She Shouldnt, But She Will

by Francis Drake

  The two men held her tight. Sergei’s movement pushed her further onto Derek’s cock, and Derek sent her back onto Sergei. Soon she lost herself in the rhythm and the incredible freedom of having no control over what the men did to her.

  She sucked hard on Derek’s dick. He penetrated her to the back of her throat. The heat of his cock matched the warmth being spread through her from Sergei’s attack on her ass. Tension deep in her belly increased, helped by Sergei’s fingering her clit and dipping into her pussy. She moaned her need.

  Derek answered her as he exploded in her mouth. She swallowed what he gave her. Sergei’s grip tightened, his motion stopped, and he pulled out. The two men released her and she wilted. The mattress moved as they got up.

  “You aren’t leaving me like this are you?”

  “You shouldn’t be talking, but we’ll let it go since you seem to have an important question.” He looked down with a satisfied expression. “What’s wrong?”

  “You know damn well what’s wrong.”

  “Sergei, I think she’s worried we might leave her unsatisfied.”

  “Never, Derek. I can’t believe she’d think so little of us.”

  “Smart asses.”

  “Speaking of asses, Sin, yours is sweet.” Sergei’s erection hadn’t diminished a bit. She cracked her eyes open to watch him roll off the condom he’d used in her ass and replace it with a fresh one.

  “Thank you, Sergei, but I don’t care about how sweet my ass is.”

  “Crap, man,” Derek said, “she’s getting cranky. I guess we better do something.”

  Derek pulled her off the bed and on to her feet. He lifted one of her legs to his waist. “Lubricate her ass, Sergei.”

  The cold lubricant covered her anal opening and up into the opening which didn’t tense so much at Sergei’s touch. “Ready?” Derek asked, though Thia didn’t know if he asked her or Sergei.

  The men entered her at the same time. She’d never imagined any feeling like she felt now. Sandwiched between two six-pack abs and strong thighs, she was also invaded in both holes.

  The men thrust in unison, rubbing each other through the thin membrane separating her channels. Sergei’s strokes were strong now, as opposed to his gentle touch before. He inserted the full length of his dick, as did Derek. Derek’s grinding hips ground against her clit. His chest abraded her breasts, assaulting her nipples. His mouth sought hers and she raised her lips to attach to his.

  She whimpered when Sergei smoothed his hands up her side. His fingertips rubbed the undersides of her breasts. He kissed her ears and down her neck until he bit her lightly on the shoulder. His teeth scraped her tender skin and met Derek’s increase in speed.

  A tsunami of pleasure swept through her body, emanating from the point where the two men and she became one entity. Derek groaned into her mouth and his cock twitched as he came with strong pulses. Sergei grunted and wrapped his arms around their bodies to come as deeply inside her as possible.

  They stood connected for a long time. When Sergei pulled out of her, Derek maintained his hold. Then he, too, stepped away and she collapsed on the bed. His semen leaked from her pussy and down her leg.

  “What now?” Shit that sounded like a challenge.

  “Now we take you like you have never been taken before.” Derek held up a three or four inch piece of rubber and the rope.

  “You’re scaring me.”

  “Maybe you should be scared.”

  Even if she’d wanted to, she couldn’t muster the energy to rebel.

  Derek tied her wrists and then pulled the rope behind her so it pulled her hands against her stomach. “Bend over.” She jumped when she felt the butt plug spread her ass. ”You’re going to suck Sergei while I pound your pussy.”

  Sergei used his third fresh condom of the night and placed his huge cock at her lips. She knew now to relax and just let whatever was going to happen, happen. Derek maneuvered the butt plug and filled her pussy while Sergei fucked her mouth with a sweet earnestness.

  Again, her body built toward orgasm, climbing higher with each caress of Sergei’s hand on her face and stroke to her throat, and with each drive of Derek in her pussy. She thought she would lose her mind when the condom filled with Sergei’s seed. Then she was struck with waves of the most devastating orgasm. Egged on by her body, Derek exploded.

  The three of them sank to the floor, the men holding Sin between them. They laid there for a few minutes before Sergei got up and dressed. “I enjoyed this very much. Thank you.” He closed the door behind him.

  Derek said, “Thank you,” at the same time Thia said, “Wow, that was great. Thanks.”

  “So you liked your surprise?”

  “Very much.”

  Derek released the ropes, removed the butt plug and lifted Thia into bed. He covered their bodies, switched off the lights and they spooned.

  “Now you know,” Derek said in a voice husky with sleepiness.

  “Know what?”

  “What it’s like having two cocks inside at the same time.”

  She chuckled. “What a great feeling. But I’m not sure it’s better than having just you.”

  “Thanks, sweetheart.” He kissed her neck and they fell asleep.

  * * * *

  The next morning, Derek was taking a shower and Thia was examining herself in the mirror. She looked well-used, well-satisfied, and very happy. She had always thought she was happy with Henry and their sexual life. But God help her! She’d had no idea of the meaning of passion.

  Passion wasn’t simply sex, she realized as though struck by lightning. It was being cared for and caring for someone else when your bodies came together. It was taking the stand that your partner’s pleasure was important. It was the power to know you and only you can bring a particular spark to your lover’s eye. And it was the glow that lasted far beyond the end of an orgasm’s convulsions.

  Like the glow her skin and eyes and whole demeanor still showed. She didn’t want to give this up. Ever.

  She slipped on her string bikini instead of bra and panties thinking Lei might want to take a dip in the pool or hot tub. A pink, short-sleeved T-shirt slid over her head. Thia smiled at the way it formed to the globes of her breasts and then snugged around her stomach, stopping just below her navel. She stepped into her skirt and buttoned it above her hips leaving just the right amount of flesh exposed between the skirt and T-shirt.

  Slipping on her athletic shoes she called, “Derek, I’m going on down.”

  “I won’t be long.” Derek shouted back.

  Lilly, sitting with Lei at the dining table in the more informal dining room, greeted her, “Good morning. Would you like lunch, or breakfast?”

  “Good morning.” Thia looked at the clock to make sure it was still morning. Eleven thirty. “I didn’t know it was that late. Toast and coffee will be nice. Derek will be down shortly.”

  “Sergei will get it for you.”

  Sergei! She swung around to see him push the toast down in the toaster and then pour a cup of coffee. He glanced up, as though feeling her stare, and smiled. God, he was sexy, and she felt her pussy respond to his smile.

  “I hope you slept well?” He set the cup in front of her.

  “Very well,” she managed to stammer. “Did you?”

  “Like a baby.” His hand managed to brush her arm as he moved beside her. “Are you sure you want only toast and coffee? I can provide much more.”

  “How well I know, but I think not.” He nodded, his lips in a slight curve. “But thanks—” she felt her cheeks heat though she knew by their voices and tone that neither Lilly nor Lei was listening “—for everything. It was incredible.”

  “Anytime. And I mean that.” Then he turned and went back into the kitchen. When he delivered her toast, his manner was nothing more than normal politeness.

  Ah! What an adventure last night had been.

  She found herself watching the stairs, waiting for Derek to come down and join her.

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sp; Chapter 13

  Sylvester and Derek talked about their boats during breakfast, while Lei, Lilly and Thia discussed renovations on the house. Over coffee, Derek and Sylvester joined in, planning for the next set of paintings Derek would begin creating. The theme of slave girl would be carried on, but he suggested adding a subtle Oriental touch. Lilly thought the idea was wonderful, and when Derek saw the hint of a smile as Lei looked at him through her thick, dark lashes, he knew his idea had her approval, too.

  “If you have some time, Derek, I’d like to talk to you about something.” Sylvester leaned his elbows on the table.

  “Sin, would you like to see the colors I’ve selected for the back parlor?” Lilly placed her coffee cup in the saucer and looked across the table to where Thia sat next to Lei. “Or we can take advantage of the morning sun and sit out by the pool?”

  “Oh, that would be—” Thia looked to Derek, one brow raised.

  “We have a little while before we need to be back in the city, so enjoy yourself.” Derek couldn’t tell from the look in Thia’s eyes if she wanted to go, but he had a feeling Sylvester wouldn’t talk with Thia around.

  She hesitated. Why? She seemed to be getting along well with Lilly and he already knew she liked Lei.

  “Okay,” she finally relented.

  “Wonderful,” Lilly said, and stood. Lei and Thia followed suit and after a few moments of refilling coffee cups and non-stop chatter by Lilly, they left the room.

  When the men were alone Sylvester topped off their coffee and settled back in his chair, crossing his legs. “What do you know about the girls we auctioned off at the masquerade?”

  This is what Derek had waited for. One revelation—the girls—would lead to another, he hoped. The drugs.

  “Peter didn’t tell me anything about the girls. Don’t tell me that auction was real?”

  “That was for the week only, as I explained. But—” here Sylvester steepled his fingers and studied Derek as he spoke “—in my investigation of you—and I hope you knew I would look into who you are before I invited you into my home.” He shot a questioning look at Derek and Derek nodded. “Well, it’s obvious you’re rather well off, and you have a profession that enables you to travel a great deal. It struck me you might be interested in joining a small, elite group.”

  Derek leaned back and tried to look interested. “Intriguing. What group would that be?”

  Sylvester smiled. “A group of people who purchases our girls.” He gave a one-shouldered shrug. “Or lease would be more accurate.”

  “Buy a woman? Damn, Sylvester, I’d have to think about it. I’m a little uncomfortable at the thought of owning a slave.”

  “We call the girls slaves sometimes but we really don’t think of them that way. If they want to go, they are free to do just that. However, we do talk to them, to make sure they’re going to something, not just away from something.”

  “Who are these women? Where do they come from?”

  Sylvester seemed to weigh his words. “You know about the laws related to the number of children in China?”

  Derek nodded. “One child per family.”

  “Exactly. And even in this modern day, female children are often regarded as useless. They’re frequently abandoned, left to die. We have contacts in many villages and towns who rescue the babies and spirit them to Korea. There, they’re raised and schooled, and prepared for life.”

  “A life of servitude? Is that fair?”

  “They live, and after they are sold or leased or given—take your pick—to the right person, their lives are good. My clientele is select, discrete and very wealthy, with specialized needs. The girls are well educated in math, literature, and the social virtues. Most are fluent in as many as six languages, and can get by in others. They are also schooled in the culture of the countries that speak those languages. The girls make excellent administrative assistants and since most of my clients travel for business, their skills are quite valuable.”

  He took a sip of coffee and shot an amused look at Derek. “I assure you, they are purchased for much more than sex. Though they are well-schooled in that area as well.”

  Derek shook his head and pursed his lips. “I hardly know what to say. I’m not sure I’d—”

  “I understand it may not sound appealing right now, but I wanted to let you know, after seeing you and Sin and the way you’re handling her, you seem the right kind of man to join my exclusive clientele list.”

  Derek narrowed his eyes and allowed a bit of pique show through. “I don’t ‘handle’ Sin. Believe me, she’s her own woman. She’s amusing herself with me as much as I am with her.”

  Sylvester nodded. “My apologies for the assumption. However, the offer is still open, especially as there may not be a lasting connection between you and Sin. Your artistic ventures take you overseas enough to appreciate the idea of a guide, interpreter and assistant.” He folded his hands in his lap. “I also wanted to let you know our supply is limited. The need for rescue is diminishing because there’s an upsurge in adoption of babies. We’re training fewer girls each year.”

  “You’ve given me a lot to think about, and I appreciate your trust in considering me as one of your special clients.” He paused, letting Sylvester think he was thinking about the offer. “But I worry a little about drugs. How are the girls raised and what about their living conditions there? The availability of opium in the Far East is high. Are drugs used with the girls at all?”

  Sylvester uncrossed his legs and shot forward in his seat. “I do not use drugs, and neither does anyone on my staff. The girls are clean and healthy when we bring them in, and they’re instructed in what to look for in the households they move into.” He narrowed his eyes now and his voice dropped to a growl. “But I’ll tell you now, if I hear about one of our girls being mistreated, I take action. No one owns my girls. No one harms them if I can help it.”

  Derek believed him. How could he not with such conviction clear in the man’s voice and fierce expression? So why was he bringing in drugs? There seemed to be no question, the arrival of the Natant Revel initiated an influx of opiates in the Bay area. So what part did the Ogelthorpes play?

  “I’d like to see where they live here and their conditions onboard ship. You said the auction at the masquerade wasn’t the real thing. Explain about the real sales.”

  “That all sounds fair.” Sylvester’s anger receded from his tone. He stood and waited for Derek to precede him out of the dining room.

  * * * *

  Little more than two hours later, Derek and Sylvester strolled onto the patio talking and laughing like old friends. And what was that all about, Thia wondered. She thought Sylvester was suspected of smuggling drugs. Not to mention human trafficking, as Derek had put it.

  When Lilly suggested earlier “the girls” retire to the patio, she’d wanted to refuse. First, she was half afraid Lilly would abandon her and Lei, who had been stroking her thigh during breakfast, and she wasn’t at all sure she wanted to repeat their experience. Not while other people were around, anyway. That realization sent a shiver of awareness down Thia’s spine.

  But she also wanted to stay and hear what Sylvester and Derek talked about because she thought it might lead to information about the case, and she was interested. There was something repugnant about bringing women into the country and selling them, and if Thia could think of a way to stop the Oglethorpes, she wanted to try. But how, if she wasn’t privy to the information Derek got from Sylvester?

  She had no way of knowing that as Sylvester felt out Derek’s position as a possible client, Lilly would do the same to her. Now she had a lot to tell Derek about the slaves and how they came to be in America.

  Lilly and Lei had stripped down to their panties and relaxed in the sun while they talked. Thia had remained dressed, although in her very short skirt and barely-there T-shirt, she had little more on than they did. When the men came out, Lilly slipped into a cover-up, but Lei, perhaps thinking the four wanted
to talk, stood and dove into the pool. She swam to the other end, then pulled herself onto the edging and stretched out again.

  Thia looked up and found Derek’s eyes on her. They heated, as though he could pierce the protection of the sunglasses she wore and knew she thought of their morning in bed. She wondered if he thought about it, too. The way his morning erection had brought them both wide awake. How they’d kissed before he’d sucked her nipples and then how his cock had slowly sunk inside her, caressing the lining of her vagina with sure, lazy strokes until she wanted to shriek with the need for completion. Then he’d given her a finish worth shrieking over. Is that what he thought now, looking at her?

  He smiled and she knew he did.

  He came to her but didn’t bend for a kiss or even touch her. Not with his hands, anyway. His eyes never left her.

  “I think we’d better get our things together,” he said.

  “All right,” she answered, standing.

  “Oh, no! I thought you’d stay for lunch at least.” Lilly removed her sunglasses and stared at Thia, who looked for direction from Derek.

  “That would be nice, thanks. We have plans in the city, though, so we can’t stay long afterward.”

  “Wonderful,” Lilly said.

  “But let’s get our things ready now,” Derek added.

  Sylvester took a seat beside Lilly. “I’ll have someone come up when you’re ready and load your bags onto your boat.”

  “Great.” Derek guided Thia into the house and up to their room.

  Thia turned to him as soon as the door closed, excited to share her information. “I found out so much!”

  Derek’s lips came down on hers. After a kiss that melted her insides and made her want to rip off her clothes, he lifted his lips enough to say, “Watch how you tell me. We shouldn’t assume we’re the only ones listening to our conversation,” he murmured. Then he kissed her again.

  When he broke away and began packing his bag, she did the same. “Derek, Lilly talked to me about whether we might be interested in having a companion.”