Raw Silk

by Lisabet Sarai

  He slid in easily, and yet, he felt huge, the size of a Coke bottle—no, a wine bottle. The image made her burn. Her flesh was stretched taut, like the strings of some celestial instrument. His slightest movement set up exquisite vibrations.

  Kate wrapped her legs tightly around him, but Uthai gently loosened her grip, signalling her to relax. He supported her, one hand under each thigh, and moved her up and down his pole. On the down stroke, he let her weight drive him deep into her, until all ten inches of his cock filled her sex.

  Uthai had complete control of her body. Kate did not even need to hold on. She cupped and caressed her breasts, pinched and pulled on her nipples. Her cunt muscles contracted deliciously.

  Kate ventured a glance at Uthai’s face. He was serious, attentive, focused. She smiled at him as she reached between her legs and grasped the slick rod of tumescent flesh where it entered her. She could hardly get her fingers around it.

  She squeezed, as hard as she could. Uthai moaned, and then broke into a shy grin. He doubled the speed of his thrusts, plunging in and out of her like the piston of some powerful engine.

  Kate closed her eyes, concentrating on the volcano of pleasure erupting inside her. Rivers of sensation coursed through her body, hot, wet, all-engulfing.

  Uthai slowed his strokes as she came, but did not stop. He continued to sweep his cock-flesh over her sensitised tissues, triggering delightful aftershocks.

  Kate suddenly realised that she had forgotten their audience. Uthai’s physical prowess had completely distracted her. She stole a glance over at the sofa.

  Somtow was watching intently, his sensual lips half-parted, his dark eyes bright with lust. However, he was not just watching.

  He lay on his side on the couch. In front of him, her back to his chest, lay Orapin. Her knees were drawn up. Kate could clearly see Somtow’s penis, languidly sliding in and out of the Thai woman’s sex.

  Orapin had the ripe body of a mature woman. Her breasts swelled to large, dark nipples. Her cunt-hair grew more thickly than the girls Kate had seen at the bar, though still sparser than Kate’s own. Her ivory-toned skin looked silky-soft. Kate longed to stroke her fingers over that flesh, to trace the fullness of those hips and the roundness of that belly.

  The Thai woman’s eyes were closed. She was breathing heavily, and gave a low moan as Somtow, noticing Kate’s scrutiny, increased the pace and force of his thrusts. Obviously she was not simply a passive servant to her master’s desire.

  Uthai shifted his hands to Kate’s buttocks, recapturing her attention. She clamped him with her legs as he squatted, his cock still inside her, and laid her on her back on the lushly-carpeted floor. Still on his haunches, he resumed his thrusts. He kept hold of her ass, so that her hips were suspended a few inches above the floor. As he pushed deep into her, he twisted and rotated her pelvis, stimulating every corner and crevice of her inner depths.

  After orgasm, the sensations in her cunt were subtly different, less urgent yet more acute. Kate felt wider, more open. Uthai still fit snugly but no longer stretched her. He moved fluidly, with confidence and grace. As if he were dancing, thought Kate.

  Little birdlike cries came from the direction of the couch. Kate could no longer see them, but she knew that Somtow had brought Orapin to climax. As if this were a signal, Uthai paused, and, much to her disappointment, withdrew his penis.

  “Turn over, please,” he said, the first time he had spoken since their introduction.

  Kate rolled over and onto her hands and knees. Uthai was now kneeling behind her. She gave a sigh of relief and pleasure as he sank his cock back into her aching cunt.

  In this new, grounded position, Uthai was rougher and more forceful. His penis was a battering ram, hammering at the gates of her womb. An edge of pain tinged his strokes as he raked his cock across her raw, swollen tissues. She loved it.

  Her eyes squeezed shut, she wriggled and pressed her ass against him. More, she begged silently. Harder. She remembered his face, fierce and passionate, as he buggered Somtow. Did he have that expression now?

  Kate felt a disturbance of the air, a presence in front of her, and soft lips on hers. It was Orapin. The Thai woman smiled at her sweetly and brushed the damp curls from her forehead. Then she lay down on her back and pushed her body forward between Kate’s arms. Within moments, Orapin’s glistening sex was directly below her nose, and Orapin’s tongue was lapping at her clit.

  The added stimulation was almost more than Kate could bear. The servant was as expert, in her own way, as Uthai. First she flicked and teased the rigid, sensitive flesh protruding from Kate’s lips, barely touching it, till Kate screamed inside for more contact. Then she took Kate fully into her mouth, sucking and kneading with her tongue until the sensations became overwhelming.

  The hot musk of Orapin’s sex rose to Kate’s nostrils, recalling the taste of Kate’s nameless partner earlier that evening. Before Kate could react, Somtow joined them. He straddled Orapin and inserted his organ into her well-lubricated channel, inches from Kate’s face. Then he bent to kiss Kate, long and hard.

  She watched, fascinated, as his cock ploughed his servant’s ripe cunt. She knew, so well now, what Orapin was feeling.

  A great joy welled up in her. Uthai and Somtow thrust in the same, accelerating rhythm. Orapin’s tongue danced over her clit. The world burned in magnificent lust.

  Kate bent her head and burrowed through Orapin’s bush. Her tongue found the Thai woman’s clit and played there, urging her on to climax. Then, a slight adjustment, and she was licking the juices off Somtow’s cock, following it down into Orapin’s folds.

  Orapin gave a muffled cry as climax took her. Her hips writhed and jerked, wringing a moan from Somtow and bringing him over the edge. In her ecstasy, she clamped her teeth down on Kate’s clit. Kate was too far gone to distinguish pain from pleasure; her sex convulsed with an orgasm so intense that it brought tears to her eyes. Dimly, through the veils of her own pleasure, she heard Uthai growl and felt the surging energy of his release.

  Four exhausted, sweaty bodies sprawled on the rich carpet. As Kate regained her senses, she realised that she was inexplicably, deliriously happy. Joy bubbled inside her, like champagne. Laughter threatened to overwhelm her.

  Her head rested on Somtow’s flat, firm stomach. He gently stroked her hair, running his fingers through the tangled ringlets. His other hand stroked Uthai’s buttocks. The performer lay face down, his shaven skull cradled in Orapin’s lap. The maid sat leaning against the couch, a serene smile on her full lips.

  No one spoke, but Kate could sense Somtow’s gratitude and delight. Meanwhile, she scrutinized her own emotions. Why did she feel so buoyant, so joyous? It was only sex. Then she understood her own error, that the line between sex and love was so thin that it might easily dissolve in the warm flood of mutual pleasuring.

  She felt love for Uthai, for Orapin, and most of all for the shameless and insatiable Somtow. Finally, too, she felt love for herself, so free and ready to savour whatever carnal treats her life might offer.

  Then she had another realisation. She could not tell Somtow about Harrison and his plot, not now. He was open and unashamed about his sexual adventures, but it would be a terrible loss of face for him to learn that his preoccupation with her had jeopardized his company. Perhaps after the situation was resolved, she could break the news to him gently. For now, though, she would have to look elsewhere for assistance.

  She would have to ask Marshall for help. With his skills and connections, he would undoubtedly be able to devise a plan. Kate wondered, half in anticipation and half in fear, what he would demand in return.

  Chapter Nine

  Crime and Punishment

  Kate’s telephone was ringing when she walked in the door the next morning. She was not surprised to find that it was Gregory.

  “Kate! What happened to you last night?” She warmed at his tone of concern. “I came looking for you, after your most remarkable performance. Lek told me tha
t you had left in a great hurry.

  “I hope that you were not upset by what you did with Arun,” he continued. Kate silently noted the name. “You seemed, at the time, to find it quite natural.”

  “It had nothing to do with Arun,” she replied. “I saw Edward Harrison in the bar, and he saw me. I had to get away before he recognised me.”

  Gregory caught the edge in her voice. “Was that all?”

  “Well, no. With Lek’s assistance, I learned some very disturbing things about Mr Edward Harrison.”

  “Gregory, I need your help.” Kate tried not to sound like she was pleading. “Harrison is about to commit a crime, and I need your help to stop him.”

  A hint of his characteristic irony crept into Marshall’s voice. “This sounds intriguing. Tell me about it.”

  “Not over the phone,” she replied. “Meet me tomorrow afternoon in the Montien Hotel bar. Five o’clock. Then I will give you all the details.”

  “I’m looking forward to it,” Gregory said smoothly. “See you then.”

  She felt a little flare of anger as she hung up. Why wouldn’t he take her seriously?

  At DigiThai on Monday, Kate tried to act normal. Harrison was out of the office until noon, so that helped. When he did arrive, he seemed preoccupied. He greeted her with his usual effusiveness, then spent the afternoon behind a closed door.

  Kate tried to stay alert, to notice anything out of the ordinary. On her way to the laser printer to pick up some output, she passed Wang, engaged in heavy conversation with Malawee. The woman looked a bit perplexed. On her way past in the other direction, Kate slowed and tried to eavesdrop.

  “Come on, Malee,” said Wang, “you can trust me. Mr Harrison wants to make sure that at least three of us know the password…”

  Kate pondered what she had heard. Was Wang in on the plot, or simply Harrison’s innocent dupe? She decided to take no chances, and changed the password on her archived code before leaving to meet Marshall.

  She walked into the bar promptly at five, to find that Gregory had already arrived. He lounged at a round table in a dimly-lit corner of the bar. He surprised her by rising as she approached, and taking her hand.

  “Kate! You look lovely, as usual.” She was wearing a simple cotton blouse and straight skirt. “Though not as lovely as the last time I saw you.” He grinned provocatively. He was dressed more formally than was his custom, in a suit of jet-black raw silk. There was a silver ring on every finger, and now Kate noticed, a silver stud in his left earlobe.

  Kate blushed. As usual, the heat of his touch inflamed her. She sat down, trying to mask her embarrassment.

  “Good afternoon, Gregory,” she said. She ordered a gin and tonic from the tuxedo-clad waiter who appeared almost immediately. Marshall already had a beer sitting before him.

  “Now then, Kate,” he said, settling back and smiling at her. “Tell me your tale.”

  Struggling to sound coherent and in control, Kate related the conversation that Lek had overheard. She also told Marshall about the success of her recent projective 3D demos, and how she had hidden in the alley while Harrison and his cronies strolled by, discussing the plot.

  “Lek said that they talked about ‘millions of baht,’” she concluded, her voice shaking despite herself. “And Harrison promised to hand over the software sometime this week.”

  Gregory rested his hand on his chin, thinking hard. “I believe I know the identity of Harrison’s partners. Sayed Hakim and Herbert Malachevsky, co-owners of TFX Limited. Definitely a second-rate company, but in the same general business as DigiThai. I wonder how they would manage to pull together that much money.”

  He turned his attention back to Kate. “Is there anything else, Kate?” he asked. “You seem upset. I can understand you being angry that they would steal your work, but this seems more—personal.”

  Damn his intuition, thought Kate. She couldn’t tell him about her own role as decoy, not without revealing her relationship with Somtow. “No, that’s all,” she said.

  “Kate,” Marshall speared her with his gaze, “you must be honest with me. Don’t be afraid.”

  His mixed tone of kindness and authority melted her resistance. Her anger and shame both rekindled as she told him what she had learned in the alley.

  Gregory chuckled a bit. “So Harrison hired you, Kate, to distract Somtow. I suspect that he got a bit more than he bargained for!”

  “I can’t stand the thought that he used me this way.” Kate exclaimed. “And I hate to think that I brought trouble on Somtow.”

  “Don’t blame yourself, Kate.” His voice held a sudden gentleness. “After all, who could resist you?”

  Kate was silent for a moment, pondering his good-natured response to the news that she had another lover.

  “I knew that you were seeing Somtow,” he remarked, once more showing an uncanny awareness of her thoughts. “I decided not to say anything; I was waiting for you to tell me.” Kate looked down at her lap. “I know him reasonably well. He’s a good sort. I thought you might need someone like him, to counterbalance me. That perhaps you were not ready for a steady diet of domination.

  “At some point,” he continued softly, “you may decide to give him up, understanding that you need and want only me. Until then, you may continue your innocent little fling.”

  Innocent! thought Kate. If only Gregory knew of the scene they had played on Saturday night.

  “By the way, where were you Saturday night, after you left The Grotto?” Marshall shifted in his seat and leaned toward her. “I called you at home again and again, but there was no answer.”

  Kate was mortified. “I was at Somtow’s house,” she said briefly.

  “And…?” He lifted her chin and looked into her eyes. “Tell me, Kate. All the juicy parts.”

  So she found herself describing her encounter with Uthai, Orapin and Somtow, watching Marshall’s expressions change as she added one graphic detail after another. She was trying to shock him, but he merely looked amused. Meanwhile, her sex grew wet and her nipples swelled as she relived the experience.

  “Thank you, Kate,” said Gregory when she had concluded. “That was well told.” He stroked her cheek affectionately. “You never cease to amaze me.”

  He sat back again. “Now, let’s make some plans. I will bet that I can do a fairly decent impersonation of Harrison over the telephone…” He seemed to slump a bit, his gaze defocused, and he rubbed one hand over the other, one of Edward Harrison’s distinctive mannerisms. “Katherine, my dear, I appreciate all the effort that you have expended on behalf of DigiThai. Be assured that you will reap your reward.”

  Kate was astonished. The voice, the inflections, the sentence structure, were all Harrison’s.

  “That is amazing!” she exclaimed. “How did you do that?”

  Marshall grinned. “Observation, and practice. When I got out of college, I spent several years with a theatre troupe, travelling around Australia. We did everything from Strindberg to slapstick. I left when I thought I had learned all that they could teach me.”

  “I knew it,” Kate said. “The first day we met, I thought you had dramatic training. You seemed so thoroughly adept as manipulating the emotions of your poor audience.”

  “Well, now I’ll put those skills at your service. I will give Malechevksy a call, pretending to be Harrison, and set up the exchange. Meanwhile, you need to put together a package that will convince them it is the software Harrison promised them. We don’t want them to discover, at least not for a while, that Harrison has fleeced them.”

  “Then, we will think up a suitable punishment for Edward Harrison, to compensate for your humiliation. Something that he will find painful—and personal.”

  Kate shivered despite herself. She would not want Gregory Marshall as an enemy.

  “Let me consider this for a while, and work up something appropriate. I’ll call you tomorrow or Wednesday to let you know how things are going. How does that sound?”

 
; Kate felt intense relief. She had no doubt that she and Marshall could thwart, and punish, Harrison.

  “Thank you, Gregory,” she said sincerely. “I really appreciate your help.”

  His eyebrows arched and a mischievous twinkle came to his eyes. “Well, I am wondering what I should ask of you in return.”

  Kate blushed again. By now, she should be used to his manner, but he still managed to simultaneously thrill and embarrass her.

  “We could go upstairs to Room 1263,” he continued, as if talking to himself. “I rather thought that was what you had in mind, when you suggested that we meet here at the Montien.”

  Kate started to protest, then stopped short. Was there any truth at all in his statement? Why, in fact, had she chosen this place for their rendezvous?

  “Unfortunately,” he said, his voice sincere but his eyes laughing, “I have an appointment later this evening. So, I couldn’t give you the time and attention that you deserve.”

  Kate squirmed in her seat. Disappointment washed over her. An image briefly flashed through her mind, her own naked body bent double over a chair, while Gregory stood behind her wielding a heavy leather strap. The picture was so vivid and unexpected that she sucked in her breath. Her cunt muscles contracted. She searched Gregory’s face. Was he responsible for her wayward mind?

  The black-haired giant kept his expression bland and pleasant, offering no clues and no admissions. “I do feel that you owe me something for my help, though—beyond the normal obedience that you owe me as your master.” A flame kindled suddenly in his dark eyes. “Under the table. Now.”

  “What…” Kate began to object, but his probing gaze silenced her. She glanced around nervously, to see if anyone was watching. The bar had filled up, but the patrons all seemed to be engrossed with their own companions. Besides, the table Gregory had chosen was in a shadowy, out-of-the-way corner. Without further hesitation, she slipped under the table and rested there on her knees, awaiting further instructions.