Page 24 of Now You See Him

Derrick understood what she meant way before Logan was able to process their next moves.

Tina gloried in the feel of her lover’s arms as he lifted her in a bridal carry and carted her to the bed.

After placing her on the bedspread, he carefully adjusted her body so her head hung off the side and she could look at Logan from an upside-down position.

Then he maneuvered between her bent knees.

His hands stroked over her soft skin from knee to hip.

The sensation was accompanied by the sound of Logan’s desperate attempts to get out of the chair.

When Derrick ran one finger over her clit and between her cunt, Tina’s eyes fluttered closed with a long, heartfelt sigh.

“Eyes open.” Derrick’s words were accompanied by a quick slap against her pussy lips. She yelped, her hips jerked, and her eyes flew open in time to see Logan’s shocked expression. It was as if he were staring at a stranger.

“This is me, Logan,” she whispered. Then laughed. It was so freeing and came from deep in her gut. “Derrick, show him how I come.”

Derrick did just that. He slipped two fingers inside her, pushing deep while he focused on teasing her clit with soft, gentle flicks of his tongue until she was writhing against his mouth, soaking his chin with her wetness.

“Derrick,” she cried out, keeping eye contact with Logan. “Derrick, you lick me so good . Yes, fuck me with your tongue.”

Her hips rolled to meet his eager mouth while she pinched her nipples, her shoulders pressing deep into the mattress as her back arched.

He edged her good and hard until she was begging for him to fuck her. Her skin was starting to glow from perspiration as she inched closer and closer to an orgasm, but Derrick deprived her from coming.

Logan continued to stare in shock, in horror at the picture they made. He would pause to stare before resuming his feeble attempts at breaking free.

Tina reached down and stroked her fingers through Derrick’s hair. “Enough, baby,” she whispered. Derrick’s tongue became insistent as he feasted harder and faster than he had before. Tina felt the orgasm rise just as Logan started to shout obscenities at her.

She came on a sigh, a giggle, her fingers plucking her swollen nipples as she delicately trembled under the onslaught of her pleasure.

Derrick kissed a trail over her stomach, between her breasts, and hovered over her body as he also took a moment to look at Logan.

“You murdered my brother,” he said calmly. His accusation cut Logan’s tirade short. “You murdered my brother,” Derrick repeated. “And you fucked his wife.”

“You can’t prove anything,” Logan spat.

“No,” Derrick said with a chuckle. He absently pressed a kiss to Tina’s collarbone. “No, I can’t prove anything. But I can make you regret it as I fuck your fiancé”

“T-Tina?”

She ignored the pathetic little whimper and pressed her knees into the mattress to make even more space for Derrick. When she felt the nudge of his cock against her entrance, Tina moaned again, writhing against the sheets.

“Fuck me, Derrick,” she whispered. “Fuck me bare.”

“What? No! Tina. Stop this. Stop it right now. Let me go!”

The sound of her fiancé’s protests turned into background noise as Derrick slowly pushed inside her.

He was familiar. The shape of his dick, the blunt head insistent and firm, making space inside of her as he worked his way deep, and she couldn’t catch her breath.

Her tongue tangled with his as he began to pump in and out of her in slow, insistent thrusts until he was finally balls deep.

“I’m fucking your woman,” Derrick said with a throaty laugh and a quick glance at the man in the chair.

“I’m so deep inside her that you could only dream of fucking her this good.

Did you know, Logan? Did you know that I made her my slut with her hips on your pillow?

Her come mixed with mine on your sheets? ”

Tina moaned at his words, at how hot they made her feel. Then she forgot about Logan altogether as he thrust into her hard, her heels bouncing against his lower back, her head jerking against the side of the mattress.

In that moment she felt powerful. Empowered. As if everything that Logan had done were inconsequential and that he was paying for his sins.

The sound of his struggling, of his cries for help, did nothing to take away from this moment for her. As her orgasm began building layer upon layer, as she kissed and stroked and urged Derrick on, she knew there was no going back.

She came with a cry, a sob, clinging to the sweat-slicked skin of her lover, who kissed her now with abandon. He cradled her close, fisting his hands in her hair as he rolled her so that she was on top, their skin sticking to each other in the warmth of the bedroom.

“Enough,” Logan called out. “L-let me go now. You made your point.”

Tina lifted her head long enough to shoot him a glare. That’s when she noticed the tent in his pants. He was getting off on watching her fuck another man. If this was pleasurable for him, then there was no doubt he would be even more excited by what was to come.

“We’re not done with you,” she said in a cheerful voice. Even though her cunt was sore, she knew she was about to take more. A lot more.

Tina rolled off Derrick and flopped back against the pillows. She heard him get up and move to the side table, where he opened the drawer on what had once been Logan’s side. That’s where he found the lubricant she’d made sure was there earlier.

“Damien wants to make sure she’s prepared,” Derrick said as he uncapped the tube and sat at Tina’s hip. Then he flipped her over, spread lube over his fingers, and slowly began to work them into her anus.

She moaned at the feel of his hands, at the pressure of his fingers prepping her ass, pushing past her ring.

“Y-you can’t be serious,” Logan cried.

“Why, because I always hated it with you?” Tina asked, gasping with every word. “Things change.”

Derrick pressed a kiss between her shoulder blades. “Ignore him,” he whispered. “You need to relax.”

Tina took that advice to heart as she focused on forcing the tension out of her muscles. That’s when she felt the first shiver at the nape of her neck. A trail of goose bumps erupted up her arm as if fingers traced the line of her shoulder down her bicep to her wrist.

Good girl , it said. This is what I wanted all along.

She looked over her shoulder at Derrick, whose eyes had gone nearly black.

“It’s time,” she whispered.

He nodded, then helped position her so she was lying on top of his chest. His trusting expression, lustful and needy, helped calm some of her nerves, especially when she felt Damien’s hands insistent on her waist.

“Damien’s going to take my ass now, Logan,” she called out as she lowered herself onto Derrick’s cock. “I’m going to be fucked by both the Sutter twins. What do you think about that?”

“Damien’s dead,” Logan spat. His hair was mussed, and his wrists were red from tugging at ghostly restraints.

“You’re being ridiculous, Tina. Derrick is just messing with your head.

However you did this, this parlor trick needs to stop.

” He let out a yelp as his head jerked back and to the side.

A red palm print bloomed on his fair skin.

“Watch how you talk to my woman; otherwise, you’ll get a matching mark on your other cheek,” Derrick said.

Tina moaned when she felt Derrick push deeper inside her, as if he hadn’t just fucked her to orgasm minutes before. She was shocked that he hadn’t come yet, but she’d learned over the past few weeks that he had stamina.

She sat on her knees and leaned forward just as Damien’s presence hovered at her back. She felt fingers at her ass and moaned as he began to play with her puckered hole.

“God, if you keep squeezing me like that, I’m not going to last,” Derrick said, hoarsely.

“I-I feel him,” she said as she stroked her hands over her lover’s cheeks. “I feel the head of his cock. He’s…oh god. Oh god . He’s forcing his way inside. I…oh, Derrick. Oh my god, I’m so full. I’m so full of cock. It’s like you’re both in my throat.”

Damien worked his way inside her, forcing himself into her anus as she breathed out and bore down on his cock.

She was losing herself in the pleasure, oblivious to anyone else in the room, ignorant of Logan’s shrieks of terror when he watched her slowly get fucked. Damien and Derrick began to loosen her up as they moved inside her.

“Yes, brother,” Derrick cried out. “Fuck her tight little ass.”

Damien’s hands gripped her breasts, holding her suspended over Derrick’s prone body.

He manipulated her nipples and waited so she could get adjusted to taking two large cocks at the same time.

She had to look amazing, and wished, just for a moment, that she could see herself suspended in air, an invisible force holding her up.

The sight was probably what had Logan screaming as he watched her ass jiggle on its own when really, she was being fucked by an invisible body from behind.

“Fuck me, boys,” she cried. She reached over her shoulder and almost felt the silky strands of Damien’s hair.

She was slick with sweat, and her skin made an obscene slapping sound as she was double dicked while begging both brothers to thrust into her, to be crude and rough and take her like the pawn she was.

A fucktoy in their game for power and domination.

A plaything that had power, too.

Because her pleasure was causing Logan pain.

She cried out as Damien pulled her back on his cock by gripping her hair. One of them rubbed her clit, and her orgasm barreled towards her, ready to crash any moment, consuming her and invading her bloodstream.

“Wait,” she called out. “I want him closer .”

Damien’s invisible chest pressed against her back, but she shook her head. “ Him ,” she said, pointing to a crying Logan.

Her ex’s chair scraped across the hardwood and over the area rug until his knees hit the side of the mattress and he was a foot away from writhing bodies, from the sound of panting and grunts and groans.

“See?” Tina said as she tossed back her hair and looked directly into Logan’s terrified eyes. “ This is how you fuck. This is how I like to be fucked. You could never please me the way that these men can. Do you see how wet I am? How horny they make me? Does it make you horny, too?”

She pointed at his crotch, having noticed the wet stain where, despite his fear, he’d come in his pants.

She wrapped her arms around Derrick’s shoulders and looked down at his adoring expression. “Make me come now,” she whispered. Then she leaned back against the invisible form. “Be rough, Damien. Take your vengeance.”

The Sutter brothers did as she asked. They forced her body to the peak of pleasure, and she was pinned between two solid walls with nowhere to ease the acute pleasure, her body so full that she struggled to breathe when they really began to fuck her with intensity.

And then she was coming, wailing, her vision clouding and pleasure blocking out all senses.

It was then she realized that Damien had untied Logan’s restraints, and just as she came, he bolted out of the room and out of her house.

Damien slipped out of her anus, his body leaving hers and the skin on her back cooling at his absence.

The candles flickered in a muted glow as she collapsed against Derrick’s chest. It rose and fell with labored breathing under her cheek.

His arms came around her and he held her close.

That’s when they heard the front door open and slam.

The sound of a car engine roared to life outside.

There was a flash of headlights, and then nothing.

It was a long time later before Derrick spoke. “Is it over?” he asked.

There was a part of her that was sorry to admit the truth. “It’s over,” she whispered. “It’s finally over.”