Melissa MacNeal - Beyond Redemption

Billy shook his head to clear it, wisely backing away. "I don't think-"

"That's right! It's too late for thinking!" the winsome bitch taunted. "You chose to come downstairs-and then chose to enter this temple of doom-so you might as well kiss rational thought goodbye when your lips meet mine! However-"

Pink paused, her slender arms extended in a graceful gesture that foreshadowed her next offer; the next choice that would either bring Billy a reprieve or eternal damnation.

"-I'll give you one more option, just because I love a willing victim," she continued in a lower, more mesmerizing tone. "I wanted you the moment I laid eyes on you, Billy. But so did Andrea."

Her gaze flickered to me as I stood near the door, following this life-and-death drama from the shadows.

"She loves you, Tripplehorn. And because she's never given her heart-much less her body-to another man, she deserves you far more than I do. But you must do exactly as I demand if you don't want to disappoint her, possibly for the rest of her life."

"Wh-what's that? What're you talking about?" The man who had so easily mastered Lucy, and then made me complete, stood staring as though he'd never seen a naked woman.

The temptress had caught him in conversational circle from which there was no escape; a downward spiral toward the depravity that defined the Sisters of Samaria. Once they set their mental hooks and began reeling in their prey, it became a game to them-entertainment that helped pass the endless decades. It was an advanced version of playing with their food, and right now it disgusted me.

"Cut the crap, Miss Pink," I muttered, hoping to distract Billy-to allow him a few rational thoughts before he got forever lost. "This has nothing to do with me, and you know it! Pandora has Cerise, and Perfidia has her twin house boys, so now you're after your own slave!"

Pink's expression was priceless: the dismay of a little girl caught with her hand in the cookie jar, yet denying her crime to the end! "How can you say that, Andrea?" she pouted. "As we told Mr. Tripplehorn from the start, it's our mission to save bad boys! And we're saving him for you! Why are you so ungrateful for letting us make him the perfect lover first?"

"Billy!" the vampire then commanded, "come! Take me in your arms, and I'll make you the man you were intended to be!"

There was no resisting Pink when she set her mind to something, so I had no right to hate Billy for stepping toward her with his cock in the lead. Still, it hurt to see the eagerness in his shining eyes, and to hear his moan of anticipation when their bare bodies met.

She had seen my challenge for the distraction it was, and was making damn sure it didn't happen again! Claiming his full, chiseled lips in a kiss that rendered the chamber around me breathless, Miss Pink began to have her way with him. I could only watch them, helpless now, and hope her lessons were indeed for my benefit.

The moment Billy slipped his arm around her naked waist, she pinned him against the wall ten feet away-a quicker-than-thought lunge that landed him so high he wasn't touching the floor. His grunt of surprise had me smiling: when had the rascal of Redemption ever found himself on such unsure footing?

Pink, however, levered her bent arms against the wall on either side of his head before he could fight her. "Suckle me," she said in a throaty command. "Lick my nipple…yes, like that. Now open your mouth as though to swallow me whole."

What a sight she made undulating against him, her body like a stripe of pale pink frosting wiggling on a chocolate eclair. Her head lolled back, and that rose bobbed beside her ear…faster as their intensity increased. Billy's lips moved from one rounded breast to the other, lost in kisses that smacked wetly each time he released the suction. His cock pointed at me from between her legs, and I badly wanted to rush over and suck it.

But no, Miss Pink had planned her work and was working her plan. "Stick it inside me," she whispered, her desire a sibilant echo in this low-ceilinged room. "Ram that cock up my cunt, Billy, and fuck me with it all night long."

What man doesn't want to hear that? Tripplehorn was obeying the call of his wild, primal urges as much as heeding Pink's request, and with one swift injection he filled her. She cried out, riding him like a cowgirl taming a bronc. Billy's face tightened with his imminent climax, and his longer, darker body began to curl around hers.

"Now!" she commanded, and he complied with a hoarse growl. Pink pumped him frantically, until jism ran down his tight thighs and his hands spanned her backside to hold her in place.

"Oh no you don't!" she replied with a giggle. "I'm in control here! You'd better be ready for my next command, big boy."

They suddenly became airborne acrobats, rolling off the wall into a series of somersaults, still joined at the hip. I watched in amazement as their bodies spun toward me in slow motion. Billy gripped her, his face a mask of elation and fear as he fought to right himself-to regain the upper position before they would surely hit the floor. Yet as I stepped out of their path, Pink pivoted to miss the wall, grinning triumphantly at me.

"Pump harder, Billy," she teased. "If you stop, we'll fall! And I so love the sensation of effortless, weightless flight. Don't you?"

His answer was a grunt of renewed effort, for he believed the vixen in his grip would let go if he didn't obey her. Over and under her he spun, his hips still flexing to keep Pink filled as she propelled them in slow loops around the dimly lit room. When they neared the sconces, I saw the sweat on his arms and face…the concentration he'd never had to call upon with other women.

While it did my heart good to see him under a lover's sway, I was worried: even if Pink released him to me when she finished, would Billy still want me? A mortal female couldn't compete with the extraordinary experience he was having right now.

"Now come, Billy!" his instructor cried. "Shoot me full of your juice again!"

"But I just-only a few minutes ago-"

"Is this a problem? Would you rather just give it up and give in to my wicked inclinations?" Pink spun them suddenly out of orbit, her incisors flashing in the candlelight as she tossed him on top of Perfidia's glowing green casket. "Shall we awaken this lady and let her join us? I'm sure she's been watching with great interest!"

Billy, bless his heart, struggled mightily to rise from the flat, thin partition that separated him from the more sinister vampire. His flailing was in vain, however. Even though Miss Pink floated several inches above him now, tickling only the very tip of his cock with the rim of her slit, she held him fast by the sheer power of her will.

"Face it, Billy," she said in a low voice. "You've met a lover you can't control or outperform. For the first time in your life you must submit to the whims of another-and my whims are nothing, compared to what Perfidia and Pandora will subject you to!"

She lowered her supple body onto his extended member then, and began to slide up and down his pole so slowly that my own slit wept with need. As I watched, fascinated, my palms felt the coarse friction of his chest hair as Pink stroked it; my thighs stretched from straddling his, still sticky from his previous climax. The heat of his fine, muscled body set my own afire, while his passion resonated in my veins. My God, but he was fine! I had known that when he bedded me, of course, but it was another perspective altogether to witness his beauty from a distance.

It was also the incentive I needed to snatch him back-before it was too late; before Pink forgot herself in her youthful exuberance. Or before Perfidia knocked them to the floor and shoved her younger Sister aside. I thought I saw subtle movement inside the shining green casket.