#HeTouchedMe – Chapter 21 – The Debauchery of Zuri, and She Liked It #amwriting #amreading #sylLit

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Chapter 21 – The Debauchery of Zuri, and She Liked It

With little to no strength, FT was holding her down at her neck with one hand while he used his powerful thighs to hold the rest of her body in place. No matter how much she struggled, Zuri couldn’t move. Even when she tried to reach back to scratch him, she couldn’t cause any damage with his jeans and tightly tucked shirt. His jacket was open, but it made no difference to anyone who meant him harm. Yet, in a fleeting moment before the struggle, Zuri had felt a thrill of uncharted feelings, hesitating as the boundaries between fear and forbidden excitement blurred. Thoughts flickered, and somewhere, she knew she should express her inner turmoil aloud, anchoring what was about to unfold as a choice between them, rather than mere coercion.
“Let me go!” she ordered.
How had he gotten her in this predicament when she thought she had the upper hand?
Zuri was ready to fight with everything inside her, but as FT moved like lightning, knocking her phone out of her hand, an intense drumming filled her ears. Her heartbeat was loud and insistent, a palpable rhythm that mirrored her inner turmoil. Her wrist twisted with her body, and he pressed her flat over the concrete bench with her rear in the air towards him. The sensation of the cold bench against her skin sent a shiver through her, amplifying the conflict between fear and an unexpected thrill surging within.
She tried to struggle, but when she did, it only hurt her arm more.
“You’re twisting her arm,” Magnum warned his brother.
FT immediately released her arm but pressed his large hand on the back of her neck with enough pressure to hold her firmly in place, no matter how much she struggled. “How’s that?!” His snarl was filled with sarcasm as if he couldn’t care less.
Again, she screamed. “Let me-” She stopped instantly when she felt his other hand caress her flank several times. This was wrong! That inner voice told her. Tell them this is wrong, Zuri! Yet, beneath her outcry, the familiar flutter of curiosity and the allure of crossing forbidden boundaries whispered stronger. Her mind wrestled with the situation, knowing how treacherous this felt and how dangerously liberating yet intriguing the experience could be. It wasn’t simply a hesitation; it was an internal craving to explore the uncharted, to dare the taboo, that kept her from breaking free.
But the words wouldn’t come out of her mouth because she was too overwhelmed with curiosity about what was next.
FT’s hand left her posterior only a moment before returning, smacking her backside hard. The slap was quick and sharp, a succinct sting that bifurcated Zuri’s sensations. She found herself hating the jolt of pain, yet immediately after, relief washed over like a languid wave, nurturing a love for the pleasurable swat.
She tried hard to cry in pain, but couldn’t stop her eyes from rolling to the back of her head each time he connected to her rear.
All the time, Magnum was standing hand’s length away, watching her. Faint lighting showed he was watching even though his hat was pulled low on his face as well, but she even saw him draw his bottom lip between his teeth and knew that look of tortured pleasure was all over his face. He liked her in distress; she remembered that from dinner.
“This spoiled little queen needs to understand real consequences to her actions, Magnum,” FT said.
“No! No! No!” she cried as FT yanked down her pants to reveal that she wore no underwear and exposed her bare, brown, voluptuous backside to their eyes and the cool night air of Detroit. Yet she shivered, not because she was cold, but because of the expectation and the knowledge that they could see her bare derriere.
FT ripped his glove off his free hand using his teeth. His palm came over her bottom, touching from cheek to cheek several times. And then his cool, long finger pressed between her self-lubricated, warm slit, and the growl that came from him sounded like tingling drumbeats in her ears. “There is a thin line between pain and pleasure, little queen,” FT spoke, his voice thick with lust.
Despite the zeal from the nickname surging through her veins, Zuri wiggled and squirmed beneath the weight that held her down, but her movements only gave him more access between her legs. And then her whole body stiffened tight as he curled a finger within her saturated folds. She found herself gurgling a lustful protest between a breathless, “S-stop” and, “don’t stop.” Her brain was conflicted with moral and lust, and FT somehow knew how to extract the dark and dirty of her soul to the forefront with salacious enthusiasm.

‘Good girls follow Daddy’s orders,’ that moral voice commanded, but lust was shouting back to shut that voice down.
Her body was in a profound lascivious conundrum, tormented between the moral implications of being felt up in a graveyard by her lover’s brother. At the same time, Magnum watched and let it all happen willingly. Zuri knew she should fight, but a dark sexual core seemed to jump out of somewhere and fight her moral code, and was winning the battle. A memory flashed: ‘You’ll be a good girl.‘ It cut through the haze, a stark reminder of long-held beliefs now teetering on the edge of oblivion.
“Nah… ah… ahhhhh….ooohhh,” she tried to protest, and just as she was closing in on a peak, FT snatched his finger away and swatted her hand on her bare backside several times.
By the time Zuri cried out, his fingers were back inside of her.
Now she only squirmed to hurry and bring her pleasure, mindless of who was giving it. Her body seemed to throw whatever was decent out of the window and only care about the elusive pleasurable plateau she could attain.
Three more times he repeated this until she gyrated to the hard slaps, groaning for more, knowing the pleasure to follow.
And seeing Magnum, standing there akimbo with tightened fists, loving her sexual conundrum, breathing just as hard as she was, as he watched his brother salaciously draw out her wild, demonic, lustful spirit.
“Beg me!” FT ordered.
“Please,” Zuri found her mouth pleading.
He slapped her rear harder than any other time. “Louder!”
She screamed, feeling her essence running down her thighs, “PLEASE!”
FT wickedly shrilled and leaned down to her ear. “Please, what, little queen?”
The nickname made her tremble as she sobbed because he was working his fingers now in her so well she knew at any moment she would come, but the more pleasure she received, the harder he held her, so only he could control her climax.
Zuri didn’t know how she knew what to say. “Please,” she whimpered. “Please give it to me.”
These words seemed to appease FT. She whimpered, feeling his finger pull away from her, and then she heard him open his pants. She smacked her lips in satisfaction, jiggling her rear excitedly, feeling triumphant, she was going to get what she desired – someone to fill her.
She was doing whatever she could to rub herself against FT, letting him know her body craved what he could give.
Her hands reached back and opened herself to him, and when she felt him plough his thick, long shaft between her folds all the way over her clit, Zuri knew she was only a few strokes from coming.
Again, she whimpered loudly, releasing all shame, displaying her lust openly.
But he didn’t move himself inside of her.
She wiggled and squirmed more, trying to get him inside of her, but he didn’t. FT wouldn’t! Was he deliberately torturing her?
FT’s voice, filled with the authority of a tempter, cut through the night. “Open your pants, Magnum,” FT ordered. “Show her what she’s doing to you.”

Clearly resisting, Magnum hesitantly gasped.

Zuri wanted to see. “Please,” she begged Magnum.

Magnum initially fumbled with his pants, a testament to his internal struggle between his protective instincts and the current situation, but then he took off his glove on one hand and opened his pants to scoop out his thick member.
She watched him grip the base of his slightly hardened shaft. Even softened, he was incredible to view – dark, defined and a solid 8 inches, which made her lick her lips.
“Bring it to her,” FT ordered salaciously. “Glide it between those beautiful lips of hers, brother.”
And Zuri was salivating for Magnum, licking her lips hungrily because FT desired it for her, and the pulsing against the side of her clit made her starving for her mouth to be debauched by Magnum.
Magnum slowly approached her, and FT raised her face up, holding her by her chin.
FT’s manhood pulsed harder, and she could actually feel his heartbeat at the entrance of her vagina. Watching his brother pressed the tip of the shaft over her lips, sent the beating of FT’s heart racing, exciting her as well.
Zuri reached up and pulled Magnum to her, letting the tip of him slide between her lips. He wasn’t fully hardened, but that didn’t stop her from licking the tip of her tongue around his thick tip and then digging her tongue in him.
FT’s voice was breathless in lust. “Slide between those beautiful hips of hers, Magnum. Yes! Yes! Oh fuck.”
Zuri eagerly suckled Magnum down and then used her tongue to push him out. Just as he was about to exit, she sucked him right back in again.
He pushed her harder, and Zuri aligned her body with his movements, responding instinctively. Pressed repeatedly, fully on her clit, she knew FT could feel the cadence of her desire. The rhythm became palpable. Pulses intertwined. Their breaths synchronized in rising waves of intensity. Each movement, each breath, melding into one intoxicating sensation.
She popped her lips repeatedly in sync as she sucked Magnum down her throat.
“Fuck!” Magnum growled.
FT chuckled. “Her fucking mouth is like a pussy.”
“Fuck, Zure,” Magnum growled louder with praise.

Hearing Magnum’s misnomer seemed to make her giddy and titillate her more, thrilling her body to tighten.
FT’s strokes were suddenly too much for Zuri, and she had to release Magnum as her body culminated hard. Her body responded instinctively, yet with each stroke, she struggled to maintain her sense of self, and she was barely holding on.

“Oh fuck! Oh FUCK!” FT was losing his own control, and in one of his disjointed slides, he pushed the tip of himself into her, and that set them both off.
Zuri screamed, cried, sobbed and wailed her frustration as FT gripped her neck for several minutes.
Yet with all his strength, he wasn’t choking her.
She was sated for now after getting an eye-popping orgasm from her lover’s brother.
***
Magnum couldn’t move watching Zuri tortured with pleasure, and pain triggered some deep-seated, vile hunger, and his shaft was no longer twitching – it was pulsing. He tried hard to forget his past, and the present was converging on him. Watching her was a stark reminder of past punishments that had left more than just a physical mark, an indelible impression of his father’s harsh expectations and the relentless pressure to conform. Each scar told a story of nights spent silent under a ruthless gaze, trying to swallow cries while his soul begged for release. That flinch in his groin had gotten much, much stronger, a visceral echo of rebellion against those old chains, forging a dark path in his desires.

In that moment, when her wild spirit came alive, a pang of jealousy, mixed with admiration, flickered within him, a reminder of his own repressed desires and vulnerabilities.
FT’s words were what Magnum was thinking anyway.
Those lips of hers were calling to him. She was licking them every time FT dug his fingers in her snatch, and Manum was dying to feel them on his body.
Gawd! Standing over her, his shaft in hand, and seeing how she hungrily looked up at him, sent hot chills all over his body. Her eyes flickered from conflict to wild passion, sending a surge of lust through his veins.
His shaft jerked hard on its own as those beautiful lips pressed against the tip, giving her thanks and thickening just a little more.
FT knew how to bring Magnum’s dark side to life.
Magnum slid his fingers into her thick curls behind her head. She murmured her delight, flattening her tongue and opening wide.
Fuck! FT was right. Magnum threw his head back as he sank deeper into her welcoming mouth, and when she gurgled and smacked against him, he thought his entire soul was going to leave his body.
He knew he wasn’t close to getting hard enough to come, but the pulsing was something he hadn’t felt in so long; he was delirious with lust, and the more he gripped the back of her head, the harder she sucked until he felt a tsunami throb, seizing the muscle in his chest for the longest thirty minutes of his life.
FT’s wicked chortle brought him back to life, and Magnum immediately let go of her hair and quickly stepped back. The whimper in sadness she emitted tugged at his core, but he hardened himself not to give in and dip back in that luscious mouth of hers.
His brother had already stepped back and had been lasciviously watching Magnum give in to her. FT had not been holding her down. She had been taking Magnum willingly, eagerly, and hungrily.
“I told you,” FT hissed as Magnum straightened his clothes.
“Fuck you,” Magnum sneered.
His brother laughed again. “Take her. I’ll take care of this asswipe.”
Zuri still looked disoriented, weakly trying to adjust her clothing. Magnum shoved FT away from her and fixed her clothing from behind before scooping her up in his arms effortlessly.
“No killing,” he warned.
FT only shrugged and disappeared in the darkness where he’d left the other guy zip-tied somewhere behind one of the large headstones.
By the time Magnum was at his truck, Zuri was shyly burying her face into his neck.
“Open the door,” he ordered after unlocking the vehicle.
She easily reached for the handle to pop the door open so he could place her inside.
“Magnum,” she said as he put her seatbelt on.
He looked at her, waiting for her to say what she wanted to say.
“I’m-“
His finger pressed against her lips. “If you’re about to apologize, don’t. FT has a corrupting effect on people.”
She leaned and kissed his cheek, but that cute blush was still on his face.
That feeling in his chest that pulled at his groin returned, and he had to step away from her quickly before giving in to what his body wanted to do. Closing her door and coming around to the driver’s side, he had to pause before getting inside.
He knew he was going to hell in a handbasket, but damn if his soul didn’t mind pulling her down with him.
***
Their drive to the hotel was quiet, and Zuri didn’t know what to say to him. All the while, she was feeling shame, sexual satiation, and still some arousal. She wanted more, and she wasn’t going to deny that feeling, but the whole night was a whirlwind of lust.
She could die of embarrassment if what she had allowed to happen got out to anyone, but when she sneaked glances at Magnum, he looked unsettled the whole ride. Was he feeling just like her?
FT has a corrupting effect on people.
Had his brother corrupted him as well? She was sure that nothing seemed planned between the two of them tonight.
Once they arrived, she started to get out, but he growled, “Stay!” And came around to her side, tipped the valet, and then carried her into the hotel and up to her room.
Zuri wanted to protest that she could walk, but she loved being spoiled by him and closed her eyes to feign sleep as they entered her room.
“Where the hell-” Lucas hissed, but stopped.
“She’s fine,” Magnum said, leaving his shoes at the door and walking past Lucas quickly. “You’re not fired. Go to sleep, Lucas.”
She was so glad she wouldn’t have to explain herself to Lucas tonight.
Magnum didn’t put her down until he reached the door of her bathroom, and then handed her her phone. “Clean up, and get dressed for bed, Zuri,” he ordered.
How out of it was she that she forgot she dropped her phone?
And her jacket?! That’s why he was carrying her! He was keeping her warm!
She really was out of it.
He closed the bathroom door to give her privacy, and she wasn’t sure if he was staying or leaving.
Yet she obeyed – taking a shower, fixing her face, and taking care of her bladder.
Zuri stared at herself in the mirror, carefully inspecting her body. Bruises on her neck, under her chin, shoulders, arms, wrists, and backside were evident, even though her skin was a darker shade of almond butter brown. She knew by the morning, those bruises would be either black or purple, but damn, why did that excite her? It shouldn’t, but it did. The sight of her wounded reflection was an unspoken secret, a badge that both marked the thrill of boundary crossing and whispered of risks taken, daring her to question where satisfaction ended, and recklessness began. Yet, deep inside, a small voice called for care. She took a few moments to gently apply soothing balm to the marks, her fingers tenderly tracing each bruise as if apologizing for the night’s intensity.

Her charger cord was in the bathroom, and she plugged her phone in before going out of the bathroom, dressed in only the last clean t-shirt she had. Magnum had left a warm cup of herbal tea by the bed, a subtle gesture of care and acknowledgement of the night’s chaos. It was a silent way of saying that despite the complex dynamics, there remained a space for gentle attention and recovery. This understanding, combined with the warmth of the tea, softened the harsh reality of her reflection and provided a moment of solace.

Rodney had never hurt her physically, only emotionally, but Zuri was positive he wouldn’t have shown unconscious care like Magnum was doing tonight.
Magnum was sitting on the edge of the bed, facing her, with no lights on. The bathroom light was the only source of illumination in the room. He’d taken off his jacket, hat, and tie. Two of his buttons on his shirt were undone, and he looked like the weight of the world was on his shoulders. He picked up a bottle of water from the nightstand and handed it to her, a silent offering that spoke more than words.

After drinking the offered water, with thanks, she handed the bottle back to him, which he returned to the nightstand after taking a giant swig. She noted there was no glass of liquor around, and she briefly wondered if he had drunk before she had come out of the bathroom.

She wanted to curl up in his lap, whisper assurances that good times could always be had, and ease the mental strain he seemed to be going through. This man was so mysterious in her thoughts, and she wished she could feel a little of what he felt, but she knew he kept it all to himself and barely allowed his own brother into his world.
Zuri had a billion and one questions about FT, but knew it wasn’t the time or the place to discuss the sibling. Being an only child, she never had the blessings of sisters or brothers, but she was sure these two siblings wanted to tear each other apart from the inside out. For some reason, tonight they’d worked together.
Because of her?
She started to approach him.
“Stop,” Magnum barked harshly.
Immediately, she obeyed at arm’s length from him, wringing her fingers, nervous about his sharp tone.
“Get on your knees in front of me, Zuri,” he ordered.
Gently dropping to her knees, she warily moved to him until she was almost touching his knees.
Magnum looked at her intently, slowly going down her body, noting the bruises, but she stayed confidently and was not ashamed of the marks on her body. He knew where they had come from, and she wasn’t going to be embarrassed by them.
Yet, he lowered his head for a moment and shook his head. Her thoughts screamed to know what he was thinking, but she knew he wasn’t going to tell her.
When he raised his eyes to meet hers, she shivered at the cold, hard look and grim tightness of his lips. “Zuri, I think you’ve been punished enough tonight for your disobedience, but I will tell you that if you sneak out again foolishly, I will personally give you a much harsher punishment that won’t be so pleasurable. That contract I signed is very important to me, and I don’t plan to give that lawyer any pleasure by breaking it. Do I make myself clear?”
Solemnly, Zuri nodded.
“I can’t hear you,” he growled.
Softly, she responded, “Yes, Magnum.”
“Lie down on the bed,” he ordered.
Zuri wanted to crawl into his arms again, but didn’t want to disobey him any further tonight.
He actually tucked her in and then lay on top of the covers facing her. Since the bathroom was in front of them, they could see each other’s faces.
“Speak,” he snapped.

This wasn’t the question that came from her lips. Instead, she hesitated, unsure of how to express herself. Magnum noticed her pause and softened his tone slightly. “Tell me what you need,” he suggested, inviting her to share her feelings rather than assume them. This experience marked a new, uncertain chapter in her life. She could feel it in her core—that what had transpired was not just a fleeting event but the beginning of a profound change in her relationships with both brothers. As she looked into Magnum’s eyes, questions about boundaries, trust, and new dynamics crowded her mind, hinting at a future fraught with emotional complexities she couldn’t yet comprehend. Feeling encouraged by his invitation, she finally asked, “Why didn’t you stop your brother?”

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