Sixty Two
Ayden
Later that night, I decided to hit the bar for a drink. Sasha was supposed to meet me at a local pub that was a known gathering place for swingers. I wasn’t sure that this would mean I was further falling down the dark spiral into the abyss, but with the day I’d had rehashing my life, I figured I needed a break.
A dark figure emerged from the shadows. My heart caught in my throat. Who the hell was it? Could it be Tico and his gang finally catching up to me? That was years ago.
But still….
“Who is it?” I yelled out into the darkness.
The figure moved closer to me. His build was illuminated by the headlights of a passing car. He was my height and very broad shouldered. He was an impressive figure with bulging muscles.
I reached into the back of my pants grabbing my 9 mm. Cocking the gun, I planted my feet firmly. “Come any closer and I’ll shoot.”
My finger itched on the trigger. One more step and I was going to fire. The fucker better stop now if he didn’t want a hole blasted through him.
He took another step.
My finger pulled in the trigger ever so slightly.
“Hold up, Donovan. You don’t recognize me?”
I lowered the gun slightly. The voice was familiar. “Step out of the shadows so I can see you,” I commanded.
The imposing figure moved closer to me. His face came into view.
Sinister!
“Is that you, Cayne? When the hell did they let you out?”
He looked even more muscular than he had in prison. He was still sporting his goatee and a few more tattoos. “Just got paroled a few weeks ago. Figured I’d look you up before I left New York.” His wide grin became visible as he stood a few feet away.
“Don’t you know you don’t sneak up on someone who’s been in prison? Fuck, I almost shot you.” I laughed. I tucked the gun in my pants pulling my shirt over it.
“You’re crazy, Donovan, but not that crazy. I trusted you.”
I felt a bit uneasy. How had Sinister managed to locate me? And more to the point, why? “How did you know I lived here?”
He laughed tucking his hands into his pockets. “You should know by now I’ve got connections, Donovan. Besides, I heard on the news you hit it big.”
I narrowed my eyes. So that was it. He wanted money. “What do you mean?” I played stupid, but I was certain he’d see through it.
“Come on, Donovan, or should I say Blackthorne? You’re heir to a fortune.”
I laughed bitterly. “No, that would be my brother.”
“But you still have access to some money. Look, I’m not here to run game on you. I just thought you could help me out a bit. I can’t go back to the West Coast. I have to stay out here. They’ve got a fucking bounty on my head out there.”
I nodded.
“Let’s go have a drink and talk about it, huh? Get caught up on old times?” He grinned.
The way he spoke made me feel as if I really didn’t have an option to say no. His dark eyes pierced through me making my skin crawl. I had to keep reminding myself I was carrying a piece in case things got too intense. “Sure. There’s a bar around the corner. I was headed there myself.”
“Well, come on, man. I could use a fucking drink.” As he stood closer to me, he noticed the gold cross around my neck. “What the hell is this? Did you turn all Jesus freak on me?”
I shrugged. “No, I’ve just been…changing the way I think is all.”
He gave an evil laugh.
“Really, Ayden? You trying to change on me? Be a good guy and all?” He spat onto the ground.
“Not particularly. I just don’t want to make the same mistakes that got me into prison in the first place. I’m trying to make amends with some people.”
Sinister threw his arm around my shoulder. “Hey, Donovan, I hate to break it to you, but you’re no saint. You never will be.”
I felt my stomach tighten. In prison, he’d been cool with me, but I wasn’t sure how he’d be on the outside.
“Hey, man, you know I’m just fucking with you, right?”
I nodded.
“So, what the female situation out here? Come on, help a brother out. I need some hot pussy!”
I sighed inwardly. Sinister wasn’t exactly the type of friend to help me change for the better, but I owed him. He’d saved my life in prison.
I needed to think of a way to repay him if I could.
I thought of Sasha.
She was a bad girl, a hot little princess.
Almost too bad for one Daddy.
Maybe she needed two.
“Just wait a few. I’m meeting my girl here.” I winked at Sinister as I proceeded to fill him in on the details. As I spoke, I knew I was getting myself further and further entangled, deep into the abyss again.
Could I control myself better this time?
Thinking about seeing Sasha fuck Sinister as she sucked my cock, I no longer cared. All I could think about was her hot lips wrapped around my ample dick as that muscle bound ex-con hammered her pussy from behind.
Damn, that was going to be hot.
“Sasha, are you ready for this?” I ran my hands up her firm thighs. I could feel the heat emanating from her pussy. She was dressed in a tight leopard print dress that barely covered her firm ass. The neckline was cut low revealing her delicious cleavage. Her long brown hair swung around her shoulders.
“Of course, Daddy.” She winked at me.
I knew she was ready to play any way I wanted her to play. She was different from Amber. With Amber, it was all about the romance. With Sasha, it was pure hardcore filthy fucking, just like I liked it.
Slapping her firmly on the ass, we walked into the dimly lit bar. Ash had told me about this place thinking I may fit right in. Looking around at all the scantily clad women and muscular men, I had to agree with him.
“Are we allowed to do scenes here?” Sasha whispered to me.
I knew she and Ash belonged to another more exclusive club here in the city. But this one was a bit less rigid with the rules. “Looks like it.” I turned and noticed two couples going at it pretty hard in the corner. I didn’t see any BDSM paraphernalia though. Ash had advised it was just a regular sex club. More exhibitionists than anything else.
“No equipment though. What a shame.” Sasha shook her head.
She looked so fucking hot I was ready to bend her over and fuck her right there. “Could still be fun.” I ordered us each a Pellagrino. “So, princess, what are you in the mood for tonight?” I nuzzled her neck while sliding my hand up her dress. Her pussy was already wet against my palm.
As planned, Sinister was leaning against the bar with a bottle of beer in his hand. He wore a dark blue t shirt rolled high up on his thickly muscled arms.
“You want him, Princess?” I asked nodding in Sinister’s direction. I knew the answer before I even asked her.
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered back wiggling against my hand on her pussy.
“Have you been a good girl, Princess? Would you suck his cock if Daddy told you to?”
“Oh yes, Daddy, of course I would.”
Feeling my smile spread slowly across my face, I led Sasha over to Sinister.
The lights in the club were low, but still several people could be seen in various stages of undress. Several were engaged in deep dark delights in the dimly lit corners.
The stranger stood taller as we approached. He stared at Sasha’s breasts their nipples clearly sticking out of her dress. He gave her a wink as he finished his beer.
“Looks like someone’s interested, Daddy.” She grinned as I kept my hand firmly on her ass. I loved showing her gorgeous body off to other men.
And seeing her fuck Sinister while I watched was going to be amazing. There would be none of the feelings I had for Amber attached to this one. No, Sasha was pure fun for me and for her too.
She was a true Princess, a Daddy’s girl through and through.
But some girls need more than just one Daddy and Sasha was one of them.
“Of course, he is, Princess. I think you’ve been such a good, dirty girl you need more than one Daddy tonight, don’t you think?” I whispered in her ear, her long hair tickling my lips.
“Oh, please, Daddy.”
We took seats at the bar next to the stranger. I let my fingers linger a moment on Sasha’s dripping wet pussy. Her lips were so smooth and soft.
“What can I get you guys tonight?” The female bartender was a bit older in her late forties, but still quite attractive with her short blonde hair and her low cut black top.
“Just Pellegrino for us tonight.” I squeezed Sasha’s waist.
“Really? Seems like you two are out looking for some fun.” She winked.
“I like to keep straight when I play.” I winked back at her.
She smiled and brought us our water.
The stranger next to Sasha motioned for another beer.
“How are you doing tonight, gorgeous?” Sinister smiled at Sasha.
“I don’t know. You tell me.” She cocked an eyebrow up at him.
He stared down at her inviting cleavage. “You look like you do just fine, baby. So, what’s the deal? You guys swingers or what?”
I always liked the way Sinister talked. He cut straight to the point. No bullshit. Laughing, I took a gulp of my water. Normally, I enjoyed a shot of whiskey or two, but when I was out to play I liked to stay sober.
It hadn’t always been that way though.
I used to do scenes with play partners high and drunk. I didn’t care what happened to me or them.
But that was in the past.
“No, not exactly,” I replied keeping my hand on Sasha’s bare thigh. I liked how Sinister was staying in the role of mysterious stranger. From the way she squirmed on the bar stool, I could tell she was getting all hot and bothered by the thought of fucking him and me at the same time.
She was one dirty little girl.
“But we do like to play.” Sasha eyed his heavily muscled arms.
He finished his beer and wiped his mouth. “Do you, now? Well, gorgeous, I don’t play that way.” He gestured to me.
“Neither does he.” She jerked her head in my direction.
“It’s all about the ladies for me. I mean, look at these tits!” With that, I yanked Sasha’s dress open exposing her breasts. Her pink nipples were rock hard.
His eyes widened in appreciation. “Damn. Do you mind?” He reached out to squeeze them.
“Not at all.”
Taking her breasts in his hands, he squeezed them until she cried out. His thumbs brushed across her nipples. “Perfection,” he whispered.
Sasha moaned. I slid my hand further up her thigh. I could feel the heat emanating from her bare cunt. I’d ordered her to go without panties tonight. I loved knowing her wet bare pussy was pressing up against the vinyl of the barstool. “So, Stranger, my gorgeous princess here would like to invite you to accompany us to a hotel room we have nearby. Are you game?” Like Sinister, I didn’t like to waste time with bullshit conversation.
“To fuck this gorgeous girl? Sounds tempting. But I play a different game.” He motioned for a shot of whiskey.
My curiosity piqued, I studied him for a moment. “What are you looking for then?”
He motioned the bartender to bring a round of shots.
I tried to wave mine away. “Sorry, buddy, but I like to stay sober when I play.”
Sasha took hers in her hand.
He laughed. “Man, I don’t know who you think you’re kidding. I can see the marks on your arms. From the looks of those, you’ve partied pretty hard in the past.”
Subconsciously, I rubbed my forearms. Fucking asshole. This wasn’t part of the plan. What the hell was he thinking challenging me?
I had to save face in front of Sasha. I stood up from the bar and began to flex my muscles. “You want to take this outside?”
He remained seated. He appeared unfazed by my sudden outburst. “No, I don’t. It was merely an observation. Not looking to throw down. Besides, if I wanted to do that, you’d be dead on the floor by now.” His eyes bored into mine.
“Come on, Sasha. This guy’s not good enough for you.” I started to pull her off the barstool.
Sinister grabbed her other arm. “I didn’t say I wasn’t interested. I just wanted to toast first.”
I looked at Sasha. I could tell she really wanted Sinister. Despite his calling me out, I had to admit I was impressed with his performance in front of Sasha. I could tell he was really turning her on with his bad boy bravado. “Fine. I’ll do a shot.”
We all clinked glasses.
As departed the bar, I kept my hand on Sasha’s ass.
Getting out to the parking lot, Sasha turned to him. “What’s your name, Stranger?”
He smiled revealing even, white teeth. “Sinister.”
“No, I said ‘what’s your name.’ ” Sasha giggled.
“That is my name, Gorgeous. What’s yours?”
“I’m Sasha and this is Ayden.”
Sinister walked over to a Harley parked close to my car. “Where are we going?” He sat down on his bike.
No surprise Sinister had a Harley. I felt a bit out of place with my Mercedes. “Uptown. Plaza Hotel.”
He cocked his head to the side. “Not really my scene, but for this little lady I’ll do it. That your Benz?”
I nodded flipping the keys in my hand.
“You’re doing well for yourself, Ayden.”
He laughed again. Despite my promise to myself to be good, I found myself feeling a bit jealous of Sinister. The tattoos, the bike, I used to be him.
But I’d traded it all in when I came to New York in search of my father.
I’d given up being the ‘bad boy’ when I confessed all my sins in church.
Father Marcus said I’d been redeemed.
I wasn’t the wicked, prodigal son anymore.
Or was I?
As soon as I opened the door to the hotel suite, Sinister grabbed Sasha by the waist and threw her down on the bed.
“Whoa there, Sinister!” Sasha cried out shocked at his forwardness.
I pulled off my t shirt as I watched their exchange.
“I haven’t told you my safeword yet.” Sasha pouted.
He laughed looking down at her. “Safeword? What’s that?”
“It’s panther.”
He bent down to wind her hair around his ham sized fist. “I know what a safeword is, little girl. Thing is, I don’t believe in them.”
Sasha crawled to her knees. Her big brown eyes looked from him to me. “Then, I don’t see how we can play. Ayden?”
I shook my head. “It’s your call, Sasha.”
Sinister turned to me. “Let me tell you both how this works. I don’t know how you’re used to playing, but I don’t play by anyone’s rules ever. I will do what I want when I want. Got it?”
Sasha looked frightened, but nodded.
I smirked. Sinister had been a king in prison. Even rival gangs wouldn’t mess with him. To say he was domineering was putting it mildly.
Sasha crawled over to Sinister who had removed his shirt as well to reveal a chest even more decorated with tattoos than mine was.
“Sir, I am more than willing to play any way you want. Whip me, beat me, hurt me. I am your princess for the night.” Her eyes were downcast as she knelt at his feet.
He laughed grabbing her by the chin. “For the night? Princess, by the time I’m done, you’ll be begging me to be your Daddy.”
Sasha looked at us both.
I nodded to her. This was going to be fun. I gave him a nod. “Sinister, what I want is for us both to fuck this girl until she can’t move. Fuck her in the ass, in her tight pussy and in her mouth. We’re gonna fill her up with come until it comes out of her fucking ears. Got it?”
He smirked at me. “I can do that. No problem.”
With that, Sinister yanked his pants off and tossed them aside. I did the same as sweet Sasha remained on her knees waiting for instructions. She bit her lip and I knew she was just aching to come already.
“Strip,” I ordered.
Immediately, she jumped to her feet and whipped off her dress. There she stood in the center of the room in her naked glory. Her tits swelled with desire making them even bigger than they usually were. Truly, she was a gem. I’d never been with a woman like her with tits bigger than my head. Her nipples were the perfect shade of dusky pink and stood up like pencil erasers. Her waist was tiny and her stomach flat. Her hips curved delightfully down to her long legs ending in her 6 inch stilettos heels. Her pussy was completely bare. With her long light brown hair streaming loose around her shoulders, she looked stunning.
“Bend over, princess. Spread your pussy open with your fingers and show Sinister what a beautiful cunt you have.”
Sasha spread her legs wide and bent over. Her long fingernails parted her pussy lips enough to show her delectable pink flesh. She was shining wet.
“Nice,” he murmured.
“Now, princess, get on the bed and suck his fucking cock until he comes deep in your throat.”
Eagerly, she jumped onto the bed. Sinister walked over to the side of the bed where Sasha took his cock into her mouth. Her full lips stretched over him as he groaned. Getting on the bed behind her, I buried my face in her wet pussy. Licking her swelling clit over and over again, I listened to her soft moans as she sucked and sucked him. She had one of the sweetest cunts I’d ever eaten.
She pulled her mouth away from his cock and groaned loudly. In an instant, I found my face drenched in her juices. She had squirted all over me. I continued to lap her delicious juices making a mental note she was to be punished for coming without permission.
Sinister, however, beat me to it.
“Princess, did you just come?” He wrapped her hair around his fist pulling her mouth back to his cock.
“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”
“It’s Daddy to you, now, Princess. You’re one hell of a cocksucker. But coming without permission isn’t allowed with me. Go ahead and finish me off and I’ll let you know your punishment when I’m done.”
My fingers dug deeply into her ass as I continued running my tongue from her clit to her tight asshole.
I heard slurping, sucking sounds as Sasha was hard at work finishing Sinister. My cock raged as I kept licking her. I was anxious to fuck her hard.
Finally, Sinister lurched forward grabbing Sasha’s head and holding it to his cock. She moaned as he pumped her mouth full of come.
Gagging, she jerked her away white pearly strands of come stringing from her lips.
I slapped her ass hard.
“Now, Ayden, how are we going to punish Princess? She was a bad girl coming on your face without permission.” His voice was low and guttural.
I stood up beside the bed. The scent of her pussy was embedded in my facial hair. I could still smell her. “Orgasm denial, of course.” I smiled.
He nodded. “Maybe a good lashing?” He motioned to the toys I’d laid out on the bed next to her.
“Excellent. Since you’re our guest, you can choose.”
His beefy hand settled on a leather flogger with metal studs on the handle.
“How many times did you come, princess?” I asked coming around to face her as Sinister moved in behind her.
“Five.” Her eyes looked downcast.
Her tits hung lushly as she remained on her hands and knees. I reached to fondle her tits as Sinister lashed her with the flogger.
“Count off!” He ordered.
“Five lashes,” I instructed.
He agreed and lashed at her. The flogger came down in with a swishing sound and smacked onto her flesh.
She cried out loudly. “One!”
Again, the flogger came down on her ass. This time it hit with an even louder smacking sound.
“Two!”
I knew she was getting wetter and wetter. Her orgasm denial would have to start now. I’d fucked her enough times to know she could come from a lashing.
“Three!”
Sinister grunted as I noticed his fingers slip between her legs. He drew them out and put them to his mouth tasting her. “That’s one sweet cunt you have, Princess. I’ll love destroying it later.”
“Four!”
I held her swaying tits in my hands thumbing her hard nipples. “Just a second, Sinister. I want Princess to suck my cock while you lash her. I want to fill her mouth again.”
Even though the room was a suite, with all the action in the room, it felt as though it were getting smaller. I had purposely kept the lights on the dimmer switch so I couldn’t quite see everything that was going on. I couldn’t see the expression on Sinister’s face, but it was safe to assume it was like his name-sinister.
“Fine, Ayden. Princess, you’re not to come again without permission. Is that understood?” To drive his point home, he slapped her on the ass as hard as he could.
She screamed as I took her hair in my fist and forced my cock down her throat. My head fell back as I felt her lips on my cock. The warm wetness of her mouth made me melt. I felt her tongue slither around me.
Every few minutes, Sinister lashed her again with the flogger. Her body jumped, but she kept sucking me.
Finally, my hips thrust forward and I came down her throat. She gagged and tried to pull her mouth away, but I kept her there a moment until I was sure I had pumped every drop of my cum down her throat. “Now, princess, that’s two loads of come down your throat. How much come are we going to dump in your pussy and asshole?” I pulled her up to face me.
“Lots.” She smiled.
“Don’t you come yet, princess. You will only come when we say you may.” I turned the lights up a bit and handed her a bottle of water. After drinking, she fell back on the bed.
“Princess, I want you to rub your pussy for us. I want you to beg us to fuck you. Tell me and Sinister how much you want a cock in your pussy and in your asshole.”
Sasha nodded happily. She spread her legs open wide on the bed. Her tits jiggled as she rubbed her wet pussy. She dipped her fingers in and out of her sweet hole. “I want you, Daddy Ayden. I want you to fuck my little pussy with your huge cock. I want Daddy Sinister to fuck my asshole.”
“How do you want us to fuck you princess?”
“As hard as you can.”
Watching her finger herself made my cock rock hard again. I didn’t have to look at Sinister to know his was hard too.
“I’m going to lie down on the bed, princess. I want you to sit on my cock with your wet, hot pussy. Then Sinister is going to fuck your asshole at the same time.”
She got up and allowed me to lie down.
I looked up at her as she spread her wet pussy over my throbbing cock. As she sank down on me, I felt her tight pussy grip my cock. Her tits appeared enormous as they hung directly over my face. I felt Sinister grab her tiny waist.
She cried out loudly as he entered her tight asshole. I reached up to squeeze her tits as he ground deeply into her asshole. She was being stretched to the hilt. I sucked on her nipples as she round up and down my cock.
“I can’t take it, Daddy.” She cried as we both churned our cocks inside her at the same time.
“What can’t you take, Princess?” I asked.
“I want to come!” She ground herself down on me. Her tits bounced with the force of his fucking.
“Not until we do. We’re going to both come inside you. Then you can come.”
She moaned biting her lip.
He grunted. I could feel him thrust deeper into her. She cried out as he came deep into her asshole. Seconds later, I felt my own orgasm thunder down upon me as I pumped my come into her pussy. “Now, princess,” I ordered.
Uttering an almost primal scream, Sasha came while we were both inside her. I could feel her juices ooze out onto my cock.
I could feel myself falling deep into the abyss. I was so far gone I didn’t think anyone could ever get me out.
My fingers flew to my throat to fondle the gold cross around my neck.
Not even God.