Chapter 8 #3
I looked back down at my grandfather's headstone then briefly closed my eyes as I held onto the visual of the man who taught me that death was often much simpler than life.
Opening my eyes I looked out at all of the crimson-colored petals that had fallen on the grass that covered his grave and the first thing that came to my mind was somewhere in Magnolia Graves, Noa Sinclair was digging, searching and asking questions just as her father had once done.
And she carried herself the same way her mother did, and I knew sooner than later she was going to get closer to the truth.
And from what I knew about her parents, I didn’t doubt that she wasn’t going to find it.
It was only a matter of time and for the first time in over twenty years, I wasn’t afraid of the past, I was afraid of what was about to happen to those I loved once she uncovered it and it all caught up to us… and her.
“I’m here to serve you, Secret Graves?” Rae answered, on the first ring.
“Red room in ten.” I ordered then hung up.
Today was a heavy one leaving me seeing red, so it only made sense to pick the red room.
My dick was throbbing as I showered in the master suite at the marsh mansion, as I anticipated what was about to take place.
I hadn’t been to the mansion in two days, my last visit left me too sore to indulge but tonight I planned to do some damage.
I always covered my face, none of the girls had ever seen me without my face covered and tonight’s hood was a very special one. Picking up the black velvet raven Venetian mask that was tailored made for my face only from Paris, France, I snapped it on then looked at myself in the mirror.
I chose to wear this mask because it partially covered my face leaving below my nose exposed.
Tonight I was extra aroused and although I never kissed any of the girls on the lips, I sometimes liked to indulge in oral that ended up making them cry.
And Rae, had the sweetest tasting pussy out of all three of them.
I couldn’t get to the red room fast enough, as I licked my lips while opening the heavy oak door. The first thing I noticed was the ambiance in the room. The walls were black, the furniture were different shades of crimson and black and the lighting was red, hence why I called it the red room.
In the center of the room sat a handmade luxury, leather adjustable bondage bench.
It looked somewhat like a massage bench, but massage benches look like a chair you sit in, this was nothing like that at all.
It was made out of thick, reddish-brown stained wood, and it resembled a kneeling bench instead of a chair or table.
It was designed to support the doggystyle position but could be used for other positions as well.
Rae was already in position on the bench. Her face was cradled in the face cup, and her ass was on full display. Just imagining the things that I was about to do to her had me damn near drooling.
“One doesn’t accept pain because they’re forced too.”
“I receive pain because like you, Secret Graves, I crave it.” Rae responded, and her submissiveness sent electric pulses through my dick.
Grabbing one of the lit candles, I poured some of the hot wax on both of her ass cheeks then watched the red wax slid down her round ass. Grabbing them both, I spread them wide then watched as her ass and pussy holes both opened and closed in anticipation.
“If you cum before I give you permission…you will be punished.”
“Understood, Secret Graves.”
As I feasted on her pussy from behind, the nose of the raven mask, that was made from silicon, fucked the opening of her anus. The only sounds in the room were those of me slurping and Rae moaning loudly.
When her vagina muscles tightened, I knew what was going to happen next and although I secretly wanted to taste her, once she squirted in my mouth I had to follow through with delivering my punishment.
As she squirted, I lapped up every drop, as the sound of her crying bounced off of all the walls.
Standing up I grabbed the weaver wrist quirt, slid it on my wrist and spanked her on both of her ass cheeks causing them to welt instantly.
I continued my assault until she started to slightly bleed, the sight the blood dripping off her ass turned me on immediately my dick was as hard as steel.
Each time the quirt landed against her skin, she let out a blood curling scream, each scream made my desire to be inside of her more and more intense.
Not able to take anymore, I put the quirt back in its rightful place, slid on a condom them thrusted all ten inches of my thick dick inside of her.
Rae’s hair was in a long, silky ponytail, I grabbed her hair and wrapped it around my wrist then pounded her out from behind until I felt my nut rising.
“On your fuckin’ knees!” I groaned.
And as she assumed the position I snatched the condom off, then stuffed all ten inches into her mouth and fucked her face while she gagged until I nutted deep down her throat.