The Red (The Godwicks, #1)

by Tiffany Reisz

“What is it you want from me?” “May I be blunt with you?” he asked. “I’d prefer it.” “I very much wish to fuck you.”

“You’re a very beautiful young lady,” Malcolm said. “I like very beautiful young ladies.” “Do you?” “I’m a connoisseur.” “Are you? Do you have a favorite type?” “Elegant prostitutes,” he said. “A perennial favorite.” “You know I’m not a prostitute, yes?” she asked. “Not yet. But I think you’ll make a fine whore.”

“The brain is an organ of the body. Whether I use you for your mind or use you for your cunt, I’m still using you for an organ of your body.” “You make an interesting point.” The brain was indeed a bodily organ as were the genitals. She could hardly argue his logic.

“In exchange for having carte blanche over your body—all three holes, thank you—I’ll save The Red.”

“Excellent. Just what I’ve been wanting to hear for a very long time. We’ll start tomorrow night.” “So soon?” “Does your cunt have a prior engagement?” he asked, his tone mocking.

“Lovely, lovely hole,” he said as he put his hand between her legs and stroked her wet inner lips before slipping two fingers inside of her.

“I have trouble respecting a woman who gives away for free what she could sell for good money. Whores are the only women who know their own worth. I mean that.”

At last he came, shooting her full of his hot thick fluid. It slicked her thighs and the male scent of it permeated the room. The scent of sex. The scent of a man with his whore. The scent of money.

Malcolm pulled out of her and patted her on the ass. “Good lass,” he said. “Well done.”

Thick smooth glass and he was sliding it, mouth first, into the hole. She moaned as the cool glass pressed against her hot inner flesh. Smooth, so very smooth, but hard as well, unbearably hard. Thick at the base, too thick to take all the way in. And yet as she rubbed herself harder and faster, she wanted it in. Could she take it? Malcolm seemed in no hurry to force the matter. He pushed it in and then allowed her body to push it back out again. He pushed it in. Her body pushed it out. His dark eyes were trained on the sight; he looked only at her pussy and the bottle.

“I once poured wine, bottle and all, into a pretty whore’s cunt and drank it out of her,”

“Sleep then,” he said. “I don’t mind. Sleep and I’ll take you while you’re sleeping.”

Mona did know better than that by now. Smiling, she nodded, shifted forward onto her stomach, her knee up to leave her sex open to him. As she drifted off to sleep, she felt him enter her again. Surely she couldn’t sleep with his cock inside her. But the thrusts were long and slow and for once, quite gentle. They were steady and rhythmic and it was as if he was rocking her to sleep. And she fell asleep with him inside her, his warm breath on her naked shoulder, her name on his lips as he kissed her earlobe.

On his throne Malcolm watched her intently. Mona would have imagined him done for the night after mounting three young nymphs in a row. But he’d become his character. He was a satyr through and through. His cock, which seemed larger than ever, jutted out, red and proud, from a thatch of thick dark hair. Sunshine knelt at his feet, a large white bowl on the floor and a clay pitcher of water in her hand. She poured the water slowly over Malcolm’s organ, using her free hand to wash it with the water. He was being purified for Mona, and she for him.

“You make me wish I had four pricks,” he said to his nymphs. “I’d take you all at once, my beauties.”

“Show me my property. Show me what I got for my money.”

“Here are the rules,” he said. “You survive my crop, you earn my cock. A hundred strikes of this.” He lifted the crop into the air. “For a hundred strokes of this.” He pointed casually at his crotch and she could see the outline of his erection through the pale breeches. The trousers adhered so tightly to his body she could even see one long vein running from the base along to the shaft to the tip. She knew that vein. She’d licked it with her own tongue.

“I’ll tell you what, my darling girl,” he said. “If you can take ten strikes in a row without me stopping, I’ll let you kiss those buttons on my boots. What do you think? Would you like that?” “Very much,” she said. “What do you say to me?” “Thank you, Malcolm.” “That’s very nice, yes. Could you call me sir? I think I’d like to hear it from you. Everything you say sounds so pretty.” “I’ll say anything you want, sir.”

You’re the bravest girl in the world. My princess, my angel, my darling, my dear. You’re lovelier like this than I’ve ever seen you. You can’t know what this means to me, what a gift you’ve given me tonight. You please me beyond words, Mona.

She would have given anything to have her ankles free so she could move her legs. She wanted to spread more for him so he could pound her right into the base of her stomach. The very thought of it made her inner muscles twitch.

As long as she lived she would keep the bed she’d shared with Malcolm. She wanted to conceive a child in it, his child. It’s what her mother had done after all—gone to bed with a strange man she met at a party for the sole reason of having a child on her own.

“You should be like this all the time,” the midnight man said against her lips. “Naked with a cock stuck in you. You wear it well.” “Do I?” she asked, hardly knowing what she said as she was so lost in the moment. “Your breasts are rose red and your nipples are wine. I can’t wait to find out what shade of red your cunt is.” “It’ll be red and white when I’m done with her,” Malcolm said. “A candy cane.”

“Come and get in here, lad,” Malcolm said. “You’ll see what I mean.”

“If you were for sale I would pawn my soul to buy you,” the midnight man said into her ear. “I would buy you and keep you a naked slave chained to my bed. I would show off your cunt to every man who crossed the threshold of my house so they could see my prized possession and envy me. I would fuck beautiful women in front of you and send them home right after, still dripping with my seed, so you would know that I could have any girl I wanted but you were the only one I wanted to keep. I would tie you to the dining room table and drink my wine out of you. I would let my dearest friends bend you over the billiard table and fuck your pussy and arse while I sat in my favorite club chair, sipping Scotch and watching you writhe for my entertainment. Then later when I’m fucking you in our bed, you can tell me in exquisite detail how much you prefer my cock to theirs. And if you’re a very good little girl, I would share you like this, a cock in both holes—and if and when you’re an angel to me, I’ll let you take a cock in all three. You’re a magnificent whore and I’d love to wrap you around my cock every day for the rest of your life.”