Leather & Lace: Trident Security Book 1

by Cole, Samantha

  Devon opened the drawer next to him and retrieved the condoms and lube he'd put there earlier. He placed them on his desk where the other Dom could reach them and then held up one index finger, bending it a few times to let Carter know she wasn't ready for anything other than a finger in her tight ass. Carter acknowledged him as he lowered one hand to her folds between her legs and grabbed the tube of lubricant with the other. He dripped a fair amount of gel into the crack of her ass then began to work it into the rim of her puckered hole while he plunged two fingers into her soaking wet pussy and fucked her with them.

  Kristen moaned around Devon's cock and the vibrations took him higher. Not wanting to cum too soon, he grabbed a handful of her loosening hair and forced her to slow her pace while his other hand caressed her cheek, neck and shoulder. He worked his way down into her shirt where her lush unrestrained tits were swaying in time with her movements. Her nipples hardened with a brush of his thumb and he gently rolled and tugged on them. Every time he'd played with her breasts, he distracted her in some other way. He didn't think she was aware of him pinching them with more pressure each time because she was so aroused when he did it, the pain instantly changed to pleasure which shot straight to her womb and aroused her even more. He could now lick, suck and pinch them without her tensing at all but it would be a while before he tried to graze them with his teeth and he didn't know if she'd ever be able to take the nipple clamps. If she never got over her fear of them he would accept it, but for now he wanted to try and erase every bad memory she had of her previous sexual encounters until only he existed in the far reaches of her mind.

  Kristen's head was in a wild spin. If someone had told her a week earlier she would be on her knees, blindfolded, sucking Devon's huge erection in his office, in the middle of the afternoon, while a complete stranger finger fucked her pussy and ass, she would've said they were crazy. Now, she was the crazy one–crazy with the intense pleasure and sensations running through her body and loving every minute of it. She knew if she'd said 'no' then Carter would've left and Devon wouldn't be mad or disappointed. However, if she did say it, then she would be the one disappointed for not trying something she'd fantasized about.

  She could distinguish the difference between the two men's touch, but she wasn't sure how because it didn't feel as if a stranger was touching her. It felt like the other man's hands were an extension of Devon's. In her mind, Devon was the only one touching her, with four hands, not two. Carter's fingers were pretty much the same size as Devon's. In fact, they both had the hands of men who were accustomed to hard work yet they were gentle and talented enough to bring a woman extreme gratification. A brief thought of how the two of them must've done this before with other women popped into her head. But it disappeared just as quickly when the fingers in her vagina moved to rub her fluids over her clit sending bolts of electricity through her and rendering her mind useless to anything but her four-out-of-five senses. With her eyes covered, her senses of touch, taste, smell and hearing were heightened. She felt Carter's hands and fingers on her. She savored Devon's taste on the buds of her tongue. She inhaled his musky and masculine scent. And finally, their dueling groans and encouraging words filled her ears along with the crinkle of a condom wrapper.

  Carter pulled his lower hand from her body and she heard the hum of a zipper. She then felt him align his cock with the entrance to her core as his finger continued to play in her ass. She whimpered as he eased himself into her wetness, his hips rocking back and forth as he progressed a little at a time, giving her body a moment to accommodate his thickness. "Fuck, she's tight." He groaned in ecstasy once he buried himself deep inside her. "Damn, her pussy feels like heaven, man."

  "I know the feeling. Pet, you have permission to cum whenever you need to." Devon let his head fall back against the leather chair and was tempted to close his eyes and just feel but the desire to watch her take everything they gave her was even stronger. His dick disappearing behind her red, swollen wet lips was a sight he didn't think he'd ever tire of seeing. She was a pretty woman to begin with but in the throes of pleasure she was stunning.

  As she sucked him in and out of her mouth, she swiped her tongue across his purple head on each upstroke, licking drops of pre-cum from his slit. She remembered everything he'd taught her the first time and her desire to please him brought him more pleasure in return. Her moaning and breathing increased as Carter drove her higher and higher until her orgasm grabbed her and sent her tumbling. She screamed around his dick and he began to fuck her mouth in earnest. Tightening his grip on her scalp, he held her where he wanted her as he increased the pace of his thrusting hips, plunging into the deep cavern of her mouth and making contact with the back of her throat. When she gagged a bit, he shortened his strokes. "Breath through your nose, Pet. I'm going to cum and you're going to swallow every drop."

  He felt and heard her acknowledge him with a muffled 'um-hmm' and let himself go. Her mouth and throat moved greedily as she swallowed his seed. "That's it, baby. Fuck, you're such a good girl." As the last drops left him, Carter did something which sent her over the edge again with the man following her right after, roaring his own release.

  For a few moments the only sound in the room was from the three of them breathing hard. Then Kristen moaned as Carter slid out of her, murmuring words of praise. He looked at Devon as he got up from his knees. "If you've got her, I'm going to run upstairs to one of the rooms and take a quick shower." When Devon nodded, his friend leaned over Kristen's torso and kissed the back of her head while she rested her forehead on her Master's knee, her blindfold still in place. "Thank you, love. That was wonderful. Thank you for letting me share you with Master Devon. You're a beautiful woman and he's a lucky man." When he looked back up at him, Devon knew Carter understood this woman was important to him. She wasn't just another sub and it'd been the operative's honor to participate in her first ménage.

  After Carter disposed of his condom in the trash and left the room, closing the door behind him, Devon tucked himself back into his pants and pulled the zipper up. Standing, he leaned down, picked Kristen up in his arms and placed her exhausted body on his couch. He covered her with a knitted blanket which was draped over the back of the couch, a decorative touch courtesy of Mrs. Kemple. Retrieving a wet washcloth from his office's half-bath, he proceeded to clean Kristen as she fell into a sub-space induced sleep.

  He took off her shoes and blindfold to make her comfortable, and then took care of himself in the bathroom. Sitting on the edge of the couch next to her, he spent the next twenty minutes or so caressing her from head to toe as she slept. When he heard the gate alert sound from his phone, he sighed and gently roused her. "Pet, are you okay?"

  "Um-hmmm. Wonderful."

  He chuckled at her sleepy, sated voice. "I need to go to a meeting down the hall. I want you to stay here and sleep awhile. The door will be shut and no one'll disturb you. I'm leaving a bottle of water and your purse here next to you. If you need me for anything, text me and I'll come right back, okay? When I'm finished, we'll get something to eat."

  "Mmm-hmm, 'kay. Love you."

  CHAPTER 17

  Devon froze at her murmured words but she'd slipped back into slumber. Did she realize what she'd said? Had she fallen in love with a man who'd never said those words to anyone besides those he considered family? And why was he not running for the hills as soon as he heard them?

  A soft knock interrupted his thoughts and he left her sleeping, grabbed his cell phone and locked the door, shutting it behind him as he exited. Ian was waiting for him in the hallway. "Just waiting on Carter, Brody and Marco. Boomer and Jake pulled in right behind me."

  "Carter's upstairs, he'll be back down in a minute."

  Ian nodded, his face became grim. "Keon didn't come alone. Two NCIS agents are with him."

  Devon's eyes widened. "Fuck. What the hell is going on?"

  His brother turned on his foot and began to walk toward the conference room with Devon on his heels
. "It's not good. I only heard the basics on the way here. I'll let Keon tell everyone at once."

  A few minutes later, Trident Security's six main personnel sat around the large conference table, along with Deputy Director Larry Keon of the FBI, black ops agent T. Carter and NCIS Investigators Nathan Dobrowski and Barbara Chan.

  Brody was booting up his laptop while Keon stood and began to hand out identical folders to everyone but Dobrowski and Chan, who had their own copies with them. Chan also had a laptop open and it was hooked up to the large Hi-Def monitor hanging on the wall at the one unoccupied end of the table. Beau had joined them and was snoring loudly from somewhere under the long table. Keon remained standing as he spoke.

  "Information has come to our attention that several recent deaths of former Navy personnel may be part of a larger plot." Pictures of retired SEALs Eric Prichard, Quincy Dale and Jeff Mullins popped up on the monitor, along with their dates of death, or in Quincy Dale's case, an estimated date. A round of surprised curses from the teammates followed.

  "Are you fucking kidding me?" The rhetorical question came from Boomer. "What the fuck is going on? Did anyone know Dale was dead?"

  The others shook their heads as the youngest team member looked at their stunned faces. This was news to all of them. Their former teammate lived in Alaska and had little contact with his buddies since his last tour ended about two and a half years ago. Facial scarring from burns he'd received in an RPG attack had the man living like a hermit.

  Keon raised his hand to calm the room down before he continued. "We only found out about Dale on Monday. It's what raised a red flag. Dale's brother hadn't heard from him in four months or so and, from what I understand, it wasn't unusual these last few years. Robert Dale finally decided to take a three hour drive out to Quincy's place this past Saturday and found his brother's decomposing corpse in his cabin. The medical examiner estimated he'd been dead about three months. A 9 mm Smith and Wesson was found with the body and his prints were on the gun. At first the troopers figured suicide. With Dale's recent history, it wouldn't have been too difficult to believe."

  "Except Dale didn't own an S&W nine." Boomer spoke with the certainty of a man who'd known his friend's habits well. "He hated them. Said they never felt right to him, the grip and weight were all wrong. I remember him arguing with some grunt about it on his last tour. He would've bought a thousand other guns before he bought an S&W nine."

  Keon nodded. "Exactly what his brother said. And someone filed off the gun's serial number which created a few more doubts. Robert said Quincy would've never bought a gun with the number gone and he wouldn't have done it himself. Nothing else was out of place–no prints or trace evidence. The state troopers asked the M.E. to scrutinize the entry wound to be on the safe side. M.E. states the shot to the head was close to but not quite possible for Dale to have done it himself. The doc said it was an awkward angle which didn't make sense. It wouldn't have been comfortable for a person to hold the gun so far back behind the ear. Suicides by a bullet to the head seem to be a common way to go in desolate areas of Alaska. The doc knows his stuff and ruled it a probable homicide."

  Barbara Chan took over. "A homicide death notification of a SEAL following so closely to a hit-and-run death of another from the same team made me curious. I ran a list of the team's current and retired members through VA computer and Jeff Mullins' name popped up, along with his wife. The burglary-homicide set my internal panic alarm off. Three members of the same team dead within six-months and all of them are unsolved."

  "Someone's hunting SEALs." Devon hated to state what they were all thinking but it needed to be said.

  "And not just SEALs, but Team Four specifically. Prichard knew something was off," Keon said. "Early this morning, I had a local agent go interview Prichard's wife. According to the police report, he was wearing a concealed pistol in an ankle holster when his body was found. The wife said it wouldn't have been unusual when he'd been active with the team but since they moved to Iowa after his retirement, she didn't think he wore it much anymore. Quiet little town and such.

  "After a few more questions, she remembered something from a few days before he was killed. Prichard asked her if she'd noticed anything odd or if she'd seen anyone in the area she didn't recognize. She hadn't and asked him why. He shrugged it off and said it was probably nothing. It was the last time he mentioned anything her. I guess in her shock and grief she forgot about it. Her eleven-year old son overheard her talking to the agent and said that the day before his dad's death, the two of them were driving home from the kid's football practice and Prichard kept looking in the mirrors. He took a long route home, making some turns he didn't need to. He was also slowing down and accelerating for no reason. The kid thought it was weird and Prichard said he was just checking something out. Nothing happened and they got home without any trouble but I think it's a good assumption he knew he was in someone's cross-hairs. The questions are–did he know who or why and why didn't he say something to the sheriff or call someone from the team for back up? "

  "I think he was trying before he was killed." All eyes turned to Marco. "Curt Bannerman mentioned to me at the funeral, he'd gotten a voice mail about two hours before Eric was killed. All Eric said was he needed to talk to Curt about something and he should call him back as soon as possible. Curt couldn't return the call until twenty hundred hours and by then it was too late."

  Keon sat down and said, "You need to talk to Jennifer Mullins and see if anything unusual happened in the days leading up to her parents' murders."

  "I agree." Ian shot off a quick text to Jenn asking her to come to the office in a little while. "I'll have her stop by later so we can talk."

  "The good news is–as if there could be good news in this mess–if the reason these men were killed is linked to a specific mission and it wasn't only because they were SEALs or more specifically SEAL Team Four, then we're able to narrow it down to a nine month period six years ago. So at least we have a starting point."

  Jake's eyes narrowed. "How do you figure?"

  "Because," Ian said, "it was the only time frame when Jeff and Dale were on the team together. Dale joined us nine months before Jeff retired. Unfortunately, according to Dobrowski here, we were active during most of those months and there's a list of over thirty individual missions. Some lasted only a day or a week, but a few were longer and spanned five countries. Two in the Middle East, one each in Africa, Colombia and Brazil and as a team, we're responsible for over seventy confirmed deaths while on those missions."

  Chan chimed in again. "We know it's a lot and we have other investigators getting in touch with and interviewing all SEALs who were active in Team Four at the time. You six are all on the list and the only ones working together in a large group with the security clearances you have, so we came here to pick your minds and review the mission reports with you."

  The teammates groaned. Thirty missions with seventy plus kills could produce an astronomical amount of intelligence, evidence, paperwork and photos.

  "The Pentagon has been working since Monday night to get us copies of everything. I received a call when we got off the plane, the files will be here first thing in the morning from D.C. I don't think I need to state the obvious, gentlemen, but I will. This involves highly classified mission reports. Despite your level of clearance, you're all considered civilians now, which means we had to get permission from far up the food chain to get you access to them even though each of you wrote some, if not all of them. These reports will not be censored and redacted. As of their arrival at around nine a.m. tomorrow morning, this room will be in lock down. Nathan or I must be present whenever any of you are in this room with the reports and nothing leaves this room without our approval. Six MPs will be posted outside in rotating shifts of two. No one, other than the ten people currently in this room, is allowed in here. That pertains to any support staff you have."

  Brody laughed out loud. "Paula's gonna go nuts! Ian, can I be there when you tell he
r?"

  With a few chuckles, the tension in the room eased at the thought of their nosy office manager being left out of the loop and banned from the room. If the woman had been a cat, her curiosity would've killed her a long time ago.

  Devon glanced at the individuals around the table and his gaze fell on one man. "Hey, Carter, how do you figure in to this whole frigging mess?"

  The big man's face showed no emotion as he shrugged his shoulders. "I'm just here for the food."

  Devon snorted as the rest of the team let out barks of laughter. Years ago, Devon had been undercover for a mission in Rio de Janeiro when he unexpectedly ran into Carter, also undercover, at a swanky gala with over five hundred people. A Colombian drug lord the team had under surveillance was in attendance and Devon drew the short straw for getting into a black-tie monkey suit. When he'd gotten a brief minute alone with his buddy, he asked a similar question and gotten the same answer. Every once in a while the stale joke reared its ugly head when their friend didn't want to lie to them and couldn't tell them the truth. In other words, if he told them, he'd have to kill them.

  Keon stood and the NCIS agents followed suit. "Ian, I don't need to tell you and your team to watch your backs. If you need anything, let me know. I have to head to the Jacksonville office tomorrow for some unrelated business and my time for the next week or so will be split between here, there, D.C. and New York but I'll be available by cell if something comes up. In addition to NCIS, you have the complete support of the FBI. We're involved because the murders occurred in three different states and they may be the result of any one of the jobs you've done for Uncle Sam, including some sanctioned by the FBI. I didn't know Mullins as well as you all did, but he was a good man. He and his wife and the others didn't deserve what they got and I'll be damned if Team Four loses anyone else on my watch."