“Please, Master!” She swallowed, a little uncertain what exactly he had planned, but loving that her choices were gone. That he wasn’t asking anymore. She tried to lift her hips, to show him how much she wanted it all.
His finger went still. He slapped her thigh with a sharp Crack! “Don’t move unless you’re told to, pet. You’ve been trained to know better.”
She whimpered, keeping her head down, trembling as something in his presence shifted. Her brain clicked into that sweet mode of obedience. “Yes, Master.”
“Good girl.” He stroked her back. Withdrew his finger completely. “Legs open wide, head down, and arms straight. I want those pretty breasts nice and available.”
Her nipples drew up into achy little points at the words alone. She spread her thighs and positioned her arms. Her whole body quivered with anticipation as she heard him walk away. She bit her lip when she heard him washing his hands in the bathroom. Seconds later, he crossed the room and there was the rustling sound of a plastic bag.
A snap made her jump. She froze when he placed his hand on her butt and it felt different. Like it was covered in a thin glove.
“I told you I wouldn’t hurt you too much, but when I saw this, I knew I had to see it inside you.” The second she tried to peek, his hand shifted to the side of her neck. She yelped as his fingers dug into the pressure point and pain streaked across her nerves. “Trust, Akira. Close your eyes and just do as I say.”
She nodded, shaking and chewing at her bottom lip as she pressed her eyes shut. She heard a soft, liquid sound, then felt his finger against her again, much smoother with the glove and slick with lube. He pushed it in and out, then added a second. Pulled out, drizzled more lube between her cheeks, then eased them in again. A third finger had her breathing with her mouth wide open. The stretching was almost . . . almost more than she could take.
“Open for me, sweetheart. Give me a number for how bad it hurts.”
Eleven! Twelve! A fragile part of her practically screamed as his knuckles breached her, but she forced herself to relax and let him in. It was uncomfortable, but there was enough lube to ease the way. And once she calmed down a bit, she realized it didn’t hurt that much at all.
Just a little bit. “Three.”
“Good. Now press back against me so I can loosen you up.” He waited until she’d followed his instructions, then made a soft, humming sound of approval. “Perfect. How does that feel?”
The motion of his fingers going in and out had her struggling not to move with him. Her arousal had her so wet she was surprised her juices weren’t spilling down her thighs. But with her legs spread so wide . . . her cheeks heated.
His fingers went still. “You tensed. What is it?”
She held her breath. Then spoke in a rush. “I just hope I’m not . . . dripping, Sir.”
He laughed. “Damn it, Tiny, you’re too cute.” His free hand covered her pussy, and she gasped at the surge of pleasure. “Mmm, you’re so fucking wet. But you’re right. Mustn’t make a mess. Stay just like that.”
Suddenly empty. Completely lacking any contact with him, she let out a low whine. And clamped her lips together, embarrassed that the pathetic sound had come from her. She’d heard others whine at the club, but she’d always been a good sub for Dominik. And a good sub didn’t whine!
Rustling again, coming closer, then below her. She didn’t dare look, but Cort was quick to explain what he’d done. “I put the bag down, baby. No need to worry about dripping on the nasty carpet.”
Her already fiery cheeks flared with hot blood rushing to her face. She’d never found humiliation arousing, but Cort seemed to be inadvertently exposing her to a side of herself she’d never known existed.
Or maybe it was intentional. He drew an ungloved finger along her slit, then brought it to her lips. “Open.”
She opened her mouth, trembling as he slicked her own juices over her lips and then pressed his fingers deep into her mouth. She’d tasted herself on Ford’s lips, on Cort’s, but this was different. Sucking on his fingers, she got a real sense of how slippery she was. Slightly sweet, a little salty, headier than the aroma of her arousal.
His fingers dipped into her ass once again, his other hand still half in her mouth. And this time, there was no pain. Only her body reacting to everything he did, stretched and taut as piano wire, contained but tuned to play the perfect note on the softest touch of a key.
He played her gently at first, but again, abruptly, stopped. The music was gone and the chord—the one that lingered just before the intense chorus—hung in the air. Only this time, she didn’t shift to ask for more. Didn’t let out so much as a sigh of complaint.
She simply waited for him to continue the song.
“Show me, Tiny. Show me how much you can take.” Cort positioned something hard against her back hole. “But don’t forget that I’m trusting you to tell me if you need to stop.”
He didn’t wait for her to reply. The tip of the smooth, unyielding object went into her slowly, becoming wider and wider. A quiet voice in her head reasoned that it was probably a butt plug. She would get past the widest part and would find some relief as it fit snugly inside her.
Only, it just kept getting wider. Burning more and more. She whimpered as it stretched her beyond what Cort had when his dick had filled her.
“So beautiful. I knew you would look beautiful taking this in.” Cort’s words were barely a murmur, but what they did to her made the pain negligible. He stopped for a few seconds, kissing her side. “Yellow or red?”
“Neither.” It was close, but she shifted her hips back, adjusting and pushing against the full sensation until it slipped in a bit easier. And there was only one thing she needed from him now. “Please, Master, tell me what seeing this does for you?”
Cort groaned. “Fuck, it’s just a bit wider than my dick, but it’s clear glass with a big round silver ring at the end for me to pull on. The way you’re stretched around it has me so fucking hard . . .”
Finally, the plug was all the way it. She hissed through her teeth as the ring of muscle clung to the slimmest part. The invasion of the wide, solid glass within was uncomfortable, but not unbearably so. She felt like she was glowing all over from Cort’s reaction alone.
The sound of Cort taking the gloves off had her clenching every muscle from her belly down. Would he take her now? Would he all she’d only dreamed he’d one day be capable of doing?
He covered her with his body and cupped her breasts. “Ready for more?”
“I’m ready for anything, Sir.” Her arms shook as his brief, supportive hold left her. She sensed him at her side. He pinched one nipple between his fingers.
Tiny teeth bit into her and she choked back a scream.
“Breathe through it. I tried these on myself while doing ‘research.’ Looked kinda funny on me, but after a second or two, it wasn’t too bad.” He petted her hair. “Here comes the other.”
Her whole body jerked, and she made quiet little noises that she hoped he wouldn’t take as “stop”—or worse—“red.” The weight of the nipple clamps made her breasts feel heavy and sensitive. She heard the jingle of a chain and felt it swinging against her belly as Cort positioned himself behind her.
The rip of a condom wrapper was familiar. His dick slipping between her folds, then driving in, had her arms folding. The huge butt plug made the thickness of his heavy cock such a ruthless invasion she had no problem remaining perfectly still. He’d claimed her in every single way, and all there was left for her to do was absorb the pleasure he gave.
“So fucking tight.” Cort stopped and she could feel his fist at the base of his dick, preventing him from going in too deep. “I was hoping to do this with Ford fucking your mouth, but . . .” He eased out, then surged back roughly. “Next time. And next time, the plug will be bigger.” He began a steady rhythm that had her brain shutting down completely and her body more than willing to take more and more and more. His next words tore her into t
iny threads set ablaze. “I wouldn’t try my fist in your pussy or your ass, but . . . damn, to see Ford do it—”
“Ah!” Akira screamed and bucked as her orgasm threw her like the world had exploded beneath her. She felt Cort everywhere. Could see how it would be when Ford was with them, how both men would overwhelm her by doing things to her that she’d never even considered. Her mind went blank. Stars danced behind her closed lids.
Her hips rose, then fell as Cort pulled at the plug, and she choked on a sob. So much to take, her body couldn’t focus on one thing. She almost didn’t hear him telling her to let go of the plug.
But a very primitive part of her was ready to do anything he asked. She pressed against the plug. It popped out.
“A fresh one for your pussy, pet.” Cort told her before pulling out and thrusting a wide, smooth shaft into her pussy to replace him. He slammed his dick into her ass and kept moving. He was always moving, and it was as though she’d never stop climaxing. She reached the peak again and again, diving over then finding herself tossed up as though some invisible force hit her on the way down. She soared with the last and opened her eyes.
There were beautiful colors splashed across her vision. She giggled even as the last wave crashed into her. So pretty. Little fireflies danced in the air. Tiny specks of pain shimmered red below them, but they couldn’t touch her. They were such a long, long way down.
“Don’t move.” Cort held her side with one hand and touched her cheek with the other. “Stay where you are, baby. You look so happy.”
Happy. The word shimmered like white sand under the sun. Happy didn’t sound right, but it was close. Free and contained didn’t make sense. Alive and worn to that last breath came close. Everything was shifting around her, and then there was warmth. Strength wrapped around her. A solid place to land if she ever did.
“I’ll stay.” She smiled as her eyes drifted shut once again. “You want me to stay.”
“I do.” Cort framed her face with his hands, and she could see his face in high-definition. Clear and rough and perfect. “I’m not sure if this will hurt. I hope it doesn’t yank you back down.”
He shifted and her breasts flared, shooting her up higher. She hovered there, so high above, but still looking up at him.
And whispered with a smile still on her lips, “I’m not sure I’ll ever come down.”
* * * *
The knife carved across Ford’s ribs, and he clenched his teeth to keep from crying out as he swung blindly. His blood ran down his side and soaked into his jeans. He fought to get free as he saw Cam take a knife to the shoulder.
Not the first Cam had taken. Ford knew he had to stop this. But the pain had him seeing nothing but red. And no matter how hard he fought, he knew he couldn’t stop them.
He would die. But nothing hurt worse than knowing Cam, who’d been so loyal, who’d become a friend, would lie next to him under a pile of dirt. Cam’s family would never know what had happened to him. He’d just be gone forever.
Inside the bar, the loud music from the band he’d hired was still playing. The Cobras who’d come in after losing tonight’s game were shouting over the violent base of “Burn it Down,” a song by Linkin Park, which the band was doing a decent cover of. They were bitching out the refs. Each other.
They had no clue Ford and Cam were out here. Both had been in Ford’s office at the back of the bar when Kingsley’s thugs showed up. Cam had ”convinced” them to leave by pulling out his gun. The men had said they would go if Ford came and let them deliver his father’s message.
Stupid! Ford grunted as a fist rammed into his stomach. He bent forward, cursing as he watched Cam hit the ground hard. He lurched forward to try to protect Cam, reacting on instinct alone because there was really nothing he could do.
One of the thugs raked his fingers into Ford’s hair, then slammed him into the wall. A shredded sensation across his face and arm, then no pain at all. But there was the cold kiss of the gun the man pressed against Ford’s cheek.
The back door to the bar clicked and Ford heard light, familiar laughter. “Sloan, it’s disgusting out here—no, Sir, I wouldn’t dare turn down an offer like that!”
“Oriana!” Ford threw himself at the thug, and the gun went off. All sound vanished for what seemed like a very long time. Ford collapsed against the wall as his sister came into view. There were specs of blood on her face. Crimson blotches on her white T-shirt.
Her lips formed his name. Sloan shoved her back and lurched forward, Max a step behind him. Suddenly there were so many people, big men, a good half of the team and some regulars. Ford blinked at Silver who seemed to appear in front of him out of nowhere. He reached out and grabbed her wrist. Looked for somewhere safe to hide her.
“Call Laura! We’ve got them!” That was Luke. Sound returned and Ford’s heart pounded against his ribs. He held on to his little sister while seeking out Oriana, whispering an incoherent prayer that Luke had made Jami stay inside.
Dominik growled, on his knees beside his brother. He held his hands over Cam’s stomach. “Look. At. Me. Cam, don’t you fucking close your eyes. Damn you, I told you not to take this fucking job!”
“I’m sorry, Dominik,” Ford whispered, not sure the man could hear him. But that couldn’t matter now. He tugged at Silver’s wrist. “Oriana—you have to help her!”
“What?” Silver’s eyes went wide. Her small hand covered the cut on his side as she shouted. “Oriana! Oria—”
“I’m right here, sweetie.” Oriana came over, touching Silver’s cheek before crouching down in front of Ford. “The ambulance is on the way. The cops should be here any second.” A cold smile slid across her lips. “The men who attacked you might still be alive when they get here.”
“He’s bleeding.” Silver’s voice was thick with fear. She was so pale; Ford wanted to tell her he was okay, but there was something more important.
“Oriana’s bleeding too. I’ll be fine, just make sure she—”
Oriana frowned. “I’m not . . .” She glanced down at her shirt. Her hand went to her throat. “It’s not my blood.”
A few feet away, Sloan had one thug on the ground, and White was fighting to get Sloan’s hands off the man’s neck. Sloan shoved White away, strangling the thug with one hand. Chicklet joined them, slipping between White and Sloan, her eyes hard as she got right in Sloan’s face while prying his fingers away from the thug’s throat.
Sloan was in a blind rage, but he didn’t seem to be hurt.
There was a crowd around the two other thugs. Luke was struggling to hold one down. Lost his grip on the man’s wrists and grunted as an elbow stuck his jaw. Sebastian jerked the thug to his feet and cracked him in the temple with a solid fist, knocking him out cold.
The last thug wasn’t fighting. Zach stood over him, a foot resting on the shiny, bald head. Speaking to Scott who was sitting on the ground, holding on to Max. Blood seeped between Scott’s fingers as he pressed his hand to Max’s shoulder.
Ford swallowed and tears blinded him as Scott shouted something at Max, then at Zach as Max lost consciousness and slumped against Scott’s side. He’d done this. First Cam, and now Max.
Oriana’s screams tore through his chest and shredded his heart. She ran to Max, tripping just as she reached him, dropping to her knees by his side.
Ford twisted away from Silver and pushed to his feet. He ignored her attempts to stop him and jerked his chin at Landon and Dean who’d moved to stand behind her. “Get her out of here.” His soul felt dead. As much as he loved Akira, as much as he’d wanted a future with her and Cort, there was no way he could have that anymore. There was only one thing left for him to do. “Go home and give my niece a kiss for me. And tell everyone . . . tell everyone I’m sorry I didn’t do this sooner.”
“Where do you think you’re going?” Silver’s nails dug into his arm. She sidestepped to block him, then hissed in his face. “You’re hurt. You’re staying right here and waiting to go to the hospital.�
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“No.” Ford met her eyes, his tone completely lifeless. “I’m going to end this.”
Rather than arguing, she gave him a curt nod. “Good. Then take out your fucking phone and call your detective friend.”
“Why? There’s nothing he can do. I have nothing.”
“Your father’s assistant is in the bar, enjoying your father’s favorite whiskey. I was gonna tell you the next time I saw you because you said the bar wasn’t safe.” Her lips thinned as though she’d just realized how right he’d been. “But maybe it will be useful now.”
“What the fuck are you talking about, Silver?” Ford couldn’t waste any more time. He thought about the gun he had under the bar. Since he didn’t give a shit about being caught, it didn’t matter that the gun was registered to him. If it was the last thing he ever did, he’d have the barrel stuffed in his father’s mouth by the end of the night.
“The guy’s on oxy. I saw him buy it from a dealer I recognize.” She bit her lip at the sharp look Dean shot her way. “I can’t change what I know, but maybe, for once, it will be good for something.”
“If the cops pull him over and find that on him . . .” Landon gave Ford a grim smile. “This might be exactly what you need. How much would your father’s assistant know?”
Ford felt numb. He opened and closed his mouth a few times. There was no way it could be this easy. But the word finally came out. “Everything.”
He pulled out his phone, walking away from the chaos, down the alley to where he could hear the phone ringing. The detective said “Hello,” but Ford didn’t reply for a long time. His brain didn’t seem willing to function.
“I know it’s you, Ford. What the fuck do you want? Do you know what time it is?”
Approaching a brick wall and resting his forehead against it, Ford drew in a shallow breath. “Kingsley’s assistant. My sister just saw him buying oxy. Is there any way you could—”
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