by Dakota Trace
Shifting uncomfortably on the couch, Jude hung his head. Despite the release he’d found, and just like every other scene he’d had participated in, his dick had stayed hard enough to hammer nails. It hadn’t abated while he and Micah cleaned up the mess they’d made on Olivia’s bed and tucked her in. Nor had it gone away after he and Micah had talked in the bathroom about what happened, and why Jude was feeling guilty about forcing the issue, even though it’d been for a good cause.
Even as Micah reassured him that in the morning Olivia wouldn’t hold a grudge against him, his cock continued to throb like a toothache. He’d thought it would surely go down when he’d finally allowed Micah to wash their combined semen off of him, so he wouldn’t break his word to his Mistress. But it hadn’t - damn it! Even four hours later the son of bitch won’t go down. One little whiff of her cream and it stays rock hard. God, I hope when she finally allows me to fuck her, I won’t fuck her raw. Because that’s what it might just take to satisfy this damn hard-on.
Chapter Ten
Olivia slowly opened her eyes to the bright sunlight filtering through her bedroom window. It was one of the reasons she’d bought her condo on the spot. Even with her long hours at the club, she loved watching the sun come up over Lake Michigan. Rolling onto her side, she groaned. Her head felt like shit – one of the reasons she hated taking the damn Vicodin – but thankfully her wrist was only a dull ache as opposed to the agony of the day before.
Focusing her eyes on the digital clock resting on the night table, she yawned. It was after eight and she felt like she’d slept for ten hours. Vague tendrils of recollection of her slaves seducing her during the night tugged at her. Hmmm, it’s amazing I even slept considering my dreams were full of seduction by two very naughty slaves. Her nipples tingled at the memory of her dream.
…Jude’s pale fingers plucking at Micah’s dark flesh, while Micah’s squeezed on hers. Micah tossing his head back as the fist he’d wrapped around his thick cock stroked relentlessly. The shiny head leaking lubricant before he tossed his head back and exploded, shooting his seed all over Jude’s chest. Then the sound of Jude’s voice begging to be allowed to come had been like liquid fire consuming her. She’d come so hard from the sight of Micah’s semen streaming down Jude’s sexy abs and the hard pounding of Jude’s fingers inside her ass, she’d blacked out…
Looking over her shoulder, she was disappointed but not surprised to see the other half of her bed empty. Not even a dent was visible in the pillows. Her brow furrowed. Of course he’s not here. He may have accepted his submissive side but there’s no way he did what I dreamt. Sliding to the edge of the bed, she rose unsteadily. She made her way into the bathroom.
After taking care of her needs and washing her hands, she noticed the crumpled up batiste gown lying on the top of her clothing hamper. Picking it up, she realized with shock it was the one she’d changed into before laying down for the night. Holding it up to the light, she noticed the damp stains on the bodice of it. Running her finger through the dampness, she lifted it to her nose. The smell of spent passion had her thighs trembling. Dear God, it hadn’t been a dream. Glancing down at her body, she noticed she was wearing a fresh nightgown. A frown tugged at her lips. How? Then it dawned on her. The guys had to have cleaned me up last night.
Dropping the gown, she used the wall for support to make her way into the darkened living room. If what she’d dreamt was real, then Jude had to be in agony. She’d been vicious with her punishment of her newest slave last night. She’d refused to let him taste her again – the bud between her thighs swelled in memory. Damned if that man didn’t have a wicked tongue. Then not only had she refused to let him come but also forbid him to wash her scent from his skin. Guilt consumed her. She had used tactics she would normally only use on a seasoned slave, not one who had just accepted his submissive side.
Stopping next to the couch, her breath caught. Jude lay on his back, sound asleep with one arm resting above his head while the other was splayed on his abdomen. He was wearing nothing more than a pair of drawstring shorts. His chest was bare and she could see the head of his erection peaking mere inches below his palm. The bags under his eyes made her guilt increase. Good going, Olivia. You got him so aroused, he didn’t even lose his erection in slumber.
Moving around the couch, she sank to her knees next to it. Lifting the hand against his abs, she pulled it towards her. A mumbled sigh came from Jude. When she sucked his index finger into her mouth, his eyes flew open.
“Mistress?” His voice was a mere croak of its normal tone, his eyes blurry.
“Hmmm.” She slid his finger out of her mouth with the taste of herself and his natural saltiness sharp against her tongue. “You obeyed and that deserves a reward.” Her mouth moved onto his next finger. He groaned and reached for her.
“No.” She caught his gaze. “No touching. Let me have my fun.”
A low groan escaped him but he stilled. “Yes, Mistress.” The need in his eyes had her breath catching. This is why I love dominating him, to see just that look. She finished cleaning his fingers before pressing his hand up to rest next to his other beside his head.
“Keep them there, slave.” She brushed her mouth over his before sliding away. A smile tugged at her lips at his low moan. Under her palm, she could feel the tensing of his stomach as he struggled to keep from grabbing at her. Scrapping her nails over the silky curls covering his abs, the smile broke free as his breath hissed out. Her fingers brushed over the damp head of his erection. It jumped in reaction, leaving a trail of silky pre-cum across his lower stomach
“Fuck, Mistress.” Hands that had been clenched into fists slid under the throw pillow to latch onto the cushioned arm beneath.
Her eyes narrowed but she decided not to call him on it. He’d been merely looking for something to anchor his hands with to keep from disobeying - not actually disobeying.
“You know you did something very naughty last night, don’t you, pet?” She jerked down the waistband of his shorts, freeing his erection to her gaze. It was long, thick and swollen, its tip flushed dark purple with arousal. Her breath caught in her throat. It was the first time she’d actually seen it. In all their play in the past and even last night, she hadn’t trusted herself to merely look without touching. And I was right. Her finger trailed up the underside, tracing the throbbing vein just under the taut skin. The head swelled as the slit in the head widened. Dear Lord, the man is already on the verge of coming!
“You’re not allowed to come yet, slave!”
“Mistress, please!” The urgent tone in his voice had her hand wrapping around the base of his shaft, forestalling his coming eruption. Under her palm, she felt the pulse of his desire. Her belly quivered in response. She licked the exposed super-sensitive skin above her hand even as she tightened her grip, stalling his release. Damn if I don’t want to mount him right here.
He gasped and arched into her grasp. “Thank you - thank you, Mistress. “ His relief was palpable.
Holding him firmly, she pushed her own need to the side and continued. “As I said, last night both you and Micah were naughty little slaves. Normally a slave who sneaks into their Mistress’s bed without permission is severely punished, but I’m not without understanding.” She continued as if she hadn’t just seen him blanch, “I know I can be a bitch about taking meds. As my slave you want to take care of me, so…” she stroked her hand up and down his shaft once, and then again. “…I’ve already forgotten about last night’s little stunt.”
He grunted and shook. “Thank you, Mistress.”
She stopped just below the tip of his cock. “If you ever think of trying it again - teasing me and then withholding my pleasure to prove a point or manipulate me, I will take my crop to your hide.” She caught his eye. “And not in a good way. Do you understand?’
He lifted his head off the pillow. “Yes, but as long as you understand, I’m more than willing to accept the punishment if I think you’re endangering yourself, M
istress.”
She scowled. “Is protecting me that important to you, pet?”
“Yes.” He groaned as she nipped at his stomach.
“All right then. I’ll try to accept it, but if you go beyond what I think is necessary, I will punish you. I’m a Domme and you’re my slave until we decide otherwise. I don’t take orders well.”
Understanding lit his eyes. “I understand and thank you, Mistress, for indulging me.” The intensity of his gaze had her looking away. Uncomfortable with the connection she felt with him, she focused on the hard flesh between her fingers.
“All right. Now, you’ve been hard much longer than necessary and for that I apologize. If I had been myself, I wouldn’t have withheld your release. Under normal conditions, a half hour withholding is more than sufficient for a newbie.”
His voice broke. “I understood the risks, Mistress, and you did allow me to come with you and Micah, for which I am thankful.”
She arched a brow at him. “I did? I don’t seem to recall granting you permission.”
He gave her a strained grin as her hand began to stroke him again. His eyes glazed over with pleasure. “Well, you could’ve been screaming ‘Yes’ in pleasure but I choose to take it as permission.” He flushed and she felt his balls pull up.
She pressed a kiss to his stomach. “I want you to come for me.” She dipped her head back down and ran her tongue over the damp tip. Wiggling her tongue into the slit, she gathered his taste. Damned if he doesn’t taste wonderful.
“Son of a bitch!” His hips jerked and she heard the sound of fabric shredding under his gripping fingers. Releasing her hold on his cock, she sucked him in with strong and fast tugs. Above her head, she could hear his hoarse curses and muttered words. How he promised to pleasure her if she’d only let him. How he loved her taste if she’d only bring her sexy ass up to him, he’d eat her.
“No, come for me. NOW!” She raked her teeth over the head and was rewarded with an answering groan as the first splash of seed hit her cheek. She quickly covered him then milked him with her mouth. She accepted four more spurts, savoring the tangy taste of him.
When he started to soften, she pulled away and licked her lips. He was now lying in a quivering mass of completion. When she crawled up onto the couch, he shifted to make room for her. She pressed her mouth against his, sharing the remnants of his pleasure with him. He gave a sigh of pleasure when her mouth finally released his.
“May I speak, Mistress?”
She nodded, resting her head against the hard swell of his chest.
“That was the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me. I never expected to wake up in such a delightful way. Thank you.”
She snuggled closer, draping her cast over his torso – the warmth of his body making her sleepy. She yawned. “What were you expecting? More punishment?”
He wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her close. “If not that, the silent treatment.”
She chuckled. “Rest assured, pet, I’ll never give you the silent treatment. I’ll tell you when you fuck up.”
He squeezed her gently. “And I would expect nothing less.”
She was about to drop back off, when he spoke again. “Mistress, last night…”
“Shh, I said all is forgotten.”
He gave a rough sigh. “Does that include your offer to Micah? I was kinda of looking forward to it.”
She lifted her head to stare up at him. “You mean you want Micah to help with your training?”
His cheeks flushed. “Yes, Mistress. I know I shouldn’t but…he…”
She placed a quick kiss against his lips. “I understand. I’ll talk to him about it and see if he’s still willing. Now, just hold me.”
“Yes, Mistress.” He wrapped both arms around her. He rubbed a hand over her hair.
* * * *
A brisk knocking at the door drew Jude out of a deep sleep. He sighed at the warm softness against his side. Olivia hadn’t moved away.
“Damn it, Bozka Metjka, if you don’t open this door now, I’m going to call and wake up Jackson’s ass to let me in.” The accented voice of Caelan Doherty was loud even through the door.
“Mistress?” He nudged her carefully. “I need to get up.”
“Hmmm.” The drowsy reply was followed by her curling up closer to him. He groaned when her thigh, where it was draped over his, brushed his cock. It automatically hardened. God, I am as bad as Petrov’s dog.
“Come on, sweetheart. You have a pissed off Irishman outside your door. Let me get up and deal with Caelan so we can go back to sleep.”
She jerked at Caelan’s name. Scrambling into a sitting position, she cried out as she knocked her cast against him. “Ow!”
“Slow down, Mistress.” He slid around her. Standing, he stretched, vastly aware of Olivia’s eyes on his body. Turning, he tucked the cotton blanket around her before lifting her and the blanket. Easily and gently, he carried her back down the hall.
“Where are you taking me? Caelan is outside my door!”
He pressed a kiss on her forehead. “I’d like it if you would pull on some clothing, Mistress. Unless you’d like me to kick Caelan’s ass for seeing you in your nightgown?”
She scowled at him. “Are you trying to tell me what to do again?”
He set her down in her bedroom. “No. Just telling you what’ll happen if he sees you dressed like this. It has nothing to do with you, Mistress, but everything to do with me. I shouldn’t be jealous of him – but I am.”
She crossed her arms over her chest. “Even if you had a right to be jealous – which you don’t – he’s a Dom, Jude. How the hell do you figure you have anything to worry about with him?”
Jude sighed and rubbed the back of his neck before answering her. “He’s a man, Mistress.”
The pounding from the living room got louder. Olivia cursed. “We’ll talk about this later, slave. Go let him in before he rips the door off my condo.” She turned away from him and he clenched his hands in frustration. The flatness of her voice bothered him and he knew his possessiveness was going to become an issue. But dammit, why can’t having me and Micah be enough for her? What will I do when she decides she needs another?
* * * *
Leaning up against the breakfast bar with a mug of coffee cupped in his hands, Jude watched as Caelan read his Mistress the riot act. They were sitting at the table across from him, Olivia nibbling on the light breakfast he’d prepared her, and Caelan sipping on a cup of black coffee.
Caelan leaned back in his chair. “Come on, Olivia. I don’t need you being difficult about this. I’m having enough trouble with Kalinda and the guys. I don’t need to add onto it another unknown attacker stalking you.”
Jude now noticed how frazzled Caelan looked. His auburn hair was mussed plus he had dark bags under his eyes. The stress of Kalinda’s continuing rejection of her Doms was showing. Personally, Jude was glad he wasn’t in Caelan’s shoes. Being the buffer between two Doms and his sister - a sub who no longer considered the men her Masters and was going to do what she damned well pleased, couldn’t be easy.
Olivia set her cup back on the table and took a bite out of her toast. “I’m sorry Kalinda is giving Josh and Dom a hard time, but honestly this isn’t the same type of situation. I’m not a young confused girl who’s running from her Doms.”
Caelan crossed his arms over his chest. “No, you’re just a Domme in denial who won’t accept help from anyone, unless it’s forced upon you. Hell, I’m even surprised you let Jude stay here.”
“Like I had any choice in the matter. It was either him or Jackson. At least with Jude I get to order him around and he’ll listen. With Jackson, I’ll have World War III on my hands over every decision.”
His breath catching in his throat, Jude’s heart sank at Olivia’s words. Fuck, not only am I the lesser of two evils, she thinks I’m a fucking pushover. Dammit, I shouldn’t have let her known of my need to submit to her. I’m no less a man than Jackson. If
she thinks I am, all I’ve done is set myself up for more fucking heartache. He set his cup down with a clatter and strode from the room. Good going Larson – just what you needed. Let another woman take what’s left of your heart and stomp it in the ground.
* * * *
“Good going, Olivia.” Caelan muttered as he heard a door further back in the condo open and then quietly close.
She looked up from her coffee. “What?”
“For an experienced Domme, you just ran roughshod over your sub’s feelings.”
A frown marred her brow. “Excuse me? Jude’s a big boy. Why would he be hurt? He was there when Jackson gave me the choice. It’s not like he didn’t know. If his feelings got hurt, then he’s just being over-sensitive. ”
“Is that what you think? I can guarantee with the little declaration you just made, Jude now feels not only was he a last resort, but also that the only reason you want him around is because you think you can walk all over him.” He finished off his coffee in one gulp. Standing up, he pushed back from the table. “Olivia, I’m going to take off now that I know Jude is here. I trust him to keep you safe. He won’t let anything happen to you.”
“I know he won’t. I am happy he’s here, believe it or not.” She walked with him towards the door. “Funny thing really. I didn’t think I’d be comfortable with him under foot.”
Caelan stopped in front of the door. “It’s funny how that happens. I was the same way with Nisey.” He pulled his keys out his pocket. “Do me a favor though - remember that submissive or not, every man has his pride. With Jude it’s closely linked to his ability to protect. He’s just as much a protector as he is a submissive, but by no means is he a pushover. He’s a security consultant for God’s sakes. If he were truly weak, he’d never have made it in the security business.”