Was it possible I had deeper feelings for her than I thought I did?
Brushing it aside, I took a leather flogger out of the toy box. I lashed her hard with it as she cried out.
“Panther!” She uttered the safe word.
This time I stopped immediately. “What’s wrong, Princess?”
She whimpered as she turned to me. One glance at her bright red flesh oozing a trickle of blood answered my question.
“That hurt. I don’t want you to do that again,” she stated firmly.
“Maybe he wants to.” Sinister growled.
I shook my head. “Daddy won’t do that again, Princess.” I tossed the flogger aside and got behind her. Both Sinister and I began kissing down her body each of us squeezing one of her breasts as she moaned with pleasure. Perspiration broke out on my back as the room became hotter and hotter. My fingers rubbed her clit as his finger dove deep into her wet pussy. She cried out loudly as we both pressed on to satisfy her. With my fingers furiously rubbing her clit and his fingers deep inside her, she came quickly drenching our hands.
Grabbing her by the back of the neck, I pushed her down on the bed so that she was on all fours. “Do you want both your holes filled, Princess?” I asked feeling my cock swell at the thought.
“Oh yes, please.” She moaned.
I motioned for Sinister to get beneath her. She straddled him as his muscular arms encircled her tiny waist. Grabbing a bottle of lube, I squirted a generous amount on her asshole before rubbing the tip of my cock on it. Pushing forward, I filled her tight ass feeling it grip my cock firmly.
As soon as Sinister sunk his cock inside her pussy, there was an immediate tightening. The two of us slowly churned our cocks inside her feeling her body tense up as she squirmed with pleasure.
“Princess, tell us how much you want us to fill you with our cum!” I commanded. As soon as the words escaped my lips, I regretted them. It was like I couldn’t stand to hear her beg for another man’s come.
“Fill me with your cum, please,” she begged as I kneaded her breasts in my hands.
There was something much deeper between us.
I felt him jerking beneath her. She became tighter on my cock as she cried out. I could feel her pulsing with orgasm as he came. I still hadn’t come yet. I continued thrusting deep inside her ass even after he pulled out of her. I couldn’t finish though. My cock ached with frustration.
“Daddy Ayden, what’s wrong?” Sasha asked as I pulled out immediately leaving for the bathroom.
I cleaned up yanking on a pair of shorts before coming out. “I’m fine, princess.” I kissed her quickly on the cheek.
Sinister laid next to her the sheet covering his nudity.
Just seeing him there filled me with revulsion. There was no doubt about it I wanted him gone.
Out of our bed and our lives.
I sighed as I lit a cigarette.
Sinister caught my eye and I gestured for him to leave us.
“I’ve got some things to do. I’ll be back later.”
After he left, Sasha caught my hand. “Daddy, what’s wrong?”
“Sasha, you don’t always have to call me that. Playtime is over. Just call me Ayden.”
She reached for my cock which had gone down. “You didn’t finish. Let me help you.”
I pushed her away. “Not now. Maybe later.”
“What’s wrong?”
Shaking my head, I finished dressing. I didn’t want to talk about it just yet. I needed some time. “We’ll talk later, okay?”
She smiled quickly dressing. “I don’t know what’s wrong, but tell me later.”
After she left, I went to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of whiskey. As much as I enjoyed Macallan, Ash’s signature drink, I preferred the taste of Jameson.
Why had Sinister fucking Sasha bothered me so much? Before I even asked myself, I knew the answer.
I was falling for her.
The thought terrified me. I hadn’t loved anyone, truly loved anyone since Trish died. I had thought I loved Amber, but now after realizing what Sasha and I had, I knew I’d only been obsessed with Amber.
With a sinking feeling, I knew what I felt for Sasha was real. My initial idea was to keep what we had as fun and games. Introducing Sinister was my way of doing that. Now I just wanted him gone. I wanted Sasha for myself. I wanted us to be alone together.
I sighed deeply finishing the liquor. I didn’t want to be dealing with all these feelings while I was struggling to stay clean every day. Was love something I wanted? Would it help me stay sober or make me plunge further into addiction?
Seventy Five
Ash
Even though it was freezing outside, I opened the sunroof as I drove down the coastal highway to Ayden’s house. As the chilly wind whipped through my hair, I thought about how lucky I was to finally feel like I had a brother. Ayden was proving to be an amazing analyst. His business acumen was off the charts.
He’d also become a good friend to me. I wasn’t the type of guy who had a lot of male friends. I had a lot of acquaintances and business relationships, but I wasn’t particularly close to anyone other than Amber. Ayden, however, was the exception. The bond between us was strengthening and with our shared desire to find our lost sister, we were spending a lot of time together.
A huge object smashed onto the windshield of my car knocking me out of my reverie. Swerving dramatically, I jerked the wheel to avoid spinning out onto the shoulder.
Shaking, I slowed the car and pulled off onto the shoulder. My windshield was covered in blood.
What the fuck just happened?
I jumped out to see the remains of a large gray-white bird splattered on the highway. The hood of my black car was decorated in its’ grisly remains. Feathers were flying everywhere. Sickened, I opened my trunk and pulled out a towel.
Carefully, I wiped up as much of the carnage as I could off of the hood. The smell of the blood nauseated me. I tossed the soiled towel behind some trees as I got back into the car. Turning on the windshield wipers, I hit the spray button trying to clean the blood off. I was going to have to hit the car wash ASAP.
Pulling up into the driveway, I noticed a sleek black Harley sitting out front. Did Ayden buy himself one already? He’d been talking about it. As I walked to the front door, an uneasy feeling pulled at my stomach. Something was wrong.
Punching the doorbell, I waited impatiently for Ayden. Several minutes went by and no answer. I walked around to the back to see his Mercedes parked in the lower level parking spot. He must be home, I reasoned as I walked back to the front door.
I punched the doorbell again. I heard a slight rustling inside like someone frantically moving something.
“Ayden? It’s Ash,” I called out.
Again, I heard several whispers and then a crash.
That was it. I was going in.
I jiggled the doorknob and surprisingly the door opened.
“Ayden?” I called out again. Maybe he was in there with Sasha. I didn’t want to interrupt an intimate moment.
The noises sounded as if they were coming from the kitchen. I walked through the foyer to the left.
My mouth fell open as I saw Ayden frantically cleaning up what appeared to the remnants of a party.
A dark haired heavily muscled man with his arms decorated in tattoos sat at the table looking around with heavy lidded eyes.
“Ayden!”
He spun around to see me standing there. His eyes widened as he attempted to hide the full syringe that was sitting on the table. Several empty balloons covered the surface along with blackened spoons and lighters. The table was covered with a powdery like substance. The ashtray was full of crushed cigarette butts. The air was thick with smoke and the acrid stench of sweat filled my nostrils.
I turned away so ashamed of him. I couldn’t believe he’d use again after everything that had happened.
“Ash, I thought you weren’t coming until 4:00.” His voice shook as he ave
rted his eyes from my harsh gaze.
“Ayden, it’s 4:10.”
The dark haired tattooed guy who I assumed was Sinister sat looking at me unimpressed. He almost appeared amused by the scene unfolding before him.
“It is? Oh my God, I’m so sorry.” Ayden jumped up and started cleaning up.
I shook my head. “Never mind, Ayden. I don’t think we’ll be going anywhere now.” I peered at his bloodshot eyes. Now I knew why I hadn’t seen him in several days. Disgusted, I turned away.
“Ash, please don’t go!” Ayden stumbled over his chair to reach me as I walked out of the kitchen.
I threw my hands up as I walked towards the door. “I’m done. I thought you were serious about us finding Amelia together! I thought you liked working at Blackthorne International.”
Ayden rushed over to me to catch my arm. “I do!” He pulled me around to face him. “Please don’t go. I made a mistake. It was just this once I promise. I’m not using again, really I’m not.”
I was at a loss for words. I didn’t know what to say to him. I knew he was high and I knew he’d used more than just this one time. Still, he was my brother and I didn’t want to throw him out of my life. “You’ve made a lot of progress. I hate to see you throw it away.”
He nodded anxiously. “It’s because of you, Amber, and Sasha. I feel like I have a family. I have something to look forward to now.”
“Yes, you do.”
“I won’t do it again, Ash, I promise. Please give me another chance.”
Mulling over his words, I glanced around. His once beautiful home now looked like a drug addict’s den. There were holes burnt into the fine leather sofa and trash littered the hardwood floors. It was then I noticed Sasha wasn’t around. “Where’s Sasha, Ayden?”
His eyes clouded with tears as he shook his head. “She’s not here,” he said quietly.
“Because she caught you using again,” I finished. Things had gone downhill so fast for him. It frightened me that I hadn’t seen what was happening.
“It’s just for a few days. She’ll be back. Look, it was just this one last binge and I’m getting clean. I’m sick of living this way.”
I knew he believed the words coming out of his mouth. I didn’t question his sincerity one bit. But I knew he would use again.
And again.
I turned around to catch a glance at Sinister who was sitting at the kitchen table smoking a cigarette glaring at us. Swirls of smoke curled from his lips. He flexed the muscles of his right arm as he brought the cigarette up to his mouth.
“Get rid of Sinister. He’s bringing you down,” I hissed at him.
Ayden looked helpless as he shook his head quickly. “How can I? He doesn’t have any place to go. His ex-MC, Sons of Brotherhood are after him. They put a bounty on his head.”
Sons of Brotherhood. Where had I heard that before? My God, my father’s old MC? That couldn’t be the same one! His words didn’t move me. Frankly, I didn’t give a shit about this ex-con MC guy. He was a heroin addict bringing my brother down with him. “I don’t care. As long as he’s here, you’re going to use. I know that and you know that. Get rid of him.”
“I can’t.”
“You will if you want to work with me. You will if you want to get clean.” With that, I pushed past him to open the door.
“Ash, please. I will get clean I promise. You’ll see. I got off smack before and I can do it again.”
I shook my head jiggling my car keys in my hand. “I know you did, but as long as that ex-con is hanging around you won’t. Get rid of him.”
Tears welled up in his eyes. “I want to, but...he’s my brother.”
“Then who am I?” I pounded my chest.
“You’re my brother,” he answered simply.
“Then fucking act like it!” I stormed out of the house. I was furious. How could he throw away everything he’d been working for? He and I had made such strides in our relationship. Amber had forgiven him and welcomed him with open arms into our home. Why would he throw it all away?
Jumping into my car, I roared off down the road. Apparently, addiction had a much stronger hold on him than I thought it did.
I’d been feeling anxious lately. Maybe it was because I felt like Ayden and I were getting close to finding Amelia, but I still wasn’t ready to face the fact she might be my sister. It would mean that was yet another secret my father had kept from me.
As Amber sat in the downstairs office working, I went into my own office on the second floor overlooking the ocean. Unlocking the windows, I opened them to hear the waves crashing onto the beach below. I walked over to my desk and opened the drawer containing my father’s journal.
Flipping through it, I was hoping to see more about Amelia. I’d scoured the journal several times before, but something kept leading me back to it. As I turned the pages, I noticed the leather binding in the journal ripped a bit near the spine. I tugged carefully to ensure I didn’t tear the book apart. A tiny piece of paper fluttered out.
Do you think it’s over just because I’m dead?
The words chilled me through and through. What the hell did that mean? It was definitely my father’s writing, but what was he trying to tell me? The paper looked newer then the journal pages and the writing was shaky, indicating he’d written in his old age. My hands trembled as I contemplated what that could mean. What’s over? What wouldn’t be over? My mind reeled with questions as I heard Amber climbing the stairs.
“Ash? Are you busy?”
“No, you can come in.” I stuffed the paper in the center drawer of my desk. I placed the journal back where I had it.
The door opened and Amber appeared with a huge smile on her face. She was wearing a tight dress with her long hair pulled up in a ponytail. “Hey, handsome. I could do with a little kink, what do you think?” She hopped onto my lap.
I held her face in my hands and kissed her firmly on the lips tasting strawberries on her lips. “Of course, I can. What do you have in mind?”
She whispered in my ear making my cock harder and harder.
“That’s hot, baby.”
Watching her undress always turned me on. The way her tits burst forth from her bra as if they’d been restrained all day and were finally released. Her nipples were hard as the cool breeze touched them. She ran her hands over the small of her stomach before dipping her fingers into her black silk panties.
Her eyes rolled back as she touched herself. I watched as she worked her hand inside her panties. Her nipples became even harder as she then slipped her panties off spreading her legs wide.
My cock pulsated as I watched her open her pink pussy rubbing her clit with her fingers. It was shining wet.
She laid back on the bed rubbing her pussy furiously. She arched her back as she rubbed her clit, the juices dribbling down to her ass. I reached for my own cock and rubbed myself through my pants.
Her long hair spilled all around her. Her full red lips parted as she rode hard towards her orgasm.
I held my hand over my mouth to keep from moaning as I watched her.
She slipped her fingers inside her pussy pumping them in and out, as if it was my cock.
Her moans of ecstasy were more than I could stand. I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out. I stroked myself as I watched her.
She stopped. Her fingers weren’t enough to bring her off. Throwing open the nightstand drawer, she pulled out her favorite pink vibrator.
Her pussy was dripping as she slipped it right up inside her. I nearly exploded myself as she shoved the vibrator in and out. Her pussy lips holding fast to the vibrator as she pulled it out.
I stroked the length of my shaft as she rode the vibrator hard. Her tits jiggled as she writhed on the bed.
Her legs went stiff as she cried out her juices spilling onto the bed. I groaned quietly as I came shooting my come all over.
Her eyes closed as she slipped the vibrator out. She rolled over on the bed and looked directly out the window
at me. “Get in here, Sir and fuck me.”
As I ran inside the house, I felt the blood race to my cock making it harder and harder. I could scarcely stand the pressure. I strode over to her taking her by the waist. Pressing my lips to hers, she tasted ever so sweet. I drew back as I felt my stubble graze her soft flesh. “A little rough?”
“I love it rough.” She pulled me back to her.
“Oh, do you now?” I wound her long hair around my fist yanking her head back.
She moaned with pleasure as I then loosened my hold bringing her to my lips again. Without a word, I squeezed her tits. She gasped with pleasure. My cock raged harder at me I knew I needed to be inside her quickly. Her hands found the back of my neck digging into my flesh. My hands dove into her hair pulling her to me as I sucked her tongue tasting her. I slipped my hand between her legs and stroked her feeling her hot, wet pussy. Her lips were velvety smooth as I used a fingertip to tease her clit ever so gently.
“Ash,” she moaned, “I want to feel your tongue on my pussy.”
“Do you? You want me to run my tongue over your hot, throbbing pussy making it wetter and wetter? Then what do you want me to do? Should I part your legs so I can taste you even more? Maybe I should suck your clit into my mouth feeling it swell between my lips. Then, I’ll take my finger and shove it deep inside you rubbing your G-spot until you squirt.” Beneath my fingers, she squirmed as I whispered in her ear.
Pushing her back onto the bed, I pushed her legs apart doing just what I said I would do. My tongue snaked out tasting her salty sweetness caressing her swollen lips. Feeling her clit swelling beneath my tongue, I sucked it into my mouth savoring her incredible taste. She wiggled beneath my touch her breathing fast and heavy. She moaned arching her back as I slipped my finger deep inside her lapping her clit as I furiously fucked her with my finger taking care to massage her G-spot.
“Ash!” she cried as her hands pounded the bed. She clutched the duvet cover tightly in her hands as she lurched forward with her hips attempting to capture more of my tongue.
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