Chapter 34
JOSEPH
Ten minutes after Tiffany left, Su Yin was ushered into the house through the back door.
It doesn’t suit my image if she is found to be visiting me because I have a wife now and scandal isn’t something I wish to offer Tiffany as a wedding gift.
Mrs. Harrington, as always, disapproves. I note her tight expression as she announces my guest, and I expect she believes something entirely different goes on in that black room.
It suits me because the truth is way darker than her imagination, and yet Su Yin is the drug I couldn’t give up if I tried.
“Joseph.”
Her soft smile is anxious, and I nod my head toward the staircase.
“Su Yin. Shall we?”
I follow her as always up the grand staircase, and as we head to the black room, my heart beats with anticipation.
She strides inside, her heels clicking on the marble floor, and as is customary, I wait to be invited in.
It’s a curious ritual considering this is my home, but Su Yin demands respect, and it’s in my best interests to oblige.
“Enter.”
Her soft command is welcome, and as I head inside, the darkness wraps me in comfort like a mother’s hug.
She is standing by the bench, her head bowed, and as I remove my clothes, every layer adds a little freedom to my mind.
It’s necessary to shed them like a cleansing ceremony. That is what she believes anyway, and it works to a point.
When I’m ready, she says softly, “Please, lie on the bench.”
I do as she says, the wood hitting my flesh, slightly uncomfortable, yet a welcome home.
She proceeds to secure my wrists and ankles, and I steady my breathing, attempting to empty my mind of anything but the silence in this room.
Su Yin works swiftly and methodically, and as she tightens the restraints, the leather digs into my flesh.
The first shard of pain shoots through my body and I welcome it like an old friend.
Yes, this is exactly what I need.
“Tell me what you see.”
Her soft, husky voice swirls around my memory as I allow the past to revisit.
“Zac.”
His name chokes my words, and I smile at the memory, his cheeky, impudent grin directed always at me.
“Where are you?”
“At school.”
She strokes my hair, the action soothing, and as her voice fades into the background, I am transported back in time.
“This won’t work.”
Zac is worried; then again, he always is as we edge around the sports field while we’re supposed to be in math.
“Don’t be a pussy. It’s worked before, so why not today?”
“I don’t know. It isn’t right, your father—”
“What about him? He doesn’t control me.”
“Are you sure about that, Joe?”
“He merely thinks he does.”
We reach the part where the tree hides the broken wire fence, helped along by the wire cutters I smuggled in a few months ago. I hatched this plan out of desperation because freedom isn’t something I know a lot about.
I am always followed by silent assassins.
Their job is to make sure I get no enjoyment out of life.
It’s a huge price to pay for a teenage boy who only has pussy on his mind, and there’s a hot waitress in the diner who has definitely got my attention.
She’s made it no secret she wants me, and I’m about to test that theory, and Zac is coming along for the ride.
It must be during school. It’s the one place the guards are not allowed, and so I devised the plan as I jerked off to her image one night.
I need more, I want more, and none of my father’s whores will do.
He offered one like a gift on my eighteenth birthday, and I was terrified.
She was older than me, worn around the edges and appeared salty at being asked.
She demanded my virginity as if she wanted to get it over with, and as I went through the motions, it struck me how impersonal it was.
She merely sucked my cock until it was hard and then I pumped inside her frozen body until I came.
There was nothing but sex involved, and it was over in mere seconds.
She chewed gum the entire time, and when I finished, she pulled on her plastic dress and wiped away the evidence before saying, “See ya, kid. Have a nice life.”
And then she was gone.
If anything, I felt used and dirty, and it took a long time to wipe that memory.
Then I met Sally.
A pretty waitress with long dark hair and soulful eyes. She is slightly older than me and seems sweet and soft, and her pretty smile and curious gaze are the only things I can concentrate on.
We edge through the hole and jog down the street, away from the school and any entrances it possesses.
Away from the guards watching them and into the town a short distance away.
“You know, if my father hears what I’m allowing you to do, he will end my life himself.”
Zac grumbles as he attempts to catch up with me, and it crosses my mind I should have left him behind.
“He won’t find out. What’s the worst that can happen? You spill your fucking milkshake while you wait for me.”
I roll my eyes because Zac is always a pussy when it comes to tricking the system, and I suppose he has more to lose than I do.
“I don’t like it, that’s all I’m saying.”
“Then file a report in the folder. I don’t give a fuck.”
Zac and I argue like enemies and love like brothers.
We go nowhere without the other because that is what he is being trained to do.
It never occurred to me that my father had also gifted me a friend because Zac has been in my life since I could walk, courtesy of his father being left with a small son when his mom ran off with a rival guard.
Subsequently, Mom took Zac in as a fifth brother, and it was inevitable we were flung together, being of the same age.
I did and do everything with Zac, and he is destined to become my consigliere when I complete my education and head into the family business.
We soon reach the town, and my heart is racing faster than my feet right now. We have until the end of the double math period to complete my mission and head back undetected.
Sally will be waiting in the alley behind the diner.
It’s been arranged. A note tucked into the dollar bills I tipped her was our arrangement, and I wonder if she will take me up on it.
It’s been brewing for several months, and there is only so many times I can jerk off to a brief encounter, and her obvious fascination with me spurred me on to be so bold.
Zac’s role, as always, is to act as lookout, and he will wait at the end of the alley that leads to a dead end beside the diner.
Anticipation spurs me on and I up my pace, and as we near the promised land, my balls are already dragging behind me.
We slow down to a gentle jog, and Zac pants, “I beg you to reconsider this, Joe. It doesn’t feel right.”
“Relax. I know what I’m doing.”
My heart races as we draw closer to the diner, and all around us normal life goes on as people go about their daily business. Nothing appears different, so I relax a little. I can pull this off, and the adrenaline rush it’s giving me is a drug I am already addicted to.
“Wait here. I won’t be long.”
“That’s for sure.”
He nudges me, and I bite back my grin.
“Jealous asshole.”
I nudge him back, and Zac grins; his infectious smile always raising one on my face.
I jog into the alley and lean against the dumpster, wondering if Sally will agree to my invitation. As the time edges toward two thirty pm, a sliver of light edges from a crack in the back door to the diner, and she peers nervously around it, her eyes lighting up when she sees me waiting.
She closes the door quickly and heads toward me, an anxious expression on her face as she whispers, “I shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Why not?”
My heart is thumping as I stare at her sweet face, and she whispers nervously, “What if we’re caught?”
“We won’t be.”
With the exuberance of youth, I grasp her hand and spin her against my chest, my mouth finding hers with no sense of taking things slow. She is sweet and delicious as I devour her lips; desperation and urgency combine, and I push her back against the wall.
My cock is hard and my resolve even harder as I edge my hand up her short dress, pulling aside her panties. Her low whimper spurs me on as I kiss her deeply, her hands fumbling with my sweatpants, dragging them down over my ass.
“Do it.” She gasps as she parts her legs, her slick trail already coating my cock.
I really believe I’m about to explode as I grip the condom in my hand, making short work of sheathing my cock because surely that’s what any considerate guy would do.
My mind is fucked because what part of this is considerate, but desperation breeds recklessness, and as I push inside her sweet cunt, she screams into my mouth as I nail her against the wall.
She claws at my hair as I pump mercilessly inside, and my mind is buzzing as I sample my first innocent woman, someone I am attracted to and want more than I can breathe.
“Joe.”
Her soft moan matches my deep groan as I lose myself in the insanity of the moment.
My mind is somewhere else entirely as I give into the sensation, distracting me from life even.
Then I come, in one ferocious rush, my cum streaming from my cock like the breaking of a dam. I push in harder, it rains down on my cock, slick, wet, hot, and sinfully wicked.
I’m shocked when she pushes me away and runs, leaving me confused. “Wait!”
I call out, but the diner door slams behind her as the screeching of tires at the end of the alley distracts me.
The sound of a gunshot, the scream ripping through the air that will never leave me.
It plays on repeat in my mind as pain replaces ecstasy as I watch my best friend murdered before my horror-filled eyes.
Another shot, he falls to the ground, his blood spurting into the air, and then another shot, his head exploding, blood raining down in front of me.
Voices shouting and people everywhere heading my way coming for me, their guns raised.
I can’t move. I’m paralyzed with fear, and as they raise their firearms, I fall to my knees, pain ripping me more brutally inside than any bullet could ever do.
My hands find the stone of the alley as I kneel on all fours, and then more gunfire, more screams, more brutality.
I close my eyes, hoping a stray bullet ends the image of Zac exploding before my eyes, but all I hear is the sound of my heart breaking.
“Get up.”
A rough voice, accompanied by even rougher hands, drags me to my feet, and I am hauled from the alley past what’s left of my brother as he lies slumped on the cold, hard ground, his life gone, his body still leaking blood.
I am punched on the head as I fall into the back of a car and I pass out, either through shock or the punch and as I fall into oblivion, my screams won’t stop.
So much pain, too much, and as I scream so hard, the sound will stay with me for all eternity.