Seventy Four
Ayden
With trembling hands, I tried to hold the syringe. I didn’t know if I could do it anymore. Still, the dope sickness was setting in. I couldn’t endure a minute more of that.
I dumped the contents of the balloon into the spoon. My hands trembled so badly I could hardly hold it. I held the lighter beneath it I waited for the contents to liquefy. Filling the syringe, I began the tedious search for a strong vein to shoot into.
The only vein I could find was near my groin. I already had a terrible abscess there which I hid from Sasha with a bandage citing I’d cut myself. She hadn’t believed me, but chose not to question me. I hated using that abscessed vein, but it was the only way. I pushed my balls to the side as the abscess opened up like a huge gaping mouth to accept the contents of the syringe.
Immediately, the bathroom door flew open. Sasha stood there her mouth agape. “Ayden! I thought you said you were clean now!”
I nearly dropped the needle, but my need was too strong as I plunged the dope right into my vein.
Instant relief.
Sasha stepped back from the doorway. Her face was a clear picture of disgust. “Ayden, I told you I couldn’t stay with you if you were using.” She shook her head. Her long brown hair fell across her face.
I groaned unable to focus. The dope was good, great even. “Sasha, I’m sorry. I want to stay clean. I just couldn’t.” My voice broke off. Everything was becoming hazy. Her face was fading from my sight.
I fell forward onto the floor. Gripping the sink, I tried to stand up.
Sasha reached out to help me to my feet. “Ayden, I hate to see you like this.” Her lips brushed my forehead as she helped to the bed.
“I’m fine. I’m better than fine…” my voice trailed off as I relished the high.
I fell back onto the bed watching the patterns dance on the ceiling.
Her hand felt cooling on my hot flesh. I knew she was going to leave. Opening my mouth, I wanted to tell her how sorry I was. I knew I was a huge disappointment to her. The way I was lying about with my clothes plastered to me with perspiration, my goatee grown out into a full beard, there was no way she still wanted me.
Hell, I wouldn’t have wanted me.
“Sasha, I’m sorry,” I whispered.
Her full lips pressed against my cheek. Tears coursed down both our faces. “I’m sorry too, Ayden. You mean a lot to me.”
I wanted to grab her and pull her into my arms. I was consumed with the desire to just hold her close to me.
But I couldn’t.
The smack wouldn’t let me.
“You know what you need to do to keep me. I can help you through treatment.”
I shook my head feeling my tears saturating my shirt. “No, I can’t yet. I’ve done the rehab thing. It doesn’t work for me.”
“Then what does?”
“I don’t know. Just go, Sasha. Leave me be.”
“Ayden, I don’t want to leave you like this. Look, I’ll give you one more chance to get clean.” Her hand lingered on my chest.
I reached up to clasp her hand. I could feel everything fading away from me. At that moment, I didn’t care. I couldn’t care. All I could feel was the dope sinking deep into my veins.
Heroin was my lover now.
And she was a demanding, jealous whore.
There wasn’t room for anyone else.
Ash was going to be here soon, but I couldn’t bring myself to move from the bathroom floor. I hoped I’d be awake when he got here.
Hearing the doorbell, I rolled over on the bathroom floor. Jumping up, I splashed cold water on my face. I yanked a set of clothes on before answering the door.
Ash walked right inside without noticing my reddened eyes. “I don’t understand, Ayden. Why do you let this guy live with you?” Ash surveyed the cottage, noting Sinister’s leather jacket slung over the couch.
“Because he’s like a brother, Ash.”
“I thought I was your brother, Ayden.”
I rolled my eyes. I fumbled in the drawer for a cigarette. Lighting it, I shrugged. “You are, Ash, but he was my brother before you were.”
“You’re smoking again?” He didn’t hide the disdain in his voice.
Shit, I wondered what he’d think about if I knew I was using again. “Sometimes. It’s my house,” I said defensively taking a long drag.
“Of course.” Ash sank down on the leather couch. Even though I’d furnished the tiny seaside cottage with elaborate decorations, it still couldn’t compare to Ash’s lavish home. “So, why is he here?”
I sighed crushing the butt in the ashtray. “It’s a long story, Ash. He was my friend in prison.”
“Oh, I see. An ex-con?”
I cringed at the judgement I saw in his eyes. “Yes, he’s an ex-con. So am I.”
“But you’re different. You told me how you came about to end up in prison. It’s completely understandable given your traumatic past.”
“Ash, I’m not the only one who’s suffered through a terrible childhood. Sinister’s life made mine look like a fucking fairy tale.”
“So, what’s his story? Did his mom beat him? Was she a hooker like ours? Did he grow up without a dad?”
I shook my head. I couldn’t stand the fucking judgmental tone he had. “No, Ash, his dad was around.”
“Then what?”
“His dad stabbed his mother to death. He found her when he was barely 13 years old.”
He stopped for a moment. “That’s terrible, but you don’t owe him a thing because of his horrible past. You don’t owe him anything because he helped you in prison.”
I threw my hands up. “You don’t get it. Yes, I do owe him. That’s the way it works.”
“But you gave him a place to stay for a few months when he got out. You’ve repaid your debt. Now let him move on.”
I sighed. Ash just wasn’t going to let this go. Still, he had a point. I’d been wanting Sinister to leave for a few weeks now. He wasn’t a good influence on me and I no longer wanted to share Sasha with him. “For your information, I do plan to ask him to leave.”
“When?”
“Soon.”
Ash finally noticed the way I was dressed. “I told you I was bringing you into the office with me today. Go put on a suit.”
Thankful he hadn’t noticed my bloodshot eyes, I ran to change. Moments later, we were on our way to Ash’s office in the city. I was so excited to be working with my brother. I was ready to do anything to impress him.
That night Sasha arrived home to find me completely sober. She was skeptical of my sobriety, but when I told her of my plans to work with Ash she was convinced I’d stay sober if for nothing else than to impress my brother. She was then so happy she pleaded with me to let her play with both Sinister and me. Against my better judgement, I allowed it.
When the door to the bedroom swung open, I caught a glimpse of her wearing a tight black bustier and black panties complete with a garter belt and stockings, I knew I’d made the wrong choice. She was still very much into playing with us both.
“Hi, Daddy Sinister, Daddy Ayden.” She batted her long lashes at us both.
Sinister caught my eye and winked. “Looks like our little girl is ready for some fun, don’t you think, Donovan?”
I licked my lips as I stared at the way her tits jiggled as she moved towards the bed. “She sure does. Are you ready, Princess?”
“Of course, Daddy.”
I dimmed the lights as Sasha assumed the position on the bed. Her firm ass was thrust up in the air. I ran my hands over her dusky flesh. She moaned as Sinister drew his pants down in front of her.
Eagerly, she pulled his hard cock from his pants. The tip of her tongue flicked out as she caught the pearly white drop of precum from his meaty head. I stood behind her. My fingers quickly found her pussy which had already soaked her panties. I pulled them to the side as I strummed her clit.
She took Sinister’s cock in her fist as she sucked him long and hard.
I took her legs and spread them further apart. The temperature in the room was rising. I could smell the sweet musk from her delicious pussy. “She’s a great cocksucker, isn’t she, Sinister?”
He laughed nodding.
“Good girl, Princess.” I ran my hands over her long silky hair. Yanking her panties off, I slapped her ass hard with the palm of my hand. Kneeling down, I let my tongue slide over her pussy. Her lips were sweet and pink as I sucked them.
Sasha wiggled her ass as she reared back onto my tongue.
I slapped her ass again relishing the sound of my hand striking her skin. “You like that, Princess? You like me spanking your ass? Or sucking that cock?”
“Both,” she murmured between sucks.
As I watched her suck his cock, a strange feeling began to overtake me. Suddenly, I felt as though I couldn’t stand to see her taking another man’s dick in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around his length making me more and more upset.
Was it possible I had deeper feelings for her than I thought I did?
Brushing it aside, I took a leather flogger out of the toy box. I lashed her hard with it as she cried out.
“Panther!” She uttered the safe word.
This time I stopped immediately. “What’s wrong, Princess?”
She whimpered as she turned to me. One glance at her bright red flesh oozing a trickle of blood answered my question.
“That hurt. I don’t want you to do that again,” she stated firmly.
“Maybe he wants to.” Sinister growled.
I shook my head. “Daddy won’t do that again, Princess.” I tossed the flogger aside and got behind her. Both Sinister and I began kissing down her body each of us squeezing one of her breasts as she moaned with pleasure. Perspiration broke out on my back as the room became hotter and hotter. My fingers rubbed her clit as his finger dove deep into her wet pussy. She cried out loudly as we both pressed on to satisfy her. With my fingers furiously rubbing her clit and his fingers deep inside her, she came quickly drenching our hands.
Grabbing her by the back of the neck, I pushed her down on the bed so that she was on all fours. “Do you want both your holes filled, Princess?” I asked feeling my cock swell at the thought.
“Oh yes, please.” She moaned.
I motioned for Sinister to get beneath her. She straddled him as his muscular arms encircled her tiny waist. Grabbing a bottle of lube, I squirted a generous amount on her asshole before rubbing the tip of my cock on it. Pushing forward, I filled her tight ass feeling it grip my cock firmly.
As soon as Sinister sunk his cock inside her pussy, there was an immediate tightening. The two of us slowly churned our cocks inside her feeling her body tense up as she squirmed with pleasure.
“Princess, tell us how much you want us to fill you with our cum!” I commanded. As soon as the words escaped my lips, I regretted them. It was like I couldn’t stand to hear her beg for another man’s come.
“Fill me with your cum, please,” she begged as I kneaded her breasts in my hands.
There was something much deeper between us.
I felt him jerking beneath her. She became tighter on my cock as she cried out. I could feel her pulsing with orgasm as he came. I still hadn’t come yet. I continued thrusting deep inside her ass even after he pulled out of her. I couldn’t finish though. My cock ached with frustration.
“Daddy Ayden, what’s wrong?” Sasha asked as I pulled out immediately leaving for the bathroom.
I cleaned up yanking on a pair of shorts before coming out. “I’m fine, princess.” I kissed her quickly on the cheek.
Sinister laid next to her the sheet covering his nudity.
Just seeing him there filled me with revulsion. There was no doubt about it I wanted him gone.
Out of our bed and our lives.
I sighed as I lit a cigarette.
Sinister caught my eye and I gestured for him to leave us.
“I’ve got some things to do. I’ll be back later.”
After he left, Sasha caught my hand. “Daddy, what’s wrong?”
“Sasha, you don’t always have to call me that. Playtime is over. Just call me Ayden.”
She reached for my cock which had gone down. “You didn’t finish. Let me help you.”
I pushed her away. “Not now. Maybe later.”
“What’s wrong?”
Shaking my head, I finished dressing. I didn’t want to talk about it just yet. I needed some time. “We’ll talk later, okay?”
She smiled quickly dressing. “I don’t know what’s wrong, but tell me later.”
After she left, I went to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of whiskey. As much as I enjoyed Macallan, Ash’s signature drink, I preferred the taste of Jameson.
Why had Sinister fucking Sasha bothered me so much? Before I even asked myself, I knew the answer.
I was falling for her.
The thought terrified me. I hadn’t loved anyone, truly loved anyone since Trish died. I had thought I loved Amber, but now after realizing what Sasha and I had, I knew I’d only been obsessed with Amber.
With a sinking feeling, I knew what I felt for Sasha was real. My initial idea was to keep what we had as fun and games. Introducing Sinister was my way of doing that. Now I just wanted him gone. I wanted Sasha for myself. I wanted us to be alone together.
I sighed deeply finishing the liquor. I didn’t want to be dealing with all these feelings while I was struggling to stay clean every day. Was love something I wanted? Would it help me stay sober or make me plunge further into addiction?