Her mouth snapped shut then, beautiful profile turning away.
“Cat got your tongue honey?” said Derek smoothly.
Those big brown eyes swung back to us, growing wide as she took in our male strength and dominance.
“Let me go,” she said again quietly. “And I promise I’ll never breathe a word of this to anyone.”
Derek shook his head.
“Naw, it’s too late baby girl. Because like we keep saying, we’ve already invested a shit ton, and it’s too late to stop now. We’re not giving up and besides honey, I think you’ll like it. I think you’ll like being our plaything,” he said nodding at me. “It’s sordid, but things could be worse right? At least mofo here is good-looking and in shape.”
She swung big brown eyes to take me in again, mouth opening slightly, the pulse in her neck beating like a butterfly. Shit, Katie wanted me, I could feel the blood boil in my veins. Oh shit, this was gonna be even better than expected.
“You can’t do this to me,” she breathed, never dropping her eyes from mine. “You can’t make me into your sex slave.”
I merely smiled back.
“Who said slave?” I asked mildly. “Slaves are bound against their will. But by the time we’re finished honey, you’re gonna be begging for it.”
And with that, I walked over to the closet and pulled out a v-shaped foam pad, about fifteen inches tall, in a deep purple color.
Katie merely turned wide eyes at me.
“What is that?” she asked breathily. “What is that? If you hurt me, I swear …” Her voice trailed off.
Derek threw his head back.
“Please baby girl, we’re not gonna hurt you one bit. Although if you ask us to, we’ll be more than happy,” he added with a lascivious smile. “This is to get you loosened up, to get you used to our touch,” he said.
“No, don’t do this,” she breathed again, eyes going wide. “Don’t do this, I’m a virgin, please don’t do this to a virgin.”
But I saw the way the slit between her legs grew pink and engorged, moistening before our eyes. And sure enough, a tell-tale drip began to coagulate at the base before slipping down her thigh, leaving a creamy trail.
“Trust me, baby girl, you’ll like it,” I reassured. “Nothing too crazy this first time, you’ll stay a virgin, I promise. We just want to take a look.”
And with that, Derek uncuffed her ankle from the sofa. Her hands were still tied together and immediately, the female made a dash for it, scrambling for the big oak door again.
“Help!” she shrieked, banging cuffed hands against the solid wood. “Help, help!”
Neither Derek nor I even budged. There was no one who could hear, no one who would come. We merely watched, amused, as the little girl tried to scream her way out.
But after five minutes, even Katie had had enough. She whirled towards us, eyes blazing.
“Don’t touch me,” she spat hoarsely. “Don’t come close.”
I stood, looming then. This was too much. No woman tells me where to taste, where to sample, where to caress. So in two long strides, I was by her side, hauling the curvy female into my arms.
“Shut up,” I ground out roughly. “Shut the fuck up, you’re ours now.”
But the brunette wasn’t giving up. Even immobile as she was, slung over my shoulder, she wasn’t giving up.
“Stop!” she screamed. “Ah ah ah mmmf!”
Because Derek had come up behind her and wrapped a handkerchief around her chin, effectively gagging the little girl.
“There,” he said smoothly. “I think things are gonna go a lot better for us now.”
And with that, I plopped her down in the middle of the room. The girl immediately tried to scramble up, but I pushed her until she was on all fours on the cream-colored rug, keeping one big hand on that luscious back.
“Stay,” I commanded. “Still.”
Sparks still flew from her eyes as she looked at me, but some part of her brain must have calculated the odds and directed her to listen. Because every inch of that creamy flesh quivered, sensitive and womanly, but the brunette didn’t resist. Instead, she was like a forest nymph, still poised for flight, but in thrall to the huntsman.
And grunting low in my throat, I kept one hand on her back while Derek slid the triangle mat underneath her tummy.
“Relax now,” he growled. “Relax and let all that tension out.”
Of course, Katie didn’t relax at all. A muffled sound coming out from behind the handkerchief, she began struggling again, trying to get away. But now she was pressed up against the foam wedge, the tip flush against her pussy, breasts dangling. And like a mofo, Derek reached beneath her torso and began stroking her boobs, squeezing the creamy flesh.
“That’s right,” he rumbled, blue eyes hot on the prone female form between us. “That’s right, relax,” he growled again, filling his hands full. “Give it up, it’ll be easier that way.”