Saint's Sacrament - Sins of the Father

by Laveen, Tiana

  Without saying another word, he changed the music to something more upbeat to help relax his revved libido. The Time’s “777-9311” came on as he swerved back onto the road, his tires skidding along the path. Like a fine-tuned hearing aid, he could hear her accelerated, uneven breathing. His hearing was so keen at that instant, he heard her soft swallows and upon glancing at her, he could detect a thin gathering of sweat along her brow…as if he were inside of her body like a baby, a fetus capable of hearing all of his mother’s bodily percussions. Even the way her inner thighs grinded together in her seat had percussion. Her hand rested lazily on her heaving breasts as she looked at him in awe. He couldn’t help but smile as he revved the engine, gunning the speed…

  That should keep her busy for a minute…

  Saint remained quiet until they reached the hotel almost thirty minutes later. She reached for her door; he gently moved her hand away.

  “Just stay right there, I’ve got this. We’re getting valet, just sit tight.” Soon, a man dressed in a black and white starched suit was at her side. He opened the large car door and let her out, hooking his arm around hers. Saint handed the man a wad of crisp cash and took her hand, intertwining their fingers as the double glass doors opened automatically, showcasing a large gold chandelier with hundreds of tear-dropped shaped crystals catching prisms of rainbows in their web of light. An open bistro café and expensive gift shop were nearby, full of trinkets and emergency items, triple priced their actual worth.

  “Um, I want to tell you that I usually don’t do this,” she muttered as she nervously dug in her purse while they entered the ivory and stone lobby. I was just—”

  Saint put up his free hand as they waited for the skeleton night crew to check them in.

  “You don’t owe me an explanation and there’s no need to paint yourself as a good girl. We’re grown. I discovered you and liked what I saw.” He shot her another slow, lust filled glance. “And now here we are. I see nothing wrong with that.”

  Just then a Japanese woman entered and stood behind the counter. A fax machine buzzed behind her as she greeted the two with a smile. She surveyed the woman on the sly, then her gaze landed back on Saint.

  “Hi, I’d like a room please.” Saint leisurely removed his wallet from his pocket. “I want your best suite tonight.”

  “Certainly, sir. We have two really nice suites available. There is a convention going on, so some are taken but I believe you will be quite happy about your choices.” She paused as she read silently from a computer in front of her. “One features a large Jacuzzi in the middle of the room, three bedrooms, and the master suite has a spectacular view. The other has two bedrooms, a large kitchen and—”

  “I’ll take the one with the tub, thank you.” He checked the time and slid his credit card out of his wallet, placing it in the woman’s hand.

  “Wow, this is fancy.” His date looked around in amazement. “Do you bring all of your women here?” she taunted. Her smile soon faded as Saint greeted her back with a scowl.

  I know you’ve got some million-dollar pussy…especially with all this dough I’m shelling out tonight.

  “No more questions.” He huffed.

  “Here you are, sir. There are your keys and a menu. We have twenty-four hour room service and please let us know if you need anything.” The woman smiled at him, her grin plastered on and designed for sales and marketing. She was a natural.

  Saint tucked the key card away in the inside of his jacket. “Thank you.” He waved goodbye and took his date’s hand once again, leading her to the glass-enclosed elevators. Soon, he was ushering her inside the plush, romantic room for two…

  ~***~

  Saint’s eyes immediately gravitated toward the bed in the center of the spherical room with a domed, high ceiling. Luxurious velvet in romantic shades of raspberry, light gold and rich navy blue complemented the Arabic style composition of the bed set in the center of the room. She took slow steps toward it, heels clicking against the white flagstone flooring. She looked up at the ceiling that was covered in stretched dark raspberry fabric with hanging low-lit lanterns flickering like lightening bugs in honey jars. As he loosened the first button of his shirt, she coyly glanced over her shoulder at him then ran graceful fingers down the wooden foot post before moving to the arched floor to ceiling window. With the curtains partially drawn, the nighttime became art. Twinkling, vibrant lights in the inky sky and the city canvas welcomed them into their seductive embrace.

  “So,” she turned toward him, feet crossed, hands clasped together as she leaned casually against the wall. “Here we are.”

  “Get undressed,” he demanded, now in his black, form fitting Jockey boxer-briefs that hugged his cock and balls for her viewing pleasure. He ran his index finger and thumb lightly along the length of his underwear, pleased with her expression as she scanned the ever growing hidden python between his legs. And just like that, her facial expression relaxed and he leaned back casually against the opposite wall, crossing his arms and ankles as the sexy vixen stripped down to only a lacy pair of black panties, then pulled those down, too, and let it puddle around her ankles that sparkled with jewelry.

  “Nice anklets.” He walked casually toward the bed and stood before it, giving it a hearty nudge to check its firmness. He scanned the vast room. Off to his far left was an open area framed by four golden pillars that surrounded an enormous tub, the rim circled with large white rose petals. He approached it, ran his finger along the sparkling silver fixtures then turned on the faucet. The burst of water sounded like a loud crash against the backdrop of their quiet heartbeats.

  Without saying a word, he reached out and motioned to her to go to him. Like a skittish kitten, she approached, one foot in front of the other until she stood on the opposite side of the basin, looking down into the crystal clear water as the jets bellowed out bursts of warm water.

  “So, I thought we were here just to have sex. You want to wash my back, too?” she joked as she dipped her fingertips into the bubbling ripples. Saint stood straight, hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his underwear and removed them, casting them aside. He leaned over and shut the water off, allowing the jets to simmer on low.

  “I don’t know you. I don’t know who you are, where you’ve been or what you’ve been doing. I’m funny about things like that. If I’m going to fuck a stranger, she is going to be clean and the only way to be sure of that is to do it myself. Now get in.”

  She hissed and crossed her arms angrily, pressing her large breasts flush to her body.

  “You are a real piece of shit, you know that? If I wasn’t already naked I’d walk the hell out of here.”

  Saint laughed lightly and approached her, took her gently by the elbow and ushered her into the bathtub. “You mean if your pussy wasn’t wet and you didn’t want to sample me, right?”

  “I don’t know how anyone could tolerate you for more than one hour.” She rolled her eyes and stepped into the water. “You’re not all that…” she said insincerely as she got comfortable, moving her arms slowly about as if it were a swimming pool.

  “You obviously like what you see.”

  “There’s nothing special about you.”

  “Well then why do you keep staring at my dick and licking your damned lips?” She turned away, but he didn’t miss the smile on her face as he joined her inside the tub. Leaning back across from her, he laid back lazily, arms outstretched and hands hanging loosely like leaves about to fall from stretched branches. He cracked a smile as the warmth clung to his pores, making him feel safe, making him feel cocooned. He closed his eyes briefly, then ran a hand over his face as he cocked his head to the side, sporting a wide grin.

  “What?” she asked, matching his relaxed expression.

  “You are fucking amazing…so beautiful. I like your hair.” He pointed at her. He lowered his gaze to her breasts, now glistening from the fresh water sloshing slowly about. “You have really nice breasts, too. None of that fake shit.
I don’t like fake tits. They’re not soft. I need something I can snuggle up close to and suck as hard as I wish…”

  “Big boobs eventually sag…but I love my tits, too.” She cracked a smile while running her index finger seductively over the budding, dark nipple.

  Saint slicked his tongue over his top lip, shrugged and turned away, then looked back toward her, his cock throbbing from the sight of her hand still resting on the tender, moist flesh. “You should. I plan to show them some appreciation.”

  “So you’re a breast man?”

  “I like it all. Breasts, ass, legs, hair. They all turn me on.” His hazy vision caught her fingers thumbing her own nipples, arousing him more. “I like the feel of a natural breast, the softness…the way the nipple starts lax, then hardens to my touch.” He moved toward her, grabbed a nearby folded washcloth and cupped her left breast. Trickles of water ran down the sweet, dark caramel flesh. He lightly circled it with the cloth, his thumb sliding over the erect nipple. She moaned as, he slid his other hand around her neck and brought her to him, pressing his body to hers. The water swilled around them while beneath the surface, he found home between her thick thighs.. He kept that damn hand on her tit, working it, and fixed his eyes on hers before discarding the washcloth and disappearing under the water. Her muffled cries pleased him as he gripped her inner thighs, and stared under the current at the reddened, fleshy slash between her legs. He popped back up, a wide grin on his face.

  “What the hell are you doin’? This isn’t the swimming Olympics.”

  Saint laughed and ran a hand over his hair, forcing it back away from his face. He leaned against her again, pushing his hand against the wall behind her and lowering his lips to her neck. She purred, oh she purred so loud as he moved the washcloth over her stomach in slow circles. After a few moments, he stopped to apply a dab of strawberries and cream shower gel to the cloth. He went over her temple from head to toe, minus the pussy…

  “Now,” he cleared his throat as he folded the cloth over and placed it on the side of the tub, “let’s get your cookie clean.”

  “My cookie?” she laughed lightly. “I always keep it clean…”

  “That’s good to know, but I enjoy running my own pussy janitorial service. No soap, just warm water is enough. My company only uses the best and purest ingredients.”

  She smirked and looked away, gliding her hand up and down her knee. Saint grabbed another clean cloth, this time wrapping it firmly around his index finger. She shot a confused look at him, then gasped as understanding dawned. She gripped the sides of the tub.

  “Owwwwww!”

  Water sloshed about from her thrashing legs as he pushed his chest into hers, flattening her breasts, and sucked vigorously on her neck. He worked her pussy over, paying strong attention to her clitoris. He pushed his finger in and out of her folds, toying with her hot tunnel of love, leaving her squeaky clean and delighted…

  “Now,” he smiled in her ear after a few minutes, turned on by her reaction, “that’s how you clean a pussy…”

  Before the poor woman could respond, he lifted her up and placed her back against the tub wall while her feet dangled in the water. She gripped the edge of the tub, looking at him with a glimmer in her eye. He hooked his arms around her thighs and dove lips first between her legs—tongue extended like a viper. He flicked it over her glistening pussy, fast…faster…fastest. She screamed out, barely able to keep her composure as she shoved those gorgeous nails through his hair.

  He gripped her bouncing ass with all of his might, lifting her up into the air as he devoured her, one nasty tongue stabbing after another.

  “Uh! Uh! Uh!” he groand as he dove that wet, oral sword in and out of her, tongue-fucking her right out of her mind. Soon, he felt it…and tasted it, too—the moment when her sweet essence trickled down his throat.

  “Saaaaaiiiiint! Ahhh!” She shook so hard, losing her mind.

  “Baby, don’t say my name. You’re blowing my cover!” He chuckled as his lips rested against her saturated pussy, giving her a moment as her body vibrated in his grip. Her muscles jerked, and he could feel the contractions of her stomach as it rested against his forehead. “You gotta still play along, the role play...come on, baby.” He slowly rose from his position, holding her securely around her waist as he slid his tongue to the far right corner of his mouth, collecting a swirl of her essence in the crease of his wet lips.

  “Oh, screw the game.” Xenia sighed in exasperation, breathing harshly. She’d come undone, unraveled. “You had me all worked up since this morning. I can’t take it anymore.” She chuckled as she tried to catch her breath. “I’m…I’m sorry, but…I just…shit…” She slid lazily back down into the water, her ass smacking into it, and hitched her arms around his neck. Her eyes rolled and fluttered and she started to go limp in his arms.

  …She’s passing out…

  And as soon as the realization hit him, he watched his wife drift away into a cotton field of orgasmic dreams…

  ~***~

  Xenia awoke to the soft, tender touch of fingertips on her lower back. On her knees on the tub seat, she was half out of the tub over the rim, her arms hanging loosely, and her ass up as if her man was about to plow her doggy style. Confusion reigned supreme. She glanced over her shoulder to see Saint looking over her protectively, a sweet smile across his face.

  “…There you are,” he whispered as he started to massage her lower back, making her moan.

  “How long have I been out of it? Whu…what am I on?” She could barely speak, her body still weak from the hard, orgasmic contractions. He slowly slid his fingers down her back, and she stayed still, her skin growing cold. Quiet crept into the scene like a sex fiend and perverted thief looking for erections and money shots. Suddenly, loud bass echoed throughout the room.

  Rap music…

  Xenia snickered. She couldn’t see him, but she could hear him swallow, as if he was drinking from something. She kept her head down as she heard a glass being set down.

  “’Bout seven minutes…” His deep voice made her pussy ache. She could imagine him looking at her, his eyes in darkened golden slits as he stared at her dripping pussy and ass. She felt his right foot glide softly past her ankle, the water disturbed from his movement. “You are elevated on a towel.” He sounded so damn serious…

  “Everything good?” he asked, the water sloshing loudly.

  “Ahhh!” she gasped as he gripped her waist with both hands and pressed his big, hard cock against her ass. His face now pressed into the side of hers. His long, hard body warmed her like a coveted childhood blanket. She strained to look at him, and there he was, clear as day. Water droplets covered his face.

  Damn. He’s beautiful.

  Saint’s eyes glowed as a deliciously sinister smirk cracked his face, exposing those gorgeous, gleaming white teeth of his. His jet black hair was slicked back, minus one runaway strand that dangled near the side of his ear. He was so close; she could smell his breath…fruity…

  The wine…

  “Yeah.” She swallowed. “I’m fine, baby.”

  His smirk faded, a look of warning replacing it in his eyes. “We’ll pick up your car from the bar lot, later. I already pre-arranged to make sure they didn’t tow it. Paid them a little something.” He slowly ushered her legs open with his knee. He kept his face close to hers, and moved his grasp from her waist to her shoulders. Still half out of the tub, she was unsure as to what he had up his sleeve until he slid his hand over her pussy lips, making her coo.

  “Mmmmm.” Her palms had nothing to grasp onto, only the slickness of the floor. Her breasts drew colder as they hung against the side of the tub while he gently massaged her feminine zone. Taking two fingers, he spread her pussy open, teasing her before pushing them inside.

  “Ohhhh!” She closed her eyes and gasped. Desperately needing a place to rest against, she veered back; clutching the edge of the tub with one hand while the other remained on the ground below.

&nbs
p; “You know, when I decided to play this little game with you, Xenia…pretend like you were a stranger I was going to have an affair with, I knew this would be different, something to put some spark into our lives. It was supposed to be in all fun but after a while, I started getting a little pissed.”

  She didn’t dare ask why. She didn’t want to encourage him—his tone was aggressive, as well as his grip on her as he plunged his frenzied fingers harder inside of her.

  “I was pissed because I thought about…and I know this is silly…” He laughed lightly, but clearly not amused. “I thought, what if a mothafucka really approached you like that, you know? What if you were alone by yourself after work, maybe stopped to get a cocktail and a mothafucka rolled up on my woman and you accepted the offer?”

  “Saint, you—”

  “No, no, baby,” he said softly. “I know you’d never do anything like that, I’m just speaking hypothetically. As I watched you take your clothes off, I thought about how everything on your beautiful body is mine. How I don’t want another man even thinking about you in that way, though, I know that is unrealistic.” He slowly removed his fingers from her, and she shuddered and sighed with excitement as he aggressively pushed her legs further apart and lay his hot, heavy cock on her lower back. She stifled a laugh, feeling the heat from the damned thing as his balls pushed the top of her ass. He softly gripped the side of her neck, then harder…

  Xenia gasped and tightened her hand around the edge of the tub.

  Oh shit…

  “Your hair is mine…your shoulders are mine…” His tone was angry and, dare she admit, frightening.

  “Your spine is mine…your wrists, elbows, hands…all of that shit, mine!” His voice echoed over the music. “Your ass is mine, the one I like to bite, suck and fuck!” He gave her left butt cheek a friendly spank.