The Saint, p.32Part #5 of The Original Sinners series by Tiffany Reisz
“You mind-fucked me.”
“Does your brain hurt? I tried to be gentle since it was your first time.”
Eleanor picked up her combat boot and tossed it at Kingsley’s head. He caught it and rolled down the window.
“Don’t you dare. I love those damn boots.”
“You promise you will not throw them at me again?”
“I promise. I swear.”
“You promise you will be a good girl for me all evening?”
“The best girl.”
“Will you let me fuck you right now if I give you the boot back?”
Eleanor opened her mouth and then closed it again. Was Kingsley serious? Serious or not …
“Not for all the combat boots in the world.”
Kingsley held her boot at the window and waited.
“Toss it,” she said. “It’s fucking freezing in here.”
Kingsley rolled up the window and handed her the boot back.
“You’re giving it back?” She stuffed her feet into her boots before Kingsley changed his mind. In the future she would have to be smarter, stay on her toes.
“You passed the test.”
“I like to test new people who come to our world. I get them into my Rolls and try to seduce them. The winners say no. The losers say yes. But since I still fuck them everyone wins.”
“Why is it losing to say yes?”
“Because if you say yes to being fucked by a stranger without any discussion of limits, wants, protection and safety, you are very likely not yet ready for our world. A submissive too eager to please a dominant can get into trouble quickly in my world.”
“So I passed?”
“There are others?”
“Many others. Wait until he puts a dog collar on you. I can’t wait to see how you respond to that test.”
Eleanor glared at him. “I’m not going to wear a dog collar.”
“He already has one picked out for you.”
“A dog collar? Are you shitting me?”
“Would I do that? Collars play an important role in our world. It’s a sign of ownership. So you should take it as a compliment. And then after you’ve taken it as a compliment, you can wag your little tail for him.”
“He said you were the devil.”
“He only says that because he knows how horny I am.”
He raised his hand to his head and held up two fingers as horns. Eleanor burst out laughing.
“I like you, Kingsley. I don’t want to, but I do.”
He brought her hand to his lips and kissed the center of her palm. No finger sniffing this time.
“The feeling, ma petite, is entirely mutual.”
They arrived as Kingsley’s town house, and he escorted her inside.
“Who’s this, King?” A stunning Hispanic-looking woman in a tight white dress came down the stairs. She gave Kingsley a quick kiss on the cheek. “Nice uniform,” she said to Eleanor. It sounded like a genuine compliment, not sarcasm.
“We’re doing an age-play scene tonight. Teacher-student. I’d let you watch but it’s her first role-play.” Kingsley ran his hand over Eleanor’s bottom.
“Next time, maybe?” the woman said, giving her a wink and Kingsley another kiss. “I’ll play her sister, and you can punish us both for acting up in class, Mr. King.”
The woman strolled away, her hips swaying seductively with every step.
“Age-play?” she asked. “That’s a thing?”
“Here everything is a thing,” he said. Kingsley gave her another ass pat.
She thought about finding a knife and slicing that roaming, ass-grabbing hand of his off, but the word sister reminded her of a question she wanted to ask.
“Can I ask you a weird question?”
“I might not answer it, but you may ask me anything.”
“Was it Elizabeth?” she asked as he took her arm and led her up the stairs.
“Elizabeth? What about her?”
“Søren said when he was married to your sister he cheated on her with someone. Your sister caught him and whoever kissing and ran off and that’s when …” Eleanor felt weird about bringing this up but she had to know. “Søren didn’t tell me who he cheated with, only that he loved her.”
“He said he loved her?”
“Something like that. I keep thinking about why he wouldn’t tell me who she was. And then he told me about him and Elizabeth when they were kids … and your sister, she came to visit you all at school. It was an all-boys school, but they let her visit. Why?”
“Because she was a relative.”
“Right,” Eleanor said and waited. Kingsley said nothing more. “I’m asking, was it Elizabeth who Søren cheated on your sister with? They had a fucked-up childhood. They were lonely. Incest or not, I don’t care. It’s the only answer I can come up with. I mean, what else could have shocked your sister so much she … you know.”
“That. I mean, seeing her husband kissing his own sister? That could shock anyone to death.”
“It could, oui.”
“I want to know who he loved enough to cheat on his wife with. I need to know, and I know you know.”
“I know,” he said.
“But you won’t tell me?”
“Not yet,” he said with a smile. “Perhaps in time. But I will tell you this, you’re on the right track. Now come with me.”
Kingsley escorted her to a room at the end of the hall on the second floor.
“Tonight is my friend Blaise’s birthday and we’re having a little party for her. I thought you should come and see how our sort plays together.”
He opened the door and led her inside a kind of sitting room.
Everywhere Eleanor looked, she saw fire. Tall taper candles, all alight, covered every horizontal surface—tabletops, window ledges—and a few dozen sat on the floor in ornate silver holders. So dazzled by the scene before her, Eleanor hardly noticed the four other people in the room until Kingsley introduced her to them.
First was Blaise, the birthday girl, who wore nothing but a white button-down shirt. Next was Baptiste, dark skinned and handsome, who had some kind of sexy accent—not quite French, but close. Then another man—Sven or something. She’d stopped listening because Blaise now stood naked in the center of the room.
“Shall we?” Kingsley picked up a candle as Blaise lay on the floor on a large wooden board. Everyone in the room followed suit. Soon everyone, herself included, held a candle in their hands.
Blaise raised her arms over her head and smiled up at Kingsley.
“Happy birthday, ma fille.” He knelt at her side, bent to kiss her and as soon as the kiss broke, he poured candle wax onto the center of her chest.
Blaise winced in agony. Eleanor winced in sympathy. Everyone else laughed and applauded. Music played. Wine flowed. And one by one every guest took their turn dripping candle wax onto Blaise’s naked body. Everyone but her.
“Come, chérie,” Kingsley said, coaxing her forward.
“I don’t even know her,” Eleanor said in a whisper.
“This will make an excellent introduction.” Kingsley inclined his head toward Blaise on the floor. He was daring her to burn Blaise, and she knew it. Kingsley stood on the opposite side of Blaise, smiling at her. “You know you want to.”
“Peer pressure? Really, King?”
“We’re all doing it,” he said, his tone teasing, his eyes serious. And then she knew it wasn’t a dare, it was a test. And since she wanted to pass this test, she burned her.
Blaise gasped as hot wax landed on her inner thighs.
Eleanor brought the candle to her mouth and blew the flame out.
Kingsley gave her a wink and she sat off to the side to watch the show. Soon Blaise’s wrists were locked with hardening wax to the wooden board and then
Eleanor stood up and nearly ran to the balcony door. She threw it open, stepped onto the balcony and shut the door behind her.
She stood there in the winter cold, swallowing lungfuls of ice.
“You left too soon,” Kingsley said. She’d been panting so hard she hadn’t even heard the door open.
“I needed some air.”
“Too much?” he asked. “Were you scared of what was happening in there?”
“Jealous?” He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. As cold as it was, she didn’t fight the embrace.
“It did look kind of fun.”
“I forget how young you are. We’ll play this game again when you’re ready.”
“You kissed a man.”
Kingsley gave her a quizzical look.
“I did. I like kissing women and men. And fucking them. Shocked?”
“I wasn’t expecting that.”
“For your sake, I will give you this advice—start expecting the unexpected. There are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamed of in your philosophy, chérie.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Come. I’ll take you home.”
He kissed her on both cheeks again before wrapping an arm around her shoulders and escorting her into the house.
She got her coat and Kingsley walked her to the Rolls-Royce waiting out front.
“I think I’ll go home the usual way,” she said, staring at the car. “If that’s okay with you.”
Kingsley raised his chin and studied her.
“Worried you’ll fail the Rolls-Royce test this time?” he asked. She blushed as he put the fear she hadn’t even admitted to herself into words.
“I like walking,” she said.
“Walk away, then.” Kingsley chucked her under the chin in an infuriatingly fatherly manner. “For your sake and mine.”
He gave her the quickest kiss on the lips and she growled. Walk away, she told herself. Keep walking away and don’t look back.
After a few blocks, her head cleared, her heart settled. Being around Kingsley and his friends was dangerous to her sanity and her virginity.
Eleanor neared the subway entrance but paused when she heard someone call out her name.
She turned around and saw a man standing on the sidewalk ten feet behind her. She couldn’t process the sight of him, the reality of him, the existence of him.
But there he was. And for the first time that night she felt true fear.
“Have you missed me, baby?” Her father stood with his hands in the pockets of his long coat, a baseball cap pulled low over his eyes.
“No,” she said. “What the hell are you doing out of jail?”
“Right,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. She considered running for it. The subway entrance waited twenty feet behind her. “Good for you, then. I gotta go.”
She turned her back on him.
“I thought it was only Kingsley Edge you were spreading for,” her father shouted after her. “But now I know it’s the priest, too.”
Eleanor’s heart stopped. She slowly turned around.
“What are you talking about?” She kept her voice neutral, trying not to betray her fear.
“I found a business card in your coat. Edge Enterprises. There’s only one reason a man like Kingsley Edge would give you the time of day, and that reason’s between your legs.”
“I’m right, though,” he said. “I tried to figure out how a nobody like you would even meet Edge. Not much reason for him to hang out in Nowhere, Connecticut, right? I asked around and found out he’s got this brother-in-law who stops by the house sometimes. A priest. A priest from Wakefield fucking Connecticut.”
“Dad, look,” Eleanor began, “it’s not what you think. I’m not sleeping with—”
“Save it. I have all the proof I need. Want to see? Pictures in my car. Nice one of you and your priest in a black BMW. Where were you two going anyway? Romantic weekend away together?” Her father laughed as if he’d made the most hilarious joke.
“It was a funeral. He wanted me to hang out with his sister, who’s my age. He was worried about her, and he thought she would talk to me since he wouldn’t talk to him.”
“You think the bishop will buy that excuse when I tell him one of his priests is fucking my underage daughter? Can’t wait to tell your mother what’s going on with you two.”
“What do you want?” Eleanor knew her father didn’t give a damn who she fucked, what she did.
“I want you to come with me right now.”
“We’re going to go to my place and have a talk. I’m leaving town and I think you should come with me.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you.”
“You aren’t? Then I guess I’ll have to send all these pictures of you and Edge, you and your priest, to the police and your mother and your principal and the bishop. The newspapers, too. ‘Priest seduces teenage girl and shares her with his criminal brother-in-law’ would make a great headline.”
“Show me the pictures,” she said.
“They’re in the car.”
He walked over to an old beat-up Honda and opened the passenger door. He waited.
The last thing she wanted to do was get in that car. No, the last thing she wanted to happen was Søren getting in trouble because of her. She walked to the car and sat in the passenger seat. Her father slammed the door so hard she flinched. He got in the driver’s side and turned the engine on.
“Show me the pics,” she demanded.
“They’re at my place.”
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