“Good girl. Now where were we?”
“Strawberries, my lord, how can they be mine?”
“Oh, my love, that’s easy. They’ll be yours because I’ll die before you do.”
I came out of my reverie and looked him in the eye. “Sir, how do you know you’ll die before me, and how do you know we’ll still be together when you do?”
“One step at a time, my love. But now you know that I intend to maintain your dream until I die.” His blue eyes were eager and childlike as he lifted me in a blissful embrace and lowered me onto his hardness. My insides crumbled and rushed to meet him. The orgasm came on quickly, but lasted an eternity, an expression of thanksgiving as he filled me with his juice of life.
We sat in our embrace until the water became tepid. We showered together, washing one another and enjoying the simplicity of getting clean.
“Got a big day planned today. Sunny and Ty will be coming around for a late brunch. I’ve got champagne chilling and a catered meal,” he said as he brushed his hair.
“I didn’t realize you knew Ty was coming, my lord.”
“Sunny told me this morning when he got up for breakfast, but I told him to go to bed till later, that I’d be serving you this morning. I guess he’s probably still in bed. His place has been busier lately since he put Abby in charge of finding bands. Sunny’s is turning out to be quite a rock and roll venue. I hope he doesn’t miss it too much when he leaves.”
“It’s not like Twisted Oak is on another planet, my lord. He can still come a few days a week, if he wishes,” I pointed out as I put one last curl to my hair.
“True, and we’ll always have this place for when we want to come too. I’ll miss the city, for sure.” He pulled a new pair of silken pants on, golden tan this time.
“I know I will, my lord,” I sighed.
“Don’t worry, it’ll still be our home. It’s not like in Monique’s time when it took over a day to get from Twisted Oak. It’s only a two-and-a-half hour drive. Come, Nez, lie down on the bed so I can put some medicine on that fine ass of yours.”
I laid face down while he dabbed some kind of sweet-smelling salve in and around my anus. The pain went away and then he rubbed it on my cheeks, giving me a tingling sensation. His hands massaged me delicately. He placed his hand up underneath and cupped my most sensitive parts; my legs instinctively spread, pushing my ass upward.
“Nezzie, I appreciate your eagerness, but we’ve got plans,” he said as he pushed his fingers into my vagina and then slapped my ass with his wet fingers. “Stay ready, though.”
He went to the armoire. “Wear this today. I need you to be comfortable. There’ll be some physical activity before we dine.” He winked at me and I raised my eyebrows. “I won’t remind you again, my love, that I fuck when, what, where, and how I want, so be prepared for anything at any time. You’re called on to maintain my dreams too, Nezzie.”
“Yes, sir,” I said as I slipped on a short gauzy silken teddy that matched the color of his pants. The neckline and short hem showed nearly everything I had to show.
“Nezzie, your body is so beautiful. I wanna show it off to everyone,” he sighed, “but I covet you too. I find your body best adored when seen, but out of reach. You’re ravishing, my love, simply decadent.”
“Thank you, my lord,” I said as I examined myself in the mirror.
“I wanna fuck you, but we have to wait. There’s more fun in store today because we’re celebrating again.” He smiled and opened the bedroom door to the sound of Sunny’s sweet voice and gentle fingers strumming. He looked up and smiled to see Mr. Delacroix and me listening. To my surprise, Mr. Delacroix left my side and went to him. Sunny set his guitar aside and stood to receive him.
“Sunny, I’m so grateful that you’re coming home with us.”
Their kiss was magical, every bit as soulful as when Mr. Delacroix kissed me. When two people are in love, that precious emotion transcends the physical. It does not matter who or what you are, only love matters.
They let go of each other, and Sunny sat on the floor. I was comfortable with their relationship because I had come to know the root of it, that they were family, my family, and this is how we love one another. I was secure in Mr. Delacroix’s devotion to me. I just wished I could be as secure with his ability to control his temper. I shook the negative thought from my mind.
“Good morning,” I said to Sunny as I sat on my pillow. “I guess Ty must have called you. I’m sorry. I should have called you back last night.”
“It’s okay, Miss Nez. When I sent Ty your message I told him he was to stop by after he left. He wasn’t here very long. He was cryptic about what was going on, but he told me you helped him decide to come to Twisted Oak. How’d you do that? What’d you say?”
“I said ‘please’ in my special kind of way that apparently you men can’t say no to,” I joked. Mr. Delacroix listened in silence, his expression neutral.
“Miss Nez, you’re something else. I won’t push it, though, because I’m glad he’s coming and I know your heart’s in the right place,” Sunny said as he set to work tuning his guitar. “I appreciate your special connection with Ty.”
“Just think of it this way, Sunny. I think Ty finally understands that he isn’t the only one with demons,” I said. Mr. Delacroix shifted in his seat, but remained stoic. Sunny did not notice.
“Ya sure got that right, Miss Nez. Ya sure got that right.”
Mr. Delacroix went to the kitchen to collect crystal champagne flutes, strawberries, and some sweet cream to dip them in. He came back with a tray adorned with a single white rose with pink edges. “Things are gonna be so much better at Twisted Oak when we all get there. It’ll be a happy place again like it was when I was a kid. Mr. Scott and my dad would have the best times together. The music you play reminds me of them sometimes, Sunny.”
Sunny began his soothing absent-minded strumming. The champagne was cold. It went perfectly with the strawberries and cream.
“Brandy cream sauce from across the square,” Mr. Delacroix said, popping a cream-covered berry into his mouth. “Good stuff, but to be eaten in moderation.”
The door buzzer went off. “Must be Ty,” Sunny said, and moments later, Ty was beaming when he entered the room. “Finally, we all where we s’posed ta be!” We all raised our glasses in unison.
Sunny sat down in his spot and patted the floor next to him for Ty to sit. “We’ve got a lot to go over this afternoon, so don’t get too high off that champagne.”
“No, sir,” said Ty as he sat dutifully by Sunny’s side. “I been havin’ enough a dat las night. My gettin’ high days is over now, ya heah? I be a clean machine.”
I recalled Ty telling me he was going to do so much cocaine last night he would not feel a thing. He looked okay, but somewhat shaky. I still could not completely shake the pangs of addiction myself.
“Ty,” Sunny said, “what would you like me to play for you?”
“Oh damn, boss, I dunno. Let me think a bit,” he said, and put his finger to his chin. “I know. Play ‘Wonderful World’ for me, sir. I’d like it if you did.”
Sunny began: “I see trees of green, red roses too. See them bloom, for me and you. And I think to myself, what a wonderful world . . .”
Ty was so pleased he almost spilled his champagne. Sunny sounded perfect. I looked at Mr. Delacroix and he had his head leaned back on the sofa and was listening with his eyes closed. I wondered how Sunny could remember all the music. He knew so many songs by heart, like a human jukebox.
Sunny set his guitar aside and reached over to the coffee table. Dipping a strawberry into the cream, he fed one to Ty. He watched closely as Ty chewed; when Ty was ready to swallow, Sunny gently put his hand on Ty’s throat. You could see when Ty’s Adam’s apple moved because Sunny’s hand responded as if cresting a wave. Sunny was on his knees when he pulled Ty i
n by the throat and bent to kiss him long and hard. Ty turned into that caramel goo I remembered from weeks ago.
My groin fluttered with excitement and Mr. Delacroix patted my shoulder. I ached for it and he knew it. “Patience, little slut,” he whispered. I closed my eyes. My clit throbbed.
I opened my eyes as Sunny, facing Ty, dropped his purple silk pants. Immediately, without Sunny saying a word, Ty got up on his haunches and had Sunny’s dick in his mouth.
“That’s good, boy, real good.” Sunny’s hips started moving. He had a great ass; solid, bronze, smooth, and perfect in complexion. The muscles tightened with each hip thrust. I began to fidget and Mr. Delacroix reminded me that wiggling is not nice by giving me a soft slap on the face. Of course, Ty was speechless, but I could see the painful-looking bulge in his jeans.
Sunny backed away and turned around, leaving Ty imbalanced and groping for more, the bulging jeans looking painful as ever. Sunny’s penis was long, but not as thick as Mr. Delacroix’s. It was stunning from this perspective and my breath caught. Mr. Delacroix put his finger in my mouth and I greedily sucked. I felt a stir inside; that familiar orgasmic wave. I sucked harder as Sunny sat against the bookshelves, his penis so rigid that he appeared to have difficulty bending to sit. He took a bottle of lubricant from the shelf and began to stroke himself with it.
“Ty, take your clothes off and come sit on my dick. Give me a lap dance, a nice deep one.”
Sunny’s voice had an unfamiliar tone to it, flat, firm, and uncompromising. It was difficult to imagine that voice in song only moments before.
Ty was trembling with need. He hastily kicked his shoes off and fumbled with his zipper.
“Ty, now,” Sunny demanded, unrelenting. “For fuck’s sake, you’re never wearing anything with a zipper again.”
“Yes, sir,” Ty said as he ripped his shirt off and finally got to his zipper.
“I hope your dick hurts,” Sunny said with unanticipated cruelty.
“It does, sir, very much.” He kicked his jeans off. His ass was thin, but surprisingly muscular.
“Turn your back to me and sit down. Squat your skinny black ass on my dick, boy,” Sunny said.
“Yes, sir.” Ty turned to face us. His penis was huge. The brown appendage was nearly the size of my forearm in length. The head was unusually pronounced and throbbing. Overcome with the sight, I groaned as my orgasm came. Mr. Delacroix took his finger out of my mouth, fingered my breast, and then lightly slapped my face when I unconsciously wiggled. I noticed my legs had come open and a wet spot on the pillow grew. Mr. Delacroix patted my breast and put his hand on my shoulder to steady me as we watched the show.
Sunny’s legs spread, knees bent. Ty squatted with his knees together as best he could with that huge dick between them. Sunny grabbed him by the neck with both hands, similar to the way Mr. Delacroix handled me on the sofa the night I signed on. Sunny slammed Ty onto him and Ty yelled out. Sunny lifted him and slammed him again as he grunted. Ty’s moans were alarming. His amber eyes were ablaze with desire and I could see his long dick protrude and bounce as Sunny slammed him repeatedly, breathing hard and grunting.
Soon, a calm relaxation came to Ty’s expression and his alarming sounds turned into deep, masculine purrs that made me think of a lion. Ty went limp with acceptance and subjugation. His legs fell apart, revealing that amazing cock.
“Nezzie,” Mr. Delacroix whispered, “take your clothes off and go sit on Ty’s dick, but only in your vagina. I don’t think your ass can handle that. Besides, I’m saving it for later.” He nudged me off my pillow with his leg. “Go, Nezzie, now, and face me when you do it,” he said. “I told you to be ready for anything.”
I walked over to Ty as I pulled the nightie over my head. His eyes followed my movements. I turned to face Mr. Delacroix and squatted as Ty had done, but I had to reach back and right myself with his long cock.
I let myself drop a little ways. Exploding in delirium, I fell all the rest of the way on the long, dark pole. It hurt at first and I whimpered. I could feel hands help me rise up again and let me fall, up and down in rhythm with my partners.
Our breaths in time with one another, I could hear Sunny’s grunts turn to groans and Ty was euphoric, his purring so sensual in my ear. I kept coming and I ground myself onto him until it hurt. Ty came and I felt him shudder as Sunny moaned long and deep. We slowed to a steady rhythm and finally awakened from our shared ecstasy. Ty wrapped his arms around me and Sunny wrapped his arms around both of us.
“Wow, ya’ll,” Mr. Delacroix said, “that was just about the most erotic thing I’ve seen in a long time. Ya’ll look like an Oreo cookie but with the chocolate in the middle.” His voice dripped with southern Spanish moss.
We were all catching our breaths, still stacked on one another. It felt good to be so close to them, feeling their damp skin on mine.
“Nezzie, you come over here now and let’s show these boys what you’ve learned,” Mr. Delacroix said. “Come on now, get up.” His pants were off and he stroked his rigid penis.
Ty lifted me off with a sigh and I went to Mr. Delacroix with Ty’s come dripping down my legs.
“Yes, sir?” I said as I stood before him on shaking legs.
“Turn around, Nez.”
I faced the two men and noticed that Sunny had not let Ty off him. His white hands showed force against Ty’s broad, olive shoulders.
“Nezzie, sit on my cock just like Ty did to Sunny. Shove it up your ass,” he said as he placed his hands on my hips.
“Yes, my lord,” I said as I let him guide me onto him. The pain came again as it had before, but was a little worse since I was still tender from the previous night. I was not able to relax against ropes. I instinctively struggled to get away, but he held me firm with hands on my hips. Ty attempted to get up and help me, but Sunny held him down and kissed his neck. I longed to be bound secure and without pain.
“Breathe, my dear. Breathe and let me in. You know how much you like it,” Mr. Delacroix whispered as he pushed me down and flexed his hips so he would go even deeper.
I moaned in hopes that it would help me release my breath, but it only came in fits and starts. Sunny looked at me with intense arctic eyes. In my head, his voice: I hurt, the pain, I am alive. I began chanting this to myself as Mr. Delacroix moved me up and down his shaft. The pleasure pain was agonizing. I was on the verge of using a safe word when, like storm clouds breaking, I broke through and found that intoxication, that new zenith that I so readily welcomed. I was helpless and could not assist Mr. Delacroix. I longed to be tied in sweet constraint so that I could be free in my pleasure.
“Oh, Mr. Delacroix, please . . .” I begged, my voice primal.
“Come for me one more time, Nezzie. Show them how you come when my dick’s in your ass.” He slammed me down.
“Oh god,” I groaned.
Mr. Delacroix answered, “I’m right here. Your god is right here.” He slammed my body onto him once more and filled me up.
I came so hard that my body shook. When I regained composure, I noticed wet spots all over my pillow and wondered if I would ever walk again. Mr. Delacroix left me sitting on him for a long while and it took concentration to stay open for him.
“Stay relaxed, Nez,” he said as he moved my hips back and forth. “This is my ass and I’ll stay here as long as I want to.”
“Yes, sir,” I said, and he allowed me to lean back against him. I closed my eyes, took my mind to another time, to Monique’s time, and wondered if she had been frightened or empowered. I wondered about my own state of mind because I was so subordinate to physical pleasure. Nothing else mattered. I sighed, but it came out as a moan.
“Nezzie,” Mr. Delacroix said, “you’re a good fuck, my love.”
22.
The Dormouse, the Mad Hatter, the White Rabbit, and me; each of us, wounded in mind and spirit, had found
solace in the glorious sharing of our bodies, a kind of wonderland that made sense.
We were brought out of our relaxed state when Ty brought up the new talk on the street.
“I dunno, boss, all I knows is two white guys been goin’ round askin’ after Miss Nez. I stopped by Lorraine’s dis mornin’ on the way here and she say to me that Tali told her two guys was seekin’ our Miss Nez. They even have a picture of her.”
My skin crawled. They must have found out from Mr. Clementon. I cursed myself for telling him where I was headed.
“Ty, this is serious business. You just found out today? Anybody know how long they’ve been in town?”
“Yeah, just this mornin’ I found out. I can go ask Tali what he know.” Ty sensed our concern. “Miss Nez, you think it be the bad guys from KC?”
“I know it is.” I was shivering and very near tears. “What am I gonna do?”
“Not a thing, love. I told you, I got your back,” Mr. Delacroix said. “I’ll go down and speak with Tali and Lorraine. Ty, have you spread the word about Miss Nez? That she is to be protected?”
“Oh yes, sir, I got my people on it. They good folks who know how to keep things on the down low. Nobody in my network gonna say nothin’. They know she belong to you, and if anybody come aksin’ they tell me right away. This is how I know. I be checkin’ in every day with my people and they all over town, but I can’t say if the men only talkin’ to people in my network. Dat’s the worry.”
“Sunny, have you been taking Nezzie out a lot?” Mr. Delacroix asked.
“Some, but not too much, and only around the quarter where there are mostly tourists. I should think the locals are in the know. I don’t talk about you guys very much at the bar, so the locals there are probably pretty clueless about her.”
Mr. Delacroix left the apartment to speak to Tali. Sunny and Ty sat on the balcony and watched. I was too afraid to go outside, so I stood in the doorway and scanned the square.
Mr. Delacroix sat with Tali for a few minutes and listened to him intently. When he left Tali, he walked away from the apartment in the opposite direction and disappeared behind the buildings.
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