Melissa MacNeal - Beyond Redemption

"So do it!" I was squirming against the furred bars of marble that held my chest and hips in place, desperate to be filled again. "Stick it inside me and make me scream, Justin! We don't have much time!"

The agile young man needed no further coaxing. He was on me, bracing himself on his hands so he could lower that stiff dick toward my open hole while we both watched. Cerise and Jeremy moved closer, sucking in their breath with an anticipation nearly as potent as my own. My heart was pounding hard as sweat dampened my writhing body. When had I ever felt so alive-so desired? So- "Helluva way to reward the help!" a gruff voice accosted us from the door. "Sorry to intrude in your little games, Miss Andrea, but you've got some explaining to do!"

The four of us froze as Billy Tripplehorn stepped into the steam-filled sauna. His dark waves were rumpled from sleep and his eyes shone like hard, polished rocks as he approached the table. The tip of Justin's cock rested against my clit, so it was all I could do to reply to our intruder. But by God, he had no right to any answers before I got a few myself!

"Excuse me? Explaining?" I demanded, scowling at him. "Maybe you could start by telling me why you left me in that damn cell to prance after those Gypsies!"

Billy planted his fists in his hips, which directed my gaze toward the fact that he was naked and getting aroused by the scene before him. He was also getting angry. "What was I supposed to do? Wait for Legg to march me to the gallows? Your friend Moore left me there like a sitting duck-"

"He was looking for Lucy's killer!"

"-so I took the first opening I saw, dammit!" He swiped the hair back from his forehead as he stared at the juncture of Justin's cock at my cunt. "Looks like Lover Boy here is after an opening, too! How stupid of me to assume it belonged to me, or that our night together actually meant something to you!"

"Don't you dare whine about infidelity!" I retorted, heaving with my frustration-not to mention wishing I could break loose to slap him!

"Then how about this? I happen to know that something very strange is going on here-that those three women who posed as Gypsies, and who seduced me the other night, are up to something dangerous."

"Like what?" I challenged-and then wished I hadn't. Billy's expression told me he was closer to the truth about the three Sisters than any outsider was supposed to be, and if I didn't react quickly, we could all be in deep, dark trouble. "I think you were so sucked in by their come-hither promises and their hungry cunts-"

"Those bedrooms upstairs have never been slept in."

This statement brought a halt to everyone's breathing. Beside me, Cerise and Jeremy clutched each other's hand protectively, while Justin froze like a statue.

"I know this because after they thought they'd worn me out-again-I followed them," Tripplehorn continued. "Lost sight of them in the twists of the stairway, but I know damn well they're down here somewhere. Now what's going on? What've you and Moore gotten me into, Andrea?"

There it was, the question I'd hoped to avoid. I couldn't confess that the attorney and the orphanage overseer were one and the same-and of different genders. Nor could I explain how, while trying to save him from Judge Legg's execution, I had brought him over the threshold of another potential death. The time passing between his question and my answer only pointed up a situation more incriminating than he could imagine, but as I struggled for an explanation, things got even worse.

The other door-the carved, gilt-edged entryway to the Sisters' crypt-suddenly flew open. Pink glared at us with all the venom of a diva whose beauty sleep had been disturbed, shaking her disheveled head with unmistakable menace.

"How dare you accost our Andrea with these accusations?" she demanded. "Curiosity is one thing, Mr. Tripplehorn, but we Sisters of Samaria won't tolerate such impertinence."

Was that the glint of twin incisors I saw? I held my breath as the redheaded vampire stepped from her lair, leaving the ornate door open behind her. Just as her pale pink negligee barely concealed her curves, her wicked grin didn't disguise a deadly intent.

"Come with me, Billy," she whispered, crooking her finger at him as she riveted him with her gaze. "It's time you learned about the power of Pink, big boy."

I could not believe my eyes! By crooking a come-hither finger at Billy, beckoning him into the Sisters' sanctuary, Pink was breaking a cardinal rule the Three P's had established back when they acquired this house! No one-not even the servants and I-was ever allowed beyond that gilt-edged door into the sanctum where they slept. Justin, Jeremy and Cerise stepped closer to me as I strained against the mink-lined arms of the heated massage machine which held me fast. They, too, realized the fatal consequences if Billy Tripplehorn obeyed the sloe-eyed vampire.

Pink, however, had tuned in to my mental distress. She flashed me a knowing glance before continuing to seduce the handsome young man who already knew more than he should.

"Curiosity killed the cat, Billy," she murmured in a seductive voice. Her alluring body appeared fluid beneath the film of her pink negligee; like the ebb and flow of the ocean, her breasts and hips shimmied in a primal appeal to his manhood. Locks of auburn hair fell in disarray around her pearlescent shoulders, and the rose she always wore teased him with its disheveled petals. All Billy could do-all any of us could do-was gawk at this fallen angel and feel her power overtaking us.

"But then-you've always considered yourself smarter than the average pussy, haven't you?" she purred, taking the slightest step backward toward her lair. "I must admit you've already figured out more than most could have, concerning those unslept-in beds upstairs. But following such hunches comes with a price-and it's my duty to be sure you can pay it, Mr. Tripplehorn. We won't allow just any man to romance our Andrea, after all."

I bristled, for I knew damn well this little performance had nothing to do with my feelings for Billy! It was all about the power of Pink…the childlike charm that beguiled with smiles and sunshine she could only recall from bygone times as a mortal adolescent.

Billy's scowl resembled my own. "I never asked to come out here to the-"

"Ah, but twice you've accepted the invitation! Andrea's, and now ours," Pink pointed out in a voice that sliced like a razor. "You could have stayed in town and answered to the magistrate about Lucy's death, after all. But here you are."

If he realized Pink had just revealed my double identity, Tripplehorn gave no sign. He was too immersed in the shimmering vision of promiscuity before him to concentrate on the finer points of a relationship attorney Alex Moore should never have begun.

Billy turned to glance fleetingly at me-and again I saw those dark eyes spinning like coffee stirred in a cup. She already had him in her thrall, but she-cats like Pink just loved to tease the living daylights out of their prey before they ate it.

"I'm not a total monster, however," she crooned, leaning against the door frame so her pert breasts bulged above the bodice of her nightgown. "So I'll give you a choice. Another chance at salvation, since you know so little about it."

I cringed at the little pink tongue wetting her lips. The other shoe was about to drop, and she offered Billy no real choice at all. The vamp had already claimed her prize by appealing to Billy's rampant male ego-even larger and more prodigious than the cock now straining against the union suit he'd wornto bed.

"And what might that be?" he challenged, raking the dark waves back from his forehead. "The same sort of choice you gave Furmeister when you locked him in his own cell and stole the key?"