Sips of Blood Part 24

Wil shook his head. Why had she come? he wondered. Out of hate, spite, or curiosity?

"Get up off your knees, Wil."

He found himself obeying.

She stood on the opposite side of the bed, facing Wil.

"You look like s.h.i.t."

Wil sought escape by looking down at his father.

"Can you hear me?"

"Yes."

"Not you, idiot. I'm talking to your dad. Think they could close his mouth? He looks a bit demented with his lips parted like that."

"He's a vegetable."

"Keith has always been an old turnip."

Shut up! Get out! Stay away from me!

"Where are you placing him?"

"In his old bedroom, of course."

"You're taking him home?"

Wil nodded.

"Why?"

"I'm going to take care of him myself."

"Too late. May as well pa.s.s him on to a health care provider. Or is the cost a problem?"

"I want to take care of him."

"I can set up a trust fund for him. We'll find an exceptionally good nursing home and move on with our lives together."

"No!"

He faced her steady glare. She softened and turned back to look at Keith.

"I'm sure Dad would feel better in a home." Her hand reached out and stroked Keith's gray hair. "He hated you, Wil, and from what I have observed, the feeling seemed mutual."

"Not true," Wil mechanically replied.

"Stop this stupid denial." She leaned over Keith and blew a few fine hairs off his forehead. "You don't want to see your son come home with the welts from my whips, the bites from my teeth, and the slashes from my canes. Do you?"

Wil watched his father's body twitch and shake. Immediately he ran from the room, calling for a doctor.

When he returned to the room, he saw Marie bending over his father, whispering and licking his ear. Wil reached out to grab her shoulders, but his hands were scorched by her icy skin.

"Seizure!" he heard from behind him. People pushed and shoved until he found himself in the hallway, watching Marie heading for the elevator bank. Her mauve dress fluttered around her calves. Her high heels tapped out the retreat.

A nurse's hand pulled him back toward his father's room.

"Your father has had a seizure. The doctor isn't sure what brought it on, but given your father's unstable condition, it's unlikely that he'll be able to go home with you for a while. Have you thought about a nursing home? They could give your father twenty-four-hour-a-day care. It will be impossible for you to do the same."

"He's coming home."

"Not a very wise choice, but it's certainly your decision."

The nurse took the same path as Marie and ended up getting on the same elevator. They smiled at each other. Neither spoke.

"d.a.m.n you!" he shouted as the elevator doors shut.

Chapter 41.

"Remember when we were translating Venus in Furs?"

Sade nodded while removing his banded-collar navy linen shirt. He had removed the black sheets from the windows of the cabin tonight. Instead of illumination by candlelight, the moon would spray ghostly shadows on the two lovers.

"I got a book of my own." Her hand dipped into her red canvas bag and pulled out a thick newspaper. Playing magician, she slid a blue-colored, large-format paperback from within the pages. Screw the Roses, Send Me the Thorns, shouted the t.i.tle in white letters. Cecelia giggled.

"I've been studying this book," she said ominously.

"And?" The child learned faster than he had thought she would.

"And I have a special surprise for you."

"Will it hurt?"

Cecelia nodded sagely.

Sade tossed his shirt to the floor and quickly undid his black leather jeans. He carefully shed his outer layer of animal skin, paring down to his own white flesh. Alerted, his c.o.c.k stretched forward and out toward the scantily clad teen. Her skimpy white shorts and halter top barely covered her loins and the tips of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

Cecelia tucked the book under one arm and again reached into her canvas bag. This time she pulled out a new clothesline still wrapped and sealed.

"I shall demand your full cooperation, sir."

"Or..."

Confused, she hesitated. Suddenly she exchanged the position of the book for the rope. Quickly her fingers brushed across the multiple Post-its indexing the book.

"Why don't I stand in front of this coat hook," Sade suggested.

"Yes, that's a good idea."

She placed the canvas bag, book and newspaper on the floor and began to undo the cellophane binding the rope. Unfortunately she broke a fingernail and stopped to suck on the injured finger.

"Let me do that for you, ma chere."

The wrap disappeared in a flash.

"Now raise your wrists up to the hook," she demanded.

Sade followed her order.

Clumsily Cecelia wrapped the smooth rope around his wrists and around the hook. One burst of energy and Sade could easily break free, but he wanted to play the game to the conclusion.

"Mais, vos clothes, ma chere."

She stood tall and did an abbreviated striptease, giggling and blushing thorough it all.

The baby fat on her a.s.s shimmied as she walked back to the canva.s.s bag.

"I'm going to brand you mine," she said while dipping into her bag one more time. "I'm going to heat up the Hibatchi and stamp my initials across your rump." And from the bag she pulled a branding iron that displayed her initials across the tip.

Quelle merveilleuse surprise! The girl showed herself to be quite willing to seek out the tools necessary to enhance their relationship. He wondered how embarra.s.sed she had been while purchasing these sensuelles goodies.

She placed the Hibatchi near Sade and started the fire.

"Now for the blindfold," she announced.

Again the canvas bag and yet another toy for their amus.e.m.e.nt. She fingered the black blindfold lined with a furry, cream material, attempting to tease and worry her victim.

Sade allowed her to slip the blindfold over his eyes; however, he did not tell her that he could still peek out from the bottom of the blindfold. No, he wanted to observe his mignon as she attempted to bring pleasure to her lover.

Cecelia rubbed her body against his. Her nipples were hard, but the skin felt smooth and soft. She spread her legs so that she could rub her mound against his thigh.

Wet! A perfect beginning, he thought.

"You'll be all mine forever," she whispered.

"Oui, vraiment!"

"Huh?"

"True! We will be together for eternity." He smiled, thinking what a treasure he had found in the pet.i.te coquine.

Her fingers brushed a few gray strands of hair off his forehead. Her lips came nearer to his, and he could feel her breath tickle the fine hairs inside his nostril. Finally she placed a kiss on his lips and forced them apart with her tongue, searching his mouth for the taste of wet pleasure.

Sade's c.o.c.k ached, but he would wait for her lead. Her hard nipples stabbing into his chest abraded his white flesh. Her long legs meshed with his as her hand found his c.o.c.k and she began to draw her fingers in an up-and-down motion. Something cold and metallic sc.r.a.ped the ridge of his organ. He remembered the silver and onyx ring that she always wore.

She pulled away and shouted, "Enough"

Hardly.

"I am now going to brand you with my initials."

Sade watched her jerk the branding iron in and out of the Hibatchi's heat, purposefully causing the loud crash of coal against metal.

She stopped, placed the iron on the floor, and slowly tiptoed across the room. He could not see her open the door; however, a slight squeak gave away her location.

What marvel could she be hiding outside the cabin?

Her toes daintily returned to his view.

A Pepsi? And a hamburger patty? Did she plan on stopping for a snack? Sade's sense of the erotic would be badly ruffled. La fille would need true punishment.

"Now I'm going to mark your white flesh and bathe in your pain," she said.

Her lines would get better with practice, he a.s.sured himself.

Cecelia lifted the branding iron and made a plentiful amount of noise hitting it against the Hibatchi. Quietly she put the iron back on the wooden floor, lifted the hamburger patty and Pepsi. In two swift movements she flipped the burger onto the Hibatchi grill and slammed the frozen can of soda against his left b.u.t.tocks. The sizzle and smell of burning meat.

No doubt she wanted him to believe that the burn from the icy can of soda actually was the branding iron.

Dramatically he sucked in air. His body shivered, and he heard her giggle.

When she removed the blindfold she held the can of soda in front of his eyes.

"It was only a frozen can of soda, silly. You think I would consider marring such white, beautiful flesh? I read that it's the fantasy that really counts. I got the idea from the book."

She tried to untie his wrists, but only seemed to manage to tighten the knots. Sade snapped apart the rope, freeing both his hands.

If her wide blue eyes were any indication, she seemed impressed by the feat.

"You could have freed yourself anytime, but you trusted me."

"Oui. Just as you should trust me, ma chere. It is now my turn."

"Nothing is as persuasive as the eloquence of lovers; theirs is a logic of the heart that the mind's logic can never equal."

Ernestine.

by the Marquis de Sade.