SinfulTruth

by Regina Cole

  “Sit.” He gestured to the chair beside the fire.

  Lifting my chin, I said, “No. I want to know what’s going on.”

  “I only wish to bathe your wounds and ease your pain. I will tell you what I know but I caution you, it is not much more than you’ve divined yourself.” His voice was kind, patient. I strained to see his face under the darkness of the hood but to no avail. He turned away.

  Reluctantly, my aching body sank into the velvety-soft armchair. Keeping my nudity covered as much as possible, I watched him as he moved about the room gathering a cloth and a basin of liquid. He set his supplies on the small table next to me. Rolling up the sleeves of his robe, he dipped the soft white cloth into the shimmering liquid.

  A thousand questions begged to be asked. The one that popped out of my mouth wasn’t anywhere near the top of the list but for some strange reason it was the most important at the moment. “Why are you still wearing your hood?”

  “My eyes disconcert you.” Silvery liquid dripped into the basin as he wrung out the cloth.

  I shifted in the chair, unable to deny the truth. “They do but I still want to see your face.” When I didn’t think about his weird eyes, his face was one of the handsomest I’d ever seen.

  He laid the cloth on the edge of the basin. With a flick of his wrists, the dark fabric of the hood landed on his broad shoulders. Since I was expecting the startling sight of his eyes this time, it was much easier to control my reaction. I focused on his strong cheekbones, firm jaw and dusting of dark beard instead. My belly warmed at the memory of our night together and I was suddenly keenly reminded of my nudity.

  Picking up the cloth again, he knelt in front of my chair. His touch was gentle as he lifted one bruised and cut foot. A breath of pain hissed between my teeth as he laid the cloth on my wounds. The liquid bubbled in my cuts like peroxide and stung like alcohol.

  “What is that stuff?” I gasped, abandoning my attempts at modesty to grip the arms of the chair.

  “Sacred water from the goddess Anuket’s temple.”

  The pain disappeared moments later. He lifted the cloth, crossing to the basin to wet it again, and I looked at my foot. The cuts were gone, completely healed. Flabbergasted, I turned to Verum.

  He didn’t wait for me to ask, just spoke as he pressed the soaked cloth on my other foot. “She’s the giver of life. The waters from her hidden temple can heal any injury.”

  Tears that had nothing to do with the sting of my healing wounds pricked my eyes. “I bet Donna would have liked some of that a few hours ago.”

  He didn’t answer but continued applying the silvery water to my many scratches and bruises.

  Breaking the silence was the only way I could keep the sight of Donna’s mangled body from my memory. “Anuket. That sounds Egyptian.”

  Verum nodded. His blank gaze looked deeper into me than I thought was possible.

  “It is.” He rubbed the cloth upward, past my knees to the blooming bruise on my thigh, where I’d been kicked by one of the men as they held me down.

  “Is it, I mean, was that your home? Is that where you come from?” The stream of conversation wasn’t distracting me enough. Now instead of the horrifying sights I’d witnessed over the past two days, I was seeing darkness. The blackness of a blindfold as my body was caressed, kissed and possessed by the man who now tended to my upper thigh, where a bramble had put an angry red scratch in the pale, creamy flesh.

  “Are you sure you wish to know?”

  Our gazes locked, the white of his strange eyes contrasting so sharply with his dark skin. “Yes,” I whispered.

  “Stand,” he said and pulled me to my feet.

  He turned me so my back was to the roaring fire. My nipples puckered as my backside warmed and I fisted my hands at my sides to keep from covering their dusky points. After Verum dipped and wrung the cloth once more, he began tending to my arms as he spoke.

  “I was born in Egypt. I was a soldier, a warrior for the pharaoh. For many years I led armies for the glory of our leader and the delight of the gods. And then one day all that changed.”

  Verum’s voice went low, rough with difficult memories. “My sister Pakhet was a curious girl. My parents were guardians of the temple of the goddess Ma’at. No one was allowed in the inner sanctum except for the pharaoh himself. But Pakhet was determined to see the workings of the temple.”

  Having tended the last of the marks on my hands and arms, Verum turned away, busying himself at the table with the basin.

  “Pakhet stole the goddess’s orb from the innermost chamber. When I arrived, Ma’at herself was there with both ankh and scepter, ready to strike Pakhet dead for her insolence.” His head bent low and, his knuckles tightening on the edge of the table, he breathed, “I lied to protect Pakhet. I told Ma’at that I had stolen her orb. I could not let Pakhet die. But the goddess Ma’at knew the truth. Truth and justice—that is her domain. I could not save Pakhet’s life. And for my lies, I was cursed to this.”

  My fingers pressed to my throat, holding a pulse that fluttered worriedly like an ailing moth in a porch light’s yellow glow. I didn’t move, frozen by the spell of Verum’s voice and his story.

  “Goddess Ma’at made me the Truth Keeper. I am called to observe the truths of all mankind, for all time. The unspeakable cruelties, the selfishness, the lies, all of it. Without benefit of noble motive, just cause or even insanity, their actions are all I see.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “The depravities I have seen would drive most to madness. I am denied even that comfort.”

  Compassion shattered the ice prison I was frozen in and I moved behind Verum. I pressed my body to his back, reveling in his warmth against my nakedness. My arms wound around his waist, fingers delving into the overlap of the fabric and resting on the muscled ridge of his abs.

  The velvet texture of the robe was soft on my lips as I pressed them to his spine. The fear and adrenaline that had been steadily draining away suddenly returned, changing into lust as it soaked my pores. My belly throbbed low as I brushed the stiffened peaks of my nipples against Verum. Without conscious thought, I pulled open the front of his robe and let my hands wander where they would, playing over his lean muscles, running past his hips, brushing the incredible heat of his stiffening shaft.

  “Bryerly,” he whispered without turning around.

  I gripped the base of his cock, purring. My hips twisted as my response soaked my pussy. I wanted him.

  “You do not…” He trailed off with a gasp as I stroked his length. “You do not understand…”

  Without breaking contact with his erection, I stood in front of him. Looking up into his strange white eyes, I said, “I understand enough. I want you, Verum.”

  He let his lids slide closed. “I know.”

  He bent his head and brushed his lips to mine. At that brief, electric touch, we were both lost.

  His robe fell to the floor as I gripped his shoulders. His hands wandered my body as his tongue plundered my mouth, leaving no part unexplored. I moaned with the delicious sensations that possessed me. He flicked my tongue with his, playful darts that belied the aggressive caress of his fingers. I reveled in our passion, digging my nails into his ass, grinding my belly into his stiff cock as I sucked on his tongue.

  He pulled away suddenly, breaking our kiss. I stared at him, stunned. What…?

  He yanked my head to the side and began to attack my neck with licking, nipping kisses. My blood heated to the point of burning. My pulse beat, starting at my throat where his desperate kisses ravaged me, down to the taut peaks of my breasts, concentrated at the now-slick juncture of my legs. Hitching a knee up on his hip, I rubbed my wet pussy on his muscled thigh. The skin-on-skin sensation ratcheted up the tension in my already thrumming body.

  “Verum,” I hissed, grinding on him as hard as I could, craving the contact of his skin on my aching clit. “More.”

  He took me at my word. He bit at the skin of my breast, sucking hard. The delicious sting of
pleasure-pain shot straight to my core.

  More. I gripped the smooth skin of his shaved head, gasping as I fought to keep him there, plundering my breasts. He lifted his head despite my protestations. With a single, smooth motion, he scooped me into his arms and crossed over to the bed.

  “I know what you want. Remain here.”

  The lid of the trunk creaked and he brought out a larger bag than he’d used the night before. This one was black with a nylon drawstring. It was a solid, matte thing, no unnecessary frills or decorations anywhere. Purely utilitarian, but I shivered in anticipation of what he’d bring out of it. The darkest places of desire hidden deep inside me were completely open to him and I wasn’t ashamed. In fact, I was drawn to him even more because of it. He knew me better than anyone had before and I wanted to know him in the same way. Closer, deeper, fuller.

  Laying the black bag at the end of the bed, he yanked it open and reached in. Without showing me what he held, he crawled atop me. My skin tingled as his large form pressed me into the softness of the bed. His warm, wet mouth closed on the stiffened peak of my breast.

  “Ah,” I moaned, arching my spine in delicious feeling. His tongue flicked the tight point, rubbing circles around it, a gentle suction drawing it deeper into the moist heat. He skillfully played my other nipple, tantalizing it with rolling pinches and smooth caresses.

  My heartbeat throbbed in my pussy as he switched his attack from one breast to the other. His erection lay hot and heavy against my leg. Moisture flooded me and I gripped the silky sheets, twisting in anticipatory lust. He was doing it again, possessing my body like a greedy, sensual demon. This man was my entire world for the moment and I was more than willing to explore and be explored.

  “Verum, oh god, yes,” I hissed when his teeth latched on to my breast. He nipped at my tender flesh, pain and pleasure twined irrevocably. When he lifted his head, the corners of his mouth were turned upward and his white eyes glowed from deep within.

  “What?” I whispered, bringing my palms up to my breasts, yearning to keep the deliciously wicked sensations going. The smile on his face made something deep in my chest flutter wildly.

  He moved my hand away and attached a small black clamp to my nipple.

  “Yesss,” I hissed, bowing my spine to bring my breasts closer to him. More sweet torture, I wanted so much more. Only a moment passed before he placed the second clamp and gave both forced points a tweak. Moisture coated my inner thighs now, my body weeping yearning tears for Verum.

  “Tell me what you feel,” he whispered, rising on his knees. He stroked his manhood, fisting under the plum-shaped head. The dark slit at the end glistened with a drop of moisture and at the sight I licked my lips.

  “I’m hot. Burning, all over. My nipples feel like fire, Verum, they hurt but it feels so good.”

  He gripped my inner thigh, opening my pussy to his glowing gaze. “More.”

  “I’m throbbing,” I said, running my hand down my front, dipping my fingers between my swollen, slick lips. “Here.” I spread the folds for him, baring my hidden core completely to his gaze. Pushing my clamped breasts together with my forearms, I stroked my pussy for him. “I want you.”

  When I dipped my finger inside my pussy, he groaned. When I forced it as deep as it would go, he leaned forward, dragging the head of his cock against my clit. When I added a second and then a third finger, stretching my pussy and crying out with feeling, he grabbed something else from the bag behind us. The soft pop of a cork sounded and he dripped a shiny liquid on his fingers.

  Keeping his odd eyes locked on mine, he rimmed the outside of the lower, tight hole beneath my thrusting hand. My muscles shuddered, wanting what he teased. One large finger slipped inside, past the resisting ring of muscle. He growled deep in his chest, the primal male sound calling to an equally wild elemental being within me. The shared pleasure between us, so intense, wasn’t nearly enough. Driving my hips downward, I forced him deeper inside.

  “Yes,” he groaned.

  Another thrust and he added a second finger, stretching me wide. Two thrusts, three and I was out of my mind with lust. At my frantic plea, he stroked lubricant up and down his thick cock, lifted my hips and drove himself deep into my nether hole while I finger-fucked my pussy.

  “God, Verum,” I screamed, grinding my fingers on my clit, hard. It was too much and I’d never last. His hips slapped my ass as he drove himself into me, over and over into my tight hole. The orgasm, when it came, was hard, fast, colored with a thousand moving lights that exploded behind my eyes. But I wasn’t allowed to rest.

  “More,” Verum growled and without leaving my body, he reached into the bag once more. A long, thick black dildo appeared and he pressed it slowly into my pussy, letting me adjust to the thickness.

  I cried out as my rippling flesh accepted the intrusion, so much more sensitive after my recent orgasm. He didn’t stop until I was full of thick cock, both his and the dildo.

  He held my legs in the air, bent and spread wide to his multiple invasions. I ran my hands over my belly, up to my breasts where I fondled my flesh and moaned. I hadn’t thought I could come again tonight after that incredible orgasm but Verum was proving me wrong in a big way. I was so full, the double penetration of the Truth Keeper and the toy stretching my body more than it had ever been before.

  “You like this,” he rasped.

  It wasn’t a question. Verum’s face was hungry, that smile broader than it had been before. He knew what I liked as sure as I knew my own name. But I nodded anyway, lifting my breasts to him. He tweaked one of the clamps and I jerked without thinking, forcing him just a little farther into my ass. We both gasped.

  “Yes,” he groaned and began moving slowly again.

  I was even tighter now than before, any extra space in my body taken up completely by the large dildo. I twisted the clamps on my nipples as lust grew on Verum’s face, his grip on my legs tightening. It was so erotic, so delicious, that my belly throbbed low again and I began to match his thrusts as he plundered me.

  My vaginal walls quivered around the dildo as his hips smacked my ass once more. It was so good. I gripped the bedsheets and arched my spine, sensation winding me up to a near unbearable level once more. Panting raggedly, I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood. It was good, so good, and I wanted to come again but I’d never had much luck with multiple orgasms. Would he be hurt if I couldn’t come again? God, it was so good and I wanted so much to come for him, he had taken such good care of me, this had to be as good for him as it was for me, he was fucking me so good…

  A mind reader for a bed partner was one of the most wonderful things I could ask for. Verum released his grip on one of my legs, reached down to the dildo and twisted it on. A buzzing vibration began, sensation rocking my core and causing spasms both inside and outside my body.

  “Ah,” I yelled, twisting at the clamps on my nipples.

  Verum pounded my ass, the vibrations in my pussy making him even harder and more desperate. I was bent near double as he took me, his cock so hot and deep in my tight hole, the trembling and shaking in my pussy, the tingling pain in my breasts, it was all too much. My cries came in time with his thrusts, loud, beseeching squeaks that begged without words for one thing.

  He placed the heel of his palm to my clit and pressed with all his might, shooting jets of his orgasm deep into my ass.

  My shriek pierced my own eardrums as I twisted and thrust with him, the crescendo of my pleasure firing my veins. His cock pulsed as the last few drops of his response were milked from him. I shook all over, the incredible, bone-shaking orgasm still setting off sparks in my nerve centers.

  He switched off the vibe and removed the dildo from my body. Just as carefully, he withdrew his member from my ass, rubbing my leg. Tenderly, he removed each clamp, pressing a kiss to each purpled, puckered nipple. My eyes followed him as he placed the toys in a basin beside the bed. My throat worked as I searched for something to say, some words to put to the feelings he’
d given me.

  They weren’t necessary. His smile when he turned back said it all. Whatever was between us didn’t need to be explained aloud.

  I snuggled into his side as he lay beside me and promptly fell asleep.

  Chapter Six

  When my eyes fluttered open, it was impossible to tell how long I’d been asleep. Gingerly, I sat up, my body sore and unused to the passionate encounter it had enjoyed. The globe shone softly on its stand in the center of the room and the fire still crackled in the hearth but there was no sign of my dark-skinned, white-eyed lover.

  “Verum?” I said, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. A foreboding sense of déjà vu tickled my spine as I let my feet touch the floor. He wasn’t anywhere to be found. Again. Talk about a fuck-and-run.

  His robe wasn’t lying on the floor by the chair any longer. I paced in front of the fireplace, my now goose-pimpled skin tingling. Why had I slept with him again? I desperately needed answers and instead of demanding them, I’d begged him to screw me. The tender feelings that had swamped me the night before were completely immaterial. Donna’s mutilated corpse popped into my mind’s eye and I gripped the mantle until the wave of nausea passed.

  Answers.

  I turned to face the chamber again, searching for anything that might give me information. I didn’t doubt Verum’s story about his sister and the goddess Ma’at. Things were too weird not to believe some supernatural being was involved. My wandering glance fell on the shining purple orb in the center of the room. This had to be the treasure that doomed his sister and cursed Verum.

  The rug was soft under my feet as I approached the artifact. Its inner light grew at my nearness, casting a slight color to my pale, nude skin. Bending low, I tried to peer into the glass.