But I had to put aside their wiles and dubious intent. I had to concentrate on my own methods of driving Billy to a madness that would make him mine…if only for a night or two. No doubt in my mind he'd sniff out the details that didn't fit reality, in this picture of illicit domestic bliss those three ladies of the evening painted, and that he'd find a way to escape their plans.
At least I hoped he would.
Such thoughts pulsed dangerously through my veins, for I had lived with this set of circumstances all my life-had been spared my mortal, human existence because it served the Sisters' purposes. And just this once, dammit, I would pursue my own purposes! Just this once, the body I watched in the mirror would know the extreme, exquisite exhilaration of being filled to overflowing by a young stud who stirred me in such wondrous ways.
In my mind, it was my backside he was banging against, thrusting that long, thick cock into my hungry cunt as his weight held me naked against the wall. My fingers found the wet crevice between legs that parted of their own accord, and when my foot propped itself on the low stool nearby, I was a study in unrequited lust. Two fingers went up past the knuckles, to wiggle inside my hot, wet passage while my hand prodded my wet puss. With my other hand, I raised the padded mound to better expose my clit-both so I could watch it in the glass, and so it could get its share of attention in this very short time I could allot to my secret pleasure.
A rasp escaped me as the first waves of desire spread like ripples in a pond fed by hot springs. Here I stood, brazen as sin, fondling the pink pearl that peeked between my forked fingers while pumping myself like a woman possessed with my other hand-a hand that glistened with the wetness oozing out of my sex. My hips rocked, and I couldn't take my gaze away from quivering thighs and pearlescent dew trickling over my fingers-like tossing kerosene on a fire, it felt, as the heat inside me threatened to explode. Musk filled my room, along with my little panting noises, until I had to grit my teeth to keep from screaming. In my mind, Billy was ramming himself so deep inside me I left the ground! My muscles clenched around his engorged cock, and with the first spasms of the hot cum he shot inside me, I was- "Jesus-Jesus-Jesus-" I chanted hoarsely, my entire body enveloped by quakes that went on and on. For a few moments I had to stand there, hands still gripping my soft, heated flesh, allowing my legs to recover their strength before I dared step away.
I was a desperate woman, all right. The precious seconds I'd spent releasing my need now had to serve me again-so, on sudden inspiration, I took down my hair and ran my wet fingers through it, combing it into a disheveled disarray that smelled of my sex, hoping Billy's nose would lead him in my direction. Indeed, I dried my hands by wiping them on my neck and arms and any skin I thought he might come in contact with.
Then I grabbed my dressing gown of white cotton-not that I had others to choose from-out of the armoire, and tied it loosely over my nude body. The front gaped open in what I hoped was an enticing softness, inviting eyes to wish for more. I couldn't outdo my competition, so I had to win Billy with simple understatement. A foil to the provocative colors and obvious lust that Perfidia, Pandora, and the coy Miss Pink would ply him with.
Still I lacked allure. A quick flicker of the kohl stick to accentuate my hazel eyes…a smudge of rouge to create cheekbones in a squarish, bland face and to put roses in my narrow lips. The chiming of the grandfather clock downstairs reminded me I had no time to waste: seven stately tolls, and by the time the last one was fading away, I was padding down the back stairway barefoot. I wanted to look into the parlor before my presence was noticed, hoping something I saw would inspire a performance any prostitute could be proud of. I felt like a woman exhibiting her wares, hoping to be the winning bidder at an auction where the strength and beauty and bravado that were Billy Tripplehorn were ultimately at stake.
After all, it was my doing that he was now at risk. My selfish yearnings had brought us to the Devil's doorstep, much like secret lovers of Redemption brought their babies in baskets to the orphanage under cover of the night, without a thought for the ones they sacrificed.
Such serious concerns vanished when I peeked into the parlor, however: Billy sat enthroned in a massive walnut chair with insets of red upholstery, holding court while his new admirers gazed up at him from the floor cushions around his knee. This, of course, afforded him an unimpeded view down each of their gowns while baring the legs they bent to one side, so their ankles crossed near their hips. They had loosened his cream-colored shirt nearly to his navel, and he sat with his knees apart-probably so his prodigious cock had somewhere to go inside his loose brown pants.
Ah yes, that cock! It was prodding the buttons of his fly until I swore I saw it quivering, even from the far side of the room. It was only a matter of moments before one of the demoiselles before him set it free to suck on it. Jeremy and Justin stood discreetly in the background, their eyes alight and their hands down each other's sarongs, whispering as they gazed at the scene unfolding before the fireplace.
Cerise stood only two paces in front of me, unaware of my presence: her body was so taut with the suspense and sexuality of this situation, the toe of her high-heeled shoe tapped out an agitated tattoo on the parquet floor. I suspected her fingers had found her clit, and she was hoping to move in for any leftovers the Sisters might allow her when they'd finished with Billy.
And then there was Billy…oh God, the sheer sensuality of that brazen young man with the bronzed skin and the eyes of obsidian, lounging against the chair's ornately carved back like a prince surveying his harem. He radiated a cocksureness that was an aphrodisiac in itself, a signal to every woman in the room-and to the twin house boys, who lusted after him, as well-that his carnality and physical perfection and appetite for pleasure would take us all far into a night unlike any we'd known before. The Sisters sat with faces upturned like flowers basking in his light, and young Tripplehorn knew he had them in his thrall.
Or at least he believed he did-that was the stickler. When Pandora rose gracefully from the floor, standing directly in front of his spread legs, he had no idea that her seductive ballet could be a dance of death. No, he sat captivated by that most voluptuous of the trio, his eyelids fluttering to half-mast in appreciation of the temptress with the raven hair and ruby lips. She let her scarlet shawl fall down over her shoulders in a delicious ripple of shimmering silk, before slowly drawing it off her body to hold it before him…rather like an erotic toreador teasing a bull to mate with her.
"Ah, my Knight of Swords," she crooned, making the shawl undulate before him like a cape of fire drawn from the crackling logs on the hearth. "When I sensed you were coming here, I could barely contain my excitement! You herald a change in our musty world here-a change that brings new vitality and adventure…not to mention a sword like no other man has ever waved at us! Welcome, Billy Tripplehorn. You're the new lifeblood I've been awaiting for so, so long."
He sat transfixed, gazing into the ever-changing kaleidoscope of reds and oranges and sparkling gold reflected from the fire's light. And as Pandora shrugged slightly to entice him with the bulge of her lush breasts, nearly overflowing the scallop-edged bodice of her black lace gown, Billy's hand reached toward her as though by magic; as though this mystic's potent spell already controlled him.
Pandora's chuckle tickled the edges of the room, her energy reverberating through the floorboards until every one of us felt her power. "I am your Queen of Cups, Billy," she continued, arching forward until her breasts did indeed overflow their lace constraints. "I am the ruler over romance and relationships, you see, and I foretell a time of great imagination…great satisfaction for all who believe in me.