Page 15 of Ruled By Their Desires

Remembering she wasn’t alone, her uncles hot on her heels she continued to walk all the way in without stopping, head up, expressionless, ignoring the show going on.

Why was she surprised? Worse…. Why did she feel heart sick and give a fuck?

Holding all that in she went to the open fire warming her hands, as her uncles joined her, then stepped across to the drinks stand, pulling six glasses forward grabbing the Rye filling them with a healthy shot. Her quad now standing around her like a protective shield, but they couldn’t protect her from what she had seen or could hear. It was too late for that. She picked up a glass, hearing everything going on behind her and lifted it to them. They each picked up a glass of their own. “Salut.” She told them firmly before throwing back the Rye. Welcoming the burn.

“Salut.” They did the same and stood there looking at her as if they knew what she was feeling.

“Not bothered by the cock sucking Moon?” Crash asked having swallowed his putting his glass back down. There was no softness in his voice, like he knew, now wasn’t the time. Thank god. Had he, she might have cracked. Internally, she hardened herself. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen that show by mistake. Just not ….. Marcus.

“Naw, seen one cock seen um all and let’s face it, we all know I’ve seen bigger and better in action. Four of them are standing right here.” She winked at them. They laughed.

Slamming their glasses down, she eyed the sixth.

Fuck it….

Marcus could get his own fucking drink.

Just like he was getting his own cock sucked.

She grabbed the glass to several smirks from her uncles and slumped into the chair in front of the fire glad her back was to him and the fire keeping her warm.

Whoever the woman was, she was enjoying her work. Her moans of delight lit up the room. Moon sneered and slowly drank her Rye trying really hard not to look like she gave a fuck. Every one of her movements measured, not to give away what she was really feeling. Sick as a pig.

What did she expect?

She’d told him never.

How could she blame him?

She looked in her glass swilling the Rye around. But somehow, she still did. She took a slow shuddering breath. Hawk moved nearer and she gave him a slight shake of the head to back off. Marcus was a hound like the rest of them when it came to pussy and she needed to remember that.

“So Sandra….?” Comet drawled, now further away going on the sound of his voice. They moved silently but she could pick up the slight sound the floor gave away on occasion. They might move soundlessly but the world around them didn’t. They’d taught her well to listen for it.

“Well I’d tap that ass. In fact, I have several times. It’s the only thing tight about her.” Spike told the room also nearer Comet than her.

“A twofer?” Comet asked. Moon grinned pulling her from her dismay as she sipped her drink giving no indication of anything happening at all. They were a riot. Digging at Marcus in part to have her back.

God she loved them….

“Sounds good to me,” Spike told him. “I’ll fuck that ass again, its seen plenty of action, but it’s still nice and tight, you can have her cunt. That’s seen more than even I like.” She could hear the sneer and gilt hit her. The woman had chosen to be with them not to be humiliated.

“Can you take it from that position?” Comet asked.

“Yeah, just need a little adjustment and too many fucking clothes on, those need to go. She likes it hard from behind, grabbing those tities pounding into her and she’ll tell you to fuck her harder. I can do it without having to move her off Marcus’s cock. Her mouths full but it’s a poor show.”

She tried really hard not to laugh. It was course and to the point. Marcus hissed at them, then seemed to focus by his voice. And she thanked god she couldn’t see him, her chair’s back to him.

“You asked to suck my cock Sandra, now fucking suck it like you’re dying for it like you said you were or so help me, I’ll fuck your mouth like it is.” He growled out sounding annoyed.

Maybe coming back early was a mistake….

Lifting her arm slowly from the arm of the chair she knocked back the last of the Rye. Then got up and did a refill cracking her neck from side to side. She offered it to Hawk and Crash and they nodded. She refilled everyone’s glasses, then turned looking right at Marcus who was looking at her, not the woman sucking him off and took another hit of the Rye like she was observing a trial, before sneering, clearly finding it lacking and retaking her seat again taking another hit of her drink.

“Enough boys. The lady made her choices as poor as it might be on this occasion. Anytime soon would be good, I’m bored as fuck and my bed is waiting,” she told the room sounding it. She guessed she hit the spot cos Marcus voiced his annoyance, it bled through his growl. She smiled as Hawk and Crash picked up their drinks and knocked them back.

Comet and Spike coming back for theirs. “On second thoughts,” Spike told the room. “I’m in the mood for something… special. Something rare and delicious.” He winked at her from where only she could see, before he took a hit of his Rye. “Yeah, it’s been a long time since we had delicious.” Comet told them before throwing his drink down the hatch blowing her a kiss. She nearly burst out laughing. “I’m in sore need of that beauty.” Hawk finished off his Rye. “Never passing that up.” Crash told them. She rolled her eyes and drank a little more Rye.

“The fuck!” Marcus gritted out. He appeared to be tired of the wait, the woman was now complaining making choking sounds.

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