by Dakota Trace
“Present, slave.” He obeyed the order without thought, sinking to his knees and placing his hands behind his back. The sooner this punishment was over the sooner he could go back to the small cramped office. Holding his breath, he waited for the first blow against his back.
“I’m sorry he showed up here, Mistress.”
“You know the rules, Leland. I will not tolerate your father in my home – he sees things he shouldn’t.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
A finger trailed over his shoulder, before she raked her nails across the raised welts on his left shoulder. A hiss escaped him despite his will.
“Tell me what you’ve found. I recognize the look you had before you realized your father was here. You found something.” She moved around his kneeling form. “Something that will make Mistress very happy?”
He gritted his teeth as her fingers dug into the other shoulder, causing fresh agony to flare across his back. “I hope so. I finally managed to access the phone records of Olivia’s. I’m running a program to analyze them right now. I’m sure if I monitor them long enough I’ll be able to get her private cell number. Once I have it I can trace it and hopefully pinpoint her location.”
Her hand tightened around his upper arm. “Very pleasing indeed.”
Giving a sigh of relief, he hoped the pain she’d inflicted would be enough to satisfy her blood-thirstiness. “Yes, Mistress.”
“How long will it take for the program to run, Leland?”
“At least a half hour, Mistress.” He groaned as her fingers speared through his hair, yanking his head back.
“Good. You have the same amount of time to make me come at least three times.” She shoved his head towards her crotch. Through the dark leggings she wore, he could smell the perfume of her desire.
“Yes, Mistress.” His hands reached for the waistband. Her fingers tightened, pulling hard on his scalp. He looked up at her.
“If you fail, I’m getting the strap-on.”
He felt the blood drain from his head at the idea. His ass clenched in protest and he wondered why he stayed. He hated when she forced anal sex on him. But when she ran her thumb over his lower lip, he remembered why.
“Eat me, Leland.” The command sent shivers of pleasure through him. He loved being at her command – even when it caused him pain.
“Yes, Mistress.”
Chapter Thirteen
Micah shifted on the couch, uncomfortable with Olivia’s legs draped over his lap. With Ethan checking the perimeter, Olivia’s petite body covered both his and Jude’s laps like a tempting banquet feast. With her head pillowed on Jude’s thigh, it sent a pang of bittersweet homecoming through him. Relaxing comfortably on the other end, Jude’s bad leg was propped on the coffee table with an ice pack resting across his hip. Other than that, it was just like one of the many times in the past they’d laid like this, curled up together like three pieces to a whole - watching some mindless television show that didn’t matter as long as they were together.
While there wasn’t any television this time to distract him from his predictable hard-on, he longed for the familiarly aching connection which was no longer there. In the past he would’ve thought nothing of rubbing and massaging his Mistress’s calves. Long hours in high heeled boots caused even the strongest of legs to ache, but he was no longer free to touch her. Even if he found the courage to do it, there was too much water under the bridge. If he had been a bit more mobile, he would’ve been able to avoid the situation all together. But he wasn’t and much like the night before, she’d crawled all over him before he could stop her.
“Relax, mal-chich, your virtue is safe with me.” She didn’t even look up from the book she was reading.
“Or at least as safe as you want it to be.” Still a bit loopy from the drugs, Jude’s voice was a bit groggy. Glancing over at his friend, he expected to see the familiar expectation in his friend’s eyes. Jude made no bones about the fact he wanted Micah to resume their former relationship. Instead he found Jude’s head was tipped back against the couch with eyes closed. He hadn’t even bothered to look at Micah when he’d tossed out the innuendo.
“Stop pushing, pet. He’ll come to us when he’s ready. Not before. Until then I’m happy I have you.” The casual turn of the page grated on his nerves. He wanted nothing more than to rip the book away and beg her to let him serve her, but was scared what would happen if he did. What if I freak out and try to hurt her? I can’t risk it – especially if it’s going to go back to the way it was before.
He was jerked out of his thoughts when he heard a soft grunt followed by a sharp moan. Glancing over at them, he tried to bolt off the couch as Olivia proceeded to show Jude how happy she actually was. Unfortunately he didn’t get far due to the weight of his former Mistress’s lower body keeping him pinned. Digging his nails into his palms, he couldn’t force his gaze away from the scene unfolding. Her book now forgotten, Olivia had unzipped Jude’s pants, her arm moving rhythmically as she freed Jude’s cock from the khaki shorts, while she lapped and tongued his navel. Micah’s breath caught. He remembered the wet brush of her tongue against his skin before the hot thrust of it inside his belly button.
“Please, Mistress.” Jude’s eyes were still closed but his chest heaved as Olivia’s pink tongue trailed down his abs to dart across the exposed head of his friend’s member before dipping into its weeping slit. Predictably, the stiff flesh in his pajama bottoms pressed hard against the material, a wet spot forming where the head rubbed against the soft cotton. He couldn’t believe they were going to do this in front him. Surely they aren’t going to be as cruel as this and taunt me with what I can’t have. He tried to shift away again, only to be stopped by Jude’s hand pressing down on his shoulder.
Looking into his friend’s eyes, he found himself caught in the lust and need swirling in their depths. “Stay. Don’t run from this, Micah. Be with us – even if it is just to watch.” Jude’s free hand reached up to bury in Mistress’s hair when she pulled away.
“No hands, unless you want me to stop, pet.” The command was unmistakable.
A low groan of frustration slipped free of Jude’s throat, but he continued to hold onto Micah’s shoulder, while his free hand dropped back to rest on the arm of the couch. His fingers dug into the material when she tongued the underside of his cock.
Micah’s breathing grew ragged with each stroke of Mistress’s tongue over the hard flesh standing tall at the front of Jude’s lap, wetting every inch of it.
“This is mine, isn’t it, pet?” Her question had Jude nodding, his hips lifting in time with the hand stroking him.
“The words...Jude or I’ll stop.”
Micah wasn’t surprised when the words tumbled out of Jude’s mouth, but Olivia’s reaction did.
“Yours, Mistress.” He croaked, his mouth hanging open as he panted.
“And I want you to come for me, pet. Right now - before Ethan returns. I want to feel your seed covering my hand.”
Her command had Micah squirming under her legs as he attempted to mindlessly rub his own cock against her. She pressed down hard with her legs, giving him the friction he needed. Whether his brain liked it or not, his body didn’t care about whether there was a future in this. It demanded he give in, no matter what it cost him. Jude’s harsh panting pushed him closer to edge as he tried to control the explosion building in his nuts. He shouldn’t be on such a hair trigger, but there was something about watching the larger man submitting to his smaller Mistress that pushed Micah beyond his control.
“Oh my God, Mistress. I’m fucking coming…” Incoherent with pleasure, Jude cried out as a stream of creamy seed shot from the head of his cock doing as his Mistress requested. It shot free only to fall back down on Olivia’s pumping fist.
“That’s right, come for me – show me your pleasure.” She coaxed another strand out of him. Micah gave a soundless whimper as his own cock swelled with eminent release but couldn’t pull his eyes away from the
tantalizing sight. Four long streams had escaped Jude’s twitching rod before he finally sagged back against the cushions with a heart-felt sigh.
“Thank you, Mistress.” Jude’s eyes met his – the lust was sated but he could see the need still burning in their depths. “Thank you, Micah for…”
The sound of feet on the porch interrupted whatever it was that Jude would’ve said. Micah groaned when the brush of her knee against his erection as she scrambled off him sent him over the edge. Pleasure detonated in his balls as he bit the inside of his cheek to keep from crying out his release. Using the fact Olivia had been sliding off him, he used the momentum to free himself. Staggering to his feet, he tried to exit the room. He thought he would make it but a pair of slender arms wrapped around his waist, one hand dipping inside his now sticky sleep pants. He cried out as her fist wrapped around his highly sensitive flesh. His dick gave an involuntary jerk against her palm.
“Thank you, mal-chick.” Her lips pressed against his back gently. The light pressure didn’t cause pain but sent shivers of awareness shooting up his spine. A stir in his groin as blood flooded the area once more sent the plea falling from his lips before he could think. “Don’t…”
Her hand slowly abandoned the flesh hardening against her palm. He mourned when her arms dropped as she removed herself from the embrace. “I’d never take what isn’t freely offered, Micah. Or demand more than you’re ready to give me.” The neutral tone sent his heart skittering. “But that doesn’t mean that I’m going to stop trying to convince you that you belong with us. Just know I’ll go slow until you’re ready for more.”
He stiffened before moving further away from her. “I need to think.”
“You do that, bud.” Jude’s voice was closer than he expected and he jumped. “And while you’re doing that remember our bedroom door is always open to you. It never closed.”
“I…” The sound of the screen door opening sent him scurrying to his room, his brain trying to cope with what had just happened.
* * * *
Shutting the bedroom door behind him, Jude limped towards the bed and the curled up form already sleeping. It was late now and he had a warm woman waiting in bed for him, but he and Ethan had taken a few minutes to check all the locks and doors again. He’d never be able to thank his friend enough for staying. The extra protection the man offered should’ve put him at ease, but it was taking all of his considerable control to not walk down the hall, drag Micah into the room with both Olivia and him before barricading it to keep out the world. He knew it was barbaric but couldn’t find any strangeness in his desire. For a supposedly straight man I’ve become obsessed with sharing Olivia with another guy. But he knew Micah was more than just another man. He had been the one who had done nearly the impossible – helping Jude accept his own submissiveness. And since the shoe is on the other foot, I’ll help him find his way back.
“Pet, is everything okay?” The soft sound from behind his back didn’t surprise him. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he nodded.
“Yes. The house is locked up tight and Ethan was talking to his wife on the phone when I came in here.”
“That’s quite the friend you have there. I look forward to meeting his family before we go home.”
Slipping his shorts off, Jude winced at the tug of sore strained muscles as he slid under the covers. “Yes, it’ll be great to see María again. Ethan wants his girls to meet Deborah too.” Relaxing back against the pillow, he tugged the blanket up to his chest. “I never would’ve imagined either White Hawk or me having a family six years ago.” He reached for her, sighing with pleasure as she moved into his arms. It was a very familiar ritual. Domme or sub, it didn’t matter at the end of the day. They were lovers who relished the closeness.
Fingers traced over his heart. “Carefree bachelors were you?”
He nodded. “Yes, ma’am – both of us swearing no woman was ever going to hogtie us. That all changed though the first time that Ethan set eyes on María. He was a goner the first time he spotted her waiting tables at her family restaurant in a little café in Madrid. We were waiting on our orders and good old Uncle Sam let our whole squad run free. By the time our mission was completed, Ethan had his ring on María’s dainty little finger despite her family’s views about her marrying a foreigner, and I had found out Kathy was pregnant with Deborah.”
“Life-altering events to be sure.” With her head propped on her hand, Jude could see the gears whirling in her mind and had a good idea of what she was thinking.
“So ask it.”
“Ask what?” she toyed with the tuff of hair on his chest.
“Why I let her go when she was pregnant with my child. You’ve never asked, but I’m sure you’ve wondered.”
She nodded. “But I was waiting for you to tell me. I just wasn’t sure how to broach the subject. Jackson gave me a few details, enough to know what happened, but I figured you’d tell me in your own time.”
“Because at the time, it was what she wanted. I wasn’t going to beg her to stay but I did make sure I’ve been part of Deborah’s life – or at least as much as my job in the military would’ve allowed at the time.” He paused, thinking back on his daughter’s early life. “It was kinda of nice to know Kathy had a man to offer her support while I was in the field. After I retired from the Rangers, I did ask for full time dad privileges and Brandon and Kathy have been good about it.”
“And now?”
He smiled in the darkness. Leave it to his Mistress to pick up on the subtle nuances of his answer. “And now I realize Kathy and I needed the same thing to feel complete, but we were unable to provide it for each other. I’m glad she found Brandon.” He rubbed a hand over her arm. “I’ll have to give her credit though, she never cheated on me. In fact, I think she drove Brandon nuts because she made him wait until after Deborah was born before she would even think about starting a relationship with him.”
Her throaty chuckle didn’t surprise him. “I can see her doing that. I’ve seen her challenge him at the club, so it doesn’t surprise me she made him wait.”
“Speaking of waiting…”
Her hand soothed over his pectoral muscle. “I know this is driving you crazy, pet, but we can’t force him. He has to come to us.”
“I know…but it’s all I can do to keep from dragging him into our room. Dear God, if you could’ve seen his eyes earlier when you brought me off, you’d have wanted to do the same thing. He needs what we’re offering so badly I’m sure he can taste it.”
“But he’s scared, Jude, of what it would mean to submit to me again. If I could change my need to dominate for him, I would.”
An idea sparked inside of his brain. “Maybe that’s the key, Mistress.”
The bed rocked before there was a flare of brightness when she flipped the light on the bedside table. “What are you talking about?” Her eyes narrowed.
“It’s simple – really. It’s been nearly a month since your last day off.” He wiggled his eyebrows, reminded her of their agreement to give her the one night of submission she craved each month. “If it worked once to mend fences between Micah and me, why not use it again to get him past his fear of being hurt? Besides I love to use it to get even for the little stunt of yours on the couch earlier. That was not nice of you. You know it drives me wild when you refuse to let me pleasure you.”
He watched her nipples bead under her chemise. “I bet you would. Speaking of which…” She whipped off her sleep shorts before carefully arranging herself over his face. “I’m so horny I could scream. Eat me, pet.”
He groaned as her scent hit his nostrils before he cupped her ass with his palms. “Gladly, Mistress.”
Chapter Fourteen
Micah clenched his jaw before slowly rising from the couch. “Excuse me? You want me to do what?”
Ethan shifted uncomfortably on the couch, covering the phone with one hand. “My wife wants you to come over so she can meet you.”
A sinking feelin
g made his stomach ache. “And why exactly does she want to meet me, injun?”
Ethan gave him a Cheshire cat grin. “Well, it could be because I told her you created Silent Ninjas. It’s her favorite game.”
Dread rolled through him. How the fuck had Ethan figured it out? Deciding to play it cool, he gave the man a puzzled look. “What do you mean you told her I created it?” His heart began to pound at White Hawk’s knowing smile. While he wasn’t ashamed of his work as the graphic designer and creator of the popular video game, he used M. Augustus Beaumont in the credits for a reason. He just wasn’t comfortable with the adoration of the thousands of gamers who played the game. Hell, he’d even refused to do interviews, preferring to assign the duty to his second-in-charge – one of his few perks as the Project Head.
“Because you did.” Ethan shrugged. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of – it’s a kick ass game.”