Sixty Seven
Ayden
A few weeks later found me deep in the black abyss. Sinister had brought several bags of smack home. I tried, oh how I tried, to resist, but once he started cooking up, I knew within moments I was back.
Back into the black pit of despair.
One day, Sinister caught me frantically cleaning up the used needles and throwing away the blackened spoons. “Where’s the fire, Donovan?”
“Don’t call me that,” I hissed.
“What you want me to call you Blackthorne? Sorry, man, I can’t do it. You’ll always be Donovan to me.”
I ignored him as I took a wet cloth and ran it over the table top.
“What the fuck are you doing, Donovan?”
“Ash said something about stopping by. I don’t want him to see I’m using again.”
Sinister roared with laughter. “I guess he won’t notice this, then?” He grabbed my arm decorated with fresh track marks.
Jerking away from him, I pulled my sleeve down. “No, not if I keep the sleeve down.”
Sinister stood in front of me blocking my way. He reached out to take the gold cross I wore between his fingers. “So, you think you’ve been redeemed? Born again, is that it?”
I shrugged. I was beginning to have serious doubts about having him stay with me. I’d made a promise to myself and my dead father that I would stay clean and try and lead a productive life.
But look at me.
I was trying desperately to hide the evidence of the drug binge I’d been on the past weekend with Sinister. “Leave me alone, man.” I brushed his hand from me.
“Donovan, let’s face it. You and I are two of a kind. People like us don’t fucking change. So you can wear your little gold cross and pretend to your rich bitch asshole brother that you’ve changed, but you’re still the same shit stain junkie from the streets just like me.”
His words reverberated throughout the house.
Never change, never change.
What the fuck did he know? I was about to tell him off, to tell him to get the fuck out of my house when I glanced down at the angry, red track marks on my arm.
I hadn’t changed.
Not at all.
I pushed past Sinister and went into my bedroom.
Sasha was lying curled up on the bed sleeping like an angel. Her wrists were various shades of blue and purple from the tight restraints. Red lashes decorated her beautiful ass from last night’s whipping.
Administered solely by me.
And she’d called out the safe word twice before I stopped.
I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My hazel eyes were rimmed with red.
Undoing the clasp on the chain, I let the gold cross drop to the dresser. There was no hope for me.
I’d been let out of prison and sought vengeance.
But found redemption.
Wicked redemption.
Her long brown hair draped across her body brushing her nipples as she tossed her head back. We stood in awe of her beauty watching her fingers fly over her pink clit swollen and aching. Seeing how wet she was with her juices dripping from her fingers, we both stood at the ready to ravish her.
Nodding to him, I moved towards her. Cupping her firm, full tits from behind, I relished the feel of them. My thumbs brushed her nipples causing her to squeal with pleasure. He stood in front of her kissing her neck and rubbing her wet pussy.
“Are you ready, Princess?” I asked pushing my hard cock against her firm ass. He pressed his heavily muscled body against her breasts his hard cock pushing against her pussy.
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered.
Pulling her back, she fell against the mattress. I pulled her legs wide open as he knelt in front of her. Viciously, I pulled her pussy lips open for him to lick her clit.
Over and over again, he sucked her clit into his mouth. I watched the erotic scene as I felt my cock swell. His face was glazed with her juices as I held her tits in my hands squeezing them as I kissed her neck. With his thumbs, he pinned her pussy open so his tongue could slide deep inside her tight pink hole.
Reaching down, I pushed his head further down so that he could finger her cunt while I rubbed her clit. She cried out loudly her body jerking as she came her juices drenching my fingers and his face.
Winding her long brown hair around my fist, I kissed her mouth hard before whispering in her ear.
“Turn over.”
Immediately, she complied flipping over onto her hands and knees. Her body was magnificent to behold. Seeing her firm, tanned ass, her tiny waist, and her tits hanging lushly made my cock so fucking hard I could scarcely stand it.
Pulling her ass cheeks apart, I held them open so we could both see her pink asshole.
Without a moment’s hesitation, he buried his face in her ass. His tongue snaked out to lap against her tight hole. I watched for a moment before rubbing my hard cock across her lips.
“Suck it,” I ordered.
She wrapped her lips around my cock licking my length running her mouth down my shaft. My head fell back as I groaned. She took my cock all the way down to my balls stopping to take each one in her mouth before licking her way back up my shaft. I shivered as she gave my swelling head an extra-long suck. My cock throbbed painfully.
“Fuck her asshole.” I commanded reaching over to grab a bottle of lube. Taking my cock out of her mouth, I poured a generous amount of lube across her asshole watching it drip to the bed below. He smiled as he pushed his thick cock into her asshole. She cried out and as soon as she opened her mouth, I shoved my cock inside.
He fucked her tight ass and she sucked my cock. I could feel her coming as her body tensed and she began to tremble. She squeezed my balls as she came. He thrusted deep inside her grunting. I filled her mouth with my cum feeling it sliding down her throat.
Just a typical day.