don’t think of softness, tender kisses, whisper soft caresses or murmurs of loving words in the dark. I think of other things.”

  I glanced down. His cock was pressing hard against his jeans. “Yet you don’t do it, not to me.”

  “Trinity, you don’t understand how I could hurt you. You don’t understand the things I have done,” he said, tugging me to the mirror. “Look at yourself,” he demanded, standing behind me. “Look how small your body is compared to mine. I could hurt you so easily. Your first time should be slow and loving, not pounding and harsh.” Reid stared into the reflection of my face, my eyes. “Trinity,” he said, “you should be loved, not bound and fucked.”

  I touched his face, but never said a word.

  “Come on,” he said, taking my hand and heading for the door.

  We walked hand in hand into the parlor. Everyone had assembled as though they were having a strategic meeting of the minds. Immediately everyone looked at me then to Reid.

  “John Paul, are you ready to go?” Reid asked.

>   “Oui,” he said.

  “My petit, you are alright?” Jacqueline asked.

  “I’m fine, Jacqueline.”

  Reid leaned over and kissed my cheek. “I’ll speak with you soon,” he assured before letting go of my hand.

  “Sure,” I said.

  “It is good to finally know the name to the face,” John Paul said to me. “I am sure we will meet again.”

  “Jacqueline,” Reid called out before leaving. “Trinity is a very important person in my life.” Jacqueline nodded in response. “As such I am entrusting her safety to you while under your roof.”

  “Of course, Reid.”

  “And I am also expecting her not to be offered up to the highest bidder.”

  “Trinity,” Jacqueline said, looking at me instead of Reid. “Is it your wish to be offered up to any of our gentleman suitors?”

  “No,” I said.

  Jacqueline smiled smugly as she glanced over to Reid. “You have your answer, Reid.”

  “Good,” he said.

  “Come, Reid,” John Paul said, giving Reid a swat to his shoulder, “I am expecting guests, and I do not wish to be late.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  “Trinity, you must tell us what happened with Reid,” Ceclie said, obviously beating out the others with the need for explanations.

  “We cannot wait to hear,” Desiree and Domonique said in unison.

  Ambre asked, “Are you still intact?”

  I walked over to take a seat by the fire. Jacqueline closed the parlor room doors before she glided effortlessly across the floor. I imagined if I were able to watch Jacqueline for another fifty years, I would never get over how graceful Jacqueline was when she moved. It was like a breeze or a whisper in the wind.

  “I pushed him,” I said. “I baited him, taunted him, exposed my naked body, and offered myself to him. But he still wouldn’t take me.”

  “You could have been hurt, raped…” Jacqueline alleged.

  “It was a possibility,” I admitted. “At one point I really feared he was going to hurt me, but he didn’t hurt me, he couldn’t. He thinks of himself as a monster, a demon without the ability to stop his dark hunger to control, possess, and dominate. He won’t tell me where this need comes from, and he looks at it as a dark addiction. He told me he can never love me like I should be loved. And in so many words, he could never be faithful. Reid said, ‘he would break my heart.’”