Dark Descent into Desire

by J. J. Sorel

  “He would’ve bludgeoned the information out of some poor local if it wasn’t you.”

  She winced.

  “I’m sorry.” I smiled sympathetically. “I shouldn’t talk about him.”

  “It’s helping. I need to know that I’m not responsible for what happened. He was such a savage.” She held her arms.

  I nodded gravely. “At least now my mother’s free of him.”

  “I can understand why she went into hiding.”

  I undid my robe and joined her in bed. Penelope’s body was so soft, warm, and fragrant that my mind filled with the promise of bliss as I pushed the ugly memory of Jack Blackburn away.

  Our lips touched. Her mouth trembled. It felt chaste, honest, and uncertain. My tongue gently parted her soft lips and coiled around her tongue, raising my temperature. The heat of passion took over.

  My hand slid under her silky nightie, where her heavy breasts jiggled provocatively in my hands. Blood drained from my brain and engorged my cock.

  I sucked her ripe nipples—which tasted like cherries—and teased them with my teeth. Her warm silky thighs puckered under my roaming hands. I reached her cunt, and her need to be touched drenched my finger.

  “Penelope,” I rasped.

  “Blake,” she returned with a sigh as she opened her legs wider. I buried my head under the covers and found her inflamed and hot. She tasted different. She was always arousing, but there was a new flavor that probably had something to do with anxiety. I ravished her until she poured everything out, and the bitter musky flavor turned sweet and creamy.

  I entered her with my finger. “You feel exquisite. I’m dying to be inside of you,” I whispered.

  Placing the head of my cock between her folds, I penetrated her in one hungry thrust.

  Her lips parted and a moan issued forth.

  “I want you on top.” Holding her, I swung her around.

  Her hair was out and wild. Her tits bounced up and down. Her supple pelvis thrusted like a dancer possessed, taking all of me, until I couldn’t hold my release any further. Her lips parted, releasing a tormented sigh, which was followed by my own jaw-clenching growl.

  The climb to the summit had been excruciatingly mind-blowing. Had I died after that release I would have left with a smile. But I needed more of her. I’d become greedy. The more we fucked, the more I craved Penelope.

  “I love you,” I gasped, pouring out everything I had, which was more than just sperm.

  56

  * * *

  PENELOPE

  WE WERE BACK AT Mayfair, and after pouring himself another shot of whisky, Blake said, “I hate how I’ve dragged you into this ugly world of mine.”

  “I’m stronger than you think.” I took a sip of my G&T. “I lost count of the times I found my mother unconscious, my heart in my mouth while I searched for a pulse.”

  Pity touched his eyes. “Oh, Penny. That’s awful.”

  “I’m not looking for sympathy. I just need you to know that I’m fine. I’m more worried about you.”

  He slumped into a brocaded armchair and stretched out his long legs. “If you’re well, I’m well.” His smile splashed some much-needed warmth over me. “For a while there, I thought you’d leave me. I wouldn’t have blamed you. Only…” He took a breath.

  “Only?”

  “It would have broken me.” His mouth lifted at one end, as though he was admitting to weakness.

  “I’m not going anywhere, Mr. Sinclair,” I said, trying to make light of an intense moment. Then I grew serious. “I’m too deeply involved with you.” I sat on his lap and placed my arm around him. A sad smile made his handsome face beautiful. I wanted to stroke him as a mother would, only I felt his hardness under my thigh, and he reverted to being that sexy, hot-blooded male I’d become greedy for.

  “We have no control over our family,” I said.

  “No. The only control we have over our past is to hide from it.”

  “Or keep it secretly locked away.” I was referring to his sexual history—a subject Blake evaded.

  “There’s only ever been you, Penny. Remember that.” His eyes softened, and the makings of a smile touched his lips. Lifting me up, he carried me over to the bed.

  “I need to see you naked. Take off your top, and play with your tits for me.”

  Smirking, I tilted my head. “Are we going to get dirty?”

  He unzipped his trousers and dropped them. His strong athletic legs and that large bulge tenting from briefs aroused a burning swell of desire.

  “Yes.” He lowered his briefs.

  I unclasped my bra, and his eyes hooded. I played with my breasts, giggling. It still felt a little awkward, but it aroused me nevertheless, especially when Blake touched his inflamed penis.

  “Is this working?” I asked.

  “You have no idea how hot you are. Remove your panties, and open your legs for me.”

  His bossy tone and heavy breathing registered straight to my pussy.

  “Keep touching yourself,” he said.

  I did as I was told and stroked my throbbing clit.

  He licked his lips. “Fuck yourself with your finger. Slowly.”

  While he fondled my breasts, I entered myself. An aching burn sizzled through me as he sucked my nipples. I released my muscles, and a warm, toe-curling wave flooded me.

  “Your face looks beautiful when you come,” he murmured.

  I took his hard, veiny dick in my hand and licked my lips. I lowered myself and placed the wet head in my mouth, moving my lips slowly up and down his shaft. He groaned as my tongue flicked over his creamy head.

  “I’m going to come pretty quickly,” he warned, breathing heavily.

  I increased the speed and pressure of my mouth. His long dick made me gag, but I persisted, moving his steel-hard shaft in and out while holding onto the thick base.

  I caressed his hardened balls, and semen spurted onto my tongue.

  “Penny,” he gasped.

  I continued. I wanted to swallow everything he had. He normally pulled out so he could fuck me, but I wanted to take him over the finish line.

  Hot semen gushed to the back of my throat. Blake’s head dropped back, and he groaned.

  I wiped my lips, and he joined me on the bed.

  His heart pounded against my chest. “Where did you learn to do that?”

  “I learned from the best,” I replied.

  His eyebrows gathered. “Careful. I’m possessive.”

  “About my past?” I looked at him. “You’re my first, silly. You know that. But if I’d been blowing guys, you wouldn’t have a right to judge, would you?”

  He grimaced as though I’d hit him. “That’s what makes you so special, Penny. You’ve only ever been with me. You’re mine.”

  “Then tell me about your little adventures.”

  He separated from my hold, rose, and headed to the bottle of whisky. That perfect ass, which I loved to clutch onto, flexed as he moved with the grace of a tiger.

  “Must we go there?”

  “I’m just curious. What happened to your ex-girlfriends? Did you break their hearts? Did you lick them to the point of madness, like you do me?”

  He gulped back a shot, and a deep frown grew. “I went out with a few women at college, but when it all got too heavy, I walked away. Penelope, I’ve never had what we have with any woman. Ever. Know that. This is our little bit of heaven.” He took a breath. “Your taste is exquisite. Your eyes, your curves, your talent, and your brain add up to one perfect woman. A woman I want to spend my life with.”

  His penetrating gaze impregnated my soul. My eyes pooled with tears. It wasn’t just those compliments that made my heart sing, but the way his eyes turned that breathtaking shade of blue whenever he was being sincere.

  “I’d love that,” I answered finally, my throat thick with emotion.

  He tilted his head, as he often did when questioning me. “You’d love what, Penny?”

  “I’d love us to be tog
ether.” My eyes fell into his gaze. “Forever.”

  “Then you’ll marry me?” His frown faded away.

  “Only…”

  He opened his hands. “What?”

  “If I’m to spend my life with you, I need to know about your past. It will eat away at me otherwise.”

  57

  * * *

  BLAKE

  MY FUCKED-UP SEXUAL history was anything but pretty. How can I tell Penelope that I attended orgies where I fucked myself raw? I pictured the ugly, sordid little scenes of debauchery that at the time I’d invested my broken soul in.

  While some used drugs as escape, I’d once used sex.

  I never thought in my wildest dreams that I’d fall in love, let alone hear myself uttering the words, “Will you marry me?”

  It all flashed before me like some low-budget porn movie, only I was the one ramming it in and not some male with a big dick and enough front to fuck for a living.

  “Must we do this?” I sighed, watching her cover herself up. “I was enjoying looking at you.”

  She shook her head. “If we’re to be together, I’d like to know something about your sexual history.”

  “Suffice it to say, I fucked around.” I pulled a contrite smile. “I wasn’t looking for a girlfriend. I’d sworn off ever marrying. But that’s changed because of you.”

  After a gaping pause, she asked, “Do you want children?”

  “I don’t like the idea of sharing you.”

  “What about if I want a child or two?”

  “We could always adopt, I suppose,” I said, tentatively, given that I wasn’t very fond of that idea either.

  “What?” Her face burned with indignation as though I’d suggested eating a cat. “Does the idea of me having your child turn you off?”

  I chose my response carefully. “No. But the world’s overpopulated, Penny. We don’t even recognize parts of the country. It’s dry and orange, where it should be green and lush.”

  She nodded pensively. “So it’s for political reasons that you don’t want children?”

  I puffed out a breath. “To be honest, I’ve never really given it much thought.”

  Her face contorted. “But you have sperm. You’re happy to spray it around…” Penelope paused, and the growing smile on my face dragged her in for a chuckle. Unfortunately, she reverted to earnestness again. “You know what I mean.”

  “Darling, this is the twenty-first century. We have contraception. We have choices.”

  “Choices? Like terminations?”

  “That’s a woman’s choice, and she’s got a right to make that call. Penny, I love you.” I held out my hands, hoping that the interrogation would end there.

  A gentle smile touched her lips. “And I love you, Blake. But I’m going to want to have a child one day.”

  It was only natural that someone as caring as Penelope would want to give birth. It was pure idealism thinking that I could marry this unique and beautiful woman and keep her to myself.

  “Then maybe we can come to an arrangement,” I said.

  “Meaning?”

  “Just give me a few years. We can travel. Enjoy the world. I mean you’re about to turn twenty-four, Penny. There is time.”

  Her frown faded, and she moved close and hugged me. “Thank you.”

  “So is that a yes?” I asked.

  She drew out of my arms. “Only after you tell me how many girlfriends you’ve had.”

  My spirit deflated. “Why are you doing this to me? I’m fucking exhausted.”

  She smiled sympathetically. “Okay. You’re off the hook for now. But I will want to know.”

  Penelope removed her shirt, and I joined her on the bed. My dick sprang to action as my hands felt her warmth again. “Can we get a little dirty?”

  Wearing a cheeky grin, she replied, “Why naturally.”

  * * *

  THE FOLLOWING DAY, I turned on the internet and found images of Fox plastered everywhere. He’d been outed much to my relief.

  My phone buzzed. “James.”

  “They’ve caught him. A few names are missing, though. I think they’re all going to be shitting themselves,” he said.

  “What about the royal? Has he been exposed?”

  “I don’t know. I’ve just heard whispers. Rumors. He wasn’t present that one time I visited the island.”

  “That will now hopefully end there.” I sighed. “I could use a break from drama. It’s been one hell of a month. One hell of year, really. And one hell of a life.”

  “Are we going to get philosophical? If so, we need to meet at the club,” he said.

  “Sure. Why not? I’m half an hour away, if you like.”

  “I’ll see you there. The hair of the dog.” He chuckled. “I hit it hard last night.”

  “Tell me something new.”

  He laughed.

  I set my cell down and cast my attention to the sketch pad that Penelope had left behind. Wavering at first, I wondered if she’d mind me looking. I flicked the cover over anyhow. Although the darkly contorted faces made me wince, her considerable talent astounded me.

  I turned the page and found studies of me. She’d never asked me to pose, but I’d seen her doodling away on occasions, peering up at me and smiling, then lowering her head again. My remote expression had a bite of darkness. The mirror had never shown me that face before. Nevertheless, her drawing was disturbingly accurate, because she’d captured me. I recognized my soul in that veiled stare. I’m not sure what disturbed me the most—that I’d been so transparent or that Penelope saw me that way.

  After calling my mother to see how she was, I grabbed my jacket and headed to the club. I hadn’t been there for a while. And after this visit, it would be sometime again because I had a surprise in store for Penelope: I’d booked us a trip to Italy.

  The waiter nodded. “Mr. Sinclair.”

  I returned the greeting and headed over to James at our little corner table by the window.

  “Ah… there you are.” He saluted, back to his cheery self. He waited for me to be seated. “A single malt?”

  “Sure.”

  “You’re looking well, Blake.”

  “I feel good. I’ve asked Penelope to marry me.”

  His eyebrows merged. “Now that I wasn’t expecting. What happened to your staunch bachelor forever ambition?”

  “I’m no longer that man. And”— I splayed my hands— “I’m happy.”

  “How long’s it been?”

  “Six months.”

  “That’s not that long, you know. Why not cohabit and see how that goes?”

  “We’re already doing that. We’ve become inseparable. And what’s more, I like it, as I do the thought of marrying her. It feels natural. It feels right.”

  “What have you done with that hardened cynic, Blake Sinclair?”

  I laughed. “I have to pinch myself sometimes. She’s even talked me into having children.”

  His hissed grimace made me chuckle. “Speaking of which…”

  James’s mood suddenly changed.

  “Don’t tell me Lilly’s expecting?”

  He nodded solemnly.

  “You’re not happy about it?” I asked.

  “It’s too soon. I’m not sure what to do.” He exhaled.

  “I can imagine.”

  “Also, my parents don’t approve of Lilly.” He pulled a mock smile. “Rather predictable, really. They think she’s too common.”

  “But you don’t feel that way, do you?”

  “Lilly’s not cultured or educated like some in my circle. But she’s funny, sharp-witted, and brighter than me most of the time. She thinks Kierkegaard is something out of Ikea.” He chuckled. “But she always beats me at chess and backgammon.” He sniffed.

  “Then she’s bright,” I said.

  “Yeah. And to be honest, I’m not looking for a girl I can sit and talk politics or philosophy with. That’s why I’ve got you.” He touched my arm.

  “It w
as a bit touch and go there for a minute,” I admitted.

  “I hope you’ve forgiven me. You have, haven’t you?”

  “I’m still wary. But I haven’t forgotten your support at college. You didn’t judge me like the others. You were a constant friend. I only hope there are no more surprises.” I raised an eyebrow.

  “No. That’s about as bad as I’ve been. Illegally speaking.” His mouth turned up at one end. “I swear, I didn’t know her age. I puked when I found out.”

  “Let’s leave it behind us, shall we?”

  He smiled. “That calls for another drink, I think.”

  He clicked for the waiter.

  “Leave the bottle,” he instructed.

  James poured me out a large measure.

  “Steady. It’s only five o’clock,” I said.

  “Are you moderating your habits?”

  “I probably need to. It’s been a big year.” I lifted a brow. “So, back to Lilly.”

  He nodded grimly. “I’m really super attracted. When we broke up that time, I pined for her. And she’s living with me. I mean, I’ve never done that before.”

  I thought about this. “She’s your partner, James. She’s living with you. Any moment, she’ll have connubial rights.”

  “Don’t I know it.” He took a solemn sip before adding, “It’s not the money. It’s just that I’m not ready for fatherhood. And after a baby’s born, a woman’s body…” He opened his hands. “You know what I mean?”

  I sipped my whisky in contemplation. “I read somewhere that love changes us. And to be honest, the sex I had before Penelope was ordinary at best. Sex with strangers didn’t give me that much pleasure in the end.”

  He nodded wistfully. “Lilly and I have amazing chemistry. I haven’t had that before.”

  “Well then, you’re in love,” I declared.

  “Maybe. To be honest, if she wasn’t pregnant, I’d be really happy to keep things as they are. It’s nice coming home and smelling a roast cooking. Lilly’s a great cook. And she bakes.” He shook his head in disbelief. “Homemade bread. The other day, she whipped up a Black Forest cake. Hell. Now, that takes some skill. And I nearly ate the whole lot in one go.” He smiled.