Darkest Sin

by Ashton Blackthorne

  Ava blocked the doorway. “Ash, I need to know something.”

  “What?” I tapped my foot impatiently. I wanted to get to Amber.

  “Did Ayden fuck Reese?” she asked bluntly. Her face had sustained some bruising and she had a bandage on her shoulder.

  “I have no idea.” I feigned ignorance. Actually, I had pretty good idea that he had the way he’d taken care of her during the crash. I knew something was going on between them.

  “Really? I think he did.” She narrowed her eyes.

  I sensed rage building within her. I had to think of something to distract her. “Are we still heading to Cairo?” As much as I wanted to go home, I thought it was the best diversion for Ava to keep her from killing Ayden.

  “Of course. I’ve already chartered another plane.”

  I shuddered thinking about getting on another plane, but I was ready to do anything to make this trip end faster.

  “I’m serious. Ayden can’t be with Reese. She’s too vulnerable right now.”

  “I understand that, Ava, but I don’t control him. He does what he wants.”

  “Well, you best be sure he doesn’t want Reese. If you’ll excuse me, I have to get ready. I’m going to see an old friend.” She slammed the door behind her.

  We hadn’t seen Ava for several hours. Both Amber and I had speculated as to where she could’ve gone. We were sitting in the lounge having a drink people watching as Ava stepped off the elevator.

  She wore a pair of large sunglasses covering her eyes with her hair pinned atop her head in a messy bun. Her clothes were thrown haphazardly onto her body.

  I waved to her. “Ava, where the hell did you go?”

  She sat across from Amber and me. “I don’t think you want to know.” She laughed bending to rub her left calf as if she’d had a charley horse.

  “Knock it off.” I asked lighting a cigarette. I’d been trying to cut back, but being around her always made me want to smoke.

  “You really want to know? Perhaps it will enlighten you.” She raised her brows proceeding to relate her story.

  Ava

  Tapestries covered the walls depicting scenes from the 120 Days of Sodom. Candelabras lit the way down the stone staircase to the dungeon.

  Rich velvet curtains held by golden tiebacks graced the bottom of the staircase. A stunning woman with a deep tan and dark hair greeted me.

  “Miss, your room awaits you.” She handed me a key bowing before me. I took the key and smiled.

  “Of course.” Walking into the room, I was awash in dim candlelight. I’d been to this club before a few years ago when I was living in the south of France. The club was legendary and the building dated back to the time of DeSade himself. In fact, it was rumored DeSade had lived within these very walls. Regardless, the place was extraordinary. In the center of the room was a large settee covered in velvet. A remote control was sitting next to the settee atop a glass table. I took the remote and pressed the button.

  Immediately, the screen lifted to reveal half a dozen men in various stages of undress. I surveyed them carefully. Each one wore a number around his neck suspended by a chain. Instantly, I was taken with number 5 and 3. They were both dark haired, muscular beasts decorated in tattoos. One had a goatee and the other was clean shaven. They appeared to be in their late twenties. Now, to choose my third….

  Numbers One and Two had lighter colored hair and were younger. They were thinner than I preferred my men. Number Six was darker skinned than the others. He appeared of mixed race. That wasn’t what interested me. Number Four had short reddish hair. He didn’t interest me either.

  Picking up the courtesy phone, I dialed the front desk.

  “Augustine. How may I help you?”

  “I only have two suitable partners. Numbers Five and Three please me. I need a third. Please change the menu.” I sat the phone down as I examined my long red fingernails. A minute chip had developed in one. I adjusted the black leather bustier on my firm breasts.

  “Just a moment, Miss.”

  In minutes, a second screen opened behind me. There stood five other men. All were nude to the waist except one. He had long black hair bound behind his head in a long ponytail. He was wearing an impeccable Italian suit. He was handsome in the face and clean shaven. His black hair had a touch of silver at the temples. His fingers were decorated in gold rings.

  He was the one. Number Four.

  Making my selection, I awaited their company. The lights came on flooding the room. I clicked a button to lower them. I loathed bright light. I stripped my cloak off to reveal my leather bustier and black garters. My thigh high boots were stiletto heels making walking difficult, but not impossible. I thumbed through the selection of implements on the glass table next to the St. Andrew’s Cross.

  The door opened to the room and the three men walked in.

  “Gentlemen, welcome. I’m your mistress for the evening. You may address me only as Mistress. May I have your names, ages, and occupations?”

  Number Four boldly stepped forward still wearing his suit.

  “Mistress, if it pleases you, call me Damon. I am 46 years old and I work in finance.”

  “Very good.” I picked up a flogger and slapped him lightly across the ass.

  “Mistress, if it pleases you, call me Jaxson. I am 27 years old and I work in construction.”

  “Very good.”

  “Mistress, if it pleases you, call me Baz. I am 23 years old and I work in construction.”

  “Very good.” I slapped them all with the flogger. Picking up a riding crop, I walked in front of them slapping my thigh with it. “Here are the rules of the evening, gentlemen. I am interested in pleasure…mine, not yours. You are to do whatever I say without question. I will not require you to interact with each other as some do. Your focus is on me. Do I make myself clear?”

  “Yes, mistress,” they answered in unison.

  “Are there any hard limits I should be aware of?” I asked them as a courtesy to the club not that I cared personally. I would do whatever I wished.

  “No, mistress,” they replied.

  “Commence.”

  They all looked at me for a moment admiring my figure in the leather outfit. Damon immediately yanked his tie off and unbuttoned his shirt tossing it aside. He was muscular beneath it with a few tattoos covering his biceps.

  I admired his body clad in nothing but his dress pants his cock bulging through the material.

  Baz and Jaxson stood behind me already nude to the waist.

  I ran my hands over their firm young muscles relishing the thought of how good they would feel inside me. My pussy clenched tightly as I felt my thighs dampening. “Baz, you take me from behind,” I ordered as he bent me down over the velvet settee. He slipped my panties to the side as he dropped his shorts. His cock was long and hard. He fisted it then dragged it across my wet opening. I took a deep breath as he sank deep inside me.

  “You’re not to come until I say,” I ordered them.

  Damon came around to my front and knelt before me.

  I smiled and stroked his long silky hair as I brought his face to my breasts.

  He took one nipple into his mouth sucking it hard. He rolled it between his teeth nipping ever so gently.

  My head fell back as he sucked harder. Baz continued fucking me from behind pumping his girth into me making me feel every stroke. My pussy throbbed from my impending orgasm. Jaxson took my other nipple into his mouth as the two of them sucked my breasts. I could no longer feel anything. A dizzying fear overtook me as the three of them used my body. I felt Baz jerking slightly inside me. Immediately, I spun around picking up the flogger. “No! Not yet.” I lashed him with the flogger causing his skin to redden dramatically.

  Damon took my hand and pressed it to his lips. “Allow me to worship you, mistress. Please,” he begged.

  I nodded my consent as he led me to the leather strapped swing in the corner of the room. I sat down in it hooking my heels inside the foot
straps so that my legs were raised up towards my chest. Baz stood behind the swing straddling my face so that his cock was near my mouth. I ran my tongue up and down his length delighting in my own taste on him. I sucked his head which was nearly purple he was so hard. Damon stood in front of me stroking his cock up and down my soaking wetness. My clit was swollen and I longed for him to take me into his mouth.

  “Lick me,” I commanded him.

  Instantly, he fell to his knees and lapped at my swelling bud. He took me into his mouth sucking my clit his tongue darting into my sex filling me.

  My head lolled back as I took Baz’s firm cock into my mouth tasting his salty sweetness.

  Jaxson milked my nipples as the other two filled me. I felt light headed as I soared higher and higher towards my orgasm.

  “Whip me,” I whispered to Jaxson.

  He took the flogger into his hand and lashed it across my breasts.

  The fiery pain electrified me causing every nerve fiber to stand on end bringing me closer to the edge.

  Damon’s fingers were at my opening slipping inside me. He pumped his fingers in and out of me as I continued to suck Baz’s cock. The sweetness of his pre-cum tortured me as I longed for all of them to drench me with their cum.

  Jaxson brought the flogger down onto my needy flesh again. I’d never let a man whip me before, but this….this was sending me into ecstasy. My legs were shaking in the stirrups as Damon’s fingers thrusted deep inside me. Sweat soaked my hair and wet my skin as I rode harder towards my climax.

  “Fuck me,” I ordered Damon.

  His face glistened with my juices as he rubbed himself against me.

  I felt his huge cock part my lips as I gripped the leather straps suspending me in the air. I felt completely weightless as Damon’s cock hammered into me. I continued to suck Baz’s cock his tight balls resting on my face as I took him all the way down my throat.

  Swack! Jaxson whipped me causing the flogger to bite into my flesh painfully. I jumped from the pain relishing every stroke as he continued whipping my breasts. My nipples first throbbed in agony then with pleasure. So many feelings flooded my senses I could barely keep up.

  As Damon pumped me hard, his balls slapped against my ass. I arched my back stretching my body almost flat.

  “Stop,” I cried to Jaxson. He dropped the flogger. His rough, calloused hands caressed my sore flesh. They were heaven to me.

  Clutching the leather straps in my hands, I allowed myself to succumb to the building fury inside me. My pussy clenched on Damon’s cock as I came hard. Closing my eyes, I saw stars as I dissolved into delicious climatic spasms.

  “Now,” I whispered to them.

  They all began fisting their cocks immediately drenching me with their cum. Thick ropes of white liquid drained from them splashing onto my breasts and abdomen. I ran my hands over my body reveling in my come soaked flesh.

  “Mistress, if it pleases you, may I get you a towel?” Baz asked droplets of come still dripping from him.

  I nodded my approval as he handed me a towel. Quickly, I wiped myself and slipped into a soft fluffy white robe. “Gentlemen, it has been a pleasure. I shall call upon you again.”

  “No, Miss, it was our pleasure to serve you.” The men couldn’t help grinning.

  Ash

  That wasn’t the story I was expecting. When she said she’d gone to meet a friend I assumed that meant they had coffee or maybe drinks. Not a wild, sordid journey through a French sex club. Still, looking at Ava’s Cheshire cat grin, I figured it’d been worth it for her, anyway.

  “Wasn’t that in poor taste?” Amber asked the same question I’d been mulling around in my own head.

  Ava chuckled as dabbed a bit of makeup onto the bruise on her forehead. “Not in the least! They all tasted delicious.” She winked at me.

  I felt ill. After the events of the past two days, I really didn’t need to know my sister had such deviant desires.

  Amber pressed her lips together.

  Standing up, I paced beside our table. A swift breeze from the Mediterranean blew into the lounge from the open window blowing the white filmy curtains back. “So, I’ve spoken to our new pilot. The plane will be ready for takeoff tomorrow morning at 5 AM. Flight time to Cairo is about 4 hours. We should be there early enough to get settled then go exploring.”

  “That will be cutting it close. The blood moon is in 3 days. We need time to get settled in and figure out a game plan with some local guys.” Ava surveyed her face in the mirror.

  “That’s the fastest I could book a pilot.” I shrugged turning back to Amber.

  Her face had gone pale.

  “What’s wrong, Amber?”

  “I don’t know if I can fly again so soon after the crash. I keep reliving the moment the plane hit the water.” She trembled as I slid my arm around her shoulders.

  “Baby, we have to fly. How else are we going to get home?”

  “On a ship.”

  Ava shook her head. “Out of the question. It will take too fucking long. As soon as we get the spiders, we have to get back to the U.S. as fast as we can. The venom might lose its’ potency.”

  “I don’t want to fly again either so soon, but we don’t have a choice,” I whispered to Amber so that Ava couldn’t hear.

  “I just keep thinking about the poor pilot.” Her eyes misted with unshed tears.

  I ran my hand over her back. “Plane crashes are very rare. We just happened to have had one. I’m sure that will never happen again.” I was feeling nervous about flying again myself. I remembered how cold that water had been and how close we’d all come to dying. I wasn’t anxious to face that possibility again anytime soon; however, Ava was right. If we were planning on going through with all this then we had to deliver the venom ASAP.

  “Well, kiddies, I’m heading to bed. Be ready to go in the morning. No bullshit whining.” She eyed Amber who glared back at her.

  Standing at the door, Ava turned back to us. “We all have to die sometime.”

  The next morning we were back on a private plane. It wasn’t quite as luxurious as the one that had crashed, but it would do.

  Amber sat closely to me trembling as we took off. “Ash, do you think we did the right thing coming along on this trip? It seems a bit…”

  “Radical?” I offered. “Yes, it is, but Ayden was coming whether or not we did. I couldn’t let him do this without me.”

  She nodded.

  “No matter what happens you and I are together. I will protect you always.” I squeezed her hand tightly. I leaned over to Ava. “Ava, are you sure about this? I mean, Egypt has a lot of pyramids! How do we know where to dig?”

  Ava shrugged. “And your point is what?”

  I threw my hands up in the air. “So, are we supposed to just dig around all these pyramids hoping to find the right spot? That’s like looking for a needle in a haystack!”

  Reese giggled.

  Ayden was sitting awfully close to her.

  I knew without a doubt they’d fucked. She was definitely his type-curvy and sexy.

  Ava sighed studying the spider tattoo on her hand. She looked up at us with a glassy stare. Her blue eyes darkened to nearly black. “I’ll know where to dig when we get there.” Her voice was low and ominous.

  We all froze for a moment. Her eerie words hung in the air.

  “How?” Ayden whispered.

  “I just will. It’s written on this.” She pulled out the medallion.

  We all peered at the tiny picture writing.

  When the halflings reach the pyramid in the shadow of the U,

  The queen shall know where to go.

  Beneath the killing moon,

  The U shall call to her,

  Beckoning them to release her from her tomb.

  Before and after chaos rules.

  “You can read that?” Reese looked quizzically at her.

  Ava nodded. “I don’t know how I know. I just do,” she confessed.

  “Who are
the halflings?” Amber asked.

  The plane started to hit turbulence again and we bounced up and down. I felt my stomach flip. Damn, I wished I hadn’t eaten all that foie gras last night. I could still taste it.

  “Us.” She motioned at me, Ayden, and herself.

  “What?”

  “Half siblings,” I mumbled in a monotone. It was all becoming quite clear to me now as well and that was even more disturbing. I wasn’t one to believe in strange prophecies and ancient mythology, yet here I was.

  “The Killing Moon. That’s the blood moon.” Reese looked down at her phone.

  “Yes.” Ava nodded.

  Suddenly, the plane was tossed wildly to one side. The oxygen masks fell down in front of us.

  “The captain wants us to all put on our masks as we may experience a dramatic loss of altitude.” The flight attendant demonstrated by slipping hers over her face.

  Immediately, I secured Amber’s mask first before putting mine on. The look on Amber’s face told me I should be frightened. She clutched my hand as the plane rocked back and forth.

  “Oh God, not again!” Reese cried out as the plane was tossed about. Ayden was holding her close as Ava sat calmly staring out the window into the blackness.

  Closely my eyes tightly, I began to pray. I didn’t think I could deal with another plane crash. Just then, as if the plane had been twisted into a pretzel it was straightened out again. We began flying smoothly and I took a deep breath.

  The flight attendant instructed us to remove our masks.

  “Hello everyone, this is your Captain speaking. Sorry about that. We just ran through a bit of a thunderstorm. Should be smooth flying for the rest of your flight. We should be arriving in Cairo in less than an hour.”

  Glancing over at Ava, I saw she’d already removed her seatbelt and had lit a cigarette.

  “No smoking on the plane, miss,” the flight attendant reminded her.

  “Who the fuck is going to stop me?” She flicked her ash on the floor glaring at the flight attendant who wisely backed away.

  What had we gotten ourselves into?