Penumbra (The Midnight Society #2) (25 page)

“This first room houses the living spirit of the man that fills you with the most temptation—the forbidden fruit that you know you shouldn’t taste but you long to do so anyways.”

And then Lincoln appeared, behind the chair, like he had been there all along. He was dressed in the elegant dark suit that he wore when I first met him at Shadow’s party. He was even wearing the fox mask.

“Now, accept his spirit completely and give in to everything you desire,” Isadora said. “Only then can you free yourself from the temptations of this man. All your senses are amplified in this encounter—taste, smell, sound, and touch. Give into his ghost, and then free yourself from him physically.”

“A pleasure to see you again, Golden Virgin,” Lincoln said, in a cheerful tone. The light from the fire cast a dark silhouette around him. “I’m quite honored that you chose me to be the object of your forbidden lust.”

“It shouldn’t be that much of a surprise,” I said. “I did allow for a part of you to be inside me the other night.”

Lincoln made the peace sign with both fingers. “Victory?”

“Deviant
,” I couldn’t help but laugh. I tried to recall the name of the other man—the one that I had fallen in love with—but for the moment, that person’s name escaped me.

The only name that was on my lips now was Lincoln.

“Why don’t you have a seat?” he asked.

“Should I trust you?”

“Not in the least,” he said, as he slowly removed the fox mask to reveal his beautiful, boyish features. “Now come here.”

He said it in such an authoritative manner—confident and determined—that it filled my entire body with nervous anticipation. I walked over to the chair slowly.

Just as I was about to sit down, he stopped me, his firm hands lifting me back up. His touch was spellbinding and it made me forget about breathing all together.

“Take off your clothes,” he instructed. “I want to see your body. I want to see what I’m going to taste, and then fuck.”

I took in his words like the gospel. I felt as if lust had taken complete control of my body. My hands—no longer my own—slowly began removing the dress I wore. My breasts, swollen with desire, spilled out revealing my hard nipples which ached to be touched.

Once the dress was loosened from around my shoulders, the rest of it slid off my body and onto the floor with ease.

I was naked and shaking with anticipation, yearning for his touch to fill me.

Lincoln’s eyes did a full survey, up and down my body, before he finally settled on my breasts. He rea
ched out and pinched my pink nipples, swirling his thumbs around the surface of them.

I groaned
.

“Tell me what it is you want, Golden Virgin,” he said as one hand slowly slid downwards and found my wet pussy, his middle finger gently massaging the outer folds of my lips.

“I want—” I paused for a moment as I swallowed hard. It wasn’t love that I wanted from him, nor was it a relationship at the moment. What did I want?

“I want satisfaction,” I gasped.

He kissed me passionately, his tongue exploring my mouth, telling me how much he desired me. Lincoln tasted exotic, like cinnamon and red wine, and I devoured his lips.

Finally, he pulled away from me, his fingers still exploring my delicate folds, his thumb brushing over my clit, sending sensual pulses throughout my entire body.

“I like a woman who knows what she wants,” he replied with a grin. He pushed me onto the chair, not in a forceful way, but with authority nonetheless. I gave in.

I watched as he slowly removed his suit jacket, folded it neatl
y, and then laid it on a table. His eyes never lost sight of me.

He continued to undress, working on his buttoned shirt next. I watched him eagerly, while the warmth of the
fire bathed me in heat.

Lincoln’s body was a beautiful piece of work, the fire casting a
n orange glow against his smooth skin, decorated with tattoos. I wanted him to make me scream the way Juno had screamed while he fucked her. I wanted him to make me feel like a dirty girl.

He left his pants on as he placed his hands on my knees and pushed them apart slowly, his eyes staring deep into mine.

“You smell like lust,” he said, his voice almost a throaty growl. “I’ll give you the satisfaction you need Golden Virgin.”

Lincoln dropped to his knees, removed his belt, and bound my left leg to the leg of the chair. He did the same to the other one with his tie.

I was spread wide open for him to do as he wished.

“I wonder what you taste like?”

“Find out,” I pleaded.

His lips
kissed my legs first, his tongue tracing circles around my inner thighs. I was breathing heavily, my hands tugging at my hard nipples as I waited with anticipation for him to find my pussy, to taste my wetness, and to fill me with his wicked tongue.

“You sound impatient,” he said as he pushed his index finger inside of me, and then swirled it around. He pulled it out again and
licked his finger.

“Oh yes, you do t
aste like a girl who needs to come.”

“Fuck
, Lincoln,” I hissed.

“No, not fuck Lincoln,” he replied. “I think what you wanted to say was ‘fuck me.’”

“Yes, for god’s sake.”

Lincoln shook his head. “I think you need a taste first,” he said as his finger went back inside of me again. If one single finger felt this good, I could only imagine what his hard, throbbing cock would feel like.

He slowly removed his finger and ran it between my parted lips. I licked the tip before taking it into my mouth.

I sucked on it, imagining that it was his cock that was filling my mouth. My we
tness tasted salty and sweet. The area between my legs throbbed with desire. I didn’t just want him. I
needed
him inside me.

“Do you like how you taste?” he asked while he tugged at one of my nipples.

“Yes,” I gasped.

“I do as well,” he said. “I need more.”

His tongue immediately went for my outer lips, brushing up and down against them. The sounds of his delicate strokes—wet licking mixed in with deep moans—were driving me over the edge.

T
hen he found my clit, and I was completely lost. He was focused on making me come, every stroke adding another layer of pleasure to the inevitable climax I was about to feel.

My moans echoed throughout the living room when I finally came. It was a mo
ment of pure ecstasy as the orgasm seized my entire body. But he didn’t stop there. He continued to flick at my clit with the tip of his tongue, torturing me as my body convulsed from its sensitive pleasure.

“Stop,” I
begged. “Please.”

Lincoln smiled at me and shook his head. “I need something from you first,” he said as his fingers pinched at my nipples again.

“What do you want from me?”

“Your obedience,” he said
as he rose to his feet. The sounds of his sliding zipper filled me with lust. I licked my lips.

Lincoln
freed his hardened cock from his grey dress pants. My eyes devoured him with hunger. He revealed his perfect formation of muscles around his waist that pointed towards the direction of his cock.

He ran his hand down his hardened length. “You want my cock, don’t you
?” he asked.

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Tell me you want it,” he ordered. “Tell me you fucking want it.”

“I want your hard cock,” I begged.
“I want it in my mouth and inside me. I want to feel every inch of you.”

Lincoln smiled.

He positioned himself in front of me. I flicked my tongue lightly along the ridge of his hardness, from the base to tip, and circled the head slowly with my tongue. He sucked in a breath as I took him in my mouth, my lips sliding down the length of him.

Lincoln’s head tilted back as he let out groan. His hands reached for the back of my head as he thrust himself deep into my throat.

I could taste his precum, a salty mixture which I savored.

“Look up at me,” he instructed. “I want to see your innocent eyes looking at me as you suck me dry.”

He was seemingly focused on the pleasure I was giving him as he continued to groan, one hand guiding my head back and forth, until he eventually pulled out.

“I want you to co
me,” I said.

“N
ot like this,” Lincoln said. “I’m going to fuck you senseless and then I’m going to watch my cum run down the inside of your thighs.”

He traced his fingertips down my arms and between the valleys of my breasts with a feather light caress. His fingers continued their journey down my body, achingly slow, until they reached their destination. He gripped my hips firmly and entered me with one thrust. His movements were fast and hard as he pounded into me. Every stroke made me shudder with pleasure.

“Do you enjoy this?”
he asked.

I nodded.

“Say my name,” he ordered. “Say the name of the man that pleases you. Say the name of the man who ultimately satisfies you—the man that you
need
to satisfy you.”

I opened my mouth, but
I couldn’t speak. Instead I closed my eyes and threw my head back as Lincoln continued to move inside me, filling me completely as my pussy clenched around his flesh.

“Same my name,” he instructed again. “Say the name of the man you want fucking you each and every night.
The man you love.”

This time I did say a name.

“Shadow.”

The silence that fell over us was cold and immediate, like a blanket of snow.

I closed my eyes and took in a deep, icy breath, and suddenly, I was no longer naked and tied to the chair. Instead I was standing at the center of the university campus again, clothed in a simple white wedding dress. It was nothing extravagant, but it was pretty. It was perfect for me.

I turned my attention back to Berlioz Hall and noticed it was now boarded up.

My body was no longer filled with lust nor uninhibited desire. Instead I felt a simple happiness that had been missing from my life for so long.

I heard Isadora’s voice call out to me again. “Now find the living ghost of the man who completes your heart,” Isadora said, her ethereal voice guiding me towards the second door. It led to the concert hall of the University, where I had performed so many times before.

Once inside, I found myself standing on a dock overlooking the ocean, which shimmered from the sunlight. At the end of the dock was a beautifully crafted gazebo where a man in a black tux was waiting for me.

I walked up slowly to him, my heart swelling with hope and happiness which radiated all through my body. I had a wide smile on my face.

“Shadow,” I said as I strolled up to him.

“You look beautiful Aria,” he replied as he turned around to greet me. “You’re as
magnificent as a diamond in the sky.” 

“You’re not so bad yourself,” I said, marveling at the beau
ty of this man. He was beautiful, with his chiseled jaw, broad shoulders, and intense eyes; all, which I drank in, like water.

Shadow extended his hand towards me and I took it. He pulled me close to him
and I felt his gentle breath on my face. I rested my head on his chest and listened to the beautiful, rhythmic sound of his heartbeat.

“So what are we doing here?” I asked.

I felt his strong arms wrap around me, holding me tightly and filling me with a complete sense of security. I wanted to stay this way forever.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Shadow asked. “We’re waiting for the world to end.”

I smiled, remembering the words I said to him in Cambodia.

Till the end of the world.

“And when’s that happening?” I asked.

“Whenever we want it to.”

I clung onto him fiercely, tears streaking down my cheeks, afraid that the moment I let go, he would disappear into the blue, cloudless atmosphere. 

“Don’t cry,” he said,
running his thumbs under my eyes to catch my tears.

“I can’t help it,
you jerk,” I said. “I just can’t help it.”

Shadow brushed my hair back with his long slender fingers, and then tilted my chin towards him. He looked at me, with wondrous affection in his eyes, and then kissed me.

And at that moment, everything in the world was perfect. I could have stood there, in that gazebo, locked in this loving kiss for all of eternity.

“Time to go.” It was Isadora. “There is one final door where you are to meet the ghost of the dead.”

“I don’t want to,” I said. “Just let me stay here, please.”

“The third door awaits.”

And then it was all gone—the gazebo, the ocean, but most of all Shadow. I had returned to the University campus where one final door remained, leading to the cafeteria.