A Dom and a Sub to Love

by Eileen Green

  Both men watched intently as she did so, their attention rapt and awed. She felt powerful as she performed the seductive act and proud that she could cause both men to still in dumbfoundedness.

  “Lay on our boy,” Todd instructed as he moved in behind Eliza. She followed his order.

  She heard the squirt of the lube pump seconds before she felt Todd’s fingers caress her puckered star. They were cold and wet, and she let out a yelp. Todd chuckled as he gave a whispered, “Sorry.”

  It had been so long since she had anal sex, so she knew she needed a bit of preparation. Todd caressed her anus for nearly a minute as she kissed Victor. Several times Todd added more lube as he got her used to his touch there until he began to push his way in with his thumb. She relaxed her muscles and savored the bite of pain that occurred with the intrusion. She knew the pain wouldn’t last long.

  As Todd switched from his thumb to two fingers fucking her ass, Eliza could feel Victor’s cock throbbing within her. Most likely he could feel those fingers quite well. She pulled her mouth from Victor’s dragging in air. Sensations were strumming through her body, bringing it back to life after six years of dormancy.

  In and out Todd moved his fingers, pumping lube into her for she knew he didn’t want to hurt her. He was also stretching her by scissoring his fingers to relax the tight muscles.

  She didn’t know how long Todd manipulated her, but once he stopped, she became anxious. It was time to move on with her life and become the third in this little family. She wanted this.

  It was another moment before Todd replaced his fingers with the head of his cock. It felt much bigger than his fingers, but he was gentle and pressed in slowly, as if giving her time to adjust. She blossomed open for him and felt the fullness increase since Victor was already filling her cunt. Breathing deeply, she waited until he was fully seated.

  “God, she’s so tight,” Todd ground out between gritted teeth.

  “Yes, she is.” Victor sounded as if he was in pain. “But it’s heavenly. I need you to move though.”

  Eliza felt as if she was balanced on a tightrope, afraid to move. She didn’t have to wait long before Todd began to move. He pulled out until the broad head of his cock remained at her opening for a split second before he pushed back in. Victor pulled nearly out before he thrust his hips to fill her again. In and out both men worked, so that one of them was filling her all the time.

  Perspiration broke out on her skin as the men worked her. The heat from both men would be welcome during the winter. Her breath was coming in short pants despite her doing hardly anything.

  Over and over they moved against her. Todd wrapped an arm around her waist as he used his other hand to hold on to her hip. Victor held on to the other hip and he fondled one of her tits with the other. She felt cherished between them, and she intended to be this way as much as possible.

  Electricity sparked in her cunt. The current built up, heating her cunt and her womb. A gush of cream escaped her as her muscled tunnel milked at Victor’s cock. When she tightened on him, she tightened on Todd too who was having problems keeping up with the rhythm he and Victor had set. She knew when he was faltering, he was losing control.

  Both men began to slam into her at the same time as the fire roared inside her. She needed just a little something more to push her over the edge. Reaching down, she slipped her hand between her and Victor and found the swollen sensitive nub. She began rubbing at the pearl rapidly, fanning the flames higher.

  The three of them worked for that pinnacle that lovers do. When Eliza reached hers, she felt her cunt explode with electricity. It shot out from her core to every nerve ending in her body, all the way to her fingers and toes. Her body became rigid and a scream sounded from her as white spots burst within her vision. Sound dissipated but she knew by their shouts that both men reached their climaxes within seconds of each other. Eliza tried to stay focused but failed when darkness quickly descended on her. Wrapped in her men’s arms, she let herself go.

  Chapter Fourteen

  “You’ve got to be kidding me!” John Drake stated as he looked down at the picture before him. The other night at the Tiger’s Lair he had a feeling he had seen Victor before, and the next day he had checked into the man’s background.

  Victor had an extensive file, mostly for being deep undercover. His identity had been scrubbed and a new one set up as a criminal. It was a common practice when someone went deep undercover. When he didn’t check in with his handler once in the first month, red flags had been raised. After six months, and another agent was sent into the bowels of the organization Victor was investigating but didn’t find the man, the bureau gave up on Victor. When his handler went to Victor’s last known address found that the previous tenant had moved with no forwarding address, they gave up on the man altogether. His identity hung in limbo until the day before John began to investigate. Someone wanted to find out about Victor Downing.

  John had been looking through photos of Victor from around the time he had disappeared. There were ones with Victor and several other agents. Ones with him and various men from the motorcycle gang he was to infiltrate. However, there was one photo that had John stopping to stare at.

  Motorcycle club memberships consisted of people from every walk of life. Doctors, lawyers, politicians, law enforcement. Of course, not every club was a gang for most of them were on the up-and-up with no criminal influences. Motorcycle gangs had a lot of the same types of people involved in them, but most of them, the politicians and law enforcement tended to avoid. By the looks of the photo John discovered, this gang was different.

  The photo had been taken at a distance, so it took some deep staring to find the one man that shouldn’t have been there. He and Victor were laughing about something, bottles of beer in their hands. Other men around them were laughing also while several naked ladies danced around them. All the men were wearing leather vests with the gang’s colors and emblems on them. It was all evident that these men were happy with where they were.

  Why no one had discovered this connection before surprised John. Of course, no one was probably looking for the connection. And, if someone within the FBI wanted to cover it up, all they had to do was make sure the photos hadn’t been found. But someone had, and now John was going to have to take a few people down for the safety of the country.

  * * * *

  “Everyone be on alert!” Alex announced from the door between the main club room and the garage area. He was dressed in mechanic overalls which had dirt and grease smeared on it as if he had been working on a car.

  An old car was up on the lift with a light hanging from the engine. Classic rock music was playing from an old boom box in the corner where Shane sat on a folding chair reading a car magazine.

  There was no telling how long it would be before anything happened, but Special Agent John Drake had put the word out at the Bureau that Victor had been seen at the address of the club. With the garage there, they were utilizing it for this sting. That these people were working as a team to help him was endearing. They had welcomed him and Todd into the fold with open arms.

  There had been an argument between Victor, Todd, and Eliza about Victor taking part in the sting. His lovers didn’t want him to leave their room, but Victor felt deep down inside he needed to be there. He couldn’t explain it, but he felt as if it would be the end of something he had started. Todd was adamant he wasn’t going to leave Victor alone during the possible ordeal, so he was going to be in the club itself, close enough to his man in case something happened.

  Eliza had been instructed not to leave the private room so she would be far away from any danger. The day they had moved into the Tiger’s Lair, they had all heard the stories of the skirmishes Alex and the former Seal team had been involved in in the past few years. Danger seemed to follow them, so they were always ready in case life blew up on them. Everyone’s first priority was to keep the women safe, so Eliza would remain where she was.

  Worry roiled
in Victor’s gut as he sat in a chair on the opposite side of the large room from Shane. Shane was a bit more hidden but could see the whole garage from where he was. Once it was announced that someone was approaching the side door to the garage, Victor would head over to the lifted car and appear to be working on it.

  So many variables could occur, and Victor didn’t want anyone to get hurt because of him. However, the idea of finding out why someone was after him had Victor hoping he could find out more about himself.

  Eliza and Todd both loved him, that he was sure of. And he loved them. Yet, not knowing who he was created a hole inside him. Sometimes he felt as if he wasn’t enough for them. He had to prove himself.

  Several hours later, boredom began to set in. There were only so many things to look at on his phone. Leaning his head back, he rested it on a stack of tires. He must have dozed for a bit when he heard Alex whispering loudly, “Victor! Victor! It’s time!”

  Waking quickly with his heart pounding in his chest, Victor looked around wildly before remembering where he was and what was to happen. Standing, he rushed over to the car and began fiddling with a plug.

  The side door opened, letting in a streak of blinding sunlight around the silhouette of two men. Both were tall from what Victor could judge, but as they moved into the room, he could see they were muscular also. The last one in closed the door behind them, blocking the light from outside.

  Blue jeans clad the men’s legs while white T-shirts stood out starkly from under the black leather vests they wore. Victor knew the garments didn’t represent their involvement in a BDSM club, but rather a motorcycle gang. Victor swallowed hard as he bit back the pain that began in his head.

  One of the men appeared to be older than the other, clean-shaven, with short hair. He wore a cowboy hat that drowned his head in shadows so Victor couldn’t get a decent look at his face from where he stood.

  The other man appeared to be in his mid-thirties, about Victor’s age. He had long dark scraggly hair that hung down his back. He appeared to have been in several fights in his lifetime if the knife scars were to be believed. Tattoos lined his arms and a swastika had been inked into his neck. There were tats on his face also which took away from the man’s face. A chain hung from one of the belt loops on his jeans and went to his back pocket.

  Both men appeared familiar which sent fear scuttling through Victor’s stomach, but he had to go through with this. Victor pulled his hands down from the vehicle, pulled a cleaning rag from his back pocket, and went through the motions of wiping his hands.

  “Can I help you gentlemen?” he asked, praying his voice didn’t show his emotions.

  “Hello, Vic,” the older man said with disdain.

  “Do I know you?” he had to ask.

  An evil chuckle sounded from the man as his friend stepped aside but kept an eye on him.

  Taking in both men, Victor accessed the tatted guy had a knife peeking out of the top of one of his motorcycle boots while another hung from his belt. He was certain the man had a gun stuck in the back of the waistband of his jeans. The older one had a knife on his belt also, but Victor couldn’t see one in his boots.

  The younger one’s gaze slid around the room, seemingly taking in everything which made Victor nervous, but he had to hope his new friends knew how to do their job. The older one stepped forward until he was only a few feet away from Victor. He removed his hat and held it at his side as he watched Victor.

  Pain rushed through Victor’s brain, but so did memories. He had to hold himself up by leaning against the pole of the lift as nausea built up and dizziness overwhelmed him.

  “You remember me now?” the older man said.

  “No,” Victor replied through gritted teeth. He did now but didn’t want to show his hand yet.

  “Hey, dude,” Alex began from the door to the club, “you got this car ready yet?”

  Alex’s presence helped calm Victor a bit but made the two new arrivals a bit uneasy. The younger man’s hand moved quickly to his back while the older man’s hand moved to the knife at his side.

  “Who are you?” Alex asked as he moved closer to Victor. His height and muscles made him a predominant entity in the room.

  “We’re here to see Vic,” the older man quipped. “What’s it to you?”

  Alex pulled himself up to his full potential as he moved his shoulders to flex his chest. “I’m his boss, and the lady who owns this car is wanting to come pick it up. So, again, who are you?”

  The shot rang out before Victor saw the younger man’s arm move and point the gun Victor’s way. White-hot lightning raced through his arm as chaos settled around him.

  Alex grabbed Victor and pushed him towards the door to the club as Shane rushed in with his own gun drawn. A gun appeared in Alex’s hand in an instant as Victor tried to balance himself. Senator Spencer, the older man, smiled sardonically as he swiped at Alex with his large knife. Jumping back, the blade missed the former Seal.

  On the other side of the room, Shane had knocked the gun from the other man’s hand, so the latter now had his own knife in his hand. The small door opened from the outside, and several other gang members rushed in, weapons drawn. Guns began to go off again to Victor’s horror. He saw Alex and Shane go down. Before Victor could rush back in to help his new friends, he was grabbed by the shoulder and pulled back into the main room of the club. Thinking it was Todd trying to get him to safety, Victor found himself staring down the barrel of a Glock.

  “Going somewhere, Vic?” Mark Turner asked from behind the gun. He too was dressed in jeans, a T-shirt, leather chaps, and a leather vest. His bare arms showed off the tats, including the swastika on his bicep that everyone in the club was supposed to get somewhere on their body. Mark and Spencer both wore suits to cover over the ink so no one would know what they dealt with when not fooling the masses.

  Where is Todd? God, I hope he’s still hiding!

  Mark was an agent in the Bureau, and Victor’s handler, and Spencer was now a Senator. Victor had found out about these two, along with many other prominent men in the gang while he was in his early days of investigating. His job had been to infiltrate the organization to get as much dirt on everyone to be able to take them down. Mark needed to be exposed since he was the one who had hidden the gang’s crimes, so they were able to continue to get away with everything.

  Human trafficking, fraud, murder, counterfeiting, money laundering, grand theft, and a long list of other crimes marked this gang’s activities. They kidnapped Caucasian girls to breed with prominent white men who paid well for them. The murder of people of other races because they spoke out against the gang had occurred. All members of the group were guilty of one crime or another.

  The day of Bobby’s death, Victor received a phone call from Mark, acting as his handler, and was told he needed to be in Washington in three days. Victor tried to get Mark to postpone it for a week for he needed to be there for Eliza, but Mark wouldn’t take no for an answer. Mark gave Victor no room to back out of the sting for he had already made a presence of himself, knowing he was going to be in the doghouse with Eliza when he got home, hoping she would forgive him.

  Guilt ate away at him the further he drove away from his woman. He stopped at a gas station in Virginia to use the bathroom and grab a bottle of water. Once he was back on the road, maybe about a half hour passed before he was run off the road by a jacked-up pickup. Victor’s bike weaved through the weeds on the side of the road and the gravel. Losing control of the bike, Victor bailed. He hit his head on a tree, thankful his helmet took the brunt.

  At first, he had thought the driver was being a jerk, but as Victor made his way to the road, the driver had turned around and was heading for him again. Jumping out of the way, Victor yelled at the asshole. The truck came to a stop and several men jumped down, including Mark and Spencer, who was just a lawyer at the time.

  Pulling his helmet from his head, Victor headed straight for Mark. “What the hell is wrong with you? I know yo
u saw me!”

  Mark laughed at him as he showed Victor the crowbar he was holding. “Still not getting it, homo?”

  What the fuck?

  “Once I found out you were fucking a man, I knew you didn’t belong in the club. I was going to groom you to become a member. You would have still been with the Bureau like me, but you would be one of us, too. Then, I found out about your partner.” Mark let the iron bar bounce in his hand a couple of times. “Smart of you two to bring a woman in to play the beard. Especially since your boyfriend was in the Army. Too bad we had to have the others killed along with him, but we had to make it look good.”

  “You son of a bitch!” Victor shouted as he reached behind his back for his gun. Before he could pull it out, he was struck from behind in his upper back. The breath was knocked from him as he fell to the road. It was only a few more seconds before the blows came one after the other, all over his body. Excruciating pain coursed through him. There wasn’t a place he didn’t feel pain.

  Every time he tried to get up, he was knocked back down whether it was from baseball bats, tire irons, or even booted feet. He could hear the bones in his body cracking, and he felt the cuts opening on his skin. Blood trickled on his head, blinding him. Agonizing cries escaped him as he was beaten down until he could no longer feel much of anything.

  Finally, everything stilled. Victor sensed someone in front of him. If he had the strength, he would have lashed out at the motherfucker, but he could only remain still and pray someone would find him. Through the sound of pounding blood in his ears, Victor heard Mark say, “You didn’t make it past initiation, Vic. You are an abomination to our way of life, and to society in general. We are the rulers of this country, not the President. We get to say who lives and dies. You, are canceled.”