35. Sagan
35
SAGAN
M y short run through the woods behind the house doesn’t help burn off the adrenaline pumping through my veins. Knox could’ve killed Beatrix. It happened so fast that I knew, even as I moved to stop him, that I wouldn’t be able to save her. We’re lucky he had enough sense to hold back. Still, I can’t get the sight of that blade slicing through her flesh or the line of blood that beaded from the wound out of my head.
Beatrix Starr was so close to death that I swear, in that moment, I could hear the sigh of disappointment from the Grim Reaper who was watching just out of sight. Despite the sweat on my brow, a chill gathers in my veins. The heavy beating of my heart is deafening. My lungs expand and contract almost painfully while I catch my breath as I make my way up the hill, toward the back of the house. My compression shirt and joggers are wet from sweat making the cold air feel even chillier. I pick up the pace.
From here, I can see the back door swinging in the slight breeze. I didn’t bother to close it on my way out. The minute Thatcher dragged Knox upstairs and Beatrix slipped into her room, I took off. The flurry of emotions that bombarded me in that moment were so startling, so unexpected and frightfully uncomfortable that I knew if I didn’t get out of the house I would do something stupid.
I’m still a mess, but mostly I’m fucking furious right now. My anger isn’t directed at Knox though. I can’t fault him for his reaction. While he’s never divulged the details of his past other than to say “some guys hurt me”, it doesn’t take much to figure out why he avoids being touched. I’m not even mad at Beatrix. How could she have possibly known such innocent contact would cause my Pretty Boy to snap?
My anger is directed at myself.
I should’ve had Knox tell Beatrix about his safe zones. Shit like this was bound to happen eventually. Thatcher and I should’ve taken preventive measures. At the very least, until Knox felt comfortable telling Beatrix about what he perceives as a weakness, my brother or I could’ve told Beatrix to keep her hands to herself when it comes to Knox.
It’s a shame because when the two of them come together I don’t think there’s anything fucking hotter. A flash of them together the night we killed the babysitter comes, unbidden and swift. My dick stirs to life as I slam the back door shut behind me.
I need to check on Beatrix. Thatcher said she was ok, and despite how the color leeched from her face, Beatrix assured us she was fine. Still, I have to see for myself. I make my way down the hallway, ignoring how stiff my dick has grown as my mind flips from the blade slicing across Beatrix’s throat to Knox eating her out.
Taking the steps two at a time brings me quickly to the second floor.
Just as I’m about to round the banister and head to my pet’s room, the massive, dusty mirror that’s been leaning against the wall for what looks like decades captures my attention. Sort of. I spare it a glance. My reflection is distorted, nearly impossible to make out. The ornate gold frame looks tarnished from a lack of cleaning.
But it’s not the forgotten gaudy decor that my eyes latch onto.
It’s the slight billowing of an old drop sheet peeking out from behind the mirror that gains my undivided attention.
I’ve walked through this house countless times over the past few months. The hallways, the rooms, every dust-filled corner—it’s all familiar to me. Without a doubt, I know this house better than the one I grew up in. I thought I knew every inch of this place. But, as I step forward and yank the sheet aside to find a man-sized hole, I realize I’ve missed something. My eyes take note of the broken cobwebs and the fresh bare footprints in the dust on the floor.
Upstairs, Knox’s howls can be heard. Tearing my eyes away from the opening in the wall, I glance up at his closed door. Then I turn to look over my shoulder at Beatrix’s. Hers is wide open. No noise comes from that direction.
How curious…
Without hesitation, I step into the wall to follow the bare footprints. The space is tight. I have to bend down to avoid hitting my head, and I have to shimmy to the side to progress. When I’m greeted by a dead end, I frown. Where would my Little Viper have slithered off to? Another of Knox’s wails makes its way down from his room.
I look up to where the sound is coming from and notice the hand and footprints that ascend up the wall to a ledge not too far above me. My anger over the entire situation that transpired earlier is ebbing. Curiosity is taking over. I reach up and pull myself toward the ledge. There is a slight groan from the slatted boards, but they hold my weight as I climb. When I get to the top, the space is wider. I don’t have to duck as much, and I can walk without turning to the side, though just barely. The bare footprints continue onward, and I follow them until my Little Viper comes into view.
My footsteps falter before I come to a halt as I try to process what I’m seeing.
Beatrix is standing stock-still as she leans against the wall. Her face is pressed to it, staring through what must be a peephole. One hand rests on the wall beside her face, the other is snaked beneath the waistband of her pajama bottoms. On the other side of the wall, I can hear Thatcher and Knox speaking. Their words are muffled, but I don’t care what’s being said. My attention is solely on the woman who lets out the softest of moans.
My dick, which has been semi-hard since I replayed the images of Beatrix and Knox together, hardens fully swiftly and dramatically in the next breath. I have to reach down to cup myself in order to relieve the sudden ache between my legs.
Beatrix, unaware of being watched, pleasures herself. Her hips move in deliberate and unhurried motions. The next moan that slips past her pretty lips is a bit longer, but still not enough to garner the attention of the others in the room she’s peering into. A grin, rusty and awkward from going unused for so long, spreads across my face. Knox cries out and Beatrix lets out a quiet, full-bodied sound of pleasure.
Holy fuck, my pet is getting off on the sight of my Pretty Boy. She likes him too. I don’t blame her. Knox is a breed of delicious sin all his own. No one can replicate the type of person Knox is. His face is that of an angel, but his mind is as fucked up and as twisted as either mine or Thatcher’s. Depravity is Knox’s middle name.
And there is nothing hotter than that.
Except maybe having Beatrix’s demure nature entwined with it.
One day, I wonder if Knox will be more open to the idea of playing with Beatrix. I know our time with the babysitter was spurred on more from jealousy than true attraction. But I have a feeling that night still replays for my Pretty Boy every once in a while.
That day won't be soon, unfortunately, because as she stands there watching what’s transpiring on the other side of the wall my pet is breaking her first rule. And it’s against Knox, no less. He won’t take kindly to this slight.
Knowing him, once he finds out, her first punishment will be a doozy.
Sucks to be her.
Pushing aside thoughts of the future, I force myself to enjoy the present. My feet begin to move as my dick spurs me on. If my pet wanted to play, she should’ve just said so. Beatrix doesn’t hear me as I approach, too enthralled in what’s happening beyond the wall. It’s not until I come up behind her and wrap one hand around her mouth while I press my body weight into her, pinning her to the wall, that she realizes I’m here. Her yelp of surprise is muffled by my hand.
Leaning forward, I whisper, “Shh, you don’t want to interrupt them now do you?”
I tilt my head before lowering it further. My nose presses against the skin along her neck, and I breathe in her pretty honey and lavender scent. Fuck, she smells so good. I stifle a groan as my cock grows impossibly stiff. My hips press into her body so that she can feel how hard I am against her ass. My pet tries to jerk her head away. She gets a few inches away from the wall and I look up in time to see Knox’s mouth descend on Thatcher’s dick.
“Don’t look away, Little Viper,” I warn softly, leaning harder into her. “I would hate for you to miss it as Knox devours my brother’s cock.”
I allow my lips to travel down her neck. My mouth pulls into a smile as I notice the bumps that rise and trail after my soft touch. Beatrix remains stiff and unmoving for another few seconds before slowly relaxing and peering back through the hole in the wall. When I attempt to breathe her in again, this time I catch a hint of her musk.
“I can smell your sweet, wet cunt, Little Viper. It calls to me. Do you think Thatcher can smell it from your hiding place?” I ponder softly, my words almost inaudible. “If not, he’s missing out. It’s mouthwatering.”
Reaching down and around, I grab the wrist that’s half-concealed by her waistband. I tug her hand from her pants. The action earns me a small whimper of disappointment. I chuckle while I bring her hand to my mouth and suck her juices from her index and middle finger. My dick twitches as a full-body shudder races through me. In front of me, Beatrix’s breathing hitches.
Eager for my dick to be just as soaked as her fingers, I let go of her hand to reach forward and jerk down her pajama bottoms. Beatrix gasps, stiffening in surprise.
“Shh, don’t worry about me. I’d enjoy this while you can. Know why? Because you just violated Knox’s privacy by peering into his room like this. This is a rule, and guess what? You’ve just broken it. Do you see what’s happening to Knox? That’s his personal punishment for breaking a rule. I wonder what your punishment will be?” I murmur into her ear as I reach down to shove the waistband of my joggers down. When my dick springs free, I breathe a sigh of relief. “Unfortunately for you, once you’ve broken a rule, there’s no going back. So keep watching, my pet, and enjoy the show. While you do, bend your hips back.”
Beatrix, either too scared that I’ll expose her or too turned on to care at the moment, complies with my demand immediately. Her hips press back into me, her thick, plump ass a wonderful cushion between us. My dick sits nestled between her cheeks. Curiously, I drag it up and down, enjoying the smooth glide for a moment. When I’m through playing, I adjust myself to sit directly at Beatrix’s entrance. Her arousal immediately drips around the head of my dick. The warmth of her juices coats me better than any lube could. I bite the inside of my cheek, allowing myself a moment to savor the way it drips down the length of me. It’s almost painful not to drive myself directly into her.
But I’m a patient man. One that prides himself on waiting, basking in each moment and savoring the anticipation. Beatrix’s warm arousal drips more freely as I tease her entrance with just the slightest amount of pressure. My pet’s hips buck back in a silent demand for me to move. She whimpers. I let my hand fall away from her mouth.
“Something you need, Little Viper?” I tease into her ear.
“Sagan…” My name is twisted into a whine of desperation on her lips.
The sound is just so lovely.
“Ask me, Little Viper. Ask me to fill your pretty cunt,” I growl into her ear. The hand that was around her mouth makes its way to the front of her throat. I grip her just tight enough to let her know I demand compliance. She shivers in response and wiggles against my dick.
“Please, sir , I need you. I want this so badly,” my pet whispers against the wall, pushing her hips back into my pelvis as she speaks. I pull away, not allowing her to control the moment. She huffs impatiently. Then, as a groan, she pleads, “Fill my cunt with your cock, sir.”
Her words turn me into a feral creature. A deep animalistic growl is all I manage to get out as I plunge deep into her tight, wet pussy with a hard, unrestrained snap of my hips. Beatrix’s body stiffens—unprepared for my harsh claiming. She starts to cry out, but the hand wrapped around her throat tightens, cutting off the sound before the others can hear it. My own cry is buried into her neck as the heat from her pussy threatens to burn away my sanity.
With her body wrapped so tightly around my dick, breathing evenly is damn near impossible. My heart slams in my chest as I enjoy the way her body both fights me and welcomes me as I work my way inside her. When I’m fully situated, I pause. Her pussy flutters around me, desperate and hungry for friction. My Little Viper wiggles, trying to give her body what it craves.
“Eyes on Knox and Thatcher, Little Viper. Let’s cum with them, shall we?”
Without giving her a chance to respond, I move. My dick pulls back, sliding easily with the help of her arousal as it drips around me. I enjoy the long, slow pull back before I slam hard and quickly back into her body. From there, I let the animal in me take over. My hand on Beatrix’s throat moves up, back to her mouth to cover up any cries that may slip out. It’s a wise decision. The pistoning of my hips is rough and demanding. To my Little Viper’s credit, she tries to muffle her sounds of pleasure and pain. But as I really get going, as I allow myself to succumb to pleasure, she can’t choke them back any longer.
The wet sounds our bodies make spur me on. It’s filthy and erotic. The scent of sex soon overpowers Beatrix’s sweet and floral aroma. I breathe it in and let it fuel my desire for the woman in front of me further. Beatrix’s back bows, her hips pressing back into my pelvis. Her cries soon turn to moans and groans behind my hand.
Fuck, she’s so amazing. She’ll let me use her any which way I want and love it. I watch as her hands, braced against the wall now, curl into fists. I fight back a snarl as Beatrix begins to meet every thrust with a needy one of her own. She’s so greedy. What a spoiled pet she’ll be in the years to come. Because how can I resist giving her what she wants? If she wants to cum, I’ll give that to her. With a smile she doesn’t see, I reach forward with my other hand and pinch her swollen clit. She yelps behind my hand and her pussy clamps down with a vise-like grip as she cums.
The fluid that her body expels as she squirts and cums is warm and fucking amazing.
Beatrix’s knees buckle as her orgasm drains the energy from her. I catch her around the waist, not stopping as I chase my own release. My balls tingle and raise. A tremor rushes through me as I fuck my pet harder and faster than ever. The intensity with which my own release barrels through me is enough to steal my breath away. I shove my dick all the way into Beatrix and let my cum fill her womb. With short thrusts, I continue to feed her my release until I’m completely spent.
When I’m done, I hold her to me. Both of us breath heavily as we come down from our highs. Beatrix’s pussy convulses around me, aftershocks of her orgasm. I close my eyes and enjoy the feeling around my softening dick.
On the other side of the wall, I can hear Thatcher grunt his own release.
A few moments pass before I collect myself and pull free from Beatrix’s body. Her soft hiss is lost over the sound of Knox chuckling weakly in the other room. She straightens and I let go of her to tuck myself back into my pants. When I’m done, I grab her arm and pull her to me. She turns to look up at me.
“I hope this was worth the punishment that is coming,” I murmur, staring down into her pretty face. Her eyes are glossy and there’s a small, content smile on her lips. It falls away though at my words.
“Punishment?” She shakes her head, her eyes widening in alarm. “No, I just wanted to make sure Knox was ok…I thought he was in trouble. I didn’t mean to?—”
“Too late,” I cut her off, delighted by her need to check on Knox. He needs people watching after him. But this was the wrong way to go about it. “What’s worse? Knox was the absolute worst person to break this rule with. He’s going to be furious when I tell him that I caught you spying on him. He likes his privacy.”
Her gaze jumps from me to the wall. I have no doubt she’s piecing together what’s in store for her. When she looks back at me, her face twists with panic.
“Please, Sagan, don’t tell him. I’m sorry, I won’t do it again. Maybe just this once?—”
“That’s not how this works,” I tut. “Now come on, I want you sleeping in my bed tonight.”
Holding on to her arm, I drag her back in the direction we both came from. A smile splays across my face as I consider how this will be the first time Knox will be the one to oversee someone else’s punishment.
He’s going to love being in charge for once.