Chapter 12
Friday afternoon had come and Derek slowly pulled his boat into the inlet. He turned and the Oglethorpe’s dock came into view. “Thia—I mean Sin—are you ready?”
“As ready as I’m going to be. Actually, I’m only a little apprehensive. I plan to have fun.”
“Good, but do stay alert, particularly if we get separated.”
“Oh, I’ll do that.”
A man dressed in a crewman’s uniform motioned to Derek, indicating the As You Wish should be docked behind the Natant Revel.
“Well I guess we are here, for better or worse. We will use two lines, front and back. If you throw him the stern lines he’ll tie them off, then throw him the bow lines.”
“Aye, aye, Capitan.”
“Don’t get smart, or I’ll make you walk the plank.” Thia just quirked her brow and went off to throw the lines to the man on the dock.
With the As You Wish secured, they passed their bags to the crewman. Derek hefted one of the paintings. Because of the artwork, they took the tram to the crest of the bluff. Sylvester met them at the top.
“Derek Anderson? I’m Sylvester Oglethorpe. Welcome to my home. Or should I say ‘welcome back,’ since you saw it last as a pirate, eh?” Sylvester looked at Sin. “It is Sin isn’t it?”
“Most people call me Thia but Derek prefers Sin.”
“Which do you prefer?”
She flashed Derek a smile filled with secrets and promises. “Sin does seem appropriate when I am with him.”
“Then Sin it is. Derek did you bring the paintings?”
“Yes, six of them anyway. I brought the smallest up because I think this is one your wife will particularly like. The others are packed and in the lounge near the stern. I had the frames made to your specification so I hope they are to your liking.”
“I will have them brought up and we can take a look later, but for now let’s relax with a drink out by the pool. Lilly and our assistant will join us there.”
The pool where the sexy contests took place or where the auction was held, near the hot tub? Thia hoped it was not the cascading pools where she’d be reminded of her interlude with Lei.
* * * *
Dinner was over when Sylvester invited Derek for a game of billiards, leaving the three ladies to their own devices.
The game room had two regulation-sized billiard tables, an arcade game and various game tables that could be used for board games or cards. The style was masculine and dark. The lights over the table provided plenty of illumination for playing, but allowed Sylvester to stand back in the shadows when he wanted. He’d offered Derek a drink when they first entered. Wary, Derek still nursed it an hour later as they played billiards.
“Derek, how long have you known Sin?”
“Just a few weeks. Not long before the masquerade, in fact.”
“She seems delightful.” Sylvester missed his shot, an easy one to Derek’s eye. He wondered if Sylvester missed on purpose in order to observe, while Derek was forced to play the table.
“She is. We have a lot of fun, but I don’t think she’s lived large. She’s delightfully naïve, though not quite as much now that we’ve been dating.” The two men shared a knowing smile.
“How lucky for you to find her when she was ready to explore.”
“I thought so, too. So far we’re extremely compatible sexually. Even better than I’d ever imagined.”
“How is that?”
Derek aimed down the length of his stick and smacked the ball into a grouping of three, sinking two. He chalked his cue and moved to the side to line up his next shot. “To date, she has done everything I’ve asked. Decorum dictates I don’t go into specifics.” He took the shot. Another ball sunk.
“Of course. Many of the people who attend our masquerades do so to let loose and live their fantasies. Sometimes we invite special friends for a day or two to do the same.”
“You fulfill fantasies?” Derek purposely missed the next shot, wanting Sylvester to concentrate on the game rather than studying him.
Sylvester shrugged modestly as he set down his drink and stepped to the table. “I like to think we provide a setting. It’s really quite private here. People often take advantage by performing activities in the open they wouldn’t anywhere else. It might be the freedom to skinny dip in the hot tub or having multiple partners in the garden. Lilly and I are quite liberally-minded.” He made his shot and positioned himself for the next one.
“I haven’t noticed the girls that were here the night of the masquerade. Do they entertain guests? Or does Lei?”
“Lei? Good Lord, no. She’s like a part of our family and rarely mixes with the guests. The other girls are living elsewhere now.” He aimed for a ball at the opposite end of the table. It bounced off the side but missed the pocket. “Your table. I think I might just have lost this game.”
Derek smiled. “I think you’re playing by some old fashioned rule that lets guests win.” He easily sunk the ball Sylvester missed, and the last two.
“Perhaps, but it was still a good game.” Sylvester put up the cues and Derek sipped his Scotch.
“There was plenty of alcohol at the masquerade. I wondered if you’d added anything to make people—” he raised a brow “—you know, a little more wild.”
Sylvester turned quickly and stared at Derek. “No, we served plain, old booze. I’ve found with most people it’s enough to forget archaic ideas of sexual restraint.”
Derek watched the liquid swirl in his glass. “I didn’t see anyone dealing anywhere, either.”
Sylvester straightened. “And you won’t. Not in this house. If I found any of my people using drugs, or providing them to anyone else, they’d be fired. Are you someone who uses, or is Sin? Because if so—”
“No. But I’m an artist, and not from a poor family. The parties I’m used to attending usually have something going on the side. Just to loosen people up. I was surprised I didn’t see any here, that’s all.”
“I hate drugs.” Sylvester jammed his hands in his pockets and peered into the shadows, distress etched on his face.
“Is there something I can do to help?” Derek lowered his voice. The fervor of Sylvester’s statement supported Derek’s hunch the man was not responsible for the smuggling. If Derek was right, that left his crew and Lilly—someone who had intimate knowledge of the Natant Revel.
Sylvester came back to himself. “No. Thank you. I must handle things on my own.” He slugged back the remainder of his whiskey. “Shall we join the ladies?”
Derek set his glass down. “That sounds good.” He followed Sylvester out of the room. “Who was the crewman who met us at the dock today?”
“Sergei? He’s a good man. Why do you ask?”
“Sin noticed him.”
Sylvester snorted. “All the women do. Lilly, thinks he’s the resident hunk on the Natant Revel.” Sylvester turned and gave Derek a look of curiosity. It changed into one of certainty. “I’m sure Sergei would love to answer any questions Sin might have.” His brows rose into his forehead. “Or are you the one who would like to question him?”
“He might be interested either way?”
They entered the living room but the women weren’t there. However, voices floated in with the breeze from the patio. “He’s a very adventurous young man. And, due to his looks, he’s often welcomed into the many guest bedrooms in the house. Shall I ask him to attend you tonight?”
“If he’s adventurous, I’d like his help in surprising Sin.”
“A fantasy of your own?” Sylvester asked the question with a smile.
“More, one of Sin’s that she doesn’t know enough to ask for.”
“How delightful. I’ll call Sergei now and you can talk to him.”
* * * *
Thia knew nothing of what was in store for her when Sylvester and Derek joined her and Lilly. The four of them chatted for an hour or more, mostly about the renovation job and the paintings of Derek’s they’d seen e
arlier.
Lilly told her how much she liked the paintings Derek had brought. Undercover or not, Derek would be receiving a good commission. No wonder he looked pleased.
Derek glanced Thia’s way and smiled. “Are you ready to go to our room? These people might want to get some sleep tonight.” He took her hand and pulled her to her feet.
Thia looked at Lilly. “I don’t think this has anything to do with sleep. I think he has something else on his mind.”
“If you’re lucky he does.”
“Can you blame me? Besides, I have a surprise for you.”
They said their goodnights and went inside.
“What is it?” she asked in a low voice.
“You’ll see. I’m sure you can’t guess what it is.”
“Will I like it?”
“I don’t know. I hope so.”
“Are you going to tie me up?”
“Hadn’t plan on it but I can if you like. I’m sure Sylvester has some rope around somewhere.”
“No, I’m just guessing.”
He laughed. “Well, you’re giving me ideas.” Derek opened their room door. “After you, my dear.”
Said the spider to the fly, she thought. She paused. “You look too pleased with yourself. Just what do you have planned?”
“You have to go in to find out.”
With a feeling of excitement mixed with trepidation, she walked into the room.
Derek closed the door behind them. “Take a quick shower but don’t get your hair wet. I want to brush it when you come out.”
She tossed him a nervous smile and went into the bathroom.
When Derek heard the water running he picked up the phone and called the crew’s quarters. “Sergei, give me half an hour. And bring about ten feet of light rope with you.”
He examined the room. Neither feminine nor masculine, the décor used heavy fabrics mixed with light, deep, rich colors combined with muted hues of the same color family. There were few pieces of furniture, a king sized bed with a simple oak headboard and footboard, an armoire with carved oak doors, a small vanity of cherry with curved legs and a tri-fold mirror. The mirror would be useful for reflecting various angles of the bed.
The window coverings consisted of a lightweight material serving only as a sunlight filter, and heavier draperies of dark green damask. The green on green pattern was hard to discern, but after examination Derek discovered the material covered with depictions of couples in different sexual positions.
The ivory satin and russet velvet bed covering held another secret. The stitching and pattern design held an optical illusion. Looked at one way, a bird pulled a worm from the ground, and tree branches turned and twisted to end at leaves. Looked at another way, a woman’s mouth sought a phallus, and cocks turned and twisted around feminine legs to end at vaginas. The work was skillfully done.
Derek was still smiling at the bed covering’s hidden picture when Sin emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel.
“Sit at the vanity.”
She did and Derek began to gently brush her hair. Her hair sifted through his fingers like black silk. Each stroke of the brush sent shivers rippling across her shoulders, and after a few minutes she sighed in contentment.
When a knock sounded at the door she started.
“Who is that, I wonder.”
Derek set the brush on the vanity. He pulled her hair back and brushed his lips on her neck. “Do you remember the man that tied off the lines when we docked? You know, the one you couldn’t keep your eyes off?” He took her earlobe between his teeth and bit lightly.
“Oh my God, why is he here?”
“He’s your surprise. I think when we let him in you’ll figure out soon enough why he’s here.” He kissed a path down the column of her neck to her shoulder.
“I don’t believe it.”
The knock came again, more softly. “I should let him in, hmm?”
“You’ll stay, too?”
“That’s the idea. The three of us will play.”
He felt shivers flow across her shoulders again, and sensed her anticipation. “Good,” he said. “I’ll let him in.”
Derek opened the door and gestured Sergei in. “Sin, this is Sergei and I told him he could see you naked.”
Thia felt a blush coming over her but couldn’t bring herself to say anything. Damn, I should stop this, but I truly don’t want to.
“You can’t be serious.” Derek just looked at her. Sergei grinned while taking in the full effect of her sitting at the vanity in nothing but a towel. He looked as though he’d won the lottery and couldn’t wait for the payoff.
“I am serious, sweetheart,” Derek finally said. “I’d planned for both of us to fuck you, but if you don’t want us to, I still promised he could see you naked. So if you don’t mind, would you stand and drop the towel?”
“Derek, uh, wow.” She laughed subconsciously, shifting her gaze from Derek to Sergei and back.
“I saw you get off the boat this morning, and thought how beautiful you are,” Sergei said. “I don’t want to embarrass you. I only want to make you feel good.” Then he grinned again. “And see you naked. I have thought about it all day.”
His sincerity made her laugh. Shaking her head, she stood and turned her back on the men. She loosened the towel and let it slowly, every so slowly inch down her back, over her buttocks and then drop to the floor.
She shot a glance over her shoulder. Derek nodded, encouraging her to be brave enough to face them. After a deep breath, she did, casting her eyes to the floor.
“My God, you’re more beautiful than I’d imagined.” At Sergei’s words, she raised her head and smiled.
“Thank you.”
After a few seconds of silence, Derek spoke. “Sin, which will it be?”
“Derek, do you really want me to do this?”
“The better question is, do you want to do it?” She started to speak but he interrupted. “Be honest.”
Sergei wore jeans and a dark green T-shirt. His erection tented his jeans and promised to rival Derek’s impressive cock. Images of Mary with two men on her flashed through Thia’s mind and she felt her whole body flush.
“How do we start? And why are you carrying rope, Sergei?”
Derek smiled and Sergei grinned a third time. He was adorable, but she hoped he didn’t grin too much during sex.
“The rope is only if we decide we want you tied up,” Derek explained. Derek closed the door at the same time Sergei pulled his T-shirt over his head.
“Sin, pull the covers down to the foot of the bed. Then get on it face down.” As she did Derek told Sergei, “Follow my lead.”
“Sure thing.”
Thia stretched out on the bed, face-down as Derek ordered. Excitement warred with anxiety. “Are you going to tell me what you’re going to do?”
“I don’t think so, sweetheart. Just relax and enjoy this.”
“Easier said than done,” she muttered.
Suddenly the bed dipped. Two pairs of bare knees bracketed her body. Fingernails skimmed the lengths of her legs, across her butt and up and down her back. Her tension drained away.
“That feels wonderful.”
“Good. It’ll get better, I promise. But from now on, I don’t want to hear another word but acknowledgement of my commands. Just ‘Yes sir.’ Do you understand?”
Their nails continued their path of pleasure. “Yes sir.”
Sin was dropping off to sleep when she heard, “Roll over.” With effort, she complied, putting up no resistance as her legs were spread again.
The men exchanged no words, but one stroked her thighs and the other pinched her nipples.
Her breathing deepened when hands moved from the top of her legs to rake her pubic hair and then to caress her pussy. The other hands massaged her breasts.
Once again, Derek didn’t speak but the men moved on the bed. It had to be Sergei who knelt between her legs and licked her pussy. She knew Derek’s tongue well. His
tongue was like his cock—thick and long, strong and sure with each stroke. This tongue was quick, sure and impatient. That didn’t affect the bliss spreading through her from his contact.
With her eyes closed—and they were—she’d know Derek’s kiss. His mouth took hers with a hunger she returned. His tongue invaded her mouth as Sergei’s invaded her pussy. She dug her nails into the bed cover and couldn’t stop a deep moan from slipping out.
Thia lost all sense of time. When Derek commanded she get on all fours, it could have been hours after they started their games. They helped her balance and she opened her eyes for the first time since getting on the bed.
Derek handed Sergei a condom. He must have been eight inches long and as thick as Derek. Her heart caught in her throat thinking of what he’d do with that cock. She squirmed. In anticipation? Yes, she wished they’d hurry. Her pussy wept moisture. She smelled of her need.
Derek gave Sergei a tube and gestured toward her ass.
Oh, God, oh, God. She’d never done that. The cream was cold on her ass but she hoped he used plenty of it.
“Please Derek—”
“No talking, Sin. We won’t hurt you. Just relax.”
Then he ensured her silence by filling her mouth with his dick. The familiar taste of him helped her forget for a few moments what Sergei was doing at her back.
Then she felt him probe her anus. Immediately she tensed. “Shh, don’t do that, honey. Just relax.” Derek placed his hands on either side of her head and used his thumbs to stroke her cheeks. He pumped his hips against her mouth slowly while he tried to soothe her.
Sergei entered her using great patience, pushing until he felt the tension, then stopping until she relaxed her muscles. He smoothed his hands over her butt and leaned over to lave her spine with his tongue. The sensation of having her ass filled was different from when Derek filled her pussy. It wasn’t at all unpleasant, as she’d feared. Sergei had insinuated his dick several inches into her asshole and now was pulling out and pushing in, still gently. At the same time, he used one hand to pet her ass and the other to stroke her clit.
“Good girl,” Derek murmured, pumping her mouth faster.
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