by Mayburn, Ann
"There," he whispered. "Now you're under my control."
She fought against him."Please, sir."
"Please what?" He stroked in and out of her, the sensation felt so good, but she wanted more.
"Please, fuck me."
He continued the slow stroke, settling her so he filled her completely. If there was a little pressure on her clit, a small brush, then she could come. But instead, the only thing brushing against her was air. "Like this?" he taunted.
"No," her voice broke. "Fuck me like Kent fucks you."
In one smooth motion, he lifted her off him and laid her back on the floor. Finally able to touch him, she pulled him down for a deep kiss as he pounded himself into her. Yes, this is what she wanted. Raw, hot, fierce strokes that broke her and remade her with each thrust. "More," she whispered against his mouth. "Oh god, you feel so good."
"Mine," he said as he stroked her face.
"Yours," she agreed and wrapped her legs around his waist.
The tightness of her corset constrained her and her white latex boots slid over the slick muscles of his back. Tightening her thighs, she raised herself in time with his movements. So close, so deliciously tight.
"I'm going to come." She arched beneath him, closing her eyes behind her mask.
His deep groan pushed her over the edge, and the orgasm that rushed through her had her screaming her pleasure into his shoulder. Tight, hot, and oh-so very good. Pressing on his forearms, he shuddered above her and made an inarticulate sound of pleasure. The spasms continued to rack her, making her sensitive to the slightest move. As he withdrew from her, she moaned and thrashed.
Fingers tugged at her boots, and she fought to stay awake and help him but her body was so comfortable, so relaxed after the unending torment of the trigger. He gently picked her up, removing her mask and kissing her eyelids. The last conscious thought she had was the warmth of the hot tub embracing them and his voice murmuring words of love.
* * * *
The smell of cologne slowly brought her back to consciousness. Male voices murmured in the next room as Lalita stretched and then rubbed her face against the soft pillow. She was back in the bedroom at the hotel, and the heavy curtains were drawn over the windows. The soft slide of silk against her skin let her know someone had put her in her new nightgown before bed. Rubbing her face deeper into the pillow, she drifted in and out of sleep.
"What kind of doughnut do you want?" Asher's deep voice rumbled in her ear. "There's a glass of orange juice for you next to the bed."
"Chocolate," she mumbled into the pillow. He chuckled and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek, and she sighed happily until he whipped the sheets down and gave her bottom a spank. "Time to get up, lazybones."
Flipping over onto her back, she went to grab him but he was already heading out the door. The air held a slight chill after the heat of the blankets, and the need to use the bathroom got her out of bed.
Momentarily.
With her teeth brushed and her face washed, she dived back under the covers with a happy sigh. The last few days were catching up to her, especially the lack of decent sleep.
"Well, well. Look who's all warm and comfy." The bed dipped as Kent slid in behind her and cuddled her close.
Snuggling back against him, she pulled his arms around her and kissed his hand. "You're my favorite teddy bear." His lips brushed her ear as his hands stroked down her belly and over her thigh. With a gentle push of his hips, he pressed his erection into her back.
Relaxed, she enjoyed his soft touch. He bit and licked the back of her neck and she moaned as he gently brushed his fingers over her nipples, stroking them into stiff peaks. Reaching behind her, she gripped his cock through the thin cotton of his pajamas, loving the feel of how hard he was, how hard she made him.
"I really do love you, you know." His lips moved down the slope of her neck as he spoke.
"And I really do love you, you know." A different kind of warmth filled her, spreading from her heart and mixing with her desire.
He moved her so that she faced him, and the intensity of the emotion in his eyes made her heart beat harder. "I don't think you know how difficult this is for Asher and me." He closed his eyes and pressed his lips to her forehead. "After the loss of our wives … it wasn't good."
"Hey, nothing is going to happen to me." With the palm of her hand she cupped his cheek and pulled back. "This is all going to be over with soon and we can start our lives together."
"What about your father?" He searched her face. "What if he forbids you to see us?"
She kissed his lips. "I'm a grown woman. I can see who I want and love who I want." The words were flippant, but it did start a small ball of worry in her stomach. She hadn't given much thought to the future, only surviving the day.
"What if I get jealous of you or you get jealous of me?" His grip on her tightened. "Last night, the thought of leaving you alone with Asher made me mad at both of you. I wanted to haul him off you and yell at him, then yell at you for not saying I should be the one staying with you."
"I'm sorry--"
"No, don't apologize. I guess I underestimated myself--or overestimated my ability to be a grownup." He grinned at her and ran his thumb over her cheek. "I wonder sometimes how we'll handle the future together. But then I look at you and Asher and I feel complete." His voice grew rough. "I haven't felt that way in a long, long time."
"We'll work it out." She moved her hips forward, pressing herself to him. "All relationships need work and ours will need an extra dose of patience and honesty." Sighing, she rolled her eyes. "God knows, you two are drama queens."
"Hey!" He laughed and slid his hands beneath the silk of her nightgown. "That's not a nice thing to call a man who was about to eat you like a peach."
Biting her lower lip, she slung a leg over his muscled hip. "I take it back."
Giving her a narrow-eyed glance, he kissed his way down her chest, hands stroking over her legs. "Not good enough."
Settling back into the pillows, she ran her hands through his thick hair. "I take it back times two." Warm hands slid up her sides, pulling the nightgown around her waist.
His breath blew across her belly button, making her giggle. "Lame apology."
The feeling of his scruffy cheek rubbing against the soft skin of her hip made her squirm. His words, his vulnerability, struck a chord in her and her heart filled with love for him. "You are the wind beneath my wings."
"Quoting Bette Midler is not going to get you out of this." He was completely beneath the blankets now and his hair brushed her inner thighs. Warm and comfortable, she enjoyed the leisurely pace of his movements. A soft brush of lips over the top of her mound, firm licks on the sensitive skin of her hipbone. Stretching her arms above her, she sighed at his appreciative rumble when he gave her pussy a wide lick.
Twisting her hips, she opened herself for him, granting him access to her body. Long fingers stroked her waist and down to her hips. There was so much gentleness in his touch, such an effort to please her in the movements of his mouth. Placing his hands beneath her hips, he tilted her bottom and worked her anus with his tongue, making her squirm in his grip.
"Oh," she squeaked out and gripped the sheets as his stiff tongue pushed itself into that small ring of muscle. The sensation was decadent and made her feel very naughty. Reaching down under the sheet, she groaned as she played with her clit. She heard the door open, and Kent redoubled his efforts, replacing his tongue with a finger and nipping her fingers out of the way.
Her back arched and her toes curled as he forced the orgasm from her. Gripping his hair, she tried to pull his head away, the sensation of him nibbling on the hood of her clit, too much. The muscles of her stomach bunched and quivered as each nibble pulled another contraction out of her. Finally, he laid his head on her thigh, cupping her mound with his palm.
Dazed, she turned her head to the side as the bed dipped. Asher leaned forward, capturing her lips in a deep kiss that surprised her with its force. She fel
t limp and tranquil after the delicious orgasm, a marked contrast to the borderline violence of his kiss.
Cool air hit her lower body as Kent moved the sheet. "Hey, this is my time with her."
Running a possessive hand over her face and neck, Asher said, "You had your turn."
Pulling away from Asher's touch, she scooted back on the pillows. Instead of joking smiles, the men were glaring at each other. Tugging down her nightgown, she went stiff as Kent wrapped his arms around her. "What's going on?" Small waves of pleasure still washed through her body, and she was starting to get pissed at them for ruining her afterglow.
Kent pulled her closer and cupped her breasts. There was no passion in his touch. Rather, it felt like he was doing it to irritate the other man. "Asher had you last night, now it's my turn."
"Turn?" She wriggled in his grasp and scooted off the bed. Asher's lips turned into an ugly smirk that chased away the warmth of her orgasm and left an ache in her heart. It was the same smirk he gave Kent last night when he had to leave. "I'm not some possession to be passed back and forth between you."
"Of course you're not," Asher said in a soothing voice while he smirked at Kent. "I would never think that … unlike some people."
Jerking on a pair of panties and some jeans, Lalita dug through the drawer of the dresser. Kent came up behind her and kissed her shoulder. "You don't want to be alone with me?"
After their earlier conversation, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. She tugged on a black T-shirt "Of course I do."
Asher moved from the bed to stand next to them, crossing his arms over his chest. "Why are you trying to manipulate her?"
"Me?"
She watched them in the mirror. Kent's upper lip curled back from his teeth and he gave Asher a mocking look before turning back to her. All the while he kept his eyes on Asher. Kent placed a kiss on her temple. "You're the one who snuck in here, uninvited--"
"I don't need an invitation to be with the woman I love." Asher took her hand in his and raised it to his mouth, placing a kiss on her palm. "And she certainly wasn't objecting." Instead of filling her with the usual melting warmth, their hold on her body twisted her stomach.
Stepping away from both of them, she grabbed her new black sandals from the edge of the bed and slipped them on. "I am so fucking out of here." The words came out roughly as tears threatened to spill. She knew this would happen. Knew that there was no way this could work out. It was physically impossible for two men to equally share a woman.
"Where are you going?" Kent asked as moved in front of Asher to block his access to her.
"Away from you two self-centered assholes." A tear streaked down her cheek as she looked for her purse and remembered she didn't have one. This thought brought on more tears as she also realized she had nowhere to go.
Asher pushed Kent out of his way. "Way to go. You've hurt her feelings."
"I hurt her feelings? We were having a great time until you decided you're the only one that matters. That it's all about you, like usual. Couldn't stand the thought that she was having a better time with me than you, huh?"
Asher whirled on him snarled out, "Fuck you. She practically pulled me into bed with you when I kissed her. Obviously, she needed me to finish what you started."
Giving them both a wide berth, she stalked into the living room and hunched down in front of the safe that held the money. "What's the combination?"
"Why?" Asher and Kent followed her out of the bedroom, each crowding her personal space.
"Because I'm taking some money and getting my own room." Her nose started to run, and she pushed the men out of the way and went to the bar to grab a cocktail napkin. "I don't want to be here with you. I don't want to be the cause of you two fighting. And I don't want to feel like some toy that you two are fighting over!" The last part came out in a shout and she felt a tiny bit better as they stared at her. "And I sure as shit don't need a guilt trip from both of you at once about something I didn't do!"
"Oh, Princess, don't cry." Kent started toward her, but Asher pushed him out of the way. The two men turned on each other and the threat of violence made the hair on her arms stand up.
Throwing her used napkin at them, she yelled, "What the fuck is wrong with you? You're supposed to love each other. People that love each other don't do this." She grabbed another napkin and blew her nose again. "Is this is how you treat someone that you love? Ready to hit each other when things get tough? I want no fucking part of either of you."
Both men stared at her with identical stunned expressions. This only fueled her anger. "What? You expected me to sit back and wait for you to decide who 'gets' me?" A guilty wince on both their parts confirmed her words. "You think I'm something to keep around to fuck and cuddle? A possession you can pass back and forth?" She slammed her fist into the wall. "Why did you make me love you if you were going to treat what we have like shit the first time something doesn't go your way!"
Asher's face shut down into a cold mask. "You have no idea what we went through. You can't imagine the pain I've felt."
"You're right, I don't. But you two do!" She stabbed her finger in the air at them. "You know exactly what you've gone through together, and you're pissing all over it by treating each other like this."
"No--"
A loud knock on the door interrupted whatever Asher was going to say.
Wiping her face, she tried to take in a deep shuddering breath. Her nose felt swollen and she knew her face was puffy. Whenever she cried she looked like she was having an allergic reaction.
"Who is it?" Asher asked, peeking through the door.
"Hotel Security, sir."
Asher leaned his head against the door and placed his palm over the eyehole. "Just a disagreement. Everything is okay."
"Sir, I need you to open the door."
Asher glanced over his shoulder and Kent made a “go ahead” motion.
Taking a deep breath, she tried to wipe her face as clean as she could. The last thing they needed right now was the police to be brought in for a domestic violence situation.
The door opened and a tall, thin man in a black suit walked in with a serious expression. "Good morning." He nodded at all of them as Asher closed the door behind him. An expression of shock flickered across his face as he saw her standing by the bar. Her usually red and swollen crying face must been in full effect, because he stared before turning back to the men. "If you gentlemen could please have a seat on the couch, I'd like to ask the lady some questions."
Keeping their eyes on each other, Asher and Kent sat on opposite sides of the small coffee table.
"Sorry about the yelling," she said, trying to detract the hotel security guard's attention from the men. "Really, we're okay. We were talking about the playoffs and I lost my temper." That sounded lame even to her.
The tall man's lips twitched, and he joined her at the bar. He moved close, invading her personal space. "What was the argument about? Did those fags fight over the last doughnut with the sprinkles?"
Shock slammed through her and she backed into the edge of the bar, whacking her hip on one of the chairs. Before she could duck, he had her in a chokehold and turned her to face the men. Cold metal pressed to her temple, and the men froze on the other side of the room.
"Who are you?" Kent asked in a low growl. Behind him, Asher made a small movement forward.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the barrel of a silencer a moment before the shot rang out. Asher dropped to his knees with a scream, hands covering his thigh as blood began to darken his jeans.
"No!" She lunged against the man and the barrel returned to her head. Shaking with fear, she moaned as Asher moved his hands and tried to take his belt off. Kent remained frozen, not turning around as Asher panted.
"Who are you?" Kent asked again.
The man began to drag her toward the door and chuckled. "The luckiest man in the world." He jerked to a stop and nodded to Asher. "Better help your butt buddy with his tourniqu
et."
"God must have sent me a sweet tooth this morning," he mused and stroked the barrel of the gun down her cheek. All of her attention was focused on Asher as Kent knelt next to him and helped him remove his belt. Asher rolled his eyes at her, and she moaned softly at the dazed look. "Imagine how astonished I was to see the faggot that had been such a pain in our ass, no pun intended, standing in line ordering a dozen doughnuts."
"Fuck you," Asher said in a weak voice
He tightened his grip on her and continued. "Time is getting short for me, and your little cock-sucking buddy. Tell the Sanjit David sends his regards."
"Where are you taking her?" Kent's hands were slick with blood as he applied pressure to the wound.
"Oh, don't worry. You'll be able to see what's going to happen." They were almost at the door now, but the gun remained tight to her head. "Go to the anarchists website. We'll be broadcasting live. I want you to live. I want you to tell the authorities about us. I want you to bear witness to our supremacy." His voice took on a feverish heat. "I want you to know the true power of what freedom by any means necessary is." His voice shook with emotion. "When the world is free of fascist lapdogs like you, people will have the choice to find their pleasures in any way they choose."
Breath stinking of old coffee washed over her as he said against her cheek, "Lalita, I want you to start visualizing your vase."
She glanced at the men. Did she pretend to be hypnotized or should she try to fight him? Every so subtly, Kent nodded. "I am the lock."
"I am the key." The gun moved away from her cheek but remained pressed against her ribs. She needed to get that gun away from him, find a moment when he wasn't aiming it at someone. The time spent training with her men fled her mind and she couldn't remember a way to disarm him. All she could think of was the bullet flying from the gun faster than she could move.
"Lalita," he said against the top of her head, "will be the one responsible for pulling the trigger on our big surprise. Wonder how the authorities will explain that? Considering she's dead and all." He gave her a gentle push. "Lock, go get their cell phones and rip the phone out of the wall."