Governor (Governor Trilogy 1)

by Lesli Richardson

  And nothing else.

  My cock twitches, hard, ready. There’s not a damn thing I can do about it, either.

  Carter, that bastard, watches, smiling as he sees my reaction.

  For Her.

  He leaves her standing just inside the doorway and climbs onto the bed, where he kneels over me. He holds a finger to his lips, warning me to remain silent. There’s an evil gleam in his eyes as he unfastens the bit gag and removes it. Immediately, he claps his right hand over my mouth and smiles down at me for a long moment before leaning in. Not just leaning in, but his body pressing against mine pins my cock between us and I have to force myself to lie still and fight the urge to start rocking my hips against him.

  I know over the music she can’t hear him whispering in my ear.

  “The rules have changed, boy. Susa and I got married in Las Vegas.” He holds up his left hand, showing me the wedding band. And when I look, I now see her wearing one.

  My heart hammers in my chest as I struggle to process this.

  “Susa liked being my pet so much that we decided to make things permanent,” he says. “Yes, we’ve been sleeping together for a couple of weeks now. She wanted to see what being submissive felt like, so now she gets the best of both worlds. She gets to own her boy, and gets to be owned by me.”

  I stare up into his eyes, wondering if I ever knew this man at all, wondering if this is the mindfuck of all mindfucks.

  Wondering if I’ve just fucked up my life.

  But he’s not done. “That’s my wife, and my pussy, and my ass, and my mouth. But I’m a fair man, Owen. I’ll make a deal with you. You can have fairly unrestricted access to my pussy, but it’ll cost you. Taking my pussy means you take my cock, too. Your ass becomes my ass, and your mouth becomes my mouth. When I say, how I say, and where I say. In return, I’ll make sure you are kept satisfied, don’t worry. Even more than I already have.

  “However, I don’t share, except with who I want to share with. This will only be the three of us, no one else. Period. For life. That means you don’t date anyone else, you don’t fuck anyone else. That also means you move in here, immediately, with us. The three of us will share a bed every night from this night forward, and you’ll completely belong to me, in all ways. Both of you will. In return, I promise I will always take care of you. Always. We both will.”

  I don’t know how to feel about this, about any of this. There were never any rules that the two of them couldn’t get together, but…

  I feel left out.

  At war within me, this new knowledge I’m struggling to process, versus the trusted man who held me all the times I cried, who’s spent the past months teaching me more about myself than I ever thought I’d know.

  The man who’s helped my darkest fantasies come true.

  “That’s the deal, Owen. Take it or leave it. No negotiations about the terms. This means we move from your timeline of asking when you feel like reciprocating, to you will be available upon demand for either of us however we wish to use you. And if you don’t know me by now, I don’t know what to tell you.”

  He smiles down at me. “So what’s it going to be, my friend? Yes, or no? Can you spend the rest of your life with me…and her?” He sits up, his hand still covering my mouth as I stare up into his eyes.

  I’m filled with an equal and confusing mix of lust and hatred, except for one problem—I want to say yes.

  It’s actually my first instinct, because I’ve never been happier than when I am with these two people.

  I think about this, though. I want to weigh the consequences of this decision.

  Except…other than sex, haven’t I already given myself to Carter? One of my biggest fears once we started this journey was losing him and this…thing that we have.

  He’s still watching me.

  The hate quickly drains out, leaving no other possible answer. Because I love Susa.

  But, more importantly, because I love Carter, and know he loves me.

  I nod.

  A slow, evil smile fills his features. “My very good boy,” he whispers.

  Then he reaches down with his other hand and slowly strokes my aching cock.

  I can’t help it—it’s too much, and I’m too damned horny. I now rock my hips in time with his hand. There’s no reason for me to feel false indignation or try to fight this. Why lie? My body has already told the truth. Countless times now.

  I’d do anything to be Hers, to remain with her.

  And if I now have a chance to be more to Susa than just a toy and a play partner?

  Hell yeah, I’ll take it.

  Every damn time.

  If it means I belong to Carter, too, then I’ll do it. Whatever it takes.

  He releases my cock and my mouth at the same time and I bite back a needy groan when he climbs off me and turns from me. Returning to Her.

  I can’t help but watch. He leans in and sucks on her right nipple, pulling a needy moan from her. He repeats it with the left and my cock twitches as I watch.

  Then he turns and meets my gaze as he pulls his T-shirt off and drops it to the floor. He slowly unfastens his shorts and shoves them down, showing he’s gone commando.

  His own cock is hard and springs free. Finally, after all this time, I get to see what he looks like fully hard. He’s maybe a little larger than I am, but not embarrassingly so. At least in this one way I measure up.

  Carter steps behind Susa and wraps his arms around her, cupping her breasts in his hands and offering them up, his thumbs brushing her nipples. I’m biting down on my lower lip to keep from embarrassing myself at this point. To prevent me from begging for more.

  To volunteer that I’d do anything at this point for a sample, to join in.

  To beg to not be left out, or relegated simply as an observer.

  To be allowed to worship her body.

  His gaze is still fixed on mine as he nudges her over to the side of the bed, until her thigh is pressed against it. “Up, pet,” he orders.

  She reaches out with her hands, finds the bed, and carefully climbs up.

  His hands slide down her body, settling on her hips.

  Her hands brush against my hip, but she has both knees on the bed now.

  Carter buries his cock inside her in one hard, fast thrust. The moan that rolls from her nearly makes me come, and her shoulders drop to the bed as her head lolls against her arms.

  But Carter doesn’t do more, still watching me while wearing that triumphant smile that’s part smirk. He holds her immobile, his cock deep inside her as his gaze scans my body, down, up again.

  Then he pulls out of her and walks around the bed, climbing on it from the other side, straddling my chest and staring down at me. “Open.”

  I do, automatically. It’s nearly an ingrained response at this point.

  He orders—I obey.

  He circles the base of his cock with his other hand and feeds me just the tip. My lips close around it, my tongue flicking along the slit as Susa’s taught me on the dildos—and that’s when it hits me.

  This was his plan.

  All the knowing looks shared between them throughout this experience make perfect sense now.

  When he smiles, this time warm and loving, his next two words chase all other thoughts out of my head.

  “Good boy.” He reaches down with his free hand and strokes my hair.

  I’m eager to suck on him now, tasting his pre-cum and her juices mixed together and rolling over my tongue. I have no trouble taking all of him, relaxing my throat as he presses deep and holds there for a long moment.

  I’ve been well-trained.

  I understand now.

  He slowly fucks my mouth. I feel the tension building in his body, the strain in his thighs and the way his breathing changes. His gaze never leaves me, though, and I’m unable to close my eyes.

  I’m his good boy.

  Of course I watch, just like I’ve been trained.

  He lets out a hiss and pulls back and
I realize my head’s come up off the bed, trying to maintain contact, trying to follow.

  This pleases him. He releases his cock and cups my cheek, his thumb brushing against my flesh. “Good boy,” he whispers. “My very good boy.”

  Desperation and need fill me as I try to reach his cock again. In Carter’s world, reward has always followed eagerness. But he smiles and denies me. “Not yet, boy. I have something special in mind.”

  His hand slides around my neck, cupping my head, and he leans in again. Slanting his lips over mine, he takes my mouth in a crushing, brutal kiss I know is only the first of many.

  I eagerly return it.

  He’s like a drug I can’t get enough of. I know I’ll do anything to earn those two words from him, just like I will for Susa.

  Anything.

  When he finally sits up again, his lips are slightly swollen and red and I know I must look like that, too.

  But he’s smiling.

  Smiling in that rare way Carter has, the smile that tells me he’s truly happy right now.

  I made him feel like that.

  This made him feel like that.

  That makes me happy in ways I know I might never completely unpack or understand, and that’s okay.

  He’s a bastard extraordinaire, but he’s never abused my trust. Not really. I don’t even consider this an abuse of my trust. I feel closer to him than anyone else in the world, even though Susa runs a close second.

  And now I never have to lose either of them.

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Carter helps Susa sit up and straddle me. I don’t even feel embarrassed when he grabs my cock and holds it, lining it up with her pussy.

  “Sit and hold still, pet.”

  I groan with need as her wet heat envelops my cock.

  “Don’t you dare come yet, boy,” Carter says.

  He shoves a pillow under my head before he straddles me again. With one hand braced on the headboard, and the other holding the base of his cock, he smiles down at me. “Open.”

  I do.

  “You may come, boy. Pet, you may not. I want you to ride the boy.” She whimpers but starts moving, slowly at first, and I groan around Carter’s cock.

  What little is left of my rational brain sees what he’s doing—I will forever associate the first time she fucks me with sucking his cock. It’s a variation of the same theme.

  Operant conditioning.

  He slowly pushes into my mouth, the new taste not objectionable, just different. He holds still with my nose brushing against the dark nest of hair at the base before he pulls out all the way to the head and repeats it. Again, and again, slowly, savoring it.

  “I expect you to swallow like a good boy,” Carter grits through a tensed jaw as he fucks my mouth.

  He lets go of his cock and cups that hand around the back of my head, fisting my hair as he picks up the tempo and really starts using me. My own cock is a happy camper with Susa grinding on me, but having to focus on breathing and looking up at him and all of that help me hold back my orgasm to make it last longer.

  I want it to last forever, but I’m damn sure not that good.

  “Take it all the way, boy,” Carter growls before deep-throating me. I swallow, trying not to gag on how big he is, and tasting his juices filling my mouth as he pulses and makes that familiar groan I’ve heard before in the shower. He then pulls back a little so I can breathe and swallow, his cock softening in my mouth.

  He strokes my hair. “Good boy. Come for me, boy. Be a good boy and enjoy your reward.”

  I’m glad I have his cock in my mouth to muffle me, because it’s embarrassing how loud I am when my climax hits and I fill Susa.

  I’m not sure if it’s more embarrassing that I can definitively say it’s only the fourth time I’ve ever done exactly this particular thing.

  Definitely the best time, though.

  I mean, sure, we’ve done a bunch of other things together, the three of us, so it’s almost ironically anti-climactic in some ways.

  He turns a little. “Lean forward, pet.” She does, and from the sound of it I realize he’s unclipped her hands. “Blindfold off, and get off him. Use your mouth and get him hard again.” He’s smiling down at me. “Now, you get me hard again.”

  I do. Susa’s going down on me again, and I’m moaning around his cock. I never knew it was possible to feel this horny.

  Horny is good, because it allows me to defer the conversation about this new thing between us.

  Oh, and what the fuck, they got married?

  Once he’s hard I figured he’d start fucking my face, but he climbs off me. Susa keeps sucking on my cock, though, so that’s nice.

  I mean, basically my brain’s fried at this point, so I’m just going with everything.

  Carter climbs out of bed, retrieves something from the bathroom, and returns. A towel, and lube.

  Fuck.

  I know what this means even before he makes her move so she’s to my side and not kneeling between my thighs now.

  “The only reason I’m not letting her sixty-nine you right now, boy, is because I want to see the look on your face when you feel my cock fucking you for the first time.” He smiles. “First, last, only cock you ever take, boy. Gotta tell you, that makes me proud to know.”

  He pushes my thighs apart and shoves the towel under me. “Susa told me you begged for her to fuck you harder when she used the strap-on the first time. You have no idea how happy that made me.” His smile widens. “And that was just with a reach-around. Imagine how good it’s going to feel having her suck another load out of you while I fuck you.”

  The lube feels cool as one finger, then two breach me. I moan as my cock twitches in her mouth. “Don’t make him come yet, pet. Get him hard and hold him there. I want to feel him coming with my cock in his ass.”

  His fingers twist and sweep across the spot he already knows very well inside me and I moan again.

  “See, you called me a bastard that first time not knowing how much of one I am. I guess I really am a bastard extraordinaire.” He grins as he scissors his fingers inside me, stretching me. “I’m the bastard who’s going to fuck your brains out.”

  He works me up to three fingers before slathering lube on himself and pressing the head against me. I’m waiting for it, for the intrusion, to give the last bit of myself to him that I have for him to take, when his expression gentles.

  “Ask me, Owen,” he softly says.

  I know a rational person would have safeworded.

  Then, there’s me.

  So what do I do? Do I stop this insanity and demand we talk? Or at least demand an apology for them planning this behind my back?

  No.

  What does this dumbass do when presented with a clear opportunity to end this madness?

  I stare into his eyes. “Carter, I want you to fuck me.”

  Triumph fills his face, easing his lines and shadows and giving him that rarest of smiles that I long to be the one to cause. “My very good boy.”

  He’s gentle, tender, even. He takes his time working it into me, gives me time to adjust to him, and slowly fills me a little more with every thrust. When his thighs are pressed against mine, he pauses and lets Susa work me close to the edge again before he resumes fucking me.

  He also reaches up and unclips my wrists, drawing my left hand up to his mouth so he can kiss it, suck on my fingers. My right ends up stroking Susa’s head, and I’m working my hips in time with her, with him.

  Nothing’s ever felt so right. Every nerve ending rakes fiery pleasure through my soul as he slowly thrusts and builds himself up. “I’m close, pet,” he says. “Hurry up.” He laces his fingers with mine, and I squeeze.

  Susa works magic with her mouth. From the first squeeze of my ass around his cock when I start to come, until the very last throb as he starts coming, it’s nothing but pure, sweet pleasure rolling through my system. He doesn’t pull out, either. He grabs Susa by the hair and pulls her off me, kissing her
deeply before pushing her onto her back next to me. He leans in and buries his face in her pussy, and she tips her head back to receive a kiss from me.

  With my free hand I reach over and play with her right nipple as I kiss her, and that apparently does it for her. She moans into my mouth and keeps moaning until she finally pats him on the head and he sits up with a smile on his face.

  I’m totally brain-fried at this point. None of us speak as we untangle ourselves. Carter holds his hands out to us and leads us into the shower in the master bathroom, where we silently hold each other for a few minutes before he takes the soap and washes me, then her with a reverence I’ve never seen in the man.

  A thousand questions I should ask, but I don’t want to disturb this spell.

  He dries us off and we all return to the bedroom. When I start to drop into Devotion, he won’t release my hand and tugs on me, urging me into the bed, in the middle, where I fall asleep immediately.

  * * * *

  The next morning, there are a thousand questions still circling my brain, and none of them will come out except one.

  He’s awake and watching me when I open my eyes.

  “Why?”

  He smiles, the mischievous Master smirk, and shrugs. “Because.”

  Then he nuzzles his nose against mine and I realize either he slept through the night or I was so deeply asleep I didn’t hear if he had a nightmare. On my other side, Susa snuggles tightly against me.

  “I don’t want to get up yet, Sir,” she grumbles. “It’s Saturday.”

  He drapes an arm over me, his hand ending up splayed over her tummy. “Nope. Not yet. Later.”

  I choose trust and drift back to sleep.

  While we’re cooking breakfast together later, another bout of terror fills me as I contemplate moving in to Susa’s.

  Wondering what my mother is going to say.

  How I’m going to break this news to her.

  Old habits die hard, what can I say? I know it doesn’t matter, and I also feel the rage swirl through me that I felt in Las Vegas after learning the truth about what she did, but…

  Yeah.

  #mommyissuessuckballs

  Carter and Susa see me fretting and Carter steps in, dropping me into At Ease right there in the middle of the kitchen floor to talk.