by Sienna Mynx
Bryce kissed Destini’s hand in front of his parents. He leaned in and whispered in her ear: “I won’t be long. Bear with me a little while longer, beautiful.”
She forced a smile.
He left.
“This way, Destini. Oh, Destini, is such a wonderful name. I wished my name was Destini. It evokes such poetry when uttered, more so than Arlene.”
“Thank you,” grimaced Destini.
They travelled two halls, one with picture windows that showcased the manicured lawns. Destini kept expecting to see rose bushes with dark flowers in bloom. She didn’t. That was, until she entered the solarium. The garden had both red and black roses in bloom everywhere.
Arlene didn’t dawdle. She quickly accepted a glass from a silver tray held by a servant whose face was as blank as all the others. “For you, my dear.”
My dear? “Thank you, Mrs. Gaylor,” Destini said.
“Come now. And do call me Arlene. Let’s have a chat, shall we? So you like my boy, Bryce?”
Destini sipped her wine instead of answering. She didn’t think Arlene would truly listen if she did. The way she spoke was too rehearsed—detached. “He’s a good boy, like his grandfather. Both of them are good men.”
“And what about your other son. Thaddeus? Is he a good boy?” Destini asked casually.
“Thaddeus is like his father dear. Very much so,” she replied.
“How long have you been married?”
“Married?”
“Yes, you and Mr. Gaylor.”
“Oh. Yes. Married,” Arlene chuckled, sipped, and then chuckled again. “We are indeed married, I suppose. Yes. We were married. I remember the church. It was the last time I saw my father and mother in Wales. Before—”
Destini stared at Arlene waiting. Had her wind-up crank finally run down? “Arlene, are you okay?”
“Mmm, yes, I do like wine. I wonder if Mitchell wants wine now. Do you think he wants wine? I’m sure he hasn’t thought of it, but if he has, well I must be sure. Excuse me, dear.”
Destini watched her hurry off, calling for someone. She whispered to the servant while clutching her hands together. The servant nodded obediently and hurried off.
Arlene finally returned. “There, crisis averted. Now where were we?”
“Your husband, you were talking about the ceremony.”
Arlene’s eyes shot to Destini in alarm. “I was not!”
“The wedding?” Destini corrected herself, confused.
“Oh, yes, you mean wedding ceremony. How silly of me. Of course I was talking about that. Yes, that was some time ago. I was sixteen then.”
“What?” Destini blanched.
Arlene nodded. “Yes, Mitchell... he’s from a very respected family at home. My father’s brother was Lord over Gaylor and lived here in America. When he died all of the Gaylor wealth was willed to my dad. He and Mitchell’s father arranged my marriage so that Mitchell could run the family business.”
“Why didn’t your father do it?”
“Unfortunately I was the only child. A girl. We need men, boys, to carry the tradition. We had none. So this was for the best. Mitchell chose me. It was an honor. I hope the same for my daughters.”
Destini choked on the sherry. Arlene looked over at her, confused, but offered no assistance. Putting her fist to her mouth, she tried to calm the burn in her throat. “Excuse me, did you say daughters?”
“Yes, I have five?”
“FIVE?”
“Bryce’s sisters. They were all sent to live with my family, but Mitchell let me keep Bryce and Thaddeus. Our boys. A son is important. Yes. Yes. Very important.”
“Um, I think I’m going to leave now.”
Bryce entered, his timing perfect as always. He walked straight for her. “You ready?”
She hadn’t been so happy to see someone in all her life. She couldn’t wait to escape Arlene and her quiet madness. More importantly, she had the terrifying feeling that it was contagious.
Take a long look down the rabbit hole, Destini. This is where the bottom fills. Look at Arlene. Bet she knows pleasure. And a whole lotta pain too! Ha!
Once back in her car with Gaylor Manor in their rearview mirror, Destini found the ability to catch her breath. So many questions churned in her head, she felt like her brain would explode.
“Stop the car!”
“What?”
“Stop the damn car!” she shouted at him.
Bryce drove down a side road where the cover of trees thinned and nearly pitched the car toward an embankment. Destini threw open her car door and got out, taking in deep breaths of air. She inhaled soil, the pine, the wet leaves and decaying vegetation and it was wonderful. It was better than the putrid stench of secrecy behind Gaylor’s walls. Then it came up. Dinner spewed from her in slimy chunks. Bryce was at her side holding her up. He pulled her back when she was done. Resting her on the car, he went inside and found some take-out napkins that were shoved down in the dash. She wiped her mouth, and the tears welled.
“I had to take you to meet them, Destini. So you could understand. If I’m broken, it’s not because I want to be. Do you understand?”
“No,” she said sadly. “You have sisters.”
“Mother told you?”
“You would have told me if we really mattered.” She shoved him off. Destini stepped over the gravel, headed for the embankment. Her heels sank into the moist earth making her waddle some. She turned her coat to keep it from billowing open. The wind licked away her loosely falling tears. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Tell you? Tell the woman I desire that my father has five daughters he’s never laid eyes on, outside of their birth. That he cast them aside like trash and continued to breed with my mother until she gave him a son? Two sons. And then he had her fixed so she couldn’t have any more kids. Oh! Should I have mentioned that I don’t even know my sister’s names?”
“Bryce. You’re a grown man! You continue this!”
“Continue it? I ran like hell from it. I cast my name aside. Left all the money behind. I only came back…”
“Because of me?” Destini said in horror. “What Thaddeus said was true. He lured you back by using me.”
“You think I can escape it now? Do you? Now that I’ve shown you my darkness and learned how to find love with in it?”
Destini shook her head in disbelief. “I can.”
Bryce nodded. “I had hoped you would see things differently, see me differently. I would never treat you like he treats her.”
“Your mother. Call her that. It’s what she is.”
“You met the woman. She’s a vessel, a shell of a creature, something for his pleasure. She stopped being a mother to me long ago.”
Destini threw up her hands. She turned from him, hands to hips. Her mother was controlling, to the point of smothering, but even she couldn’t imagine being raised by that woman, Arlene.
It’s not your problem, Destini. Bryce, Sir, whoever the fuck he calls himself, is not your problem. He’s a man with issues, like all the other men you’ve dealt with. You had a good run, some fun times. Now get out. Get out while you can. Or do you want to be Arlene?
Bryce stepped behind her. His arms encircled her. She sank into the comfort of his embrace. He was so strong and protective when he wanted to be. “I don’t know how this can work, Sir.”
“Take a few days away from me, from Gaylor. Think about us and my feelings for you.”
“Feelings?” she broke free of his arms and faced him. “What are they? These feelings?”
“You know what they are,” he said.
“No. You have yet to tell me what they are. But if you want me then you’ll have to be able to say it. Truly tell me. While I’m gone, you do the same. You think about those feelings and what they mean. Then we’ll talk.”
“That’s fair, but what of tonight? Can I come to your bed tonight? Hold you. Just us, with nothing between us but this.” He kissed her neck. Soft, passionate, sweet
, it was a kiss that melted her bones under her skin. He swept her up in his arms and held her to his heart. Her head dropped on his shoulder. A soft mewl escaped her throat. She loved him. But she knew better than to say so now.
***
Why did she agree to it? There were several reasons. First, she wanted him. Plain and simple. Destini wanted to feel Sir in her, on her, next to her, to be hers forever. He was right, that on most nights when she distanced herself from him she couldn’t breathe. Second, she knew it wasn’t what his father or brother wanted. She would enjoy defying those evil bastards, again. And last, she knew the truth. This, whatever she had with Sir, would end. Tonight would have to be their goodbye. No matter how much her heart begged her, Bryce’s world wasn’t one she could ever become part of.
They arrived to her dark cottage. She never looked back. She tossed her purse to the side and shrugged off her coat, letting it fall to the floor. Her obsessive need to put everything in its place, in its order, was replaced by the basest primal of urges. It began with her on all fours and him drilling her pussy to oblivion. She entered her bedroom.
Destini heard him outside the door. The soft clicks of the double bolts and his stride as he crossed the room to follow her. He arrived in time to see the zipper of her dress ease down. Destini cut him a sexy look over her shoulder. “Help?”
Sir was there, his hands to her hips. Destini removed her hands and let him run the zipper down the rest of the way. He kissed her left shoulder blade; his lips then brushed their ways up to her neck. Destini relaxed. She forced herself to forget Gaylor and everything about the black rose. She just let herself go. His hands slid around to her midriff. The front of her dress dropped and the chill in the room caused her nipples to peak. She shivered.
“Aw, my lovely, are you cold?” he whispered to the back of her ear, his breath warming her there. “Let me warm you,” he said ever so softly.
Sir cupped both breasts in his hands. He pressed his groin into her backside and she pushed back, loving the thick hard feel of him. Sir rubbed her nipples between his finger and thumbs, pinching each one. Heat spread through her chest and pooled down to her pelvis, dripping moisture to the seat of her panty. Underwear had been a requirement for this dinner. She wanted as much clothing and propriety as possible while she met his family.
Stop thinking of that cruel tyrant, Destini. He isn’t Sir, and what you share with Sir is nothing like what he has with that poor pitiful creature, Arlene. Or is that just the lie you tell yourself?
Destini turned and faced her lover. She pushed her dress down from her hips, silencing the voices in her head. Her nipples brushed his chest and she could tell he liked it, because she did. She stepped back so he could see her in her tiny black lace panty and the garter stockings she chose. She walked over to the side of the bed, lifting her foot to the edge. Sir stood perfectly still, watching her every move. He liked it when she wore garters. He liked it more when she removed them for him. And she wanted to please him, show him what being loved by a woman truly meant.
Destini unfastened the clip to the front and back of her left thigh. She tauntingly did the other. She removed the belt on her waist and dropped the thin straps to the floor. Sir began to unbutton his shirt. Destini walked around the bed. She sat at the foot of the mattress and laid back. Lifting her leg with dancer-like poise she put her foot to his bare chest, his linen white shirt now hanging open. Sir moved forward only to reach the top of her shapely thigh and roll her stocking down. The ease of his hands as the silk stocking glided down her skin sent a shiver up her spine and set her flesh to goose bumps with excitement.
Destini lowered her leg and lifted the other. Sir, with care, proceeded to ease the stocking off, running his palms over her calves to her ankle. He lifted her foot and kissed the center arch, his eyes latched to hers.
Destini sat up. She went for his belt. He stopped her. The rules usually meant her first, all of her, and she still wore her panty. That was against the rules. She was to be bare, accessible, unquestionably his. But tonight would not be about the scene and he would not hide from her behind the rules. Tonight would be just about them. Her gaze lifted to his. Wordlessly, she communicated her intentions with her eyes. Slowly, his hand dropped from hers.
Destini unfastened the buckle; a brass Gucci rectangular piece pierced the finest calfskin leather. She eased it from the loop. His eyes darkened like black ice, and sparkled when she snapped the buckle out like a whip to her right before tossing it to the floor. She unbuttoned his top button, easing down the tiny tab of his zipper. Sir was always sans underwear and tonight was no different. A mass of dark spry pubic hairs greeted her and his dick hung low, but not too far from her reach. Destini slipped her hand inside the front of his pants and withdrew his cock. Its hard-veined girth was difficult to hold in her small hand. But she fisted the shaft and lifted the round, glistening, hooded tip. Her mouth parted as it drew near, her eyes fastened to his. The moment his cock glided in over her tongue she saw him weaken. All the tension in his body seemed to melt away. Good boy.
Destini swallowed as best as she could. She was never good at this and sucking his length was never easy, but she braved the task. Taking him in all the way to the back of her throat, she sucked in her jaws as she worked her head back and forth. She loved the manly musk smell of him and sucked harder, stronger, when he grabbed the back of her head to hold her steady. He thrust his hips gently so as not to strangle her, but she heard his grunts and whispered demands that she go faster. So she did. Sucking, licking, rolling her tongue over the tip with each withdrawal and swallowing deep.
Destini wanted him to come. He had never come in her mouth, but tonight she would swallow his seed gladly. She wanted to taste all of him. He pushed back, with a loud groan and she knew he would deny her the opportunity. So she sucked harder, held tighter, and squeezed his balls with her free hand.
“DESTINI,” he grunted forcing her off and ejaculating on her chin, spraying her chest. She reached for him greedily but he was quicker. He brought her up to her feet and tossed her on the bed. She giggled. He didn’t. He was on her, his mouth covering hers. She forced his shirt off his muscle-packed arms. He lifted her by the ass and pushed her back to the center of the bed. He covered her, forcing her legs apart.
Their flesh, her chest and his, was sticky with sweat and his pearly seed. The wet smacking noise turned her on. She pushed her hands into the back of his lowered pants and grabbed his clenched buttocks. He gasped for air, lifting his lips from hers, gazing down at her with pure emotion.
This is love, Destini. Isn’t it? You know love. Don’t you? Look at how he looks at you? What man looks that way at a woman he doesn’t love? Tell him you love him again; show him that there is nothing to fear in those words. Label this thing between you. Or are you as big of a chickenshit as he is, Destini girl?
“I love you, Sir.”
He hesitated, his mouth opened to say something and Destini’s breath caught as she believed it to be the words that were tangled on his tongue. But he lifted his cock and penetration came swiftly instead. The moment was lost. Her eyes fluttered shut and he sank all six inches of pure steel into her. She lifted her ass to greet him. Her legs were forced apart by his arms. He was able to give her long, deep strokes that hit her core. Apparently he hadn’t fully released his orgasm but his dick was hard as steel. Destini cried out in rejoicing passion, moving underneath him, licking her lips. Her body was on fire. Hot, molten satisfaction poured through her veins. Sir’s thrusts came with rolling hips and the smacking of his balls to her ass. She bucked beneath him, wanting more. It was so good to her, tears of relief slipped from the corners of her eyes. Then he withdrew, possibly to regain control.
Destini seized the moment, forcing him to flip over. He did so, withdrawing from her slick channel. She straddled his lap. His pants were gathered at his knees, but there was no time for formalities. It was raw and primal need she was servicing. She got on his cock, eased down steadily, adj
usting to the discomfort from the mere size of it. He filled her completely. Destini braced her hands to his sticky chest. Lifting her ass, she moved until the fit was just right and her pussy accepted the invasion. He was groaning beneath her. His chin tilted up. His lips, so succulent and kissable, parted slightly as he struggled for breath. She pumped her hips back and forth and he gripped her thighs. His hold was so tight, his nails breaking skin.
But she withstood.
She pumped her hips and rode his cock while fingering her clit to get her own juices flowing. Her hair covered most of her face. She could see the strands lift and flutter out with each staggered breath. She could see him thrashing under her veil of hair. But Destini was powerless to stop. He was going to come in her. The rare times they went without condoms were the best.
Did you put in your diaphragm, Destini? You didn’t forget, did you? If you did, there will be consequences. I’m sure it will be the kind that Mitchell Gaylor would like. That is, if it’s a son. We know what he does to little girls.
Destini closed her eyes and screamed in her head for the voice of Rain to shut up. She screamed and screamed until the cries escaped her lips, and she exploded in an orgasm that shook the bed on its foundation. Depleted, she dropped on Sir, shivering and weeping.
Shocked, Bryce flipped her over and moved her hair from her face. “Destini? What is it? Did I hurt you? What is it?”
“Get out!” she moaned rolling away. “You can’t even say you love me. What am I to you? Just go. It hurts, Bryce. I can’t. I can’t.”
“Destini, please... I—”
