“You never asked me,” he said as he approached me and I moved back a bit. I laughed as he grabbed my legs and flipped me, jerking my ass upward and I leaned down, biting into my finger as he placed one cold anal bead at my ass and slipped it in. My body shook as he continued on until all 4 were inside of me and he jerked on the end as I made a noise into his pillow. He then crawled up and placed his cock at the entrance to my pussy and shoved just the tip of it in. I looked back as he pulled a black leather mask on and unzipped the mouth of it. I growled as he grabbed my hips and shoved the length of himself into me, the pleasure of it making me cry out as if someone had stabbed me. I reached up and grabbed his headboard as he fucked me harder and harder, he leaned over and bit into my side, his teeth making a mark on me and I allowed him to overcome me with painful pleasure. He then sat down and pulled me back on him as his hands slid up the front of me and he grabbed my breasts in each hand as I rotated my hips and let the anal beads send me to a new level of pleasure I had never experienced before. He then reached down, turning them on and they started to hum inside of me as he slid his hand down to my clit and started to play with it. I reached back, wrapping my arms behind me and around his back as he continued to thrust upward, the anal bead vibrating in my ass and his hungry fingers at my clit. I then felt it, the orgasm started to rise in my lower abdomen at first and it snaked across my stomach, making my muscles rock hard and he moaned as he could feel my pussy tighten up around his cock. He pushed me forward and I screamed as the orgasm made me immobile, he started to pull the beaded string out of my ass as his cock twitched in my pussy and started to explode with the orgasm he could no longer hold back. I cried out his name as he leaned into me and came harder than I had ever seen him do and quite honestly it was the most incredible orgasm I had ever had in my life and one I would never forget.
I lay on my back staring at the ceiling as the thought of having a cigarette was killing me. I then sat up and walked to his large window and opened it up, stepping out onto his upper level patio which was too high for anyone but helicopters to see well at all. I walked to the corner and grabbed my pack of which I had hidden there in his potted plant. I pulled one out, lighting it up and sucking it deep into my lungs. I knew smoking was horrible for me but the addiction to it had taken hold and I cannot say I hated it at all. In fact it was almost as if it pacified me. I leaned over the edge and stared down at the city as the cars looked so small, everything did from up here and it reminded of my old apartment. I looked up and across the city, able to see 740 Park off in the distance and closed my eyes. It is funny how things change and yet stay exactly the same. I tossed the cigarette over the ledge as I heard Mani’s voice behind me. I turned and wished I had something to kill the smell on my lips but he walked towards me and grinned as he looked me over.
“I know that you smoke Beth.”
I grinned and tilted my head at him.
“I guess there is no need to pretend anymore then,” I said as I started to walk towards the corner of the large deck. He reached out and grabbed me, pulling me close to him and staring into my eyes.
“I know but I would prefer that you don’t.”
I looked him over and sighed.
“It’s a habit.”
“I know, I know all about habits,” he said as he let me go and I walked to the corner and stopped, allowing the moonlight to wash over me. Mani stared at me as if round two was going to happen sooner than I imagined it would.
“Whips and chains huh?” I asked him as I walked to the edge and looked over again. He walked up behind me and stared at body as I grinned and knew that he was. Having someone so intent on me was refreshing, it really was. I turned and looked at him. Leaning back and enjoying the attention he paid to me.
“I have always enjoyed it that way, I just had no idea you would be okay with it.”
I laughed and turned to look over the city again.
“Here I thought we had this open relationship.”
He leaned up behind me and I could feel that he was hard again. I turned and looked into his eyes.
“Anything else you want to tell me Mr. Lucious?” I said and he grinned at me.
“We don’t have to talk Beth.” He said as he lifted silver handcuffs and I laughed, knowing this night would be long and unforgiving.
Chapter Six
Caged Animal
August stood at the front of the building and looked up as he then heard the car pull up behind him. Zoey stepped out, looking amazing, dressed in white head to toe. Her dress was just thick enough to not allow it to be see thru, but thin enough to show off her erect nipples from the slight chill of the evening. It draped from one shoulder, hugged her body and showed off just how tone she actually was. She wore thin silver chain earrings and one large ring on her right hand. She had certainly taken the time to appear more of a girl than she usually did. In fact she reminded him more of his Mother than the Zoey that he knew looking this way.
She grinned at him as if her sadness had lifted. Zoey had always been this way though. She was bi-polar like her brother Zane and August knew them both very well. He was built to handle their insanity, almost as if he had been engineered for it. Being a Bittermend also meant that strange situations could be navigated easily. Zoey stepped up to him and leaned into his ear.
“I want to fuck tonight,” she whispered and August sighed as she walked past him towards the doors of 740 Park. He followed, having no way to stop what she wanted. Zoey was aggressive when she wanted sex and being the way that he was, he always gave her what she wanted. He loved her, not in the way that he had loved Zane, but now it was only her, she was all that was left of the two of them and in some strange way he felt closer to Zane as he followed her to elevator. He stopped and looked at the doorman.
“Mr. Bittermend,” the doorman said as August nodded to him. Zoey wrapped her arm into his and he stood there, thinking of the last time he and Zane had been here together. The door opened and the memory flooded back in like a tsunami wave.
****
August leaned back against the elevator wall and moaned as Zane sucked at his cock slowly. August looked down and touched his hair, Zane looked up and smiled at him as August leaned down, pulling him up, starring at his full lips. He leaned in and kissed him, letting the world fall away from the two of them and then as their lips parted Zane whispered to him.
“I love you.”
August held his face in his hand as he stared at Zane. He loved him, he knew it in the very fabric of his soul, but returning the words seemed to be impossible to do. Was it fear of accepting it to be real? Knowing he would never escape him, even though the idea of it now seemed to be quickly receding. He opened his mouth and Zane leaned in, sliding his velvety tongue inside, stopping the moment from becoming awkward. August appreciated him as he always did, perfect in every way, including his timing. The doors opened and August watched as Zane walked out in front of him and turned to smile, the image turned into Zoey as she stood there and smiled at him, so like Zane and so foreign at the same time.
****
August blinked as Zoey grabbed his hand into hers and he was jerked from his painful memory and out of the elevator. He looked at her and Zoey continued to smile at him, so much like Zane in all ways but one. She was a girl, beautiful in every way but August found himself more attracted to Zane and his aggressive nature. Perhaps it was the taboo of having him, he could not be certain. The guilt would always plague him as he knew his initial reason for wanting him was simply because he belonged to Cas. August had never known how to allow Cas to have anything he did not possess too. It was something he knew as a child and unfortunately it carried over into his adulthood with terrible consequences. He closed his eyes as the echo of Zane’s words went over in his mind as well as the way his lips felt pressed against his own. Was he gay now? Was he now unable to care for Zoey as she deserved to be? He could not be certain, but he could pretend. A Bittermend can always fake anything needed. To become whatever the situation called for, so he would perform tonight, like some animal in a cage but all the while his thoughts would wander, to those of a boy who would haunt him forever.
Zoey stepped up to the penthouse door as it opened and pulled him along like a child. The music was loud and the conversation even louder.
“Surprise!” She said as she kissed his cheek and waved her hand. He looked around as he saw people from his school, and then many he did not know. Everyone looked perfected though, it was party filled with beauty and debauchery. Two things he knew all about and would gladly allow this night, if for nothing else to drown out the voice of Zane in his head.. Zoey pulled him along until they reached a boy who looked just as beautiful as she did. He was dressed in nice clothing, a black suit that hugged his frame; he was the same height as August with beautiful large blue eyes and full lips, tilting on feminine, but obviously boy at the core. His hair was dark and nicely styled, a little longer on the top, but pushed up and back. It perfectly suited him. He leaned in as August stood there and the boy whispered into his ear.
“Poison?” he asked him and August smiled as the boy leaned back, allowing his cheek to graze his and sending a small sensation of pleasure through him. He looked at Zoey who was happy to see August smiling.
“I am going to mingle,” she said as she left him standing there with the boy who was only paying attention to him.
“This is a great place,” he said as he looked around and August studied his face.
“I don’t recognize you from school.”
“Oh no, I didn’t go there. I had what you would call, disciplinary problems. I spent my formidable years getting beat by priests.”
“Sounds dirty,” August said as the boy laughed and curiously stared into his eyes. He extended his hand to him.
“I am Jamison, you can just call me Jami. I am Zoey’s cousin.”
“Cousin?”
“Molly is my Aunt, or whatever you want to fucking call it.”
He pulled a cigarette and August watched him. August pulled a lighter and lit it for him, lighting his eyes up like fire as the flame lingered near Jami’s face. Jami smiled and took a drag of it, blowing it upward and then studying his face.
“So are you gay or just experimenting?” he asked and August suddenly looked uncomfortable with the entire conversation.
“Are you okay?” Jami asked as he took another drag of his cigarette.
“Oh, you are not out of the closet yet, well, Zoey acted as if you were. I apologize.” Jami said and August scanned the room until he spotted her. He suddenly felt as if Zoey knew more than she should. She eyed him as she took a drink and then went back to talking to a girl he knew from school.
“I don’t. I mean… “August said.
“I am just fucking with you,” Jami said as he tapped his chest and August laughed but it sounded forced.
“Zoey just thought that maybe you would appreciate another friend, I mean since…”
August looked down and Jami sighed. He then grabbed his arm and they walked to the terrace, he opened the large glass door and they stepped out. Two couples were making out in the pool and Jami called out to them.
“This is his fucking house, leave us alone for a minute.”
The couples ignored him until he stepped up to the pool and pulled his cock out, he started to piss into it as they all started to yell at him and move to the other side. August laughed, for the first time in what seemed like forever as Jami looked back at him and grinned.
“Get the fuck out of my pool,” August said as he stepped up next to Jami and pulled his cock out to and started to piss into the water. The couples ran as Jami smiled and looked up at the stars.
“Well this is fucking romantic,” he said and August smiled and looked over at him, noticing his profile was as pretty as he was straight on. Jami put his cock away and looked down as August simply held his.
“You may want to…”
August looked down and laughed. He zipped his pants up and Jami walked to the edge and stared out over the city.
“This place is zoo,” he said and August joined him.
“I agree,” August said as Jami reached over and took his hand. August sighed and tried to beat back the memory of Zane’s face from his mind as Jami stood there, he then turned to him.
“If you ever need company, I am staying with Zoey and my aunt for a while. I got kicked out of my parents’ house. They don’t appreciate my drug habit.”
August looked him over and Jami pulled his sleeves up and showed him as he slapped one arm and then the other.
“No, I am not a junkie, I enjoy shit like pot and alcohol, occasionally a pill. You know,” he said and August tried to not think about pills, not with the memory Cas so fresh in his mind.
“None of that is good for you.”
Jami laughed and looked him over.
“Are you fucking serious? Zoey said you party.”
“Partied, past tense,” August said as he looked back out over the city.
“Okay,” Jami said as he looked out over the city with him.
“I am sorry about your brother, I am,” Jami said and August sighed as he watched the lights flickering in the distance.
“Thanks.” He said quietly as Jami glanced at him and leaned back on the edge. He let his head fall back and the wind caught his hair. He then acted as if he was about to fall and August grabbed his arm and held him tightly. Jami smiled at him and stood up straight to face him. His lips were very close and August could feel his breath, warm and inviting.
“So, if you ever need company just let me know,” Jami said and August stood there as Jami left him. Zoey stepped out onto the terrace and watched him closely as Jami smiled and passed her by.
“He likes you,” Zoey said and August turned to see her. The wind caught her dress and blew it around a little bit. She held the bottom in place and smiled as he walked towards her.
“I only care if one person likes me.”
“Oh really?” she said and he nodded as he took her hand and then pulled her to him. He danced slowly as she laid her head on his chest. He turned and Jami watched them from behind the glass. Jami nodded to him and he turned, trying to focus on Zoey and dancing with her.