Faith's Revenge (New Reality Series, Book Four)

by Suzanne Graham

  Faith’s mouth watered as her eyes locked on the thick, black, tightly curled hair covering Deja’s pussy coated in her juices. Faith wanted to taste this beautiful dark woman. Her own vagina tightened in anticipation of sliding her tongue deep inside and mashing her mouth on Deja until she made her come hard. She hoped Deja would grab a handful of Faith’s hair and press her face hard into Deja’s pussy. That hadn’t been done to Faith in a long time…too long.

  She would get the information she needed to save her brother, so there was no need for her to not enjoy this. She inched her face nearer and nearer. Closing her eyes, she darted her tongue out, eager to enjoy Deja’s sweet nectar.

  As Faith began to lick, Deja’s body tensed, and she pulled back on Faith’s hair so hard she lost contact with Deja’s pussy. Surprised by the abrupt stop, Faith looked up into Deja’s face, searching for clues to the woman’s actions. There, Faith found Deja’s internal struggle clearly written in her eyes. Deja didn’t want to need this from Faith…but she did.

  Exhaling a deep breath, Deja seemed to give up resisting her desire and shoved Faith’s face back between her legs. Faith’s tongue made contact and slid inside Deja.

  Faith worked her tongue and lips over Deja’s pussy with uncontrolled passion, the taste of the dark woman making Faith’s heart pump faster.

  Deja wobbled, and Faith felt the woman begin to fall backward. Behind the desk, Trake rose from his chair as Faith whipped her arms around Deja to steady her as she continued to probe with her tongue. Deja couldn’t pull away now if she wanted to as Faith had her in a strong vise-like grip while she orally assaulted the beautiful Aristo.

  When Deja’s orgasm hit, her body shook violently, her muscles clenching and trembling. Crying out, she fell into Trake’s hold, but Faith wasn’t finished with her.

  Trake lowered Deja to the floor, laying her on her back, as she jerked with post-orgasmic spasms. He expected Faith to stop her oral assault on Deja, but she continued. His cock was rock hard as he watched Faith draw Deja’s clit into her mouth, eagerly sucking down Deja’s copious juices.

  This woman loves pussy. She also wanted him; he was sure of that. His body made an involuntary shudder at the thought of her passion turned on him.

  He wanted this woman, and he had to have her. He didn’t care what it took; he would have her. He wanted to posses her, to feel her, to be inside her. To wrap his arms around her. To love her?

  It was all he could do to control himself from enacting his desire to grab her thick, womanly body and shove his tongue down her throat, kissing her hard. Then he’d throw her down on his desk and slide his cock deep into her pussy, pounding her until she came multiple times.

  If he had known she was this hot, he wouldn’t have been able to resist her previously. How could any man, or woman, let her go after being exposed to her intense passion?

  Chapter Two

  Faith sat back on her heels in a submissive pose, kneeling with her hands upturned on her thighs. As she watched, Deja opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling. It seemed to take the Aristo a moment to remember she was on the floor of Trake’s office.

  He offered a hand, and Deja grabbed it. When she was back on her feet, she glared down her nose at Faith. Then she grabbed Trake around his waist, turning him so his back was against her chest. He didn’t seem to offer any resistance as she reached around and grabbed his penis through his pants.

  “You want this big, black dick, don’t you?” Deja cooed to Faith as she unzipped Trake’s trousers and pulled out his long, thick penis.

  Faith licked her lips in anticipation as Deja laughed at her.

  Closing her eyes, Faith reminded herself to be more careful. She’d gotten carried away, but she couldn’t help it. That woman had tasted so good, and now there would be hell to pay for causing Deja to lose control like that.

  Faith’s clit throbbed in anticipation of what it would be. She wanted to come so badly. Would that be what Deja would deny her?

  God, she hoped not! As long as Deja allowed Faith to come, she would do anything.

  Trake’s rock hard penis struck the side of her face. The musky scent filled her nostrils, making her momentarily dizzy.

  “Pay attention, slut,” Deja barked at her.

  Faith slowly opened her eyes and looked up at Deja holding Trake’s cock.

  Deja whipped it to the side and struck Faith’s face with it again as Trake gazed down at her with heat in his eyes.

  Faith knew she should act as if this was upsetting her, but she also knew she wasn’t that good of an actress. She wanted Trake to impale her mouth with that long, thick, dark penis until he flooded her with his semen, and according to the flaring of his nostrils, he hungered for her, as well.

  “Hands behind your back,” Deja said coldly.

  Faith quickly clasped her hands behind her. Deja would hurt her, but how would she do it? Faith trembled with fear and anticipation.

  Glancing up at Trake, she was overcome by a surge of warm feelings for this beautiful man. She yearned to do whatever he wanted, to give him whatever he needed. She’d been so worried about him these past few months as the stress from his position seemed to be eating him alive from the inside.

  “Open wide,” Deja demanded before slowly inserting Trake’s penis into Faith’s mouth.

  Faith unconsciously freed her hands and reached to touch her throbbing sex, just a few light strokes. She couldn’t take much more of this, this pure torture of giving but not receiving her own release.

  “Put your hands back,” Deja ordered. “You disobey me, and you get nothing!”

  A cold chill went through Faith’s body as she realized the meaning of Deja’s words went further than a denied orgasm. Oh, she couldn’t risk Collin!

  Faith accidentally bit down on Trake’s penis as the thought washed through her. He jerked a bit but suppressed any other reaction.

  Her mouth went suddenly dry, and Trake’s penis became an invader choking her.

  A surge of hate for the other woman rose within Faith. Deja had gotten her revenge by taking away Faith’s enjoyment.

  She raised her gaze to Trake’s face. His jaw clenched as if he was concealing his discomfort, but he neither reprimanded her nor drew Deja’s attention to Faith’s misbehavior. Immediately, she opened her mouth wider, causing her mouth to flood with saliva. The relief on his face was instantaneous.

  Faith realized he would have endured the pain rather than let Deja know, and now, she could save this session and still enjoy it. She would enjoy pleasing him. She would do anything for him because she knew he would do anything for her.

  I want to belong to you Trake, she thought to herself with a deep longing.

  As if Deja could see Faith’s pleasure in servicing Trake and disliked her for it, she yanked Faith’s head back. “Get on the desk,” Deja bit out.

  A shiver of fear went through Faith as she pulled her mouth off Trake’s penis, a long stream of saliva trailing between them. Even though Faith was ninety-nine percent sure Deja wasn’t attracted to men, the Aristo woman apparently had a strong sense of ownership over Trake.

  Faith stood, keeping her hands tightly clasped behind her back.

  “On your stomach,” Deja ordered.

  Faith slowly bent over the desk. Widening her stance, she laid her cheek down as she presented her ass to full view. Her juices seeped through her pubic hair as she imagined Trake pounding her from behind. She could almost come just thinking about him.

  Walking around the desk to Faith’s head, Deja violently shoved the gusset of her panties in Faith’s mouth, gagging her. Pulling the elastic sides past Faith’s cheeks, Deja jerked Faith’s head back.

  “Arggg,” she cried out in pain, catching a glimpse of Trake making a move forward as if to help her, but Deja held up a hand, stopping him.

  “Really, you think she hasn’t done this before?” Deja said, her words dripping sarcasm.

  Trake regarded her with narrowed eyes, but before he respond
ed, Deja handed him the makeshift reins.

  “Here. Hold these, and ride her hard!” Deja demanded.

  Trake paused, unsure what to do, but he was about to burst. He’d never wanted something so much in his life. Yes, this was not the first time Faith had been gagged and fucked bent over a desk. He knew that now. However, he wanted her, he needed her, and he was sure she wanted him too.

  Trake roughly took the ends of Deja’s panties from her, firmly grabbing them in one hand. Deja would want a show; she wouldn’t be satisfied unless she thought Faith was being punished.

  We are all going to get what we want. He slid his penis into Faith from behind, meeting no resistance. Her pussy was like fire as he buried himself deeply. Faith groaned in pleasure, and he pulled harder on the gag, snapping her head back.

  “Spank her ass!” Deja said with growing excitement.

  Trake swung his open hand and gave Faith’s fleshy backside a solid smack.

  “Again!” Deja shouted as she slipped a hand under her skirt.

  Trake continued to spank Faith’s ass as he forcefully fucked her. Her back arched at a severe angle as he pounded her against the desk from behind. Her body convulsed as an orgasm ripped through her, taking Trake higher as her pussy clenched around him, rocketing him toward an epic climax.

  His repeated slapping raised a red welt on her ass. He didn’t want to hurt her, but he couldn’t hold back. He was about to come…just a little bit more. Another orgasm caused Faith to quake violently, and Trake had to pull sharply on the gag to maintain his control of her.

  As Trake slammed into Faith on the desk, it was everything he’d wanted it to be. He loved the way her full body felt under him. He enjoyed how she responded with honest desire for him. He just wished it wasn’t going to be a one-time event.

  Finally, he came with fast, short thrusts. Lightheadedness overwhelmed him, and he fell forward, pressing Faith into the desk. Bent over her, he breathed rapidly. Her body rose and fell beneath him as she caught her own breath.

  Behind him, he heard Deja’s hand rubbing vigorously under her skirt as she worked at bringing herself off.

  Faith angled her head to look at Trake out of the corner of her eye, and he was surprised to see she seemed happy. When he started to pull away from her, the tips of her fingers touched his abdomen as if to stop him. He sank back into her, their joined sexes throbbing in unison.

  He needed this woman. The thought scared him; he didn’t know what that desire would make him do. He had fallen for her, and he knew Deja hated him for it. She certainly had to understand he didn’t feel that way about her because she didn’t feel that way about him, but he could tell it still hurt her after all the years they’d been together as close friends.

  Regardless of Deja’s feelings about Trake, it was impossible for him to be with Faith. Because of his society’s stupid rules about no mixing between the black Aristos and the white lower class, they couldn’t have a normal relationship. It was nothing she’d done or could change about herself; she simply wasn’t an Aristo, and never before had he held such a deep determination to change the system.

  Behind him, he heard Deja come. Even though she tried to suppress her grunts, he could tell it was a huge orgasm for her. She’d been inflamed while engaging in their scene. Having fewer and fewer opportunities to play seemed to be making her more intense, almost as if she were unable to stop herself from going too far. Fortunately, Faith didn’t seem to have any trouble taking Deja’s abuse.

  Lifting his torso off Faith, Trake pulled his cock from her. Normally, he’d be awash in post-coital regret, but not this time. Now he only felt a need to find some way to be with Faith again.

  After making sure her clothes were arranged properly, Deja turned to the door and made to leave, but Trake reached out and grabbed her arm, yanking her back.

  “Hey!” Deja said startled, giving him an angry look.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” he demanded.

  Deja pulled her arm from his grip.

  Faith stood and slowly retrieved her clothes, obviously trying not to draw attention to herself. However, Trake could tell she was listening as if her brother’s life depended on the outcome of the conversation, and it probably did. He wouldn’t let Faith down. This was one thing he could do for her.

  “What, Trake?” Deja said exasperated.

  Trake sighed. It was clearly a test to see how forceful he would get in trying to help Faith. “She needs information on her brother who’s been taken into custody,” he said simply.

  There was no need to explain the danger of obtaining that sort of information. Without a valid reason or Deja’s level of clearance, anyone caught searching those data records risked imprisonment. The D.C. Royal Government had an overabundance of Artificial Intelligence scanner programs that would notice any such activity and initiate an investigation.

  Deja stared hard at Trake as silence filled the room, broken only by the quiet sounds of Faith dressing herself. Deja’s eyes softened, and she walked closer to Trake, placing her mouth next to his ear. “My passcode is you.” She quickly turned and strode toward the door.

  Trake was momentarily stunned, unable to stop her.

  Deja stood facing the door and waited for Faith to unlock it with the master key.

  After closing the door behind Deja, Faith turned to him as he slowly walked around his desk, lowering himself into the chair.

  “Is she able to h-help?” Faith said in a quiet voice that cracked a little.

  Trake looked up, startled out of his concentration. “What? Oh…” He rubbed his forehead absentmindedly. “Yes, I think so. This may take some time.”

  The anxiety clouding her face had him back on his feet and heading toward her, wanting to pull her into his arms. But as he stood before her, he gazed at his outstretched hands and quickly pulled them down to his sides. He had no right to take any more from her. She’d paid enough for news about her brother.

  “Don’t worry,” he reassured her. “I’ll get the information if I have to go to Deja’s house tonight and shake it out of her.”

  Faith’s lips lifted in a tentative smile. “Thank you.”

  Rubbing the back of his neck, Trake was suddenly overcome by guilt. “Faith…” he started.

  “Shhh.” She silenced him by placing a finger to his lips. “I never do anything I don’t want to do…anymore. But I expect you to keep your side of the bargain.”

  “Of course, no matter what it takes,” he said forcefully.

  She turned to leave, but she abruptly spun around and pressed her mouth against his. She drove her tongue between his lips, seemingly desperate to connect with him. He responded with equal passion, even as he knew this couldn’t continue between them.

  As swiftly as she began the kiss, she ended it, stepping away from him and opening the door. Walking out, she never glanced back.

  After watching Faith leave, Trake considered what Deja had whispered in his ear. He sat at his desk and logged into his terminal. Entering Deja’s username, he tabbed to the next box and typed T-r-a-k-e. The login prompt came back indicating an incorrect password. When he tried his name with no capital letter, the error message popped up again.

  Damn her. She’d double-crossed him.

  He touched his ear bud. “Call Deja,” he said, and the ringing sound of a call being placed filled his ear. When he got her AI voicemail program, he pounded the desk with his fist, fuming. How could he be so stupid? How could she?

  Did Deja really believe the propaganda that the Aristos were better than everyone else, and therefore she could simply fuck Faith over?

  No, Deja knew they were simply lucky to be born Aristo. They’d learned what it was like to not be privileged when they were eighteen and met at military school in the New Harvard city-state, where they’d been mixed in with elite students from a variety of states. Being an Aristo from New Washington D.C. hadn’t meant shit. The students from the other parts of North America had constantly hazed Dej
a and him because New D.C. was the only independent city-state controlled by blacks. That was how they’d both learned to fight, and when they had to, to kill.

  Trake suddenly sat up as a thought came to him. His chest constricted as he remembered Deja affectionately giving him a nickname after a particularly bad fight. She’d teased him, calling him Trake the Truck, who flattened his opponents by running right over them. It was a name she’d only used when they’d been alone together and been in a cheeky mood.

  She hadn’t called him that in many years.

  He typed in T-r-u-c-k as the password, and the terminal logged him in.

  He did a computer search and found two incarcerated people named Collin Daniels. Both men had been arrested within days of each other in the past week, and one was scheduled to be transferred to be interrogated in the morning. That was a major problem. Questioned was something people usually came back from alive. Interrogated was government speak for wringing out the last bit of useful information before they terminated you.

  When members of the Resistance were arrested, they didn’t provide much information to the authorities, so there were no addresses or family information in the records. Unlike actual D.C. citizens, these people lived off the grid with no DNA or birth records or any way to prove exactly who they were.

  Trake pulled up pictures, but both individuals had been beaten so badly he couldn’t see any likeness to Faith. When would the authorities learn to take the booking photo before they beat up the captives?

  As Trake scanned the photos trying to detect any resemblance in either man’s face, his thoughts filled with images Faith. He pulled up her work ID picture in the database and imagined what it would be like to have her in his life. He even went so far as to imagine what their children would look like with his dark genes mixing with her white ones, but that was a useless daydream. It could never happen.

  He needed to focus on what was achievable or at least slightly possible, and that was saving Collin. Unfortunately, the only way to save him was to break him out, and in Trake’s current mental state, he was actually considering doing it, but it could be the wrong Collin. But Trake knew he could do it…as long as he planned to leave New D.C. forever afterward. A year ago, such a thought would have been preposterous, but lately, it held some allure.