Now I need to find some money, and the only place it could possibly be found is Master William’s wing of the house. I have to hope he has left his main door unlocked.
If it’s locked, the key will no doubt be on his body. My stomach lurches at the thought of feeling around in his pockets for it. I grab the pillowcase and the plastic bag, then take a chance and head around to his wing.
It’s open. Of course it is. He would have felt secure leaving it open, knowing I was bound to the banister. I scurry through to the library. It’s been a few years since I have been in here; things have changed. It takes me a few moments to find the clearly labeled hard drive and I place it inside the plastic bag, as well.
I run around to his bedroom and look for any money. There are a few bills and some change sitting on his bedside table. I grab them and stuff them inside the plastic bag, throwing it into the pillowcase.
I’m not dressed warm enough for the night, so I reconsider, grab a jacket out of his closet, and put it on. It envelopes my body and is far too baggy on me, but it will do. There’s a big pocket on the inside, so I stuff the pillowcase holding my few things inside it and zip up the jacket.
I take a moment to look around and can’t think what else would be important enough to take with me. I command my feet to walk back down the stairs and out the back door.
I have never been able to use the front door, and I didn’t want to now. My mind was geared to what I was allowed to do, and that was what was going to get me out of this house. Rules are important at this moment, or else I fear I would stay here purely because I’m petrified of the outside world and the unknown.
I start walking down the back of the property, away from the big majestic oak tree with its twisted and gnarled old branches, which curl toward the house as if in worship. It’s a beautiful tree in its own way, but I always thought it also possessed the power to change into something creepy at night, with the moonlight silhouetting its dark, twisted branches.
I keep on walking, never looking back, until I eventually come to a fence line, climb over it and onto a dirt road.
And then I keep right on walking without a clue of what the night will hold for me. I don’t even want to think beyond this point in time for what my future holds because that is too frightening. Fear could so easily devour my courage.
I try to calm my wayward thoughts by hoping there are people right now in this moment who are enjoying themselves and are safe and cared for because I have to believe it exists.
I had felt it in my bones that somethin’ was goin’ to be comin’. I didn’t know when, but dem bones of mine never lied to me. They always gave me a warnin’, a feelin’ in dem that left me to work the rest out for myself. I hadn’t had such a strong feelin’ seepin’ into them in a long time.
There was nothin’ much to be done but sit here in front of my comforting fire in my cozy livin’ room with my crochet until I be called upon.
Cyn, the long haired, raven beauty with the mile-long legs and lips that were made for sucking my cock, greets us at the door in a little black silk robe, which doesn’t quite cover her bare ass as we follow her inside.
I met her at a bar a couple years back. I was intrigued to know more about her, and she was a hell-of-a-good-fuck. She went and fell for the wrong guy, and her dreams got swept away. A daughter was born out of that short-lived relationship.
Short-lived being the operative words.
Every kid should have the chance at having a parent who would be there for them. We have an agreement; I pay her enough to get her through the month for exclusive sex when I require it¸ and the rest of the time, she’s there for her little girl.
This is purely a business arrangement. I keep her fed and safe from the dangers of other men, but I do have a fondness for her. I want her to be a mom to her daughter foremost, and then she’s available to me when I want to fuck hard and rough, so this arrangement works for both of us.
Until she tells me otherwise, or I end our agreement, she’s mine. Cyn knows she only has to tell me and I’ll walk away.
Simple as that.
I have no deep connections.
Drill and I are now both naked as the day we were born, our dicks hard and hungry, ready to grunt and sweat out the killings.
I call Cyn over, yanking the sash on her robe undone as she turns her back to me, letting it glide over her naked body and fall into a puddle at her feet, exposing her round ass and the glint of the fake jewel I can see nestled there. My dick went crazy at the sight of it. Cyn really makes it worth keeping her around.
“Fuck, Cyn,” Drill growls out as he moves straight to the round table, which has everything we will need.
There’s always a price to my soul for taking another’s life. I know that, and one day I’ll pay for it because karma will be coming for me, but for now, I’m gonna spend a few hours in fucking Heaven.
I look down at Cyn. She’s eager to get this fuck party started, and I’m happy to oblige. She’s grabbed a hold of the back of the couch on either side of my hips for support, and I’m already on board, working off my adrenaline by pumping into her luscious mouth like a steam train. You can almost hear my dick singing out loud, ‘Choo-choo!’ the way she’s sucking me off.
Drill’s suited up, because he isn’t wasting any time, and he comes prowling over like a lion, fierce and ready to be the king of her jungle.
She senses he’s behind her and spreads her long gazelle-like legs wide, baring herself and preparing for him to penetrate her, but she hasn’t missed a beat sucking me off.
Drill’s stroking his dark red beard, eyeing up the jewel that’s tempting him already. It’s flashing at him like a neon calling card. He knows she would have gotten herself drenched the minute she’d inserted it, so he grabs hold of her hips and starts thrusting inside her saturated pussy while Cyn voices her pleasure deep in her throat. The vibration only adds to my dick’s excitement.
We’re all lost in our own thoughts and sexual sensations with Cyn, getting the bonus pleasure of that jewel in her ass being pounded every time Drill thrusts inside her, when he suddenly pulls out, heads back over to the table, and lubes up. He can’t wait and she knows it too.
He struts back over and rubs his thumb slowly over his bottom lip as he eyes up that sex toy. He knows he’s keeping Cyn waiting impatiently because she’s rolling her hips, trying to find him. He grunts at her little aggravated display then gives her a hard spank on her ass for her impatience as she moans for more, so he slaps her again, hard, leaving a matching red handprint.
He can’t wait any longer, giving the jewel a little tug and drops it to the floor while receiving an expectant deep fuck-me noise of desire from Cyn. Her ass is wiggling about in need, so he massages her wet pussy from behind, thumbing her juices over her rim as her teeth graze along my erection, making me hiss in a breath. Then he pushes two lubed up fingers, one at a time, inside her, stretching her for him.
She’s pushing back hard on his fingers in pulses while still bobbing her head on my cock. She’s ready for him. A quick lick of his lips and Drill enters her on a heavy sigh as he lets his head drop back. She can’t help gasping out loud through a mouthful of my cock because Drill’s a big boy. She stops sucking long enough to take him all the way in, then he starts thrusting and grunting like a caveman.