Page 26 of Operation: Silent Angel
“I was thirteen,” she said. “I was a child.”
“And I never treated you like you were not. You were beautiful, even then. I respected the line and adhered to standards of decency.”
“My father would have killed you had you touched me. Then and now,” she warned.
He took her hand and raised it to his lips, kissing the back of it. “Just as fiery as ever. I envy the man who wins your heart someday. And I shall remain merely someone you call uncle.”
“You’re straddling a dangerous line, Raph,” she warned.
***
Mother picked Ruiz and his muscle up through the camera lens as the two made their way back towards building one, and Ruiz’s room. Roth and Woods were now lounging in one of the cabanas around the Preferred Club infinity pool where they had a great view of the approach of the two men to the area as well as being able to follow them with their gaze as he got into the elevator in the open-air lower hallway of the building.
“He’s in the elevator,” Roth reported.
“And his muscle?” Yvette asked.
“Not with him,” Roth answered. He and Woods watched the man go to the Preferred Club bar, where he took a seat and ordered a drink. Roth reported that through comms as well.
“Stay on him and keep us informed of his movements,” Yvette ordered.
“Roger that, Control,” Roth acknowledged. Then he switched his comms to receive only and motioned for her to as well. After, he rolled over and kissed Briana. “We need to blend in like any other couple at the resort. It’s romantic, the low lighting and the night air. If we were here on vacation, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands or lips off you.”
Briana smiled. “Just as long as we keep our eye on him as well,” she reminded him.
“From this position, he’s right in my line of sight,” Roth said, one of his hands stroking over her cheek. “But if he’s watching us, he’ll only see me gazing at you as I hold you, touch you, kiss you. And he’s going to think, jeez, get a room.”
Through the cameras, the team watched Ruiz enter his room. He didn’t appear to be surprised by the presence of the two women. He stood in the middle of the room and snapped his fingers. Both women hurried to him and undressed him until he stood there completely naked.
“Oh, good Lord,” Yvette remarked. “He thinks he’s all that. Look at him, standing like some sort of sex god just waiting for those two women to do what I don’t want to see them doing to him.”
Mac chuckled. “Step away if you wish. Garcia and I will babysit the camera.”
“Not on your life,” Yvette said. “I want to see how kinky this guy is.”
And kinky he was. At Ruiz’s direction, the women undressed each other next. Then he had them take up a sixty-nine position with each other and bring each other to orgasm. Only then did he kiss them both, commenting about the flavor of the other on their lips. He pointed at his erect cock. The two women dropped to their knees and orally pleasured him at the same time until he was close, and he pulled them off.
It got kinkier from there with all the toys on the table being used on all three of them, whips, nipple clamps, and vibrators of all sizes inserted into multiple locations. At one point, Ruiz fucked one of the women from behind, as the other woman fucked his behind with one of the dildoes while she used a flogger on his ass. He cried out with each strike of the flogger on his ass, but none of the three who watched could discern if his cries were pleasure or pain.
“That looks painful,” Yvette cringed.
“The ass-fucking or the flogger?” Mac asked with a grin.
“All of it,” she said.
“One man’s pain is another’s pleasure,” Mac said with a grin.
“Or in his case, both at the same time,” Garcia remarked. “I have to say, I’m impressed with his stamina.”
Yvette couldn’t help but laugh at that.
Finally, they thought Ruiz’s porn show was over. It was obvious when he came. While he took a shower, which was also obvious through the frosted glass of the shower in the very unprivate room, the women continued to have sex on the bed.
Garcia went to the not-so-private bathroom, which they’d hung a sheet over to provide more privacy.
Ruiz came back over to the bed, not even bothering with a towel, and stood there, watching one of the women come, a vibrator in each hole, compliments of the other woman, legs in the air, nipple clamps, which she pulled the chain that was strung between them, pulling on her nipples unmercifully as she screamed out, her body convulsing.
“That looked intense, Red,” Mac whispered to Yvette. “You want to try that next chance we get?”
