Black Light: Possession, page 8
“I think we need to come to an understanding here. Twice now you’ve ignored my questions and for the most part I’ve let you get away with it. That stops right now. When I ask you a question you either give me the answer or you respectfully tell me to mind my own fucking business. But this silent treatment isn’t going to fly with us. Now, I’m going to ask you one more time. What did you need that he couldn’t give you?”
Madeline lowered her gaze and inhaled then exhaled, letting it out ever so slowly, I was guessing to either buy time or for courage. When she spoke, she did so quietly, and I missed whatever it was she said. Nat, however, jerked. Oh, shit. Maybe she told him to fuck off. But then his body relaxed and he gave her a look I’d never seen on his face before. It was one of such tenderness. He brushed her hair back from her face and laid his forehead against hers while they breathed in each other’s air. Happiness unlike any I’d ever felt before flowed through me. Nat had so much shit in his past, he deserved love. Maybe more than anyone I knew. He was hard to love though. Mostly because he kept so much of himself locked away. He did it to avoid being hurt. Some people didn’t take the time to look past his hardness. So, for him to connect so quickly and easily with Madeline made me happier than ever for the man who was like a brother to me.
“Say it again, pet. Louder this time so Joseph can hear you.” His voice held a husky quality, like he was holding back some emotion.
Her gaze moved slowly between the two of us before stopping to rest on me. “It’s you. He couldn’t give me what I needed, because you’re what I’ve needed. The both of you.”
Chapter 13
Madeline
Now that I’d said it, I couldn’t take it back. Not that I wanted to, because every word I’d said was true. They were what I needed. Who I needed. Apparently my confession was all that was needed to spur them into action.
“You’re what we need as well. It’s time we showed you.” With those words, Joseph returned his attention to my pussy. He began nibbling on my clit sucking it hard inside his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. My hips bucked and he placed his arm across my abdomen to hold me in place as he continued his assault. I mewled in frustration. I needed more. My prayers were answered when two thick fingers pushed inside me, sliding in easily considering how wet I was. I could feel my juices slide down my crack.
My senses were cast into overdrive when Nathaniel’s hot mouth encased my breast, sucking my nipple hard, his tongue flicking the tip sending tremors through me. I threaded my fingers through their hair, clutching their heads to me, not wanting to break the connection between our bodies. There was nothing I could do but feel. They touched me everywhere. Nathaniel’s attention was divided between my breasts while Joseph continued his sensual attack on my pussy, his fingers thrusting harder and deeper. When his thumb flicked across my clit, the tension that had been building rushed through my veins from out of nowhere and exploded in a maelstrom of colors and lights. I cried out as the orgasm crested over me, my back arching and my whole body spasming from the release.
While I laid there, splayed out, my body utterly relaxed, I heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper. The bed shifted and then I was being pulled. I rolled and found myself on top of Nathaniel with my legs spread over his pelvis. Before I could take my next breath, he lined his cock up with my pussy and thrust, seating himself deep inside me. I put my hands on his chest and pushed myself up. Our eyes met and he palmed both my cheeks, his thumbs brushing back and forth across them.
“You’re breathtaking, pet. I could look at you forever.”
His words turned me the fuck on and I moved, rubbing against him, trying to create enough friction on my clit to bring forth another orgasm.
“Ouch,” I yelped, my hand reaching back to rub my suddenly stinging ass. I turned my head to pout at my other Master behind me.
“No more orgasms until I’m fucking that ass of yours.”
“Please hurry,” I pouted and Nathaniel chuckled beneath me, the vibration traveling from his cock through my pussy and sending tingles reverberating inside me.
His answer was to spank me again. “Patience, angel.”
I writhed in ecstasy when Nathaniel pulled me down for a kiss effectively thrusting his cock further up inside me and pushing my ass further up in the air. I wiggled when Nathaniel’s hands shifted down to my ass and spread my cheeks wide open.
I jerked and then my body softened when I felt Joseph’s tongue dart out and flick against my hole before rimming it. Nathaniel’s tongue in my mouth mimicked Joseph’s action. The duel assault had the tension building even higher. I moaned low in my throat when he speared it deep inside me, but his tongue wasn’t enough. I wanted his cock.
Reaching back, I fisted his hair. “I need you inside my ass now. Please, Master.”
Joseph took pity on me, because there was the sound of a drawer opening and closing and then moments later a cold wetness touched my back passage. Using two fingers, he coated the outside of my asshole with lube before pressing two fingers deep inside, spreading the lube around. He scissored his fingers, opening me wider, and I groaned at the sensation, relaxing my muscles allowing him further entrance.
When he removed his fingers, I clenched my muscles, effectively tightening my pussy’s vice-like grip on Nathaniel.
“God, she’s squeezing my cock. Fuck, yes.”
I did it again, wanting to make Nathaniel feel as good as he was making me. The action turned him into a primal beast. He gripped my hips hard in one hand and rammed his cock deep inside me at the same time he grabbed the back of my head and slammed his mouth against mine. His kiss was feral like him. My entire focus homed in on his cock and mouth. So much so that I almost missed the feel of Joseph’s cock pressing against my anus.
“Breathe in and out, angel,” he rasped low in my ear.
When I exhaled, he slammed his cock home and I screamed in pleasure. Finally, they were both inside me.
“Fuck,” he exclaimed. “You’re amazing.”
“I feel so full.”
Then he began to move. Back and forth until Nathaniel caught his rhythm. He pushed and pulled, their hips moving in alternating movements. When Joseph retreated, Nathaniel advanced. They continued this coordinated dance of in and out before the rhythm changed again and they began thrusting together, each of them filling my cunt and ass at the same time. The tension grew when I clenched down and the fullness expanded. When Nathaniel reached between our bodies and rubbed my clit, that was all it took to send me over the edge.
I screamed out their names as my orgasm exploded through me, followed closely by Joseph’s. Nathaniel continued thrusting until he threw his head back with his orgasm. Joseph pulled out and I whimpered in disappointment. A random thought flashed inside my head that I wanted to feel his come dripping out of my ass and mingling with not only my own slick wetness, but Nathaniel’s seed as well. Fuck the thought was hot and sent more micro spasms through me. My pussy clenched again on the man beneath me.
Completely exhausted, I collapsed onto Nathaniel’s chest, unable to move an inch. The bed dipped next to us as Joseph laid on his side. Bonelessly, I rolled off Nathaniel and collapsed in a heap between their two bodies. It was my dark-haired beast that gently brushed the sweaty hair back off my face.
“How are you feeling, pet?”
I smiled drowsily. “Like I’ve been fucked good and hard, Master.”
He threw his head back and laughed, looking more relaxed than I’d seen him and ten years younger. “Then we did our jobs right.”
Joseph leaned over and dropped a kiss on my lips. “I’m going to wash up in the bathroom quick then grab you some water and chocolate. I’ll be right back.”
“Close your eyes and rest, pet. I’ll wake you soon.”
I nodded sleepily and snuggled closer to Nathaniel.
Chapter 14
Madeline
I brushed away the last remnants of sleep, and when I shifted a low groan grumbled from my chest at the whole body ache radiating through me. It wasn’t necessarily an unpleasant sensation, but only because flashes of what caused the sweet pain burst inside my head. My pussy and ass were sore, but in that throbbing, tingling aftermath kind of way.
I’d hit subspace hard and deep last night. My euphoria encapsulated me inside a bubble where only the three of us, Nathaniel, Joseph, and I, existed. I was floating safely in their arms, content in the dizzying joy of my release. Inside our safe space, nothing and no one could harm me. I was protected in the cocoon their strength provided. When I finally came down, they were there to catch me. I nibbled on chocolate fed to me from Joseph’s fingers while Nathaniel kept me hydrated. I was on the verge of tears at the sweetness of aftercare. I didn’t remember even leaving Black Light. The last thing I remembered before falling into an exhausted slumber was Nathaniel tucking the comforter around my naked form keeping my body warm and cozy. Hazy memories tickled my brain to also include the feeling of two sets of lips dusting across my forehead and whispered words I was having difficulty recalling now in the light of day. For some reason, I was desperate to remember.
Not wanting to get out of bed was overruled by the need to not waste my day. The busier I was the faster the day would go and then I would be able to see my men again. My heartbeat quickened at the thought. My men. A sense of rightness rushed through me, but I tempered it. There was such a connection between the three of us, more than I’d ever felt with anyone else, and I knew I was keeping a part of myself back, but it was out of self-preservation. I didn’t want to get too attached and have my world come tumbling down around me. My heart hurt thinking about it.
I needed to put a stop to the negative thoughts bearing down on me, so I forced my aching body out of bed. My lilies were waiting for me. I knew it sounded insane, but I truly believed that my flowers recognized my voice and the love I bestowed on them. They always seemed to perk up when I tended them. The petals opened just a little further and while some might say it was the wind, I always felt like they leaned the tiniest bit in my direction when I passed by. Foolish, I know, but they were descendants of my great-grandmother Parrish’s lilies that I helped her water when I was a little girl. She died when I was five and these bulbs were all I had left to remember her by.
I pulled my hair up into a messy bun and quickly showered. Once I’d dried off, I tore through my closet looking for my old tattered jeans and raggedy long-sleeve shirt.
I caught sight of my reflection in the full-length mirror and paused. Was that really me? I couldn’t remember the last time I had this glow about me. This look of complete and utter contentment. I was actually… happy. I recalled the fire in Nathaniel’s eyes last night. They’d glowed fiercely, and bored straight into my soul, taking my breath away. It was like he was laying claim to me. Owning me. Possessing me. It was the same look in Joseph’s eyes. I planned on reveling in their possession for as long as it lasted.
Shaking off the thoughts, I hurriedly dressed and headed downstairs for a cup of coffee. To my surprise, a pot had already been brewed and from the looks of it, it was still, if not hot, then at least warm. I hesitated for a moment when I spotted the sheet of paper, but smiled when I picked it up to read.
Good morning, pet. I thought you should know your couch is surprisingly comfortable. Also, I hope the coffee isn’t too cold, or too strong, when you wake up. I made it right before I left, thankfully avoiding an audience. See you soon.
~ N
I grabbed a mug and poured myself a cup. While it heated in the microwave I grabbed the creamer from the fridge. Once the hot brew was the perfect cappuccino color, I sipped the hazelnut-flavored beverage and peered out my kitchen window to the bright green, perfectly manicured backyard. I admired the various flowering plants growing with their multitude of colors. All the pinks, reds, yellows, blues, purples, greens, and seemingly every other color of the rainbow made me so happy inside. Every time a new flower bloomed it reminded me of new beginnings and all the beauty and wonder in the world.
I rinsed out my now empty mug and set it in the dish drainer before heading to the mudroom. The dirt smell inside reminded me of my grandmother and our times in her garden. I slid into my soil-stained tennis shoes and snatched up my gardening basket from the bench. The basket housed my gloves and all my tools, including my spade, shears, and other items. My feet attempted to lead me to my lilies, but since I typically spent the most time with them, I always saved them until last. Instead, I headed to my other flower friends.
Once I’d pulled weeds, snipped off dying buds and twigs, and watered the flowers that needed it, I headed over to my beloved lilies. Right before I reached them, I stopped short. Something felt off. I twisted right and left, my eyes darting around my yard, searching for… anything. Oddly, the air stilled around me like it too was holding its breath, not wanting to disturb whatever was out there. There was a sinister darkness closing in on me and my limbs felt heavy with a sense of impending doom. However, nothing moved. No shadows shifted. But even the leaves seemed afraid to dance in the light breeze.
You’re being ridiculous. I shook off the uneasiness and continued the last few steps it took to reach the lilies. I stepped up to my favorite bundle and my foot collided with something. I looked down, but didn’t see anything through the greenery. I squatted and parted the stems and leaves searching for the hard object I’d hit. At first I didn’t process what I was seeing. Like a bolt of lightening my brain caught up with my eyes and a scream erupted from the depths of my throat. I stumbled and fell on my ass, scrambling backward and away from the gruesome scene like I was escaping a predator bearing down on me. My chest hurt from gasping in air that just wasn’t entering my lungs. Black spots dotted my vision, but I blinked them away.
Needing to escape, I picked myself up off the ground and raced inside. I snatched up my cell phone from where I’d left it on the kitchen table and with trembling fingers pressed a few buttons. Forcing myself to take slow, calming breaths I tapped my fingers in a frantic beat on the counter, my eyes darting back and forth across the backyard through the kitchen window.
“Well, hello, beautiful.” The sound of Joseph’s voice calmed me some, but I was still freaking out. I thought I’d gotten my breathing under control, but when he said my name, I heard myself.
I was beginning to hyperventilate.
“Madeline, angel, I need you to relax. We’re on our way. Just breathe, pet. Slow and steady. Deep inhale in, slow exhale out.”
I heard his words, but my body wasn’t cooperating.
“Madeline.” This time, Joseph’s sharp command filtered through my panic. I’d expected that tone from Nathaniel, but not Joseph. The even-tempered, almost mild-mannered one. It startled me, but it also had me listening. Now that I was, I could hear Nathaniel cursing at traffic in the background.
“Good girl. Concentrate on my breathing and follow my instructions. Breathe deep in.”
We inhaled together before he spoke again. “Slowly let it out.”
In time, our lungs deflated as we both pushed the air out. Joseph and I repeated our dance until, with agonizing slowness, my racing heart tempered its beat and my breathing evened out and became normal again.
“Better?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He didn’t bother correcting me. I think he knew I was still walking a tightrope and anything could send me tumbling over the edge.
“Now, tell me what’s going on. Keep breathing, Madeline.”
I inhaled a shuddering breath before finding my voice. With a hushed whisper, I answered him. “There’s a dead body in my backyard.”
“Over the lilies there that wave, and weep above a nameless grave!”
-Edgar Allen Poe, The Valley of Unrest
My dearest Madeline,
Did you find the gift I left for you? I know how important your garden is to you and that lilies are your favorite flower, which is why I put it there. I needed to make sure you received it. As I lay on the cold ground next to your gift, fingers laced behind my head as I stared at the stars above, I thought of you, Madeline. Of your long, caramel brown hair as it cascaded down your back, short tendrils curling around your face. I thought of your violet eyes, unlike any shade I’ve ever seen before, hidden behind your too-big glasses. They mesmerized me.
I pictured us waltzing together as I held you a little closer than required. Your hands and arms clung to me as I whistled a melody that echoed through the quiet surrounding us. The scent of the perfume wafting off the Oriental Lilies that bloomed so magnificently under the moonlit sky teased my nostrils as we moved in time around our own private sanctuary. No one would bother us here. We would be invisible to the outside world. Just the two of us.
And just as I leaned in to brush your lips with mine, your gift chose that moment to stir, to remind me where I truly was. The scream that rent the air pierced through my daydream, ruining the magical moment between you and me. I had no choice but to silence it. I wrapped my hand around its throat, cutting off the noise with a choked gasp. Have no fear, my dearest Madeline, it didn’t suffer long.
Once it was over, I drew out my knife. As the blade pierced its skin, I again thought of you. Of your generous heart. And oh, how I wished it were mine. Soon, though, Madeline. Soon, it will belong to me.
I’m counting the days.
Chapter 15
Nathaniel
Son of a bitch. The horn blared at another damn car in my way. I slammed on the brake to avoid their bumper before jerking the wheel to the left and quickly accelerating past them, while Joseph remained on the phone with Madeline. I’d only heard his side of the conversation, but I knew Madeline was in trouble. We’d shared a smile when her number came across his caller ID, but when he’d barked her name, I knew something terrible had happened. It was killing me not to know what was going on. I laid on the horn again and got flipped off for my trouble. Fucking D.C. traffic. We needed to get to our woman now.
