Six Masters Island - Perverse Intentions

by Candace Smith

  This was too much. Thomas continued to smile, but his knuckles were white as he gripped the door handle. “She’s a remarkable woman.” He decided to turn the conversation, before he lost control. “What have you been up to, Lisa? Surely, some successful entrepreneur has managed to entice you.”

  “I was married for about ten years, to an older man from back east. The stupid fool cheated on me, but he had made me sign a pre-nup so it took a couple more years to make sure I received my due for putting up with him. He was so busy with his new young fling; he wasn’t paying attention while I slowly siphoned his accounts and bought jewelry. That was all I was allotted in our agreement… whatever trinkets he bought me.” She laughed and wriggled her fingers.

  “God, he was livid when we stood before the judge. I thought he would keel over right there, as he stormed around, yelling and pointing at me, and telling the court how I’d turned over two million dollars into the baubles I was walking away with.” She smiled coyly, though there was triumph in her eyes. She spread open the collar of her shirt, which was already revealing a wide expanse of her chest, and Thomas saw where three inches of cleavage turned into the row of buttons. Her action certainly was not necessary to show off the half-inch band of diamonds and sapphires circling her throat. “I’d even managed secure some necklaces against the house.”

  She pursed her lips into a ridiculous pout and said, “I could see his old buddy, the judge, commiserated with him, but everyone knew he couldn’t do a thing about it. Still, it seemed safer to come back home for a while to re-group. I’ve been back for a few months, but I will be moving to LA if I don’t find a reason to stick around.” Her moronic suggestion was obvious, and the woman was so ignorant of her greed that it did not occur to her telling a wealthy man how she had duped her husband out of money was perhaps not the smartest way to attract him.

  Thomas replied, “Well, it’s good to see you, and perhaps you will find a reason to stay.”

  Lisa leaned forward, pressing into him, and stretched to kiss his cheek. “Perhaps I will,” she purred.

  Over dinner, Thomas described his meeting with Lisa, carefully avoiding her cruel references about Sarah. Later, he did take his brother to one of the no longer used guest rooms and mentioned her nasty remarks. Although he expected him to be angry, Jeremy surprised him with his outrage as he threw things around room, even breaking the mirror over the dresser. He finally calmed down when Thomas assured him she would provide their next trophy.

  Jeremy searched the computer until he found information on Lisa’s divorce. He was really looking for information on her ex-husband, but he grinned when he discovered she had been rather inaccurate with her description of events. He found the announcement of her return to Martinsville, and that she was staying at her parents’ house while they were away for the summer. He turned off the monitors and walked down the wide staircase to join Sarah and Thomas for dinner.

  Thomas began to discuss his next experience, when Jeremy interrupted him. “Lisa was not quite truthful when she spoke with you, Thomas.”

  “How so, Jeremy?”

  Sarah put down her fork to listen, and she smiled at the excitement in his eyes. Jeremy explained, “She was the one who had cheated, and according to the records, there were several instances of her infidelity. All she was awarded was the jewelry she wore to court that day. She had to have a police escort with her ex-husband present, to pack up her belongings at the house.”

  Thomas stared for a moment, and burst out laughing. “That deceitful bitch. Oh, this will be fun,” he chuckled. The thought of taking three of her precious rings, made even more so with his brother’s discovery, pleased him immensely.

  The following week, during his visit to town, he mentioned his reunion with Lisa to Mr. McFarland. “Yes, she stopped by to see Shawny when she got back.” The old man’s eyes searched the desks beyond his office windows until he located his daughter filing towards the back. “It almost seemed as though she had dropped by to gloat at Shawny’s situation,” he said in a low voice. “As if she has room to talk. I understand the judge stopped her husband’s attorney after the photos with the sixth man. Todd Dalton is a friend of mine… I introduced him to her. I can’t believe she turned out to be such a tramp. Look at her now, stuck with only the clothes on her back, and staying in that old house with only one of my maids stopping by once a week to dust things.”

  “Ned and Susan even installed security gates before they left, to keep her out of their end of the house and the living room. She tried to wheedle the key from Mary a few times, but she refused and told me that Lisa threw horrible tantrums. Apparently, she can only go from her room to the kitchen, and everything else is secured. It must have cost a fortune, but Mary said Susan told her it would cost a lot more for them to come home, and find Lisa had sold all their things. And she has the nerve to look down on Shawny.”

  “You watch yourself, Thomas. That young woman will make a play for you, mark my words. The only thing that harlot is after is money, and she doesn’t care who she has to step on to get it. If I didn’t know better, I’d say she came over to my place to put the moves on me, until I turned her in Shawny’s direction.” He winced. “I wish I hadn’t done that now, but I didn’t think she would be so nasty.”

  “I’m kept plenty busy up at the house, Mr. McFarland, and I think Ms. Morgan would find my lifestyle a little dull for her tastes. Trust me though; I’ll heed your advice.”

  The man had given Thomas more than enough information to act. He drove by the Morgan’s secluded estate that evening, to see the solitary light in the upstairs bedroom. He drove home to have Sarah take care of his aching cock, and he pounded into her mercilessly until he was dripping sweat from his aroused excretions from the anticipation of the following night’s enactment of his plan.

  Sarah re-read the pages in the novel, so both men could allow their anticipation of Thomas’ actions to excite them. She knelt on the bed with her head resting on Thomas’ stomach while he stroked her. “Take care of Jeremy while I’m gone, Sarah.”

  She looked up and smiled. “Yes, Master Thomas.” He flicked one of her nipple rings, and turned towards the door.

  Jeremy had her re-read the passage, and as they had done in the past when Thomas explored, they reenacted the scene as they thought Thomas was doing. Of course, Jeremy could not re-pierce her, but he twisted and pulled on the rings until she shrieked.

  Meanwhile, Thomas was making his way up the winding staircase of the Morgan’s large home. Lisa’s light had turned off an hour ago, and he stood by her opened door looking around the room. Clothes were thrown everywhere, and at first, he thought she had no way to do her laundry. His eyes caught on a familiar white dress with large red roses in the pattern. It surprised him that he remembered her wearing it when her mother brought her to call years ago. He realized she was going through her old wardrobe, trying to salvage the designer duds that had fit her as a teenager. He held back his laugh for her desperate circumstances.

  As he had predicted, she slept with her riches adorning her fingers, and the jewels sparkled in the moonlight from her window. He turned on the camera and laid it on the end table, and peeled the tape from his pants to cover her eyes. With no one in the house, he could risk her scream. He grabbed her arms and sat on her stomach, knocking the air from her lungs, and sealed her eyes while they were still blinking to adjust.

  Lisa awoke to a heavy weight dropping onto her stomach and forcing the air from her lungs. Just as she opened her eyes, she felt a wide band of tape cross over them, and she only registered the shadowed outline of a large man. The scent… she knew that smell. She loved perfumes, almost as much as she loved diamonds, and she had become an expert with the faint idiosyncrasies of colognes… and she had smelled this one recently. Her nostrils flared, and just before he sealed her lips from the impending scream, she said, “Thomas.” It was a statement, not a question, and he froze for a moment before continuing.

  She knew it was he,
and he was sure by the tone of her voice. After he secured her wrists and ankles, he stood to consider his plan. He made sure the camcorder was placed to pick up all the action, and he sat before the lens and pulled off his mask. His dark eyes stared into the camera, and he smiled. “You’re going to love this one, Jeremy.”

  He turned back to the woman and stared down at her. “You stupid cunt. I’m going to enjoy taking your little trinkets.” He had the idea she had tried to gasp behind the tape as he began to pry open her fisted hands to open her fingers and remove the rings.

  This made no sense to her. Why would a wealthy man like Thomas Kinsey resort to robbing her? Maybe it wasn’t him… maybe it was a thug her ex-husband had sent, to strip her of even the minimal jewels that were meant to compensate her for ten years of her life. She felt her fingers being forced open, one by one, and her mind pictured swollen, misshapen knuckles from being broken… knuckles like the gross appendages extending in a curl from her mother’s arthritic hands. She sobbed, and though she could not quite force herself to willingly spread her fingers and relinquish her lovely rings, she did not fist them so tightly as to cause him to break and deform them. Maybe, her parents could claim them on their insurance, and she was somewhat placated by the knowledge that three had been hidden away until the burns on her fingers from trying to cook had healed. She would keep them hidden, and claim them too.

  While Thomas finished removing the last of the seven rings, he made a decision. He laid the jewelry on the nightstand, and ripped the tape off her eyes. It took a moment for her eyes to focus in the dim light, and he saw the confused recognition. “Ah… you weren’t quite sure, were you? I’m going to enjoy looking into your eyes and listening to your pathetic screams, Lisa. You never should have said those nasty things about Sarah… as if you are anything close to the woman she is, you heartless bitch.”

  Three fingers were empty with bandages, and when he reviewed the tape later with Jeremy, they both agreed she shrieked louder when he split the bands open than when he pushed them through the holes in her nipples.

  Thomas was so aroused by looking into her furious tearful eyes that his thick shaft pressed painfully into his zipper. God, he needed Sarah. All told, Lisa had seven rings, and she passed out at some point when he twisted two closed through each lip of her labia. He could not find a watch, so he settled for the sapphire and diamond choker she wore, and pushed it inside her dry passage. He realized the futility in trying to arouse the cold, unfeeling slut, but slipped the trophy into a baggie anyway, and considered the experience a triumph.

  She became conscious while he was collecting his tools, but he did not bother to acknowledge the sobbing woman, spread and decked out in her finest baubles, to be discovered by the maid in the morning. Thomas gathered the camera, and glanced once more around the room in disgust.

  Sarah sucked greedily on his cock while Jeremy inserted the tape. He exploded in her throat, just as Sarah heard a woman’s voice say, “Thomas,” and she turned with her mouth hanging open, still holding his cum on her tongue.

  Sarah swallowed, and murmured, “Oh my god.”

  Thomas stroked her long gray hair. “Ssh, watch Sarah.”

  “Yes, Master Thomas.” At first, she trembled with the thought of his discovery, but as she watched the tape and the passion in his eyes, her panic turned to a cramping arousal. By the time he was turning the ring in her clit so the huge diamond glittered in an obscene invitation, the woman was glaring at him through her tears, bucking her hips and shrieking. Sarah felt the familiar surge of jealousy when the woman was adorned with four extra rings and was not even appreciative enough to stay conscious to acknowledge Master Thomas’ attentions. By the time the tape ended, the envy had turned to a manic desire, and Sarah needed her twins… both of them… and they needed her.

  During breakfast, Thomas explained Sarah’s role to her, and although she was nervous, she knew she would do anything for her boys. The doorbell chimed at just past eleven, and Sarah brushed her hands down her uniform and checked her bun in the mirror. It was the first time in years she had worn clothes, yet she felt naked and she envisioned her collar and cuffs laying upstairs on the dresser. She opened the door with a concern she did not have to fake as she looked at the two policemen on the doorstep. “Yes, Officers? Can I help you?”

  “Sarah?”

  She looked at the young man. There was a vague familiarity about him. “Do I know you?”

  “It’s Michael, Sarah. I’m your youngest brother.”

  Her knees buckled and she sagged against the door jam. “Michael?”

  “Sarah, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have sprung it on you like that. Look, we’re here to see Thomas Kinsey, but let me tell you quickly, we’re all fine. I’m the only one still living in Martinsville, but Mr. Kinsey called child services after he hired you, just like you asked him to. He used his connections to keep us together, and an old couple raised us on a farm outside of town. I guess he helped them with crop loans and stuff in return. You saved us Sarah, though we couldn’t figure out why you insisted we shouldn’t contact you. I don’t remember much about the time in Bridgeville, but some of the older ones told me it was horrible.”

  Thomas had been listening from the foyer, and he realized that Sarah would have to be taken out of his plan for the moment. She was completely shocked into silence. He pushed Jeremy into the living room and said, “Try to look sicker… and for god’s sakes don’t forget and stand up.”

  “No problem, Thomas. Go rescue Sarah.”

  “Sarah,” Thomas called, as he walked back to the foyer. “Did I hear someone at the door?”

  The senior officer leaned around the stricken woman, who continued to stare at his partner. “Mr. Kinsey?” Now that he was speaking to the man who all but signed his paycheck, the veteran officer was nervous. “Would it be possible to speak with you for a moment?”

  “Of course.” He looked down at Sarah’s drained face. “Sarah? What’s wrong?” He put his arm around her shoulders, and Sarah leaned back into the comfort of her Master, gathering her bearings. She was overwhelmed with the generosity Mr. Kinsey had shown her family, and in eighteen years he had never mentioned it. Thomas whispered, “I have a letter for you, Sarah. I’ll give it to you when we’re finished.” He was relieved when she merely nodded.

  Thomas straightened. “Won’t you come in? I think Sarah needs to sit down.”

  The officers followed him into the living room, nervously gripping the brims of the caps in their hands. Thomas pointed to a withered form in a wheelchair, and he said, “My brother, Jeremy.”

  “How do you do, Mr. Kinsey?” The men looked at the wasted figure, and they noted he was every bit as frail as they had always heard him to be. It made this ridiculous accusation even more uncomfortable for them. Michael had willingly volunteered for the call as a chance to see Sarah, but Sam had lost the flip of the coin, and was reminded by his fellow officers, that Thomas Kinsey controlled a good deal of the decisions as to their raises and pensions. He was not to insult him. How the hell he was supposed to avoid that, considering the woman’s accusation, he had no idea.

  “Have a seat, gentlemen, and please, tell me what brings you to Kinsey Plantation. I admit you have my curiosity quite piqued.” He smiled as he guided Sarah down beside him. “Would you like some water, Sarah?”

  “No, Thomas. I’ll be fine. It was just the shock.” Thomas was relieved that she had remembered to leave the ‘Master’ off of his title, and he relaxed into the discussion as he enjoyed the officers’ discomfort.

  Sam looked at his small notepad, mostly to keep from looking at the sick man in the chair or the couple on the sofa across from him. This was not some Bridgeville bar-room brawl, or fender bender he was dealing with. “Mr. Kinsey, do you know Lisa Morgan?”

  “Lisa? Yes, though not well. I met her shortly after my parents died, and then again recently when I was conducting business downtown. I believe she said she had returned for a brief visit, after her
divorce. It’s such a shame couples don’t work harder to settle their differences. Obviously, with our rather unique situation, it never seemed fair to attempt the commitment and devotion marriage entails, though our parents seemed happy.”

  “Um… yes, sir.” Sam was uncomfortable, nervously looking around the well appointed room he had only heard rumors about, while trying to choose his words carefully.

  Thomas was pleased that his strategy of reminding them of the sacrifice entailed to care for Jeremy was already apparent to them.

  Sam decided to just get it over with. Let Kinsey deny it, and they could be on their way. Good god, the man had devoted his life to taking care of his twin, and with his enviable looks and all his money, that was one hell of a sacrifice. “Mr. Kinsey, Ms. Morgan was attacked last night, and for some reason, she is convinced that you are the perpetrator.”

  Thomas glanced from one uniformed man to the other in confusion, and then he burst out laughing. “You’re joking, of course. Well, I mean, you must be.”

  “No sir, she’s quite adamant it was you,” Michael assured him.

  Thomas let his smile drop, and his voice held an acidic tone. “I see. Obviously, I was here with Sarah and Jeremy last night.” He sighed as if deciding on a confession. “Ms. Morgan made some not so veiled hints that she would, perhaps, like to explore a relationship with me. Naturally, with my connections from the newspaper, I am well aware of the situation surrounding her failed marriage. Now, if this woman tumbled down the stairs, and is intent on trying to pad her coffers with a settlement, tell her it will not work. She can speak with my lawyers.”

  “It wasn’t that kind of attack, sir. She wasn’t beaten,” Sam informed him.

  Thomas’ mouth dropped open, and he looked at Sarah in shock, and then angrily turned back to pin Sam with his glare. “Is she insinuating I raped her?” he thundered.