Page 93 of Buried Beneath Sin

How curious…

Without hesitation, I step into the wall to follow the bare footprints. The space is tight. I have to bend down to avoid hitting my head, and I have to shimmy to the side to progress. When I’m greeted by a dead end, I frown. Where would my Little Viper have slithered off to? Another of Knox’s wails makes its way down from his room.

I look up to where the sound is coming from and notice the hand and footprints that ascend up the wall to a ledge not too far above me. My anger over the entire situation that transpired earlier is ebbing. Curiosity is taking over. I reach up and pull myself toward the ledge. There is a slight groan from the slatted boards, but they hold my weight as I climb. When I get to the top, the space is wider. I don’t have to duck as much, and I can walk without turning to the side, though just barely. The barefootprints continue onward, and I follow them until my Little Viper comes into view.

My footsteps falter before I come to a halt as I try to process what I’m seeing.

Beatrix is standing stock-still as she leans against the wall. Her face is pressed to it, staring through what must be a peephole. One hand rests on the wall beside her face, the other is snaked beneath the waistband of her pajama bottoms. On the other side of the wall, I can hear Thatcher and Knox speaking. Their words are muffled, but I don’t care what’s being said. My attention is solely on the woman who lets out the softest of moans.

My dick, which has been semi-hard since I replayed the images of Beatrix and Knox together, hardens fully swiftly and dramatically in the next breath. I have to reach down to cup myself in order to relieve the sudden ache between my legs.

Beatrix, unaware of being watched, pleasures herself. Her hips move in deliberate and unhurried motions. The next moan that slips past her pretty lips is a bit longer, but still not enough to garner the attention of the others in the room she’s peering into. A grin, rusty and awkward from going unused for so long, spreads across my face. Knox cries out and Beatrix lets out a quiet, full-bodied sound of pleasure.

Holy fuck, my pet is getting off on the sight of my Pretty Boy. She likes him too. I don’t blame her. Knox is a breed of delicious sin all his own. No one can replicate the type of person Knox is. His face is that of an angel, but his mind is as fucked up and as twisted as either mine or Thatcher’s. Depravity is Knox’s middle name.

And there is nothing hotter than that.

Except maybe having Beatrix’s demure nature entwined with it.

One day, I wonder if Knox will be more open to the idea of playing with Beatrix. I know our time with the babysitter was spurred on more from jealousy than true attraction. But I have a feeling that night still replays for my Pretty Boy every once in a while.

That day won't be soon, unfortunately, because as she stands there watching what’s transpiring on the other side of the wall my pet is breaking her first rule. And it’s against Knox, no less. He won’t take kindly to this slight.

Knowing him, once he finds out, her first punishment will be a doozy.

Sucks to be her.

Pushing aside thoughts of the future, I force myself to enjoy the present. My feet begin to move as my dick spurs me on. If my pet wanted to play, she should’ve just said so. Beatrix doesn’t hear me as I approach, too enthralled in what’s happening beyond the wall. It’s not until I come up behind her and wrap one hand around her mouth while I press my body weight into her, pinning her to the wall, that she realizes I’m here. Her yelp of surprise is muffled by my hand.

Leaning forward, I whisper, “Shh, you don’t want to interrupt them now do you?”

I tilt my head before lowering it further. My nose presses against the skin along her neck, and I breathe in her pretty honey and lavender scent. Fuck, she smells so good. I stifle a groan as my cock grows impossibly stiff. My hips press into her body so that she can feel how hard I am against her ass. My pet tries to jerk her head away. She gets a few inches away from the wall and I look up in time to see Knox’s mouth descend on Thatcher’s dick.

“Don’t look away, Little Viper,” I warn softly, leaning harder into her. “I would hate for you to miss it as Knox devours my brother’s cock.”

I allow my lips to travel down her neck. My mouth pulls into a smile as I notice the bumps that rise and trail after my soft touch. Beatrix remains stiff and unmoving for another few seconds before slowly relaxing and peering back through the hole in the wall. When I attempt to breathe her in again, this time I catch a hint of her musk.

“I can smell your sweet, wet cunt, Little Viper. It calls to me. Do you think Thatcher can smell it from your hiding place?” I ponder softly, my words almost inaudible. “If not, he’s missing out. It’s mouthwatering.”

Reaching down and around, I grab the wrist that’s half-concealed by her waistband. I tug her hand from her pants. The action earns me a small whimper of disappointment. I chuckle while I bring her hand to my mouth and suck her juices from her index and middle finger. My dick twitches as a full-body shudder races through me. In front of me, Beatrix’s breathing hitches.

Eager for my dick to be just as soaked as her fingers, I let go of her hand to reach forward and jerk down her pajama bottoms. Beatrix gasps, stiffening in surprise.

“Shh, don’t worry about me. I’d enjoy this while you can. Know why? Because you just violated Knox’s privacy by peering into his room like this. This is a rule, and guess what? You’ve just broken it. Do you see what’s happening to Knox? That’s his personal punishment for breaking a rule. I wonder what your punishment will be?” I murmur into her ear as I reach down to shove the waistband of my joggers down. When my dick springs free, I breathe a sigh of relief. “Unfortunately for you, once you’ve broken a rule, there’s no going back. So keep watching, my pet, and enjoy the show. While you do, bend your hips back.”

Beatrix, either too scared that I’ll expose her or too turned on to care at the moment, complies with my demand immediately. Her hips press back into me, her thick, plump ass a wonderful cushion between us. My dick sits nestled between her cheeks.Curiously, I drag it up and down, enjoying the smooth glide for a moment. When I’m through playing, I adjust myself to sit directly at Beatrix’s entrance. Her arousal immediately drips around the head of my dick. The warmth of her juices coats me better than any lube could. I bite the inside of my cheek, allowing myself a moment to savor the way it drips down the length of me. It’s almost painful not to drive myself directly into her.

But I’m a patient man. One that prides himself on waiting, basking in each moment and savoring the anticipation. Beatrix’s warm arousal drips more freely as I tease her entrance with just the slightest amount of pressure. My pet’s hips buck back in a silent demand for me to move. She whimpers. I let my hand fall away from her mouth.

“Something you need, Little Viper?” I tease into her ear.

“Sagan…” My name is twisted into a whine of desperation on her lips.

The sound is justsolovely.

“Ask me, Little Viper. Ask me to fill your pretty cunt,” I growl into her ear. The hand that was around her mouth makes its way to the front of her throat. I grip her just tight enough to let her know I demand compliance. She shivers in response and wiggles against my dick.

“Please,sir, I need you. I want this so badly,” my pet whispers against the wall, pushing her hips back into my pelvis as she speaks. I pull away, not allowing her to control the moment. She huffs impatiently. Then, as a groan, she pleads, “Fill my cunt with your cock, sir.”

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