Melissa MacNeal - Beyond Redemption

The three servants shared a furtive glance, before Cerise piped up from the tub. She was sitting upright now, her hair hanging in wet ringlets over her pale shoulders. "They knew that once you found out how pleasurable such play can be, you'd be unable to control your urges-as we are. They wanted you to concentrate on your-"

"They don't want me to find a lover and leave them."

There-I'd said it. Never mind that Pandora and Perfidia-mostly the latter-had brainwashed Cerise and the twins with this blather, to keep them loyal and subservient. My chest burned with a sudden resentment as I considered yet another way in which they had enslaved me while making me believe I was free of their insidious control.

"We'll tell no one, then," I assured them quietly. "With the three of them lying oblivious in their caskets and Billy asleep upstairs, who's to be the wiser about this little…escapade?"

I hoped I sounded more confident about this than I felt. We all knew how powerful the Sisters could be, and how vengeful when this power was challenged. We'd all seen their savage way of dealing with those who defied their wishes, in the name of an eternal hunger that must be fed.

"I'm sorry, Miss Andrea," Jeremy began in a doleful voice. "Sorry I-"

"Sorry you fucked me?" I challenged the slender blond with a probing gaze.

"Oh, no! I've dreamed of doing that ever since I saw Tripplehorn sticking it to-I mean-"

I smiled in spite of the tension filling the steamy little bathroom. "You watched through the keyhole, too, right?"

"And I wanted you. Wished it were me making you cry out with such passion-"

"And need," his twin cut in, grinning wickedly. "My Lord, you were so responsive-so uninhibited-I nearly knocked the door down to take my turn at you. Can you forgive us for forgetting our place?"

Now Justin's sari had parted, to reveal a pecker identical to the one I'd just had. How could I possibly be angry with two randy young men who'd expressed their desire for me, a woman so much older? It was still Billy Tripplehorn I wanted-although now that he'd left me alone in bed and in jail, as well, I wondered why I owed him any allegiance. Any loyalty or protection.

I smiled at the way the three domestics watched me so closely. Compared to them I was indeed free, and now their safety-as well as Tripplehorn's-had become my responsibility. I didn't like it, but there was little I could do to change the grand scheme of things within the Sisters' domain.

"As I said, we all have our little secrets. But we must never forget that those wily women possess powers of perception far beyond ours," I replied, whispering as though, even now, they might be able to hear us. "We must be very, very careful not to let them guess at our new…connection."

At the door, Justin let out the breath he'd been holding. He was gazing hungrily at me, like a man too long denied food and drink. Like a young swain determined to prove himself more capable of crazing me than either of my previous lovers.

"I think a massage might erase those lines we've brought to your pretty face, Miss Andrea," he murmured, his fingers flexing in anticipation. "Think of how utterly divine you'll feel with those warm marble arms wrapped around you, while I stroke away your worries with my hands and my…cock. Who knows when we'll have such an opportunity again, without arousing the Sisters' wrath and Tripplehorn's jealousy?"

Wise beyond his years he was. And as he beckoned with an outstretched hand, his pale hair curling in the mist and his chest rising to the rhythm of my own, I once again succumbed to the siren song of my sex. Cerise was right: once I'd tried it, once was not enough!

So into the sauna I walked with him, naked yet confident-feeling so damned womanly in the knowledge that yet another handsome young man wanted my body. A denser mist filled this little room. We walked past a pool of cerulean blue, where the steam rose invitingly-where Pandora and Pink often cavorted to warm their undead bodies-to a small chamber dominated by a contraption Perfidia preferred.

I stretched out, face-down, on the massage table, which Justin had covered with a throw made of mink. Soft and plush it felt against my breasts and belly; the warmth of the marble slab, which changed temperature at the twist of a faucet, seeped through my muscles. As a pair of strong young hands plied my back, I saw visions of the lovemaking I'd just shared with Jeremy and pulsed at the chance to feel such pleasure again. Indeed, I'd opened the box belonging to that Pandora of the Greek myth: once smitten, I'd become hopelessly enslaved to the sweet sensations of sex.

Justin's hands were moving with swift efficiency, kneading my shoulder blades and pressing down my spine. Now he was rubbing the halves of my ass like a man possessed-or a man wanting to possess-and my desire flared. I turned onto my side and then stretched languidly, like a cat, holding his eye…reveling in the way he couldn't stop looking at my bare body, usually hidden beneath Andrea's dowdy clothing or the prim, proper suits Alex Moore always wore. What freedom, to display myself before him without feeling utterly ridiculous or…old.

With a sigh like a prayer, Justin lowered his lips to my chest, kissing my damp skin softly before sucking each nipple between his teeth. His fingers, meanwhile, ventured lower…into that coarse hair at the gate of my sex…into the notch beneath the padded flesh…oh, so slowly around the little nub that leapt to life beneath his fingertip. I gasped with the startling sensation! How could I still be so eager, after my climax with Jeremy? He and Cerise stood nearby, the little perverts-smiling at me through the mist. Knowing that I was as much a slave to my impulses as they were-as much held hostage by my wanton body as by the hypnotic forces Pink, Pandora, and Perfidia invoked to keep me here.

But none of that mattered. As Justin maneuvered a pair of mink-lined marble cuffs across my chest and abdomen, my body quivered with excitement: like the table beneath me, these slender slabs were warmed by hot water pipes in their center-like a radiator-so while I felt enveloped by heat and silk, I was also confined: a willing prisoner as my masseuse fastened these two flat appendages to the table. He then fastened my ankles in two smaller cuffs, which separated my legs at a very suggestive, open angle.

"How's that?" my attendant murmured, his eyes on the prize between my gaping legs.

"Turn up the heat, Justin. If we're going to use Perfidia's method, we might as well aspire to her madness."

He twisted the faucet handle, which produced a faster, warmer flow of water. Energy circulated like wild blood in my veins-the life force our slyest Sister swore by when her age and vampiric condition made her feel bitchier than she cared to. Perfidia would never be as young and fresh as Pink, nor as lush and alluring as the raven-haired Pandora-nor did she envy these attributes. Like any woman, however, she craved that sense of feeling vital and alive, so she'd designed this contraption to recapture a sense of control over her body. Not an easy task for a woman who'd slept in a casket for centuries.

But Perfidia was the farthest thing from my mind when Justin ran his fingertips down the insides of my parted thighs. His need poked out the front of his cobalt sari, a cock that peered over the edge of the table at its conquest. With an impatient jerk, he tore the silk from his slender body and then nimbly positioned himself on the warm table, crouching between my spread legs. He looked like a pale panther stalking its prey…with the scent of a pussy so close his nostrils flared.

"You're very wet…very warm, sweet Andrea," he murmured as a finger spread my dew around the folds of my slit. "I can feel the beat of your pulse, the heat of your need…so much more provocative than Perfidia's. God, I can hardly hold myself back! I want to drive into you and rut like a crazed animal, and-"