<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 128, 0)">"Ye been playn wit fyrr, Yassi."</span><br/><br/>The pair let Yasmine have her moment of triumphant epiphany, allowing her the faux control of the situation.  They remained silent as she spoke, her words and her demeanor symbolizing her gradual awareness of the circumstances and what was to unfold.  However, it was quite clear that she was unaware of the gravity, the weight of her prior actions and the retribution that was to come.<br/><br/>Max's icy gaze followed the femme through each of her endeavors to break the men, to test their mettle.  He watched the hand splayed across his torso rise to his chest, witnessed her rise to her tiptoes to whisper.  Kendell gazed upon the happenings from the bed, seated and peering curiously.  He was unable to make out what was whispered, and if it chilled Max in the slightest, he showed no signs of it.  It was clear Yasmine didn't have the same effect on Max as she did on Kendell, for those lips against Kendell's ear always sent prickling shivers down his spine, made his heart pound as it tried to escape his chest.  He had thought several times that this pounding would be the death of him, that at his age it was sure to cause the organ to explode in his chest.  Forty-six was far from elderly, yet that action always left him weak in the knees, and he figured that weakness would transition to his heart as well.<br/><br/>As she turned to approach him, he felt the thrumming against his ribcage yet again.  She walked with an air of authority, as if this was her plan all along.  It made Kendell ponder if it was truly Max who concocted this ordeal, or if he had simply been a conduit for Yasmine's desires.  He was maneuvered akin to a puppet, Yasmine gripping the strings of the marionette.  His padded digits grazed the face he so loved gazing upon, one that he had seen in its perfection and in its raunchiest depravities.  Sometimes, he felt they were one and the same.<br/><br/>His tongue flipped out, pilfering the lollipop from her grip and trapping it between his lips, said lips curling into a smirk.  She spoke of fantasies now, just as she had several times before.  She was cruel that way; she would always broach such subjects while they were in town, touring the local markets and walking the sandy beaches.  She would tease him with ideas, her kinks and her fetishes.  What she wanted to do with him, what she wanted him to do to her.  And then he'd have to wait, for it wasn't in his nature to disturb the peace with a public display of lewdness.  After all the waiting, he would be far too excited to take the time to enact the fantasies she spoke of.  Yet that hadn't stopped him this morning, when she had teased him in the restaurant.  He had taken her out back, tired of having to wait.  In the alley, he had swung the dumpster around to block sight of the entire corridor, and had taken her from behind right there on the ground.  It was then that he discovered the truth of the exhibitionism she had whispered of prior.<br/><br/>Peering into her gaze now took him back to that moment, the stony ground far rougher on his knees than his bed that they had used each time prior.  It's why he found himself standing, driving her down into the ground instead.  Had she offered any word of complaint or discomfort, he'd have lifted her and taken the brunt of the ground's disapproval himself.  He wouldn't have been able to bear being the cause of a negative sexual experience such as that.  Yet her coos and moans spoke of something completely different: approval, arousal, and need.  She had gazed over her shoulder at him with the same amber hues that locked with his chocolate counterparts now, alive with fire and desire.  Just as his thumb gently ghosted over her precious lips, the sight was stolen from him, as her sight was stolen from her.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b3b3">"You're right, Yasmine.  I did invite Kendell here for dinner, and you're the main course."  </span>While Yasmine and Kendell were distracted in the presence of one another, Max had removed his tie.  He now had it securely tied behind the head of the femme, blinding her and dragging her back against his chest.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b3b3">"You seem to think that you have seen right through our ploy here.  You know exactly what the outcome's going to be, yet you haven't the slightest clue what we're going to do to you on the way to it."</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"><br/>
Kendell had been curious about how this moment would play out, when Max would show his true colors.  It turns out, his interior was just as cold as his exterior.</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"></span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">When Max drew Yasmine back, he had peeled her away from Kendell's palm.  His own hand had replaced it, in a far more sinister manner.  His digits left pale white afterimages against her flesh as he squeezed upon her throat, restricting air flow and forcing the woman to struggle for each breath as he whispered loud enough for the both of them to hear.</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"></span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b3b3">"Kendell's right,  You've been playing with fire, Yassi.  It's time for the burn."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"> </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">His free hand slapped roughly against her thigh, the sound reverberating through the room.  Kendell knew it was a sound he'd be getting familiar with, if the hunger in Max's eyes was any indication.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"> </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b3b3">"Let tonight be the beginning of a long, fruitful sail home.  If you're lucky, I might let you leave this cabin, but don't let your hopes up.  You belong to Kendell and me for the foreseeable future, and then to just me when he leaves."</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"></span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">Kendell peered up at the scene unfolding before him, simultaneously dumbfounded and unsurprised by the switch that had been flipped in Max's demeanor.  Gone was the likability, which he had already seen through, replaced by the perverse fiend that gripped their shared lover.  Kendell knew Max was capable of such, yet to see it in action left him in a state of silent awe.</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"></span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b3b3">"We're going to be using you, Yasmine.  All of you.  Your cunt—" </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"> At this moment, the hand that was gripping her thigh slid about her frame, landing an equally rough clap between her legs.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"> </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b3b3">"Your perky little ass that you like to keep a secret—"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"> </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">The hand slithered about her frame like a snake coiling its victim, the slap resounding louder than the two prior.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"> </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b3b3">"And this pretty little mouth of yours that we both know you adore having abused."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"> </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">He tilted her head back slightly, his lips pressing firmly against her bows.  He pulled back, his tongue darting out to caress his own lips to sample her flavor. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"> </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b3b3">"Hmm, strawberry.  A nice touch."</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">He lifted her in that moment, gently depositing her into Kendell's lap.  The black man's arms immediately enveloped his temporary paramour, holding her firmly yet warmly.  Almost instinctively, he plucked the treat from his lips, gently brushing it against hers in a mirror of her actions to his lips prior. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)"> </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 128, 0)">"Doncha worry, me likkle gurlie, dis ol' boi gwan be nice an geyntle wit ya."</span>