by Taylor Lee
He whispered, his voice soft, insistent, “No, no, honey. Don’t fight me. You know you love this, don’t you, baby? Yeah, it hurts a little at first but then it feels so good, doesn’t it? And you know I’m not going to stop, don’t you, baby?”
She moaned in response and he felt the waves of her passion rising up as his words and hands moved her closer and closer to orgasm.
“I know what we’ll do, darlin’. Let’s have this other guy play a little. He’s not as big as I am, but Christ, he still feels good, doesn’t he?”
He reached around and took her hand and began moving the dildo up inside her wet pussy. In and out. Slower, then faster. She started panting again. He felt her pussy clench, contract. She cried out and with a groan took over moving the dildo in and out.
“That’s the way, honey! He’s good isn’t he? But now, baby, I’m gonna fuck you. And, yeah, I’m gonna fuck you hard.”
Before she could tighten again he pushed against the taut entrance of her ass. She clenched down to hold him back. With an excited groan he used his fingers to open her wider. “Honey, don’t fight me. Uh uh, I’m coming in and you can’t stop me. Mm hmm, you don’t want to, do you, baby? Hell, no. You know how good it feels. So good. Right, darlin’?
As he pushed harder past the tight entrance she sobbed in pain then groaned and gave in to his insistent pressure. As though she couldn’t stop, her groans became more guttural, more animal-like. To his excitement, she started thrusting the dildo in and out of her pussy, deeper and harder. He could feel the other cock fucking her and he groaned in response. “God damn, he’s fucking you now, isn’t he, honey? God, I can feel him and he’s coming in deep.”
He drove up higher into her. He felt her thrust in response, the cock in her pussy making her ass even tighter.
“Oh, Christ, honey. Oh, my god, you are so tight, Lei. Christ, I have never felt anything like this. Fuck yourself baby. Let him fuck you hard. Yes, like that, just like that. Damn, Lei, he makes you even tighter for me. Yeah, I like this. Holy Christ, I like it a lot!”
“I gotta come, Lei. I’m gonna fuck you now even harder than he is. I’m going to shoot cum up inside your ass, okay, baby? Okay, honey? Are you ready for it?”
He was on his knees behind her, groaning, grunting, his cries, like hers, coming fast and hard. She had never felt anything like what she was feeling now. She felt it in her pussy, in her ass and in every nerve ending in her body. Then as her orgasm spilled over her, shattering her, she screamed a wild savage primal cry.
As she hit wave after shuddering wave of her orgasm, he grabbed her hips and pulled her tight up against him. He reached around and held her hands moving the dildo in and out fucking her harder and harder as he drove his cock deeper and deeper. He threw his head back. With a huge roar, he exploded, burying his cock high up in her ass, his ecstatic shouts echoing across the room.
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They lay together for what seemed like hours, rocked with wave after wave of passion. Over and over he told her how much he loved her and wanted her. She was his, would always be his. When he could stand he carried her into the bathroom and tenderly washed them both. He laid her damp body in their bed and crawled in beside her. He ran his hands over her, gently touching one sensitive place after another. He kissed her wherever he touched. In between kisses, he told her how beautiful she was, how she excited him, that he loved and craved her. She was his woman. She belonged to him. They fell asleep holding each other tight.
Early the next morning they lay together not speaking knowing that he had to get up in minutes. He turned to her, his voice husky, hard.
“Lei, I don’t want to leave you. This is killing me, honey. I’m proud of the campaign. I know we’re doing what is right. This is what we need to do, but I am crazy for you when you aren’t with me. I’m not all right.”
She heard the pain in his voice. It echoed through her. She knew what he meant. She understood. She ached when he wasn’t there. She was scared. She was never afraid when they were together, even if they were angry or arguing or not speaking. But when he was gone, the ugly doubts surged, the fears, the uncertainties and she wished with all her heart that he was here with her.
Chapter 11
Wyatt sat at his desk in the campaign office and thought about Lei. He could almost taste her, conjure up her smell. When he did, his prick rose up, more than making its presence felt. His breath came faster. Christ, he loved her. Last night was unbelievable. He thought about her, what they did, her wild abandon, his climax. Jesus, who knew you could come like that? He had had so many women in his life, but nothing came close to what he felt with Lei. Lei was different. Only with Vivian had he felt even close to this. But that was long ago and a sweet distant memory. Lei was now. Real. Beautiful. So much passion beneath that elegant exterior that he almost wept thinking about her.
“Maybe if I knew how, I could shoot off a gun and get your attention. Obviously, saying your name seven or eight times doesn’t do it.”
Tom stood in front of him and shook his head, a wry grin on his face.
“Jesus, Wyatt, I don’t know if letting you go to her is the best thing we can do or the worst. How long is it gonna take you to come back to earth, to us?”
Wyatt blushed, seeing and hearing Tom for the first time. He didn’t try to hide what he was feeling or thinking.
“I dunno, Tom. We’re going to have to figure out how to get her here. I need her. I need her with me. It’s as simple as that.”
Tom frowned and sighed. He added with a grimace, “I wish it was, Wyatt. Goddamn, I wish it was. I didn’t want to hit you with these as soon as you got back, but there’s no use putting it off.”
He put a stack of fliers on the desk and pulled up a chair across from Wyatt. He took a cigar from the humidor and handed it to Wyatt. He took another for himself and lit it. He shook his head then shoved one of the fliers across the desk to Wyatt.
Wyatt quirked a brow, acknowledging the strain on Tom’s face. “That bad, huh, Tom?”
“Worse.”
Wyatt lit his cigar and took several puffs on it, then picked up the stack of fliers. He looked at them, one by one. His face paled. His eyes widened with shock and then filled with tears. He sat for a long moment squeezing his eyes shut to stop the tears from falling. Then he picked up the stack and examined the fliers again, one after another. When he had looked at them all, he went back and found the most despicable ones. He looked up at Tom, his face hard, his eyes cold with rage. He said with a tight smile without a trace of mirth, “I’m going to kill that man.”
Tom didn’t respond. He sat quietly, agonizing over Wyatt’s pain.
Wyatt looked at him again and said, “Christ, Tom. Wait until Wan sees these.”
“He already has. Chief told me that he had a message from him. Wanted to know where he could find you. He’s on his way here now.”
Wyatt nodded. His expression was impassive, his eyes dark, unreadable.
The door opened. Chief and Alono walked in. Chief closed the door behind him. His face was pale, tight with anger, his eyes flashing. Alono looked as though someone had died. Even more than anger, his face and eyes were ravaged with pain.
Wyatt stood up and went to them both. Wordlessly, Chief put his arms around both men and pulled them tight to him. Wyatt put his arm around Alono and stroked his back the way you would a hurt child. Tom watched the three of them and fought back tears of his own.
After several minutes, Wyatt loosened his grip on them both and walked back to the desk. He nodded to Chief, and pulled up a chair for him and one for Alono. He put his arm around Alono’s shoulders, leaned down and whispered to him, “It’s okay, Brother. It’s okay. We’re gonna get the son of a bitch. You and me, Brother. We’re gonna get him.”
Alono nodded. He sunk into the chair, looking down to hide the tears on his face, but didn’t try to brush them away.
Wyatt turned to Tom. “Where did they put them, Tom?”
“Everywher
e. Christ, it’s like rain. They are fucking everywhere, Wyatt.”
Wyatt sat smoking his cigar, silent for several minutes.
“It’s like rape. A vile public rape. It’s as though they sat around in a group and thought of every sick thing they wanted to do to her. Then captured each depraved act on these fliers.”
At that moment, Sarah knocked on the door, opened it and started to say they had guests. Before she got the words out, a group of Chinese men pushed her aside, then parted as Wan Chang strode in. His face mirrored all of theirs. More intense, if possible. Like Alono, there was almost as much pain in his eyes as rage.
He looked at each of them and then held Wyatt’s gaze. He said one word. “Alone.”
Wyatt nodded. He gestured to the rest of them to leave the room. Chief frowned and shook his head no. But Wyatt went to the door and held it open for all of them and closed the door behind them.
He walked back to his desk and waited until Wan sat down. He sunk down in his chair across from him.
Wan picked up the stack of fliers. He methodically laid them out in a single layer. When the desk was covered with repulsive cartoon drawings of the woman they both loved more than anything in the world, he sat back.
Wyatt saw Wan’s pain grip him and his eyes fill with tears. His own cold rage was pressing so hard against his chest that he had difficulty drawing a full breath. Their eyes met and their mutual grief flooded them both.
The gruesome pictures portrayed Lei twisted and tied in every possible sexual position. Everything about her was exaggerated, magnified. Her breasts, her ass, her gaping cunt, her eyes. Every stereotypical Chinese feature had been grossly overdrawn, ugly. Many of the pictures included groups of men attacking her, fucking every hole at once. The more salacious ones portrayed a monstrous oversexed image of Wyatt. Again, amplifying every remotely Indian feature. Looking at the pictures again, Wyatt realized that he hadn’t understood the most shocking element until now. In every picture, the ‘cartoon Lei’ was enjoying everything that was being done to her. Her face was alight with grotesque passion. The hideous smile of an ugly whore who enjoyed being raped.
Wyatt began to pick up the pictures, but Wan reached over to stop him. Wyatt took Wan’s hands in his and held them tightly. He waited until Wan stopped resisting and an impassive mask settled on the older man’s face. At that point, Wyatt released his hands, picked up the pictures, turned them over, and put them in his desk drawer.
He reached in his humidor, took out a cigar for each of them and handed one to Wan. He went over to his cabinet and poured them each a tall glass of bourbon. Sitting back in his chair, he waited for the attack that was sure to come. To his surprise it did not.
Wan sat smoking his cigar and sipping on the bourbon. After he drained the glass – something Wyatt had never seen him do, he glared at Wyatt with hard cold eyes. Wyatt was startled. Wan had made a transformation, the likes of which Wyatt hadn’t seen before, except in himself. It was as though Wan had taken his anguish, his pain, and locked it in a solid block of cold fury. Wyatt now understood why Wan wanted to be alone with him. He needed to reach this place of concentrated rage.
Wan’s voice was low, cold fired with wrath. “This man must be stopped.”
Wyatt nodded, assuming that Wan meant physically, killed.
Wan continued, “I have tried to imagine the depths of depravity that would allow a man to create these pictures and then to distribute them. I know violent, vicious men. I am one. You are as well, Wyatt. We kill without compunction, as violently and viciously as the circumstances dictate. But to do this to an innocent young woman, a woman who has never done anything to you except be born Chinese and love an Indian who is about to defeat you? It requires a level of evil beyond mine.
“This man is too bad for us simply to kill him. If we mutilated him, viciously, piece by piece, then killed him, he would only be dead. It is not enough. No matter how much physical pain we inflicted, he wouldn’t remember it, wouldn’t live with it. Death would be a blessing.”
Wan’s face was a rigid stone mask, his words so quiet, Wyatt had to strain to hear them.
“We need to do more, Wyatt. We need to bring him down in a way that will cripple him, shame him, devastate him for the rest of his life. He is a public man. He despises you. The worst thing you can do is to destroy him in his chosen arena. You must become the first Indian governor of Wyoming married to a Chinese woman.”
Wyatt at first rejected Wan’s demand. “It’s not enough, Wan. I’m sorry. I disagree. I need… I have to… I must have his blood… see his agony…”
Wan shook his head, “No, Wyatt. The only way to hurt him as no other man can is for you to win this election.”
Wyatt struggled with his fury, then, closing his eyes for a moment, he began to see the wisdom in Wan’s words. He met Wan’s eyes and saw his anger reflected in the black depths. Wyatt took a deep breath, pressed his lips in a thin line, and reluctantly nodded his assent.
Wan spoke. “Given that, I will give you the best weapon you will have to destroy him. In addition to the rape of my daughter, it is the single best reason for you to win this election, and for me to support you.”
Wyatt stared at him in surprise.
“Bai gave me important information yesterday. I am in the process of confirming his story. If it is true, Grant Forrester is not only a corrupt, evil man, but he is doing in real life what he is doing to Lei in those cartoons. If Bai is correct, Grant is involved in a prostitution ring that is buying and selling young Chinese girls. They are bringing them to this country against their will, hidden in the holds of cargo ships. Many are as young as ten, none are older than fourteen. Again, if our information is correct, he is working directly with one of the most powerful branches of the Triads based in China. This fact alone, Wyatt, is worth your undivided attention. It is one thing to have disgruntled investors wanting to bring you down. It is quite another to be on the wrong side of the Triads.”
Wyatt was stunned. “Jesus Christ, Wan, this trumps everything. Any concerns I have had about running – and you can be goddamn sure I have as many as you have—this outranks them all. When will you know if it is true?”
“We know now. But I want personal confirmation from my source in the Triad. He is one of the three highest ranking leaders. I expect word from him today.”
“Do you object to my telling my team?”
“You know who can be trusted. Bai, Nianzu, and I are the only ones in the Sing Leon who have this information.”
Wyatt nodded. He rose to his feet and walked to the door, his body and face tight with tension.
~~~
Tom, Chief, Alono, Bai, and Nianzu were standing solemnly together outside Wyatt’s office. They all moved forward when he opened the door and motioned them to enter the room. When they were all seated, Wyatt held each of them in his gaze. He didn’t hide the molten anger in his eyes. Knowing they expected the conversation to be about Lei, instead, Wyatt turned to Bai.
“In a minute, I am going to ask Bai to relay information Wan has given me. First, understand this information is not to leave this room. I personally will tell Lei and Joey when I see them next. Wan will hold his men to secrecy. Chief and Alono would go to their grave before betraying a confidence from me. I am specifically saying this to you, Tom. I am not implying that you would be indiscreet, but I do not want anyone on your team or the broader campaign team to have this information. That includes the Caballeros. There will come a time when all of them will know and be working on this issue. For now, we must maintain strict secrecy. Bai, please tell Tom, Chief, and Alono what you have learned.”
Bai looked at Wan and asked in rapid Chinese whether he could reveal their sources and the name of the top person in the Triad.
Wyatt smiled and responded in Chinese, “If Wan asks you not to, I will not reveal the sources you just named.”
Wan said in Chinese, “Apparently you don’t know that Wyatt speaks fluent Chinese, Bai. Regardless, h
e can be trusted with any and all information. Please do not reveal it to the others.”
Bai flushed with embarrassment. In perfect clipped English, tinged with his unusual French accent, Bai described in detail the astonishing news Wan had told Wyatt. Tom, Chief, and Alono were shocked.
Tom spoke first.
“Holy Christ. How real is this? How good are your sources? Please understand why I need to know. If this is true, and, depending on where Grant is in the crime – how much responsibility he has—this is the issue that we have been looking for. It is how we will defeat him. Not to say anything about the hideousness of the crime.”
Bai replied, “It is our understanding that Grant Forrester is one of four people who head up the American side of the prostitution ring. We are determining precisely who is working for the Triads in China – and where they stand in the hierarchy.”
Wyatt spoke up. “Chinese prostitution is big business here and in China. What makes this unusual is the involvement of white men, American politicians. In terms of Grant Forrester, the critical questions we need to answer are these: Is he actively involved in a criminal activity? And, can we prove that? Finally, is he using profits from this illegal enterprise to fund his campaign? If the answers to those questions are yes, his campaign is dead. But, only if we have irrefutable proof. We need confirmation from your Triad principal, Wan. Then we need as much information about the prostitution ring as possible. It is essential we have proof of Grant’s involvement.”
Bai looked to Wan, seeking confirmation. Wan nodded his approval to the young man. Bai continued, his presence much stronger than his age would dictate. “We can find that information better than you can, Wyatt. For obvious reasons. Please allow us to manage this discovery. We will have convincing answers to all of your questions within two weeks.”
Wyatt’s eyes narrowed, then he nodded his consent. “Fine. Once we have irrefutable evidence, then those of us who are responsible for the campaign strategy - primarily Tom and me -will decide how and when we will make the information public.
