Good Lord: Woolf Tales 2

by Viva Gold

  I didn’t like the wobble in Angel’s throat. “I’m ok baby. Tell me, how long was I out for?”

  “Only ten minutes. Remi looked so sad. He said he didn’t deserve you or me.”

  I hugged Angel close. “Try to sleep little one. Remi will return to us soon.”

  I stared at the ceiling while my brain tried to unjumble the many thoughts and worries that swirled around my head. Before long Angel’s breathing had evened out and after a few cute little snuffles he fell asleep. Careful not to disturb him, I untangled my body from his, wrapped the covers around him and stumbled off to the bathroom. My legs were like jelly and I felt light headed. The brightness of the bathroom made me squint until my eyes adjusted to the light.

  “Holy fuck.” My hands flew to my throat. In the mirror, I could see a dark red ring blooming into a bruise around my neck. It looked ugly yet no matter how many times Remi marked me I never felt abused. Used maybe but then I had consented to that, hadn’t I?

  The door opened and Remi slid quietly into the bathroom. He stood behind me and placed his hands on my shoulders. He leaned down and kissed my cheek then sought my eyes in the mirror. Remi looked haggard and extremely guilty. He stroked my throat and I shivered.

  “I went too far.” His voice was hoarse. “I hurt you for real this time.” Tears welled up in his eyes and he looked wretched.

  I placed my hand over his. “No safe word, remember?” I shrugged.

  “It’s wrong Jason. This has gone beyond what is acceptable. I am a monster. You are correct of course, Henri has ruined me.” A tear slid down Remi’s face.

  I swirled around and gathered him in my arms. “No, no, no. He is the monster. He took all of his hate and used it against you to make you pay for leaving him. He never loved you, he just wanted to possess you; control you; make you a slave like the others. Don’t you understand? You came here vulnerable from my rejection to a man you thought would offer you solace, but instead he hurt you in the worst way. He preyed on your weakness for his own perverted pleasure.” I held Remi’s face in my hands. “There is nothing wrong with kinky sex babe; let’s be honest, most of what we do is hot. Tonight, though was the first time I was worried. Even though my orgasm was amazing, I don’t want you to do that to me again.”

  Remi shook his head violently. “I cannot be trusted Jason. Maybe you and Angel should go on without me.”

  “No way! We’re a three now. And I love you cousin, for real, you know, despite everything.”

  Remi hugged me hard. “I’m such an arrogant fool. I tend to ruin anything good that happens in my life.”

  “I’m already ruined so you’re ok there sweets.” I winked at Remi coyly and he laughed. “But if you want to truly move forward and keep this aspect of our sex life then I guess we do need to learn how to do it properly and safely.”

  “Like using a safe word?”

  “Well, it’s common to use red, amber, green. Red for stop, amber for slow down and green for go.”

  Remi cocked his head in thought. “Ok, I agree to that.”

  “And I want you to sub for Izzy.”

  Remi drew in a deep breath and I waited for his objection. He chewed on the side of his mouth while he was thinking about it.

  “Ok.”

  I was so shocked I squeaked. “Oh wow. I never thought you’d agree in a million years.”

  Remi scowled, shrugged and kissed me in that order. It was a proper kiss full of love and need. He needed me and I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anyone in my life. It came as a shock to me that even Izzy couldn’t compare to the depth of my feelings for Remi. Izzy was all about rules and as much as I wanted Remi to learn how to control his anger, I didn’t want to lose the unpredictable side to his nature. The suspense and anticipation he invoked was proving to be a potent aphrodisiac. I moaned into his mouth. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the bathroom door edge open a fraction and a cute little face peeked around the door. I held my hand out and Angel rushed to my side nudging in-between our bodies.

  Remi chuckled into my mouth and I grinned. He ruffled Angel’s white blonde hair and the young man beamed a smile so wide my heart lifted. Angel leaned back into me and we squished together with Remi’s powerful arms embracing us all.

  I awoke the next morning feeling like I was in a furnace. Raising my head, I tried to figure out the jumble of arms and legs and various other body parts. It was easy really; Remi was dark skinned and heavy limbed while Angel was practically luminescent, lean and much shorter. I was somewhere in the middle. Much paler than Remi but not quite as white as Angel. We were a right mish mash yet we fitted together perfectly. I thought back over the past few days and weeks and marvelled at how much my life had changed. There were so many contributing factors, but overall, I had to acknowledge that Remi had had the greatest impact. He was many things to me; cousin, friend, lover, master, teacher, sometimes torturer, but always my hero. I loved him in every role. I wondered about our future. It was certainly going to be a challenge living with not one but two new boyfriends. We all three of us had many obstacles to overcome on an emotional level which we would work through together and I knew that Izzy and Adam would support us all the way. I was happy. It wasn’t something I could lay claim to recently and although many people would judge Remi, Angel and I regarding our unconventional relationship, I couldn’t give a fuck. It worked for us.

  “I can hear you thinking.” Remi muttered into Angel’s hair. Angel huffed and wriggled in his sleep but like any teenager it would take more than a bit of chatter to wake him up. Remi grinned. He lifted his head to me and I raised mine to meet his lips. “Morning beautiful.”

  I smiled. “Not such an ugly sight yourself!”

  We chuckled together.

  “What tumultuous thoughts were storming around your head just now?” Remi switched to English wary of Angel hearing and worrying unnecessarily.

  I rolled my eyes. Remi already knew me so well. “I was pondering on our future and what it might look like.”

  I nervously bit my lip thinking I’d presumed too much without discussing it with him first but the look on his face relaxed me. He was all in. “It’s not going to be run of the mill, but it will suit us. I have to study; you have to work, and Angel also needs to go to school. Or perhaps home schooling to start with.”

  I raised my eyebrows. “You’ve been thinking about this already.”

  “He needs to learn English. I was thinking if your parents don’t mind, Angel could move into my suite there and he could spend some time with the staff and Charlie just to build his confidence and give him some security.”

  “They won’t mind a bit – it’s a great idea.” I chewed my lip. Remi hadn’t mentioned me.

  “What do you want to do Jason? If it were up to me I would ask you to move back to your parents’ home with us, but it’s quite a commute to London for work.”

  “Hmm. I want to be with you both of course I do, but my work is important to me. I’ll discuss with Izzy if I can work from home Friday and Monday for now. The rest of the week I can maybe commute. If I get a bike it will be quicker.”

  Remi jerked upright and Angel woke up with a shock rubbing his eyes. “No fucking way! You on a bike after what just happened? No, I won’t allow it.”

  I struggled upright placing my hands on my hips. “If I want a fucking bike I’ll get one. You are not the boss of me Remi Ferrand.” Angel’s head was whipping back and forth between us.

  “Don’t fucking mug me off, Jason.” I was surprised Remi had picked up that British expression and attributed it to being around the Twins.

  I shook my head trying focus. “I happen to be very good on a motor bike, fuck you very much. I was worried about you if you remember and just lost concentration for a minute.” My hands were now waving all over the place. Angel had to keep ducking to avoid being smacked in the face.

  Remi scowled. “So, it’s my fucking fault, is that what you’re saying?”

  “No!” I was s
o mad at him. He’d completely diverted the conversation. “I ride Izzy’s Harley all the time. I’m not stopping just because you say so mister.” I huffed but it was too late. Remi grabbed me under the arm pits and hauled me across his lap. I kicked and screamed in objection but he merely tutted and used his greater strength to keep me pinned in place. I felt the palm of his hand smooth over my butt but I wasn’t fooled.

  “Lord Jason Greenall.” I grunted at Remi’s mocking tone. “I can see that you think your privilege gives you the right to sass me.” Round and round his palms caressed my arse. I braced myself. Remi opened his legs to allow my raging hard on to nestle between his thighs then he clamped them shut around it. I tried to keep the moan from escaping but I couldn’t. “Ahh, there’s my slutty boy.”

  My head hung over the bed face down and Angel had slithered on to the floor below me. He was stroking himself just out of my reach. Fucking little tease. My mouth watered at the sight of his glistening cock head and I licked my lips.

  Remi cleared his throat. “Focus Jason.”

  I grunted.

  “You.” The first smack landed across both cheeks. I yelped at the delicious sting.

  “Are.” Second smack just as hard. I moaned.

  “Not.” Third slap made my cock throb.

  “Getting.” Fourth and I was raising my arse to meet Remi’s palm. Angel knee walked closer to me and painted my lips with his leaking cock. I was in heaven. If this was meant to be a punishment I’d be a lot sassier from now on.

  “A.” Remi smacked me hard and I cried out. I could feel my pre-come leaking on to the mattress.

  “Bike.” Remi let loose a succession of short sharp smacks that had me bucking and writhing. The heat on my cheeks seemed to permeate my entire body and I was infused with a rush of endorphins.

  “Gonna come!” I cried as Remi continued to punish me.

  “Me too!” shouted Angel. “Close your eyes Jason.” I did just before I felt him ejaculate all over my face. His come was dripping into my mouth and I tasted his delicious load. It was too much. Remi spread my legs and teased my crack and hole with one hand while the other kneaded handfuls of the sore flesh on my arse. The intense stimulation sent me to the precipice of ecstasy and I came like a geyser, moaning shamelessly.

  “Wanton little bitch.” Remi manoeuvred me off his lap and positioned my face over his cock. I opened my mouth and swallowed him down in one go. His shout of joy was music to my ears. I loved giving head and Remi had such a beautiful cock. I patted the bed hoping Angel would get the message and sure enough Remi’s balls were also given some attention. He began to curse in French and Angel and I giggled. I guess the vibrations enhanced the experience judging by Remi’s reaction. He placed a heavy hand on both of our heads encouraging us to keep pleasuring him, and that we did.

  Angel and I got really creative with Remi. By some unspoken agreement we decided to give him an incredibly erotic experience that would relay to him how much his pleasure was important to us. We had Remi on all fours with Angel flat on his back blowing his cock while I rimmed my cousin’s arsehole. I loved his musky taste and unique scent and lost myself to the task. Remi gripped the sheets and whined for release but Angel and I were in no rush. I pushed a finger into his body while continuing to lave, suck and nip at his flesh. I prodded his gland and felt the big man tense before letting out such a sexy moan I thought I might come just from the sound of it.

  “Come on Remi, let yourself go. Come for us baby. Come in Angel’s mouth. I want to feel you come around my finger and tongue. Give it to us.”

  Remi roared as he paid heed to my words and let his orgasm slay him. His load was massive and I could hear Angel choking to swallow it all. Remi’s channel was pulsing around my finger which felt so erotic. Finally, Angel wriggled out from beneath Remi who promptly slumped to the mattress. His legs kicked out and his arms went above his head. He was completely done in.

  I high fived Angel who giggled in glee. “C’mere.” I cupped the back of his neck and pulled him to me. “You have a little…” I licked the side of his mouth where a glob of Remi’s semen sat enticingly. “Hmm. He tastes so good, doesn’t he?” Angel nodded in happy agreement and we both sighed. I crawled up Remi’s back and lay on top of him spreading my arms over his and linking hands. I felt Angel do the same to me and we lay in a pile quietly calming ourselves until it was time to clean up to meet the others for breakfast.

  My father had taken the private plane back to the UK so I organised commercial flights for the rest of us to return to Oxford. Kidlington airport wasn’t too far from the Manor and we arrived home within a few hours. There was a slight commotion when Angel realised we had his passport and had a total meltdown, but Adam managed to calm him enough to board the plane. Once he was seated snugly between me and Remi, Angel asked a million questions which we attempted to answer. Sadly, the long and short of it was that his parents were a pair of douche bags easily persuaded by the suave Henri De La Roche to give up all rights to their son. We surmised Henri must have paid them off for his birth certificate and passport which we now had in our possession. Angel withdrew into himself and barely spoke after that. He refused to eat or drink preferring instead to curl up in his chair and feign sleep.

  “He needs time to process that’s all.” Adam leaned over and stroked Angel’s hair. “The life he’s going to have with you two will be more than enough to obliterate any despair he may be feeling now. Trust me; I know what it’s like to have someone sweep me off my feet. Everything else pales into insignificance.”

  “Thank you, Adam. That’s reassuring.” Remi gave Adam a smile but I could tell he was worried about Angel, and probably feeling a little bit responsible.

  “Don’t make this about you.” I admonished him. “We don’t need another bout of self-recriminations. You could not have foreseen or prevented any of this. How many times do I have to tell you?”

  Remi let is head fall back on the headrest. He closed his eyes. “You may have to keep reminding me Jason. I feel so guilty.”

  I leaned over Angel and linked fingers with Remi. “I know you do baby. But think of everything good that’s come out of this. Sure, the boys had a terribly traumatic time at the chateau, but they are all young enough to move on from that. They have a life now with people to support them and look after them properly, plus most importantly, they’re safe. They would still be on the streets or worse if Henri hadn’t chosen them.”

  Remi turned his head and opened his eyes. “You make a good point. Now all I have to do is make myself believe it.”

  Angel may not have understood the words but the raw hurt in Remi’s tone was clear enough. The boy whipped up the arm rest and re-positioned himself using Remi’s lap as a pillow. Remi immediately dropped a hand to Angel’s head. “He’s such a comfort. I’m going to do everything I can to give him a good life.”

  “Remi, baby. You have your entire life ahead of you too. You’re both so young. I promise you there is a lot to look forward to.” Remi may have been the stronger, more dominant lover, but I had a few years life experience on him and once in a while didn’t mind being the one he leaned on.

  CHAPTER 18

  “My boys are back!!!”

  Charlie came running down the front entrance steps to greet us.

  “Maman.” I whispered to Angel who had come to a little bit and was staring in awe at Greenall Manor. I watched him physically brace himself as she hurtled towards us in full Mama Bear mode. I stepped in front of him and caught my mother in my arms hugging her tightly as much for me as for her.

  “Mummy, it’s so good to be home. I feel like we’ve been gone for decades.”

  She released me and held me at arm’s length. “Darling, perhaps you’ll behave a little bit more responsibly next time you and Remi have a little tiff. I can’t be doing with anymore grey hairs!”

  Remi slapped me on the shoulder as I turned a deep shade of puce. “Charlie, do not worry, I have Jason well under control. But may
I introduce you to our little Angel. He’s the missing piece of our grand love affair.”

  I’d had a long and detailed discussion with my mother on the telephone so that she was fully aware of Angel’s background and how he fitted into mine and Remi’s dynamic. As ever, Charlie was full of love and enthusiasm for anything that contributed to her son’s happiness. I had a feeling Angel was going to be the object of her next project – not that that would be a problem; he needed all the love he could get and Mummy was likely to smother him in it.

  “Ange, mon petit.” Charlie held out her arms and much to my and Remi’s surprise he fell right into them. She whispered into his ear and we watched him nod and sniff and hug her right back. Then she took him by the hand and guided him into the house.

  “Ok then.” I shrugged at Remi. “Guess that’s Angel taken care of.” Remi gave a full-on belly laugh as he whisked me off my feet and spun me around. I shrieked at his antics. “Put me down!”

  “No!”

  I laughed as I twisted around into a piggyback position.

  “Hey!”

  Remi swung us around at Adam’s shout and we all cracked up again. Izzy was on Adam’s back mimicking Remi and I and we all just about lost it. It was a total tension buster and the four of us pretended to joust and fool about until a massive collision toppled the four of us on to the lawn. As we fought to reclaim our own arms and legs, many other body parts came into contact resulting in an unspoken promise that in another time and place, the four of us and possibly Angel too, could more than likely enjoy one another’s company minus the clothes.

  Adam had his hand caught between my legs resting atop my obvious arousal. I don’t think he realised until Izzy’s eyes narrowed and his chest puffed out.

  “Boy!” Adam scrambled to get upright, his usual grace deserting him in the midst of our puppy pile. Remi booted him in the arse and Adam staggered to Izzy’s side. The whole scenario was endearingly comical. Now my six feet four friend hung his head and trembled slightly in the wake of Izzy’s apparent displeasure. My boss caught my eye and winked and I immediately relaxed. Izzy needed an excuse to punish his Boy. I guessed it was a while since they’d been able to play freely.