Dark Duet Platinum Edition

by CJ Roberts

  His train of thought is disrupted by Kid’s wince. On the screen, Kitten has just slapped Caleb and run off into the bathroom. He closes out the feed. “See that? She’s jealous.”

  “So?” Kid asks seriously.

  “If Caleb used Celia to solicit Kitten’s jealousy, we can use it to our advantage. A man will do anything to protect that which he holds dear. I only need to know if this girl is more valuable to Caleb than his business relationships.”

  “What about Celia? Isn’t she more important to you than your business relationships?” Kid does nothing to disguise his revulsion toward Felipe’s cavalier attitude.

  Felipe leans over until his nose nearly touches Kid’s. “Whose idea do you think it was to get close to Rafiq’s apprentice? Do not believe for a moment your mistress is incapable of intrigue. She knows more than you or I ever will about dealing with monstrous men. Understood?”

  “I—I…yes, Felipe.” He wants to leave it there and discovers he’s unable. “But why?” Kid follows the older man back to bed and forgoes his floor pallet to climb beneath the blankets.

  Felipe tucks the covers under Kid’s chin. “Keep this secret and one of these nights, I’ll tell you another.” He knows it isn’t the response the other man is looking for, but it’s the only one he is willing to give. “Until then, tell me something about you I don’t know.”

  Kid sighs. He isn’t going to get more out of Felipe than the man wants to divulge, so he veers toward the path of least resistance. “My name’s Andrew. Andrew William Benson. I don’t think you’ve ever asked,” he mumbles accusingly.

  “Hmm,” Felipe nods, “you were born in Yuma, Arizona to William and Sarah Benson. Your maternal grandparents are alive and living in Connecticut. Celia will have her hands full planning your birthday celebration in two months, and although you’ve been arrested for underage drinking, disturbing the peace, and criminal mischief, you’ve never spent more than a single night in a cell. Now,” he pauses for effect, “tell me something I can’t read from a police report.” Kid’s expression reads like closed captions for the hearing impaired: Please stop talking before I start screaming. Felipe runs his fingers through the boy’s hair. “Why are you called Kid?”

  Kid swallows several times before he can answer. “M-m-my dad,” he chokes out. “In the army, he went by Wild Bill, you know…like the outlaw.” His heart is pounding! He will never do anything to piss Felipe off—ever. “I was Billy the Kid.”

  Felipe smiles. “I have heard of them. Very sweet, boy.”

  “Yeah,” Kid prattles on nervously, “Mama used to like to break out the pictures of me in my diapers and cowboy boots. I had a cap-gun on each hip.” Felipe seems to genuinely appreciate the detail. Kid relaxes marginally.

  “Do you shoot well?” Felipe asks.

  “Nah,” Kid smiles, “my mama never liked real guns. After she died, I never wanted to carry one. It used to drive Tiny crazy, ‘cause it meant he had to watch out for me.” Kid falls silent.

  “Do you miss him?” Felipe inquires.

  Kid nods shallowly. “Sometimes.” He pauses. “It’s more like…I forget to miss him and when I remember…I feel bad for wanting to forget again.”

  “When you miss him, do you ever think about revenge?”

  Kid takes the time to consider the older man’s question. Part of him does—want revenge against Caleb and the others—but then… “When I was twelve, my buddy Shaun Wiseman stole my girlfriend.” The memory makes him laugh. “I was so pissed at him. He kissed her with tongue and everything—was more than I got from her. So I come home and tell Mama m’gonna kick Shaun’s ass, and she said…” Kid finds himself getting a little choked up and takes a deep breath to settle himself, “she said revenge is for people who got nothing to lose.” For the first time, Kid purposely seeks out Felipe’s eyes. What does he want most? The voice in his head screams his answer loud enough to silence any errant thoughts of revenge. He knows his truth. “No, I don’t ever think about things like that. What would be the point?”

  Felipe experiences the oddest sensation. This boy does things to him, makes him feel like his heart is new. Following a few seconds of heavy silence, Felipe yawns. He leans over to press his lips to his bewildered lover’s forehead. “Goodnight, Andrew. I want only pleasant dreams for you.” He rolls over and shuts his eyes before the other man can reply. “I’m glad you chose my bed over the floor,” he whispers.

  55. Felipe/Celia

  Despite the fact his goals are within reach, Felipe is none too pleased after his meeting with Caleb; Rafiq’s apprentice is beyond arrogant. He suspects Caleb is high on Celia’s affections and the idiotic notion he holds something over Felipe because of them—fool. And after all that Felipe and Celia have set in motion to give him a chance at love and his all-encompassing revenge. After all he’s done to make sure they all get what they need in the end! Selfish—all of them.

  Rafiq thinks he can fail to deliver his weapons on time and still demand his drugs. Unconscionable! Caleb sleeps in his house, under his protection, eats his food, and fucks his woman, and has the gall to give Felipe attitude. The look on his face when Felipe told him about the cameras…he’ll find pleasure remembering it later, perhaps on Celia’s face.

  “Tell me, why do I allow her to sleep with other people?”

  “She told me…that…um…she does it to get back at you…for…before.”

  Celia can be too brave!

  And then there’s Kid. He’s…actually very sweet; Felipe nearly cracks a smile, but remembers he’s on a mission. The boy has to earn his way, be it toward freedom or a new life. Felipe will collect what he is owed.

  He barges into Celia’s room full of malicious intentions. Kid, never having experienced Felipe’s jealousy, is startled into dropping the sterling silver hairbrush he was using on his mistress’ hair. Celia only smiles at Felipe through his reflection in her vanity mirror. “Algún problema?”

  “Of course not. All is according to plan.”

  “Will he bring her to the party?” Celia is stoic and perfectly aware of the way her words slide between Felipe’s ribs like satin covered steel. Last night, Caleb had her in a way her master will not allow himself, and then shamed her by throwing her out of bed afterward. It was a better result than she could have hoped for, because he had done it to spare Kitten’s feelings. In fact, the entire display had been for Kitten. Caleb is a man in love with a woman he will not let himself have, and it reminds Celia so much of her own relationship that it makes her ache. Tomorrow night, Celia will see Caleb shamed in return and advance the plan.

  “Sí,” Felipe replies. His mind’s eye replays the footage he watched this morning as he stares at Celia through the mirror. He sees Caleb’s scarred back and tight body thrusting on top of his beautiful slave, his queen, the woman he’s supposedly conquered and still doesn’t own. He’s seen her wide open legs and heard her pleasured moans thousands of times and felt nothing but lust. Other times, he feels as he does now, like a lovesick idiot low on self-respect.

  “How did you get him to agree?” Celia says in thickly accented English. Her syntax is much improved thanks to Kid. She motions the young man—who has been standing nearby and seems to be working to make himself invisible by sheer force of will—toward the fallen hairbrush. She smiles at him brilliantly as he moves to pick it up.

  Felipe intercepts his male lover and tugs the brush gently from his hand. The older man’s eyes rake over Kid from toe to head and stop everywhere in between. Weight, dense and full, settles low in his testicles. He licks his lips before he can help it; Kid mirrors the act. “How else? I blackmailed him. Why is he dressed this way?”

  Celia takes possession of her hairbrush from Felipe’s tight grip and begins brushing her hair. She watches her men intently in the mirror. Kid’s blush nearly matches the color of his rouge tinted lips. Celia mentally pats herself on the back watching Felipe’s hungry eyes roam over their boy. Yes, all is indeed going according to plan—h
er plan. They may have started this game to rid themselves of Rafiq’s demands and their involvement in the pleasure trade, but it has quickly evolved to include other aims. There is another game she and Felipe have been playing for much longer, and she can sense checkmate is close. If she is successful, Kitten will have her Caleb, and Celia will finally have her master and a gorgeous boy for them to love and share without guilt. “The dress is a little short for a proper lady in waiting—it’s rare to find a woman so tall—but otherwise, he fits it well. Don’t you think?”

  Felipe prides himself on awarding praise when it is earned. No one gets to him quite like Celia. She’s clever, spiteful, stunning, stubborn, giving, loving, and brave; he worships her and she knows it. Part of him doesn’t care if he ever gets to be with her as other men—they’ll always have this; always have their games. “You’re exquisitely cruel, my dear.” He slowly reaches out to tuck a lock of Kid’s hair behind his ear. He sighs. The younger man is another denied desire.

  “Thank you, Master. I thought we might have some fun with his ‘boy pussy’.” She smiles wickedly in the mirror. Felipe laughs. Kid’s mouth falls open as he turns his head and looks at her with shock in his eyes and a plea written across his stricken face. “I assume Master prefers it to mine.” Their smiles mirror one another in their reflections.

  Felipe’s jealousy falls away as though it never were. What does he care if Caleb challenged his manhood? He’s a pawn, like Rafiq, like Reynaldo, and like Kid until he proves his loyalty. Felipe is a king. Celia is his queen. Jealousy is unbecoming their station. “If my slave will only obey me and give herself to me, I would humbly accept.”

  “Am I your slave, Felipe? If so, you don’t require my permission for anything.”

  “Then by your own logic, all you need to free yourself is to accept me willingly.”

  Celia closes her eyes. A shiver races down her spine. “A bird is not free simply because it can no longer see its cage.” Her eyes open and fix on Kid before they flick toward Felipe. “Aren’t you going to unwrap your present?”

  Felipe smirks. “Of course.” He takes Kid unaware and manhandles him toward Celia’s bed until the younger man is sitting in his lap with his legs over Felipe’s wide knees, facing Celia.

  “Hey!” Kid protests. “You don’t have to toss me around, you know.” He huffs indignantly.

  “Shut up, and stop trying to close your legs,” Felipe orders, pleased by Kid’s immediate compliance. His eyes are firmly on Celia as he gently rucks Kid’s dress and petticoats up over his legs and thighs until the mass of fabric rests just over his cock. He’s tempted to look in the mirror to see if the boy is aroused, but he won’t take his eyes away from Celia.

  Celia inhales sharply at the sight of Kid, whose boyish, androgynous features make him even more remarkable as a woman. Her eyes quickly flit to his steadily plumping cock and then away. “He enjoys your touch.” It makes her smile to see her young lover blush but open his legs marginally wider. He’s such a good boy.

  Felipe’s hands run over Kid’s body slowly and reverently. He takes the time to reach across his lover’s chest and reach inside his bodice to pluck and tease his tender nipple—first one and then the other. He kisses Kid’s neck gently and whispers how beautiful he is, how good and perfect, and how fervently he wants to bury himself in Kid’s virgin pussy and pump him full. Whimpers, moans, and open-mouthed gasps hit the air unabashed.

  Unable to resist the sinful temptation before her, Celia lowers herself onto her hands and knees to crawl between Kid’s thighs.

  “Oh God!” Kid shouts and tries to scramble away. There is nowhere for him to go, but his hands have a firm grip on Celia’s hair to hold her back. “What the hell are you doing?”

  “Put your arms around my neck, boy.” Felipe’s voice is deep and raspy against Kid’s freshly sweaty neck.

  “But…I can’t,” Kid pleads.

  Celia gently eases Kid’s fingers out of her hair.

  “You can,” Felipe says. He helps his good boy obey, because he knows he’s scared of the unfamiliar. “Don’t you love eating pussy? We do. And yours is gorgeous, boy—so tight and shy. Let her open it up.”

  Celia observes Kid gently toss his head from side to side in protest, but keep his arms wound tight around Felipe’s neck. She nuzzles behind his smooth balls again to swipe her tongue over Kid’s hole. She can feel his cock leap against her cheek with every graze of her tongue. There’s a chorus of: “Oh…mmph…oh…oh…ah, ah, ah.”

  “That’s it, my sweet boy. Tell me what you need. Do you want her to lick your pussy harder?” Felipe’s young lover cries out and he accepts it as assent. “Stop teasing his pussy, Celia. Can’t you see he’s desperate?”

  Celia moans and laps gently at the sensitive skin between Kid’s balls and pink boy pussy. He tastes like almond soap and slightly bitter sweat. At Felipe’s urging, she pushes her tongue further back and prods Kid’s spit-covered hole. “Ohgodohfuckyeah. Yes!” Kid groans. He lifts his knees and her master does not disappoint, he is there to hold their lover’s legs up and back instantly—like he was waiting.

  Felipe’s eyes are engrossed with the mirror. It’s disgusting—filthy! He should be mortified by his and Celia’s depravity—what they’re doing to this beautiful creature. He should! But he isn’t. He can never get enough of seeing his angelic-looking boy spread out on his lap with his dress rucked up, legs pulled back by Felipe’s own masculine hands, and his cock pointed skyward leaking juice. Felipe grinds his cock into Kid’s spine and nearly comes all over himself when Kid meets his eyes in the mirror, blushes, and mouths: “Kiss me.” Felipe turns his head to fulfill his lover’s timid request. His fingers squeeze the firm flesh of his boy’s thighs at the first brush of lips. Kid has never asked for this, and Felipe feels the need to make it the best kiss he’s ever bestowed. He nibbles gently at Kid’s red lips and the boy opens for him; his warm breath hits Felipe’s lips in rapid bursts. He slides his tongue in slowly; a surge of slick pulses out of his cock as Kid mewls and slides his own tongue against the older man’s.

  “Mmph…mmph,” Kid whimpers into Felipe’s mouth and rides Celia’s tongue. When he pulls off to breathe, the first coherent words out of his mouth are to beg for a hand on his cock.

  “Do you want to come, baby boy?”

  “Uh huh.” Kid rubs himself all over the older man.

  “Do you like having your pussy eaten?”

  “Sí, Felipe. I want to come while she eats my pussy and you play with my cock. Please, Felipe. Don’t make me beg.”

  Felipe chuckles. “Hold your leg up for me.” He moves one of his hands onto Kid’s hot, fat erection and wraps his fingers around the velvety steel.

  “Yeah,” Kid moans and thrusts his cock in and out of Felipe’s fist. “Fuck me jusslikethat. Ooooooooh.”

  Celia backs away from Kid’s wet hole to admire her work; her boy is opening up so nicely. “No,” she says, taking Felipe’s hand off Kid’s cock. She directs his fingers toward the boy’s asshole and presses his thick index finger inside.

  “Oh, God!” Kid shouts. Whether he realizes it or not, he’s fucking himself on Felipe’s finger and making the most wanton sounds Celia has ever heard.

  “I can’t take it anymore,” Felipe surprises himself by saying. He speaks between open-mouthed kisses. “Let me fuck your pussy. I’ll make you feel so good—we both will. God! You’re tight. Mmm…and hot. I have to have you, you understand? Say yes.” He teases Kid’s lips with the tip of his tongue, hungry for more delicious pining.

  “Mmmscared,” Kid confesses. “You’re so big,” he groans. “’Sgonna hurt.”

  Celia slides her own index finger into Kid alongside Felipe, and the younger man spreads his legs as wide as he can manage. He fucks the air and his engorged cock slaps his belly with every thrust. “You can take it, baby. I promise.”

  “Will you…will you stop if I can’t?” Kid pants as he rides the fingers in his pussy. Celia leans forward, mouth f
ull of saliva, and rewets her and Felipe’s fingers so she can slide another one inside. Kid freezes, but accepts the added stretch with a lascivious, decadent sound Celia will remember always.

  “Does this hurt?” Celia asks. Kid shakes his head, eyes closed, mouth open, and toes curled inside his knee socks. “Trust us.”

  Kid nods. “’Kay.”

  Felipe doesn’t waste a second. He gingerly slides their fingers out of Kid’s hole, hooks the boy’s legs with his arms and stands up. “Down on your knees, beautiful boy—face down on the bed.” He kisses the younger man tenderly, helping him achieve his desired position while at the same time assuaging his inherent fear. Celia goes for the lube without having to be asked. She wants this as much as he does.

  56. Kid

  Felipe doesn’t give him much time to adjust—simply throws Kid’s dress up onto his back, spreads his ass cheeks, and sticks his tongue straight up his asshole. “Mmmm,” he groans, and it makes Kid’s insides vibrate.

  Kid can’t even speak. He’s got a fucking tongue in his ass and it is not idle. A choked sound escapes him as he scrambles to hold on to something; he grips the comforter like it’s the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth. Felipe flicks and sucks, bites and nibbles, and strokes and prods his keenly sensitive hole until Kid has no idea if he’s moving his hips to get away or get Felipe’s tongue deeper inside him.

  Felipe pulls away abruptly and groans. Kid can feel his stare on his asshole and he instinctually clenches. “You trying to hide your pussy from me, boy? It isn’t going to work.” He swipes his tongue over Kid’s hole. “You should see yourself—pretty dress pulled up—pussy opening and closing with every breath you take.” He shifts one hand onto his lower back and the other between his legs. “And this delicious little cock, so hard, leaking all the way down to your pretty white socks.”

  “Felipe,” Kid gasps. He can feel his asshole flutter and his cock throb at the same time. If the older man doesn’t stop talking, Kid’s going to come before they get started.