Page 25 of Tainted Reasoning

Chapter Eleven

William

“William. You awake?” The deep timbre of a masculine voice draws me from my slumber, and I open my eyes. Looking over to my alarm clock, it tells me it’s the early hours of the morning.

“Nicholas?” I question.

“No, it’s me,” the voice replies, and in my sleep induced haze, I have to open my eyes to see who’s in my room. When I open them, I see my friend Lord West, and he’s accompanied by a vivacious blonde who’s waving enthusiastically at me.

“Hello.” I sit up, rubbing my eyes and yawning. “What’s going on?”

“I’ve brought you a present.” West leers at me and pushes the girl on his arm forward.

“It’s not really the sort of present I want at three am. I’d rather another couple of hours sleep.” I grunt and slide back down in the bed.

“Jesus, William. You really are strange. If I was to bring a willing woman to most blokes, they’d get their dick out and say, ‘which hole is mine?’. But you would rather sleep.”

“Fuck you, West,” I retort. “If she wants my dick, she can get it out and bounce on it.”

My friend laughs. “You heard him, love. Time to go all cowboy on his dick.”

“That’s not something you have to ask me to do twice, not if he’s as good with it as you are,” the woman sing-songs, and I try to ignore them even though I know it will be futile.

“He’s not as good as me, babe, but he knows what to do with it. He’s learned from the master after all. He’s the Duke’s son.”

“Nicholas?” she exclaims.

“No, William,” West replies, and I can hear them getting nearer to the bed.

“But I didn’t think anyone ever saw him. There are rumors he’s disfigured and can’t speak because he’s got the brain of a baby.”

“Well, you’ve heard him speak, so I think that dispels that theory.” Before I have a chance to grab the sheets, my friend pulls them off leaving me naked in front of him and the girl.

“Fucking hell, West!” I try to grab them back from him, but he’s thrown them across the room, and the girl is crawling up the bed toward me before I have a chance to do anything about it.

“I don’t see any disfigurements either. Why does the Duke hide him away?” She stares at me as she speaks, cocking her head from side to side as if she’s examining me. I shut my eyes to try and block it all out while my hands go to my junk to cover it, so I’m not on display for them both.

“He’s got something called autism. His brain is wired funny, or some shit like that. The Duke says he acts strange in polite society, and he’s worried about him embarrassing him, so it’s best to keep him hidden away.”

“That’s a shame,” the girl laments woefully. “He’s pretty handsome. He’d be a catch in our circles.”

“The Duke allows you in here to play, but William’s not allowed out.”

The girl giggles, sending an eerie shiver down my spine.

“As long as I get to play, that’s all I want.”

“You do realize I’m lying here, trying to sleep,” I snap.

“Babe, suck his dick. We need to wake him up a bit more.”

I hold on tighter to my junk, but it’s to no avail. The woman slides herself over my body, tasting it as she works her way down to where my traitorous dick hardens. I let go of it, and she wraps her mouth around the length, causing it to stiffen further. By the time she finishes licking up the sides of my shaft and sucking on my balls, I’m hard enough to pound nails. I push her off before she makes me come because there’s no point in wasting an orgasm if it’s going to be unsatisfactory. No, I need more stimulation to persuade me to give up my cum. West comes behind her, and I can see him removing her clothes. He’s giving me a display, knowing that this is the way we work best together. He lets me watch as he unwraps the present and takes her first before giving me what is left to fuck into complete oblivion. His clothes fall to the floor as he orders her to lie down on the bed, and I slide over to the side, so she has enough room to get on. Her hand reaches out for my dick, and she pumps it a few times before I grab her wrist and stop it. I don’t need to tell her – the tight grip of my fingers around her delicate skin is enough. As she’s one of West’s girls, she’ll be trained for what is about to happen to her. He wouldn’t use her if she wasn’t. I’m too dangerous to be left with a novice in our dark world. My father decreed, after the events surrounding the loss of my virginity, that he didn’t want to have to deal with any dead bodies covered in my DNA. It would be too much of an inconvenience for him, especially when he’s got better things to do like fuck his own slut into a hospital or worse.

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” West tells the girl who’s still holding my dick but no longer moving her hand. She turns her attention to the other man in the room. “I’m in the mood for something a little different tonight. Something daring. Something dark,” West announces.

“Sounds exciting,” the girl purrs, and I take a moment to examine her body. She’s not what I’d call pretty although I’m sure most people would. She’s too thin with not enough to grab hold of except for her chest, which is more than a handful, but I’m fairly certain they’re not real. Her hair is a brilliant blonde, and with a face full of make-up there’s nothing natural about her. Even her protruding ribs are fake – the result of her starving herself to give her appearance the catwalk look. I push her hand off my dick and shift so I’m standing. I take my own dick in hand, giving it a couple of hard pumps just to take the edge off the tension I feel building in my balls. I may not find this woman sexy, but what is about to happen will be all I need to get me off, when the time is right.

“It’s very exciting.” West says, drawing my attention back to him as he pulls a small knife from his pocket. “It’s been a while since you’ve bled for me, beautiful. I think it’s about time we painted the bed crimson, don’t you?”

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