Page 5 of Be My Salvation

The Sinner

Dinah

Iwatch from the shadows as Abe grips Zeke’s hair roughly, and their mouths clash together like two hungry wolves devouring each other, oblivious to the world around them. I know I shouldn’t be watching their private moment together, and yet I can’t make myself turn away. Everything about the two of them fascinates me, including their volatile relationship. Both of them are alpha males, demanding, depraved, and possessive as fuck, but when they are together, it seems they take turns on who is in charge. My formidable and rough Abe, who commands my obedience when I’m under his influence, allows himself to be dictated to and used by Zeke. Zeke, who prides himself on his control and restraint, and is arrogant, is somehow tender and led willingly by Abe. It’s a balance, and a beautiful dance between them, as if it’s so much more than their bodies fusing, but also their souls becoming one.

A pang of sorrow fills my chest, knowing that I, too, had that deep bond and connection with Sammy. My love and soulmate that has been taken from me, and is somewhere in the hands of the enemy. I need to get him back, and when I do, I swear I will never let him out of my sight again. A huge part of me is missing; it’s a gaping, festering hole that only one man can fill. The more time that passes without him by my side, the larger the chasm grows, until it threatens to swallow me whole.

“Get on your knees, Zeke,” Abe growls the command, as he pulls back from their embrace and fists Zeke’s shirt roughly.“You owe me some time with that tight throat of yours. You’ve been a bad boy.” A wicked grin crosses his face as the light glints off the piercing in his eyebrow, and shivers race down my spine at how maniacal he looks. His thick tattooed neck strains with effort, as his chest rises and falls rapidly, attempting to catch his breath from their scorching kiss. “Do I?” Zeke’s features become serious, yet I see the hint of playfulness in his forest green eyes, and in the twitch of his full lips. “I guess you’ll have to force me, won’t you?” He yanks back from Abe’s tight embrace, and the sound of cloth ripping rents the air.

My core contracts, and my pussy weeps, at the mere hint of violence fused with sex. Fuck, I’m a goner for both of them. I would say something is wrong with me, but if this is wrong, I don’t ever want to be right. I force myself to remain quiet, so I don’t give myself away, even though I would like nothing more than to slip between them, and allow them to roughly fill all my holes. No, this is a moment for just them, filled with their brand of love and seduction, and while I’m a voyeur, I don’t want to steal it from them, or make it about me and my needs.

The shredded shirt slips down Zeke’s arms, restraining his movements. He tears it off himself, discarding it behind him as he stands there, his wide, muscular chest rapidly rising with labored breaths, and all the stunning tattooed works of art on display. His mouth quirks up in a taunting expression, and I watch Abe’s nostrils flare, and his jaw tightens in response. “Is that all you got, big boy? You’re going to need to do more than that to force me to do your bidding, Abe.” Abe’s hand strikes out and wraps around Zeke’s neck, his thick, long fingers tightening until a flush rises across Zeke’s whiskered cheeks, and Zeke’s breath vacates him in a harsh gasp. His other hand grabs a fistful of Zeke’s dark hair, and grips the lengths so tightly that Zeke flinches in response, his eyes watering. “Unzip my pants and pull out my cock, slut,” Abe demands, hisexpression ruthless and domineering, and my clit throbs in my panties in response to his menacing tone. Fuck, they are both so hot, and I’m getting so wet just observing them.

Zeke hesitates, ever the fucker that won’t go down without a fight. His breath is coming in gasping pants, and he’s quickly losing oxygen, yet he holds his ground. His hand fumbles forward and grabs onto the waistband of Abe’s pants, destroying the button with his violent grip, and forcing the two sides to open. His large skull-tattooed hand slips in between the parted material, and for a moment, their bodies block my view, and frustration fills me. Fuck, just move a little to the left. I need to watch them both come undone; it’s a visceral feeling rising within me. Abe’s lusty groan rents the air as Zeke strokes him, both their bodies tensing with the motion. Abe’s grip on Zeke’s hair becomes more aggressive, forcefully pushing him down to his knees before him. “Stop fucking around, and spit, cunt. Get me good and wet,” Abe orders with a grunt. He must release some of the tightness around Zeke’s throat; the sound of air, desperately making its way back inside of his lungs, distracts me momentarily from my need to slip my hand down my pants and rub my needy clit. Zeke’s head bows forward, and they shift enough for me to get a better look. Zeke’s mouth opens, and spit slides from his lips, hitting the crown of Abe’s engorged, deep red, mushroom tip, before his fingers slide the wetness down the thick ridge and over the prominent veins. His hand begins a punishing rhythm of stroking and twisting, up and down, on Abe’s long, thick length. All the while, Abe watches him mesmerized, with his bottom lip firmly between his teeth. Beads of precum are escaping the slit of Abe’s cock, and Zeke’s face darts forward, as his tongue lashes at the surface. “Use your teeth, baby, make it hurt,” Abe moans, as his head tips back on his shoulders.

Zeke ignores the command, his tongue lashing at Abe’s slit, as deep rumbling sounds fill the intoxicated air around us. He pushes Abe’s pants off his hips and grips his ass tightly, before taking his cock deep into the back of his throat, and choking on its thick length, the sound making an instant connection with my throbbing clit. Abe’s hands grip both sides of Zeke’s head, forcing him to take more of him, as he begins a punishing tempo of propelling Zeke to deepthroat him, over and over again without mercy. Fuck, the way that Zeke is gagging and choking is pushing me closer and closer to my own orgasm. My nipples are hard and needy beneath my shirt, and my pussy is completely drenched. “That’s it, baby, swallow me down deep. You’re my favorite cock whore,” Abe hums, the words sounding like they’re being torn from his very soul, as he refuses to give Zeke any quarter, and punishes him with his cock. Watching them together, and how much enjoyment they’re sharing, calls out to my insatiable demons that want a taste of their darkness, and of their sins. They are my dark princes, and I want to willingly be their whore. I want to let them use me in any way they want, filling me up with their cocks and their cum, until I no longer even know my own name.

Abe’s legs spread as wide as the confining pants around his ankles will allow, as he pulls Zeke off his cock with force. The long, wet length bobs and slaps Zeke’s flushed cheek, as his eyes glow with an unholy dark light. “Take out your cock. I want to see how hard you are for me.” Abe’s dark amber eyes never leave Zeke’s face, as he releases his long, pierced cock and strokes himself. Fuck. I have to bite down on my cheek to stifle the moan that rises unbidden, as I squeeze one of my breasts tightly over my clothes. My body feels like it’s burning with hot lava, and I’m not even being touched by either of them. “Do you want me inside your tight ass, Zeke? Hmmm, shall I fuck you balls deep, and force you to take all of me in your tight hole?”

Holy shit, Abe and his filthy mouth are going to make me cum, and I’m not even the one about to get fucked. “Yes,” Zeke growls, as he rises rapidly to his feet and fists Abe’s hair, using his large body to force him backward towards the back of a sofa. My eyes ping pong between the both of them as they strip naked and touch each other. I allow my hand to slip below the waistband of my tights, and stroke my soaked pussy lips, as I watch them rub their powerful bodies together, their arms and hands everywhere along each other’s tattooed bodies, and their mouths fused once again. It’s one of the sexiest sights I have ever seen, and it’s bringing me closer and closer to the edge, as my fingers strum against my throbbing clit. Fuck, I am so close to exploding. I pick up speed, using my forefinger to rub circles on my swollen nub as my core clenches painfully with emptiness.

Abe grapples with Zeke’s larger body, and flips him with a bang until his chest is pressed against the back of the sofa, and his ass is in the air, and one of Abe’s thick forearms is pressed on the back of his neck, holding him down. His large hand squeezes and caresses the muscled globes of Zeke’s perfect round ass, before he slaps one asscheek hard, the sound vibrating through the air. “Spit, baby, or I’m going in dry.” Abe places his hand in front of Zeke’s face, and I listen, entranced, as he spits on his fingers, before Abe pulls them back and slips them between the seam of his asscheeks. “That’s a good boy, now scream for me, baby.”

I flinch, watching as Abe doesn’t prep Zeke further, pressing the tip of his hard cock against his puckered hole and slamming forward, burying himself with force in one go. “FUCK!” A garbled moan sounds from Zeke, but I can’t see his expression, as his face meets the back of the sofa. The sound of skin slapping skin is loud in the air around us, as are their moans and grunts. Jesus fuck, this is so hot. Two of my fingers slip between myslick pussy lips and bury themselves in my tight hole, matching the tempo of Abe’s thrusts inside Zeke’s ass. I’m quickly losing control of myself and ready to explode, and I can feel the sizzling electricity rising up my spine with my impending orgasm. My attempt to hide my sounds, and presence, is rapidly dissipating, as I lose the battle with the overwhelming sensations coursing through me. My legs tremble and threaten to give out on me, forcing me to press myself against the wall for support. “Come here, Atasi. There’s no point in hiding in the shadows like a fucking stalker. We’ve known you were there the whole time,” Abe beckons to me with a wide grin. Abe slaps Zeke’s asscheek as he pounds into him harder, the momentum forcing the sofa to move forward with each thrust. “Do you want Atasi to suck your cock while I fuck your ass, or would you prefer to be licking her pretty pussy, baby?”

“Cum... down... her... throat,” Zeke gasps, each word sounding like it’s being torn from inside of him. I take a step towards them, stripping off my clothes with excitement, for the depravity we are going to experience together. Just as I remove the last article of clothing, and reach for Abe’s face to kiss him, the world goes completely black, and I lose sight of them.

“NOOO, WHAT THE FUCK?!” I shout, startling up from whatever I’m lying on as my head spins, and my stomach threatens to lose its contents. I’m disoriented, still partially stuck in my dream world, my body lit up with desire and frustration, and an orgasm ready to explode within me, and at the same time, dread fills me simultaneously.

“Finally awake, bitch!” A croaky voice declares. “Go tell David and the Holy Father that the whore has finally come out of it.” My head swivels around, my eyes large as I stare at a massive man, wearing robes with the emblem of the Holy Father. “Where the fuck am I?” I demand as I grip my aching head, and realize there is a bandage along the back of my skull.

Images of me encountering the Holy Father, no, not him, my fucking traitorous father, race back at me like one of those old-world movies that Sammy and I used to love to watch. His threat echoes in my mind, and I watch myself, as if from a distance, raising the gun and pressing the trigger, despite his promise to murder my men.Are they dead? Have I lost all of them with my reckless actions?I’m just about to demand answers from the asshole, looking at me with distaste, when the door opens. I quickly search for something I can use as a weapon, and realize I’m in an opulent bedroom, sitting on luxurious burgundy, velvet, and brocade bed linens made for a princess. Dark, rich golden painted walls meet my eyes, and glittering crystal chandeliers give off enough light to ward off the gloom. Priceless works of art adorn the walls, all depicting various righteous scenes of saints I don’t believe in. I try to scramble to my feet on the opposite side of the bed, only to realize that one of my ankles is shackled to the ornate four-poster wooden bed frame. I glance quickly down at myself and confirm that I am still fully dressed, so at least a small mercy has been made towards me, and I haven’t been raped while unconscious.

I reach for the crystal table lamp on a bedside table, and raise it as my only means of a weapon to defend myself. The robed man quirks his eyebrow at me, as if to dare me to throw that at him. An image of Abe, tied up and beaten, assaults and disorients me, and I don’t know if it’s real or my mind is making it up. “Don’t fucking come near me, asshole, or I’ll bludgeon you!” I scream as my heart pounds in my ears. Oh my God, where are Abe and Zeke? Are they still alive? What have I done? What the fuck have I done? They have to be alive, they have to be alive, please fuck be alive.

“Is this behavior really necessary, Dinah? There is no way you are getting out of this room.” David’s rich, aristocratic voice reaches my ears, and I glance behind the giant with the shittydisposition, to see him dressed in his Brotherhood robes, with the sash depicting him as a high-ranking official. A snarl leaves my lips, as I lunge across the bed as far as the chain will allow me, with the table lamp.

“YOU! I’m going to fucking slit your throat first, you traitor!”

Chapter seven

The Sinner

Dinah

Ithrow the lamp in David’s direction, only to miss him when the slimy fucker darts out of the way, but I at least get some satisfaction when it hits the other jackass behind him, and he releases a pained growl. “This behavior is uncivilized. I demand that you cease acting like a spoiled three-year-old brat throwing a tantrum immediately!” David stalks forward, his hands clenched in tight fists, ready to strike me. “Tantrum?I’ll show you a fucking tantrum. Unshackle me, and I’ll beat you to within an inch of your life, asshole! Then I’ll piss on your grave!“ I search frantically for something else to throw, and rip a heavy piece of artwork off the wall, heaving the ornate gold frame in his direction. “Those are priceless works of art, you damn heathen!” David jumps across the mattress, escaping my projectile, and attempting to wrap his hand around my neck. I punch, kick, and bite every inch of him I can, until we are both exhausted, breathing heavily, bleeding, and our limbs are intertwined, as we land on the floor next to the bed with a bang.

“What is the meaning of this?” A deep voice questions, and both David and I dart our heads in that direction, smacking them together in the process. “Fuck!” I groan as my aching head pounds, and the room swims before my eyes. Immediately, the desire to wreak more violence flows through me, as I glance at my father, dressed as the Holy Father with his ostentatious feathered mask in place. Now that I know it’s him, I can’t believe I didn’t see the telltale signs before in the tone of his voice,the way his body stands filled with righteousness, and the most telling part of all, the blue-gray eyes that we both share. As my adrenaline comes down, my head sways and searing pain ricochets through my head, forcing me to release my grip on David and grab for my skull. “What... have you... done to me?” My words sound garbled to my own ears.

“That would be the concussion you suffered when you tried to murder me, daughter,” I can hear the hint of amusement in his voice. He thinks it’s funny that I want to kill him. Let’s see how funny it is when he’s taking his last breath, with one of my blades protruding from his eye socket. “I’m sure you’re not doing yourself any favors rolling around on the floor with David.” David scrambles to his feet and backs away from me quickly, but never takes his eyes off of me. I guess the bastard is smarter than he looks. “Holy Father,” he bows his head in reverence, as does the other robed man in the room. “May the Lord bless and praise you. The Brotherhood, honor you and keep you sacred.”

“It is right to give thanks to the Lord, my God, and to the Brotherhood which keeps its order,” David and the other man reply, and I roll my eyes and snort, at the production they are putting on. Come on, none of this is real; they are all faking. They don’t believe that he’s an emissary of God, any more than I believe that I’ll sprout wings and fly like a butterfly.

“What am I doing here? Why am I still alive, and where are Abe and Zeke?” Each question rolls off my tongue, causing further anxiety to escalate within me. I’m ready to crawl out of my skin with fear and dread, at what these demented fools have done to my men. David motions to the lackey behind him, and he moves an ornate gold accent chair forward for my father to sit in, like a king on a throne. I’m momentarily at a loss for words at the pretentious behavior I’m witnessing. Does my father really see himself as some king or, worse, as God? His ringed fingers clasp neatly and tightly in his lap, as he organizes his robeselegantly over his legs. He scrutinizes me through the stupid mask, and oppressive silence fills the air around us, but I notice the lack of his parlor tricks.Thank fuck for small mercies.

“Your men are alive, well, mostly alive. Abraham and Ezekiel are here within the compound, currently servingyourpunishment foryourattempt on my life. I don’t know how much longer they will survive as my guests, so I urge you to curb your need for violence against me, and my men. Be respectful, daughter, every action will have a consequence paid in blood by one of them.“ He crosses his legs, as if this is just some peaceful chat between a daughter and her long-lost psychotic father, instead of a woman hell-bent on destroying everything he stands for, and a man risen from the dead like Lazarus.

“As for why you are still alive, you continue to breathe at my holy discretion. I will not allow you to so readily thwart the plans I have, just because you can’t see the larger picture. You are a child, Dinah, and your thoughts are too self-centered and ill-mannered. There are larger forces at work here, more significant than your own selfish need for vengeance. The world needs a heavy-handed cleansing, and you will do my will, or I will keep you alive indefinitely, while you watch as everything you love and cherish dies around you.” Oh my fucking God, this delusional idiot is back to rambling again about his need for cleansing, as if he is some damn prophet with the powers of a God he clearly doesn’t believe in. “Listen here, fake messiah. I’m not buying what you’re trying to sell me. You don’t give a shit about the world around you, and especially women. I was there, remember, I saw what you subjected my mother to. I heard first-hand accounts from Sarah too. Don’t attempt to forget your sins while you cast mine about. At least I’m honest and direct about what I want.”

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