Twisted Oak: A Sexual Odyssey (18 page)

“Nezzie,” Mr. Delacroix called, “come.”

I shook it off. I was overthinking things again. I went to the bedroom door and knocked. “Come in, please.”

I entered to find Mr. Delacroix standing next to our bed, naked. His penis was erect in one hand, and he was holding a strand of beads in his other. Sunny was tied up, trussed more like it, to the top of the headboard, right ankle to right wrist and left ankle to left wrist, eyes closed in blissful sedation. I remembered Monique’s description of the same position. My breath caught.

“You’re in my bedroom. Take off your clothes, whore.”

I followed Mr. Delacroix’s forceful command. “Sunny?” I asked, but got no reply.

“Shut up. No one asked you to speak. You want my cock down your throat again, slut?” Mr. Delacroix raised his hand.

Sunny strained against the restraints. “Mr. Delacroix, no!” he shouted.

My body was shaking in fear and I fell to my knees. Cursed flashes ran through my head of my mother dropping to the floor before Steve hit her. All I could do was get as small as I could, face to the floor, but when nothing happened, I looked up and saw Mr. Delacroix looking at me, lowering his trembling hand.

“I’m sorry, I forgot.” He seemed to be talking to someone else, someone floating above him.

Sunny relaxed and Mr. Delacroix turned to me. “Forgive me, please, both of you. I’m in control now, don’t fear. Get up, Nez. I’m sorry. I just . . .” He looked up again. “I’m okay.”

I stood at his side and watched Sunny sink into the ropes. Sunny’s expression was meditative. This is what he’d been missing. This is where he was longing to be. Monique’s words filled my mind.

“Do you trust me?” he asked longingly. “I’m sorry. Please, I need you to trust me.”

“Yes, my lord.” I looked at his eyes, no longer darkened but misted with tears.

“Thank you, my love,” he said, relief in his voice. “Nezzie, I require your help this time and it’s my hope you’ll learn a thing or two. Do you understand?”

“Yes, my lord.”

“I want you to watch carefully and follow my every single command exactly as I say it, the moment I say it, do you understand?”

“Yes, my lord.”

“Good.” He handed me a tube of lubricant. “Take this and fill Sunny’s ass with it just like I did yours the other night.”

I climbed on the bed and squirted a glob of it in Sunny’s ass. To my astonishment, he opened wider than he already was. He let out a long sigh and his arms lengthened.

“Good, Nezzie, see how he relaxes against the ropes? How he uses them for comfort? Do you understand?”

“Yes, my lord.”

“Good girl. You’ve been such a good girl today. Thank you, my love.”

“You’re welcome, my lord.”

“I want you to carefully watch as I enter Sunny’s ass. Note how pleasurable it is, not painful. Nez, listen to my commands carefully. Once I mount him, I will bend over and kiss him, at which time I want you to fill my ass with lube just as I did you the other night, but this time you put the beads up my ass. Put them in one at a time like the other night, but leave the ring out at the end so you can pull them when I say. Do you understand?”

“Yes, my lord.”

“So bright, my Nezzie, such a quick study you are and so beautiful. I want you to watch while I fuck Sunny in the ass. I want you to see how pleasurable it is. Nezzie, this is important, so listen. When I say
now
, you have to pull the beads out quickly as I did to you the other night. You have to do it right when I say, otherwise the timing will be off and it won’t be as good. Do you understand? You want to please me, right?”

“Oh yes, my lord, very much.”

“If you do this well for me, you’ll be rewarded handsomely. I promise.”

“Thank you, sir.” My insides were turning and I was wet between the legs.

“Okay, watch now.” Mr. Delacroix rose up and put his hands on the headboard. He leaned on his arms and was on his feet to mount Sunny’s bulk. His muscles moved in chiseled symmetry.

Sunny’s breathing was ragged, but when Mr. Delacroix slowly entered him, his opening widened in acceptance, and his breath came out in one long sigh of relief. He whispered, “Thank you, sir. God in heaven, thank you.”

“Sunny, you’re so good for me,” Mr. Delacroix said as he pushed deeper and bent to kiss his submissive partner. Sunny kissed hungrily and I filled Mr. Delacroix as he commanded, his anus welcoming my attention. He moaned in approval and spread his legs a little, opening for the first bead. I was nervous because it was big, but I followed his directions and found the bead slid in easily. I proceeded to place nine more beads, each sliding in until the last two or three, when I had to shove them in with my finger. He moaned in delight. “Yes, Nez, that’s perfect. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, my lord.”

“Okay, Nez, watch now. Look at how Sunny loves a good ass fucking.” Mr. Delacroix rammed into Sunny very suddenly, grunted loudly, and then rammed again. Sunny’s eyes flew open and he struggled against the ropes.

“Please, sir. Oh god, yes, thank you,” he said, and fell back into his relaxed state, letting out a long, low moan.

“You like that, Sunny?”

“Yes, sir, please don’t stop.”

“Sing for me, Sunny, come on.” He was ramming Sunny in hard, even thrusts. I watched as he went in and out. “Good boy,” Mr. Delacroix said. “Oh yeah, that’s it.” He grunted and breathed hard. His skin began to glisten with sweat. There was nothing gentle about the two men having sex. It was majestic and beautiful to me, a thing of grace like stallions running, hard muscle and sinew straining and pushing. Sunny opened wide and bent freely.

I began to breathe in sync with them, feeling their passion for one another. It went on for a few more minutes before they moaned in harmony. Mr. Delacroix exclaimed, “Now, Nezzie. Pull it now!”

I pulled the ring and the beads came out more easily than I thought they would. Mr. Delacroix let out a terrifying guttural scream. His body shook as if seizing as he collapsed on top of Sunny. I rushed to hold him up as he had done for me, but he was heavy. I was standing on the bed straddling Mr. Delacroix, holding him with both hands under his hips. Tears fell from his eyes to Sunny’s chest and I was afraid. Sunny still hadn’t caught his breath.

“Are you okay, my lord?” I asked.

“Nezzie, baby! Never better, as you say, my love. Never better.” He smiled weakly and lifted himself off Sunny.

He let out a heavy sigh and closed his eyes. Sweet southern breezes kissed his voice. “Now I am in complete control. I needed that.” He looked at Sunny. “You okay, boy?” he asked.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good.” Mr. Delacroix sat back on his knees. “Nezzie, untie Sunny’s legs for me, but leave his hands tethered to the headboard, my dear.”

I went straight to work. Mr. Delacroix’s knots were remarkably easy to untie considering Sunny’s inability to escape them. I apologized to Sunny for keeping his hands tied.

“Miss Nez,” he said, “I told you earlier how much I’ve been missing this. I could stay like this all night. Now I know that I truly live for this.” He unfolded himself and stretched his legs. His erection reached toward the ceiling.

“Oh, Sunny,” I said.

I did not realize that Mr. Delacroix had vanished into the bathroom until I heard the water running. The beads were gone. I stood at the foot of the bed watching Sunny sink further into an altered state. I hungered to relieve him of his pain.

Mr. Delacroix came to me and stood facing Sunny. He turned me toward him, kissed me wildly, and grabbed my breasts in each of his hands. He shook them as he spoke.

“You did so well. Thank you, my dream.” He kissed and sucked each of my breasts. “Now for your reward, my love.” His hand went between my legs and shoved them apart. His fingers rushed into me.

“Hey, boy,” he said to Sunny, “she is nice and wet for you.” He pulled his hand away and come dripped down my shaking legs.

“Nez, I’m gonna sit in my chair so I can watch you fuck Sunny, but you have to face me. You have to look at me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” I said, my voice shaking.

“Go over there and shove his cock as far inside you as you can. Ride that boy until your insides come out. You’re allowed to pleasure yourself now because you pleased me very much this evening. Do you understand? Is this okay with you?”

“Yes, my lord, thank you.”

“Proceed as you wish, my princess, you’re the boss right now.”

He went to his chair and I climbed up above Sunny and recalled all the squats the trainer had me do. I crawled back down off the bed and Sunny let out a whimper.

“Don’t worry, Sunny. I’m just gonna put these pillows under you so I can get a better angle. Lift up your ass for me.”

He lifted and I shoved as many pillows under him as I could. I was starting to breathe heavily and my legs were weak. I wanted to squat on Sunny’s cock, slam into him, and come all over him.

“How fucking delightful, Nez.” Mr. Delacroix clapped his hands. “This is delish.”

I stood over Sunny, lined myself up with his manhood, and crashed into him hard. I sat with all my weight and ground myself into him.

“Nezzie, look at me. This belongs to me,” Mr. Delacroix said as my hips bucked and ground into Sunny.

Sunny’s breathy moans mixed with his expressions of gratitude. His angelic singsong voice tangled with pleasure.

“That’s it, son,” Mr. Delacroix said. “Sing for our lady. Good girl, Nezzie, see how you’re making him sing? See how you make us all sing?” The sound of Mr. Delacroix’s voice hastened the quickening and I began to pant.

“Oh please, Miss Nez, don’t stop.” Sunny was straining against his tethers. I slowed my rhythm and his moan turned into a long, melodious hum. I wanted to turn around and face him, but knew better, so I rode him imagining his expression. I closed my eyes and let myself go. The orgasm was sweet and slow, but I kept the rhythm because it pleased Sunny and I did not want it to end.

“Nezzie, look at me,” Mr. Delacroix demanded. His eyes locked onto mine. “That’s a very good girl,” he whispered. His gaze was engaging and yet he seemed detached. Minutes passed as he sat back comfortably on his chair while Sunny and I did our best to perform for him. He drank in the anticipation and I basked in his admiration.

“You’re beautiful, Nezzie. Come one more time for me, my love.”

“Miss Nez, I’m ready,” Sunny panted. “Mr. Delacroix, I’m ready. Please let me come now, sir. May I?”

“Very well, boy, fill her up.”

I came hard when Sunny filled me. Golden sun streamed through the window. Sunny and I cried together while Mr. Delacroix clapped his hands in delight.

Mr. Delacroix came to me and kissed me gently. “Nez, you’re my world,” he said as he untied Sunny’s wrists, kissing each one. “Sunny, I’ve missed you, my friend. I’ve missed you more than I realized.” He tossed the pillows out from under Sunny and pulled me down, falling between us. He put our heads on his chest and his arms under our necks.

“I believe with the two of you at my side, I can do just about anything. The two of you keep me focused.” He kissed my head and then Sunny’s. “I need you two.”

“Sir, I need you too. It’s good to be back,” Sunny said and wrapped his arm around both of us.

Monique’s journals mirrored my life in so many ways that I felt bound to her with tethers that spanned the centuries. Sometimes I imagined I could hear her voice in my head. I thought I was insane with it, but Mr. Delacroix and I shared this insanity. On occasion, he and I would talk about Monique as if she were there giving us motherly advice. I loved that Mr. Delacroix and I had this secret space together.

Magnolia blossoms were beginning to fade from white to tan and the days were warm. Mr. Delacroix said this was nothing compared to summertime heat and humidity and how much nicer the days are out at Twisted Oak during the hot months.

“The city gets hot. There’s too much pavement and everything just gets sticky and grimy. At Twisted Oak, you can open the windows and get a bayou breeze even on still days.”

He was wistful when he talked about Twisted Oak and I wondered how things would change when we got there.

“After Dad died, Mr. Scott and I decided to retrofit her with central air ducts in some parts of the house, mostly the bedrooms and upstairs inthe playroom. The rest of it we left like it’s always been. I have fond memories of when I was a kid and we’d get naked and lie under the ceiling fans after we went swimming.”

“Did you have a lot of friends, sir?” I asked.

“I did, but they were kids whose parents worked the farm, employees’ kids. We all went to school together on the grounds. Did I tell you that Mrs. Scott and I were childhood friends?”

“No, my lord. Ty said she was born out there, but I guess I didn’t put two and two together.” I was curious now as to their relationship.

“She’s younger than me, though, about four years younger. Might as well have been light-years when we were kids, and when I was a teenager, I was convinced I was gay. I never showed an interest in her or any girls until I went to college, but she and I were friends. There weren’t many young ones that stayed on the grounds except the few who still come around. The ones who embraced the lifestyle.”

Silence followed and I could tell he was reminiscing. “Tomorrow when Sunny’s here we can talk about some of the new ideas I have concerning the new arrangement now that Mr. Scott has all but relinquished the management of Twisted Oak. I want us all to be happy. I know Sunny wants to put some work into Ty, maybe get him to come out to Twisted Oak. I’ve got some ideas that I want to run by you two.”

“Thank you, my lord, I’d like that.”

“You agree with Sunny? You think it’s a good idea to include Ty in all this?” he asked.

“Mr. Delacroix, I owe a debt of gratitude to Ty.”

“No, Nez, around here, we aren’t into tallying up debt and asking for paybacks. We give out of the kindness of our hearts. Ty doesn’t expect anything from you.”

“I’ve talked with Sunny, my lord. He and I agree. Ty has a lot of potential. Sir, Sunny really loves Ty.”

“There’s no doubt he does, but I don’t know if Ty’s willing to change, give up his freedom. I think it’s nothing but a heartbreak for Sunny. Ty’s set in his ways, and truth be told, I value his community connections here in the city.” Shades of sadness welled up in his eyes. “I don’t want to force a situation. I made that mistake before. I can’t travel that road again.”

“You mean Collette, sir?”

“You mean Collette, sir?”

“Her demons were too fierce and she was too weak to get out; other mistakes, too. Sometimes when I want something, I get too myopic. I forget about other people’s feelings and needs and that’s not good, Nezzie.”

“I’m sorry, my lord.”

“I am too. I should’ve seen it with her, though. Mr. Scott did, and poor Sunny was too young and new to know. He took a lot of the blame himself, that kid did. What I did was so wrong. I was wrong, Nezzie, and she died because of it. Never again, babe.”

“You can’t blame yourself, sir. No one can know what a person’s really thinking, and she could have gotten out. Anyone can get out of the agreement at any time.”

“The thing is, I know what my submissives are thinking, and I should have known with her.” He looked out over the square. The people were beginning to pack up to make room for the night crowd; the changing of the guard in quiet recession. “I like Ty too, but he scares me.”

“A little secret, my lord?”

He sat straight up and looked at me, eyes dazzling with curiosity. “You have a secret you’ve been keeping from me?”

“Ty scares you, but he’s also scared of you.” I paused, waiting for a reaction, but got none. “If I may suggest, my dear lord?”

“Go ahead,” he said as he sipped his tea.

“Spend some time with him without correcting him or making advances. Sir, tell him you care. Just use the words. Tell him you consider him a friend.”

He laughed. “Nezzie, for a smart girl, you sure are naïve. Ty doesn’t roll like that. He’ll only think I’m after something. He thinks everyone is hustling something. He can’t trust, baby girl.” He paused. “I’m very aware of the fact that Ty and I scare each other. It’s that way for a very good reason and I admit that I’m mostly to blame.”

“Maybe, but can you see about giving Sunny another chance with him?”

He raised his eyebrows. “Nez?”

“My lord,” I quickly responded.

“I’ll talk with him for you and only for you. Since it is so important for you and Sunny to include Ty, you have my permission to speak with him too.”

“I will. Thank you, sir.”

We sat in silence for a while as we witnessed the evening shuffle in the square.

“Sir?” I pressed gingerly.

“Yes, my darling?”

“Have you ever fucked Mrs. Scott?”

“Yes,” he answered immediately.

“When?”

“Nez, for fuck’s sake, when
what
?” He leaned over and tugged my hair.

“My lord, when did you fuck her?”

“Like, how recently?”

“Yes, my lord.”

“A few days ago at the roast.”

I felt jealousy creeping in. “When was the first time?”

“I’d come back from college. I’d been collared by then. I came back unplanned. I had a break from school and I missed Mr. Scott. I wanted to surprise him. I came back and that’s when it happened.”

“He made you do it?”

Hints of gunmetal in his eyes, he said, “Nez, address me properly or we can stop having this conversation. Would you have said no to me when I asked you to fuck Sunny?”

“No, sir.”

“Would you deny wanting Sunny? Because I’m not gonna sit here and lie to you and tell you I didn’t want Mrs. Scott.”

“No, sir.”

“Well, I did want her and every time I fuck her I want her, okay?”

The tears welled up and rolled down my cheeks. I felt like a fool. I had thought I was the only one.

“Nezzie, hey, don’t confuse
want
with how I feel,” he said, and his tone softened. “I’ve told you from the very beginning that I like to fuck, and it doesn’t matter who it is. I’m brutally honest and I won’t apologize for it. We’ve got to be honest with one another. When I dominate, I’ll take whomever I please whenever I please and wherever I please. It doesn’t mean they’re my world like you are, or that I would die for them like I would you. Nezzie, you belong to me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I think so, my lord.” I was disappointed that he did not say he loved me. That he would die for me was not enough.

“If it helps, every time I’ve fucked her, he’s been involved. Every scene is like the one we played out the other night with Sunny. He’s always there. He won’t let anyone touch her unless he’s right there, as it will be with us. So it isn’t like she and I go off by ourselves and have anything special. She’s just a fuck; always has been and always will be, nothing more. She doesn’t belong to me. I don’t want her that way.”

“Will I always be with you when you’re fucking someone else now that I’ve signed on?”

“If that’s your wish, then it will be so,” he said in a sharp voice. “Please, Nez. I know when you’re upset you forget, but you must address me properly. Now would be a very bad time to be punished.”

“Sorry, sir. My lord, can you tell me about when Mr. Scott collared you?”

“Why so many questions this evening?”

“Sir, I think it’s the thought of going to Twisted Oak without knowing what’s happened there. It’ll help me adjust if I have some history.”

He smiled. “My gorgeous, edible, delectable historian. Can I eat your history? Can I eat it right out of you?”

“I’m serious, sir.”

“I am too.”

“Please tell me, my lord, about being collared. What’s it like?”

“It’s different for everyone. When I collared Sunny, we were at Twisted Oak and the family was there to witness me placing the collar on him.” He sighed contentedly. “It was lovely. Sunny was beautiful that day. You haven’t seen his collars?”

“No, my lord, he offered to show them to me, but I wasn’t interested at the time. I didn’t understand the significance.”

“When Mr. Scott collared me, it was just the two of us at my father’s grave. I’ll never forget what he said: ‘Blood binds us, heart binds us, spirit binds us. Gregory-Michel, you are my blood, my heart, and my spirit. I bind your body with love.’ That was the first time he told me he loved me.” Mr. Delacroix’s electric blue eyes were swimming in tears.

“You were fifteen?”

“Yes, but I knew what was happening. I understood the depth of it just like you will. I was loyal to him, true and devoted all those years, so you can understand my confusion when I came back and he was with her. She wasn’t Mrs. Scott yet, though. He’d taken her without even mentioning it to me. I had girls all over me at school chasing me around and I turned them all down out of love and respect for him.”

He grew agitated. “Mr. Scott has always been a player. He lacks the skills of a true dom. He much preferred being my father’s submissive. Dad died too soon to break him, but I will if it is the last thing I do.”

“Oh, so that’s how their relationship was, sir.” While this did not surprise me, up until this, I was unsure who had been on top. “My lord, so when you came back and he made you . . .”

“All I can say is Mrs. Scott and I didn’t get off on a very good foot. I was young and angry and took my frustrations out on her that first time. I was stupid. She had no idea what was going on.”

I recalled Ty saying what a dark time this had been for Mr. Delacroix and I began to see beneath his cool exterior insecurities creeping in.

“Nezzie,” he whispered, “I wasn’t well for a little while there, do you understand?”

“I don’t know, sir.”

“I felt like he betrayed me. He didn’t care or understand how much he meant to me. He broke my heart. He was the only family I had left, the only one, and he changed that without even talking to me.” His voice was near panic. “I was alone.”

Mr. Delacroix made a conscious effort to settle down, but his hands shook. “Aw, Nez, that’ll never happen between us, I swear to you. It’s never my intention to lose control and hurt you, and if I do by accident, you have to tell me.”

I steadied myself. “Thank you, sir.”

He went to the liquor cabinet. He never drank unless we were celebrating with friends and it was rarely hard liquor. The ice cubes crackled as the bourbon flowed over them. He shook the glass and took a large pull from the sweet liquor.

“In the spirit of full disclosure,” he said as he turned to me, “I can see it’s puzzling you. You are my world and I command that there be no secrets between us. You have the right to know about this imperfect being that stands before you.” He drained the glass and filled it again.

How melodramatic, I thought, yet he was so beautiful in his suffering. I was coming to understand the beauty in it all, in the suffering and the sadness. I had never seen him look so radiantly sublime than at that moment of torment. I had no words for him, only my fuller understanding.

“So, after that episode,” he continued, “I left Twisted Oak and I haven’t returned other than as a guest in my own house. It’s Mr. Scott’s to run until I turn thirty, as dictated by the family trust, a smart move on my dad’s part, because I was very confused when I was younger. Back then, all my plans were fucked because I thought I would come back home and be with Mr. Scott. I loved him so much. I still love him.”

He came back to the balcony and sat with his legs apart, elbows to his knees, cradling the glass of bourbon. Sunny’s voice reminded me to give him his space, so I remained silent.

“That night, I came here and went to Bourbon Street to fuck anything I could. Hell, Nez, I’d never been with a girl until Mrs. Scott. I was fucked up and damned confused. Everything came down at me all at once. I missed my dad and I never knew my mother. My family was gone and I felt like I had lost Mr. Scott. And that’s when I got really drunk and met Ty.”

He laughed sardonically and drank more bourbon. “Shit, Nez, he must have been like sixteen or something. He was young, I was young. Anyway, I got him up here and,” he paused and sipped the bourbon, “I dunno, so much is a blur, but I stayed drunk for days and he was my fucking whipping post.” He dropped the heavy crystal glass that held his drink and cried like a baby. The smell of bourbon permeated the air and a man looked up from the square.

“So this is why Ty scares you, my sweet lord.”

“That kid, he could have had my ass in a sling. He could have had me arrested for what I did, and maybe he should have. Maybe I should be sitting in fucking prison for doing to him what some fucking asshole did to Sunny. Nezzie, I lost control and Ty just took it, but ya think he told anyone? Not a fuckin’ soul. Ya know what he said to me after I woke up and realized what the hell I had done, that I could have killed him?”

“No, sir.”

“He told me, that saint of a guy told me,” Mr. Delacroix said, “‘Mistah, you gots you a bad demon in yo mind an’ it ain’t goin’ away till you look it in the eye. If beatin’ me to death make you see dat demon, you go on an’ keep beatin’ but you recall I da one make you see it.’ Nez, he was so young, beaten, swollen by my hand, and he was so fuckin’ right. If anyone owes Ty anything, it’s me. I owe him my life.”

“Sir, you fear him because . . .” I led him on.

“Nezzie, he scares me because he makes me see the demons. Don’t you understand? He’s a constant reminder that I haven’t faced any of it.”