Licensed to Thrill [Clandestine Affairs 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Zara Chase

  Milo recalled meeting Bisset during the infamous oak-tree debacle, but Bisset obviously didn’t remember him, and Milo saw no reason to jog his memory. Milo hadn’t liked him then and, as he listened to his voice spilling from the tiny phone, talking about damage limitation and headstrong kids, he decided his opinion hadn’t changed. Milo let him talk, wondering if he was aware every other sentence contained the words, Jodie’s no terrorist. He was one of those men who got carried away with his own rhetoric. If you say something often enough then it has to be true. Significantly, he had yet to ask how Jodie was. That fact alone confirmed Jodie’s assertion that everything was always about him.

  “Jodie’s here’s now,” Milo said when Bisset finally ran out of words. “Would you like to talk to her?”

  “Sure.”

  “Hi, Dad.” Jodie crossed her arms defensively over her torso.

  “Hey, honey, what have you gotten yourself into this time?”

  “I’m fine thanks,” she replied with a sarcastic smile Milo wished her father could have seen.

  “I’ve told you before, sugar, these causes of yours are all fine and good, but they only lead to trouble. You’d best get yourself home, and we’ll—”

  “I can’t. The police have my passport.”

  “Well, I’m sure Mr. Hanson will get things sorted out. Once he has, come back to the States and we’ll find you something worthwhile to do.”

  Milo and Hal exchanged an incredulous glance. Was this guy for real?

  “Nothing’s changed,” Jodie replied curtly. “I’m staying where I am.”

  A heavy sigh echoed down the line. “Jodie, you really can’t carry on like this. If you don’t care about yourself, spare a thought for your brother and me.”

  Milo could see that mention of Paul caused Jodie’s confidence to waver. That was a good thing, surely? If she went back to the States, Milo could put his mild infatuation with Jodie behind him, and get on with his life.

  Liar!

  He felt sorry for her with an old man like that to contend with, but he really didn’t want to get involved. Besides, she was committed to her causes—causes that definitely didn’t jibe with Milo’s agenda. He touched his disfigured thigh, reminding himself why, if any reminder were necessary. One glance at her stricken face, and common sense took a hike. He grabbed the phone, took it off speaker, and put it to his ear.

  “It’s Hanson again, Mr. Bisset. Jodie’s in a bit of a state,” he said, winking at her. “I don’t think she’s in the right frame of mind for a parental lecture right now, so I’m going to have to end this call.”

  “Just a damned minute there, young man. This call ends when I say it does. Now put Jodie back on the line right now.”

  “Sorry, sir, but that’s not going to happen.”

  “Paul told me you were a good man, but I can see you’re just one of those radical types Jodie finds so fascinating. Now put my daughter back on the phone, or I’ll find her another lawyer.”

  “Your daughter’s old enough to decide for herself who represents her.” Milo glanced at Jodie. Her mouth had dropped open, and she was staring at Milo as though he was the one standing there in his underwear, not her. “Good afternoon to you, sir.”

  Milo cut the call. “Whoops,” he said, patting his knee. “Was it something I said?”

  The shadow left Jodie’s eye, and she laughed aloud and then scampered over to sit on his knee.

  “Sorry about that,” he said, kissing the end of her nose. “Now, where were we? Hey, you’re trembling. Did he upset you that much?”

  “No, it’s just he has a way—”

  “I know.” Milo shared a glance with Hal. “Perhaps this isn’t such a good idea tonight. We’ll tuck you up in your own bed and we can play when you’re feeling less anxious.”

  “No!” She sat bolt upright, her expression starkly determined. “I’d like to try it right away, before I lose my nerve. Besides, it’s the best way I can think of to get my father’s voice out of my head.”

  Hal laughed, reached out a hand, and ran it softly down her thigh. “Can’t argue with your logic, babe.”

  “All right, sweetheart, if you’re sure, then the first thing you have to understand is that you’re in charge here.” Milo’s tone was stern. “We give the orders, and we expect you to obey them, but responsibility for your welfare is ours, and we’ll never deliberately hurt or humiliate you.” He placed the fingers of one hand beneath her chin and tilted her head backward, forcing her to meet his gaze. If she still had doubts, he’d see them in her eyes. She was hopeless at disguising her feelings. All he could see was curiosity and passion swirling in their depths. “Do you understand that?”

  “Yes, Sir. I think so.”

  “That’s good, honey. Real good. What you also have to understand is there’s a thin dividing line between pain and pleasure. In a sexual context it’s a polarity that lives in each of us and the relationship between the two is as profound as it is complex.” Milo rubbed her back with soothing sweeps of his hands as he explained. “But we all too often close down our receptors for fear the pain will bring discomfort.”

  “Right,” Hal agreed. “But we’re going to teach you that ecstatic and deep pleasure can be ignited by an equal release of intense pain.”

  Jodie shook her head. “I can’t imagine how that could be possible.”

  She forgot to address him as sir but Milo allowed the slip because he didn’t want to derail the discussion. It was important she understood what they were going to do, and how to get the most out of it. In fact, seldom had it mattered more for a would-be sub to understand what drove him. Make that never. The restlessness he’d been wrestling with since leaving the service—since the occurrence of the cataclysmic, life-threatening event that had forced him to leave—had abated the moment he kissed Jodie. Given the nature of her causes she believed in so passionately, he shouldn’t even like her. He definitely shouldn’t have felt such an overwhelming need to kiss her. Damn it, what the fuck was she doing to him?

  “Sex, pain, and violence all stimulate similar chemicals. Endorphins are released in painful experiences but trick the brain into thinking they’re pleasurable.” Milo pushed her hair aside and nuzzled her neck. “As you’re about to find out. Still wanna play?”

  “Yes, Sir, I absolutely do.” She looked up at him through a fringe of thick lashes, her eyes glowing with eager fervency.

  “Good, just so long as you’re sure. Hal, do we have a collar for our sub?”

  “I reckon that can be arranged?”

  “A collar, Master? May I ask why?”

  “You most certainly may, darling. You’ll wear it all the time you’re in the apartment, as a sign that you belong to Hal and me.” He nipped and sucked his way down the long column of her neck, causing her to squirm about on his lap, inflicting considerable damage to his rigid cock. “It will be a visual reminder that you’re ours to do with as we please.”

  Hal returned from the equipment room with a soft leather collar in vibrant red. He fastened it around Jodie’s neck and then stood back to examine his handiwork.

  “You look pretty as a picture, sweet thing,” he said.

  Jodie rotated her head, as though getting used to the feel of it, biting her lower lip in a futile attempt to contain a killer smile. Unless Milo read her all wrong, before they even got down to business, she’d already figured out just how much power she actually wielded over the two of them. Milo chuckled. No one could accuse Jodie Bisset of not being a quick study.

  “Is it too tight?” Milo asked, deliberately misunderstanding her reaction.

  “No, Sir, it feels just fine.”

  “Wait until we attach a leash to it and have you crawling along at the end of it,” Hal said, swooping in for another kiss.

  “Good. Now go and stand where you were before the phone interrupted us.” Milo tapped her cute butt and she scampered to do his bidding. “Take those panties off, darling. They’re soaked through anyway, so they’re
no use to you.”

  She hesitated for a beat, then slid them down her legs and stepped out of them.

  “Good girl.” Both men took a moment to admire her pussy. She didn’t wax so they got firsthand confirmation that she was a natural brunette. “Now, what shall we do about that bra? Any suggestions, Hal?”

  “I sure have. Pull your tits out of the top of the cups, darling.”

  Jodie stood with her legs slightly parted as she struggled to comply. She was so going to be a natural at this. The speed with which her embarrassment had disappeared, along with the steady trickle of her own juices slipping down her inner thighs, told him she was both excited and curious. The two men shared an appreciative glance when solid, raspberry-pink nipples poked out above her bra cups. The areolas, too, were raised, crying out to be sucked. Their little sub was more than ready to play.

  “Touch your nipples, Jodie,” Milo said softly. “Pinch them. Pretend it’s one of us doing it for you.”

  She seemed to forget she wasn’t supposed to look at them, and maintained eye contact with them both as she did what they asked. Watching her fingers plucking at her nipples was so damned erotic. Seeing the expression of dark desire that invaded her features caused both men’s cocks to solidify painfully, but Milo wasn’t ready for Jodie to learn the ugly truth about him. She would be appalled, and very likely put off, so he suffered in silence, and kept his erection zipped inside his pants.

  “How does that feel, honey?” Hal asked.

  “Strange,” she replied in a distant voice. “Sensitive, but nice. I can feel you watching me, and I want to please you.”

  “That’s good, babe.” Milo sent her a brief smile. “Okay, that’s enough. You can lose the bra now.”

  She unfastened it without hesitation and threw it aside. Standing naked in front of them, she finally appeared to recall she wasn’t supposed to look at them and dropped her gaze, hands crossed almost demurely across her pussy.

  “Okay, sweetheart,” Milo said. “We’re going to spank your butt now, get you used to the feeling. But first Hal’s gonna cuff your hands behind you.”

  Her head shot up. “Why?”

  “That would be why, Sir? And the reason is so you don’t get tempted to touch, at least not with your hands. We like seeing you restrained.”

  “All right.” She paused, glanced up and sent him a mischievous smile that would earn her an extra spanking, the little tease. “Sir.”

  Hal produced fluffy restraints, walked across to Jodie and kissed her hard and deep. He then told her to put her hands behind her, cuffed her wrists and left her standing there.

  “Come over here, Jodie, and bend over my knee,” Milo commanded.

  She was breathing heavily as she fell across his lap. She was excited, which was good. Milo could work with that. He ran his hand repeatedly across the globes of her ass, stimulating her, talking quietly to her all the time.

  “When my hand comes down, it will sting. Roll with the pain, honey, and wait to see what happens. You ready?”

  “Yes,” she replied breathlessly.

  Her hair cascaded over her face as she lay over him. Milo gathered it up and wound it around his fist, tugging gently at the same time as he spanked her with his other hand. He then slipped his spanking hand beneath her and brushed it against her clit. Her body jolted and she let out a startled oh.

  Milo chuckled. “Oh, indeed.”

  He repeated the process, spanking her a little harder this time, pulling on her hair just a little more firmly, brushing against her clit for a fraction of a second longer.

  “Pleasure and pain,” he reminded her. “Can’t have one without the other.”

  “No, Sir,” came the breathless reply.

  “You’ve been a real bad girl, and need to be punished.”

  She moaned when he spanked her for a third time. “Yes, Master, I do.”

  “How does it feel?”

  “You’re right. It stings, but then the tingling becomes…well, sensitive, I guess because of where else you’re touching me.”

  “Just think how much greater that rush would be if I spanked you with something stronger than my hand.”

  “Her pussy’s leaking all over your jeans, Milo,” Hal said, shaking his head. “She needs to be punished for her lack of control.”

  “No, she’s had enough for the first time.”

  Milo released her hair, and Jodie mumbled something incomprehensible. He and Hal shared another loaded glance, both of them thinking she was complaining. She wanted her punishment to continue. Shit, she was hot!

  He righted her on his lap, curled a hand around her nape above her collar, and forced her head lower, so he could coerce her lips apart with his tongue. Her mouth—there was just something about it. He’d been attracted by it when he first saw her at the police station, which ought to have put him on his guard. It had, but he chose to ignore the warning. On a visceral level he guessed he’d always known it would come down to this moment, even when he’d made up his mind that he didn’t actually like her, or what she stood for.

  Milo sucked her plump lower lip into his mouth, shuddering as he anticipated those same lips wrapped around his throbbing cock. Fuck it, he needed to move this along! Milo prided himself on his staying power, but Jodie was messing with his control, with his mind, with every goddamned part of him. He broke the kiss and told her to kneel in front of Hal. Milo intended to fuck her first, so it seemed only right that Hal got to have his cock sucked. Besides, Milo was keen to watch, and maybe torment her just a little bit while she did her stuff.

  Grinning, Hal shed his jeans, sat back down again, and fisted his massive erection.

  “Hal could use some help from your mouth,” he said curtly. “Get on your knees, babe, and show him how much you care.”

  She was awkward with her hands cuffed behind her but, to her credit, didn’t hesitate to comply. Her hair was in the way when she leaned forward and sipped at Hal’s arousal, so Milo got behind her and held it back with one hand. With the other, he played with her ass, repeatedly running a finger down the crack between her cheeks.

  “Christ!” Hal sucked in an audible breath. “She’s a bit too fucking good at this. I ain’t gonna last two minutes.”

  Milo leaned around her side to get a better look. Her cheeks hollowed out as she filled her mouth with Hal’s cock, licking him from its tip right down to his balls, then letting it slide out of her mouth and sucking hard on its head. Fuck not showing himself. Milo couldn’t take the pain of being restrained for a moment longer. The lighting in here was dim. If he stayed behind her, she’d never notice his ugly scars. Besides, she was fully occupied servicing Hal.

  He briefly released Jodie’s hair while he shed his jeans, sighing with relief when his rigid cock finally sprang free from the restricted space. He quickly resumed his position, grabbed her hair again, tugging this time, and ran the tip of his cock down her crack. She made a muffled sound around Hal’s erection, and appeared to suck harder. Hal’s hips gyrated as he shoved himself deeper into her mouth, and his groans grew in volume. She deserved a reward for working so hard. Milo let her hair go and slid a couple of fingers into her slick cunt. She mewled somehow, even with her mouth so completely full.

  “Yeah, you’re desperate to have a cock deep inside you, aren’t you, sugar?”

  “Shit, babe, keep doing that!” Hal’s voice was a strangled moan. “I’m gonna cream your throat any second now.”

  Milo continued to agitate her with his cock against her ass, his fingers working inside her, his thumb rubbing her clit. He felt her spasm at precisely the same time as Hal, and they exploded together. She swallowed down Hal’s shower of sperm, her breathing swift and uneven as she rode Milo’s fingers and he slapped her ass with his free hand.

  When she pulled back and Hal’s now half-erect cock slipped from her mouth, Milo helped her to her feet.

  “You okay, darling?” he asked.

  Jodie sent him a vibrant smile. “Never bett
er,” she replied, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “This is fun. What happens now?”

  Chapter Eight

  Jodie hated giving head, absolutely abhorred the taste of a man’s sperm, and never swallowed. And yet she had so wanted to please Hal, she’d actually enjoyed servicing him. It didn’t even occur to her not to swallow. His pleasure communicated itself to her, and she became totally caught up in the moment. Of course, it didn’t hurt that Milo was behind her, his hands and cock everywhere as he gave her an orgasm that still had her nerve ends singing several minutes later. Her backside was slightly sore from where Milo had spanked her, but that had been oddly fulfilling, too. Who would have thought that pain could be so rewarding. Perhaps there was something in this pain-pleasure business after all.

  Milo sent her a grin that screamed pure, unadulterated sin. It made her gasp. So did seeing him standing sideways on to her, butt naked, an enormous erection jutting aggressively from the juncture of his tapering hips and strong thighs. Both men had an array of scars marring their gorgeous torsos, especially Milo. There was one particularly nasty slash, just below his heart, the marks from the stitches still evident. Battle scars, she supposed, her heart beating erratically as she dwelt upon Milo’s close escape.

  “What happens next, you ask.” He touched his cock and it spasmed beneath his hand. “Hmm, well I figure we need to do something about this baby.”

  Jodie stood where she was, remembering at the last minute to lower her eyes. She was really getting into the spirit of things now. She knew from his reaction that she had exceeded Hal’s expectations. That was rewarding, but she still couldn’t quite believe that ten years’ worth of dreams were all about to come true, and she would finally get up close and personal with Milo.

  “Lie down on the bed,” he told her, “on your side.”

  She did so, and someone released her hands, but not for long. “Raise them above your head, honey,” Hal’s voice instructed.

  She did so and felt them being reshackled. This time the cuffs were fastened to something at the head of the bed. They obviously didn’t want her using her hands, but that was okay. She still had her lips, and she’d just learned they were lethal weapons in their own right. The bed dipped behind her and she knew, without looking around, that Milo had joined her. He seemed to get off on always being behind her, like he didn’t want her to look at him. Jodie knew she wasn’t allowed to make demands, but she wasn’t prepared to put up with that situation indefinitely. She so wanted to look at, and touch, the man who made the whole world seem like a much better place just by being a part of it.