Saving Micah (Sequel to Conquering Jude)

by Dakota Trace

  * * * *

  Micah scrambled to where Olivia had disappeared into the water but was tackled from behind by one of the deputies. “Stay down.”

  “She’s going to drown. She can’t swim!” He struggled against the dead weight pinning him to the dock.

  “We’ll get her, sir.” The guy’s voice was rough in his ear. There was a splash and a few minutes later, the guy on top of him sighed with relief. “They’ve got her. Just relax.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes.”

  In the water he could hear splashing before a voice called out. “Got them. Suspect is unresponsive, no pulse. Hostage is still breathing.”

  “Great, Hank.” The deputy helped him up, nodding towards the shore. “Look over there. They are taking care of her. I’m sorry about the other woman – she didn’t give us a choice.”

  “Don’t be. She isn’t worth the bullets it took to kill her.” Micah glanced around, torn between going to Olivia who was now cursing at the man attempting to staunch the blood flowing from her shoulder or Jude was surrounded by paramedics on the dock. Jude caught his gaze.

  “Go to her. I’ll be fine.” He hissed as the man prodded at his arm. “It’s just a flesh wound. She winged me. Check on our Mistress. Some idiot shot her.” Jude yelped as the man dug deeper. “Ouch! Dammit! I already told you the damn slug wasn’t in there. Quit digging!”

  Micah raced down the pier to drop to his knees next to Olivia. She grasped onto his hand and looked up at him. “Jude?”

  His heart sank. As always his Mistress thought of Jude first. “He’s fine.” He moved away from her but her handed tightened on his.

  “I’ll paddle your black ass if you run again, Micah Beaumont.”

  He scowled and opened his mouth but she shushed him.

  “Now’s not the time to get your panties in a twist or jealous, mal-chik. I love you just as much I as I do him, but you’re kneeling next to me, so I know you’re okay. What I don’t know is where the other half of my dynamic duo is. I have plans for the both of you and I won’t be denied this time.” She pulled his head down with her free hand. “I’ll have both of you or someone is going to feel my wrath across their backsides. Are we clear?”

  His breath caught in his throat at the fire in her eyes. “Yes, Mistress.”

  She fell back with a moan, her eyes closing as the medic prodded at her shoulder. “Miss, you need to lay still. You have a bullet lodged against your collarbone.”

  “No shit.” One eye peeked open to stare up at him. “I’m so making you pay for this Micah Beaumont. You’re going to be my slave for the rest of your life.”

  He licked his lips before gathering up the courage to ask for what he wanted. “And will I be getting a collar?”

  “You bet your ass you will, and if I catch you without it, there’s gonna be hell to pay.”

  He smiled. “I’d expect nothing less.”

  Epilogue

  One Month Later, Chicago

  “Not-Mom Olivia!” The childish shout echoed through her condo, reaching Olivia’s ears. She sighed, watching as Micah finished shaving his neither regions, reluctant to leave him. He’d only been back in Chicago for less than a week and she found she was greedy. It had taken too long in her opinion for him to wrap up his business affairs in New Orleans, but she had been patient. She was waiting no longer to claim the man. Tonight after a nice meal with friends, the three of them, Jude, Micah and herself were having a claiming ceremony at the club. It would include a collaring ceremony for Micah – bonding the three of them together.

  She heard Jude tell his daughter to take off her shoes. As Deborah wheedled, stating loudly she wanted her Not-Mom, Olivia was glad she and Micah were in her private bathroom – the one the little girl knew was off limits. Micah froze, the razor in his hand forgotten. She could tell he was concerned. While he loved the little girl like no other, she knew he wouldn’t be comfortable having her find him in this position.

  “Mistress?”

  Reaching down, she cupped his cock, loving the way it hardened in her grasp. His head tipped back to moan softly – almost dropping the razor. Taking it from his slack fingers she set it on the counter.

  “Don’t worry, mal-chick. She knows not to come in here.”

  He chuckled. “And Not-Mom Olivia is to be obeyed?”

  She gave him a rough squeeze, loving how his eyes glazed over with passion. He gasped, bucking his hips towards her hand in an attempt to feel her stroking. “Mistress, please…” he whimpered.

  “Shhh…patience. You can’t come yet for me. Remember we promised to wait until the ceremony?” She licked the pulse banging in the hollow of his throat. They hadn’t been intimate since the morning she’d gotten shot. Both of her men had been handling her with kid gloves since then. Her shoulder was finally healed and she planned on taking them to task. Starting with step one.

  “Yes, Mistress,” he whimpered pitifully in his throat as she stroked him faster.

  Smiling up at him, she slipped the cock ring she’d had in her pocket with her free hand before slowing her strokes so she could ease it over the head of his shaft. Rolling it down, she made sure it was nestled tightly against the base. He moaned, his hand fisting at his sides. Step one complete.

  “Good boy.” She stepped back, studying her handiwork. His dick was hard, the ivory colored ring a stark contrast to his dark skin. Devoid of body hair, his skin glistened in the lamp light.

  “Not-Mom Olivia, are you done in there?” The knocking on the bathroom made her smile as Micah jumped. She’d locked the door earlier but he’d been in the shower. The door knob rattled and she took pity on him.

  “We’ll be out in a bit, Deborah. Go ask your daddy to get down your surprise off the top of the fridge.”

  “Prize! Yay!” She listened to the scurry of feet as the little girl left, yelling for her dad.

  Micah gave a sigh of relief. “You need to trust your Mistress more, Micah. I locked the door when I came in. I’d never expose you or Deborah to something which would be traumatizing.” She rubbed her thumb over the damp head of his erection.

  “Please,” he whispered.

  Lifting her hand, she sucked off the glistening fluid from her thumb. “Soon.” She moved away from him. “There’s a pair of white linen slacks, and a dove gray silk shirt. I’d like you to wear them for me.”

  “Yes, Mistress.” He reached for the hand towel, wiping his wet hands.

  She paused by the door. “And Micah?” He looked up. “No underwear.” Happiness bubbled inside of her as she let herself out of the bathroom. Shutting the door behind her, she headed out of her room.

  * * * *

  Dinner went off without a hitch, other than the throbbing dick in his pants. The meal at Gabriel’s restaurant was wonderful as usual and Micah found he missed the camaraderie of his friends – especially the company of Nisey, Kalinda, and Sara – the other subs he’d met through Olivia’s. Resisting the urge to wiggle or touch his lap, he sat next to his Mistress. He didn’t dare try to rearrange his cock into a more comfortable angle. The first time he’d tried, he’d been tormented by her nimble fingers. His only consolation was the knowledge that Jude was having the same issue as him. He’d seen Olivia’s left hand dip in between Jude’s thighs, nearly as many times as her right had his. The only thing which kept those around them knowing of Olivia’s devious ways was the long ivory linen table cloth which hid her actions from prying eyes. Even Deborah, who was seated adjacent to her father at the end of the table had no idea how her father was being teased.

  He’d never been so relieved as he was when Olivia declared it was time to take the party to the club. They were standing by the checkout, waiting to pay for their meals when Deborah found out she was being allowed to go to the club for the first time. The little girl had been bugging both Micah and her father about going since his return to Chicago. The rumor was that Olivia had promised the girl she could go once Micah returned.

 
; “Yippee!” the little girl squealed when Olivia assured her she was going to get to tag along this time. Micah couldn’t help but smile at Deborah’s enthusiasm. “Can I ride with you, Daddy and Micah?” Deborah bounced on her heels, her adorable face covered with spaghetti sauce.

  “Sweetheart, we’re going the same place.” Kathy placed her hand on her daughter’s shoulder when Brandon, her master, returned with her and Deborah’s coats.. “You can ride with Daddy Brandon and me, but first we need to clean up this spaghetti face.” She swung the little girl up on her hip.

  “Speaking of which – “ Micah shifted, he nodded toward the restrooms where Kathy had disappeared into with Deborah. He knew he couldn’t have release but even a quick breather from the ring would be a godsend.

  Olivia arched an eyebrow, before turning to Jude. “And let me guess – you’d like to join him?”

  Jude stepped closer to her, towering over her petite frame. He canted his voice low. “Yes, Mistress. Both of us could use a small relief.

  She thoughtfully tapped her chin. “Dynamic Duo ‘til the end?”

  Jude brushed his lips over her forehead. “Yes, Mistress. Your Dynamic Duo.”

  “You don’t play fair, pet.” She inhaled sharply when Micah pressed his erection against her hip. “All right – you have fifteen minutes but I expect each of you to be in the same condition you’re in now.” She brushed her hand over each of their cocks. “These are mine.”

  “Yes, Mistress,” they said in tandem.

  * * * *

  Olivia shivered in anticipation as she waited for her men to join her in the main room at the club. They’d gone to her office to change into the clothing she’d picked out for their ceremony. She’d changed into her normal corset and leggings when they’d first arrived, but that was the only thing normal. The club seemed eerily silent tonight. There were no cries of pleasure and pain, no sounds of leather hitting flesh or murmur of Doms controlling their subs. It had become a kid friendly environment for the benefit of the children who were present – not that Kalinda’s, Dom’s and Josh’s two month old twins would realize what was going on, but Jude’s precocious daughter on the other hand…safe to say, it was for the best. With her father committing his life to her and Micah, even at five Deborah was wanted. We all should have family to help celebrate our joining. Speaking of which… Olivia smiled at the older couple standing next to her as Caelan and Nisey walked into the room with Ethan and his wife. Not only had her pseudo parents made the trip from Ireland, Jude’s army buddy and wife had caught a flight up from Louisiana.

  Everyone is here except for Rena, but there is still hope. She hadn’t been surprised when the woman had turned her down. Especially after finding out Jackson would be here. She honestly wished the two would quit pussyfooting around each other. They were so perfect together any fool could see it.

  “You have a wonderful club, sweetheart.” Myrna hooked her arm through Olivia’s, drawing her attention away from the missing woman. “You’ve done well for yourself, any mother would be proud of you.”

  She pressed a kiss against Myrna’s cheek. “Thanks, Mum.”

  The room grew quiet as Jude and Micah entered, wearing nothing more than leather pants and gauzy shirts. Her mouth watered. She wanted them both so badly.

  “I think it’s time we get this show on the road before your subs decide to run away,” Amery suggested, before leading her across the room.

  “Not if they know what’s good for them.” She couldn’t help the possessive growl in her voice. She’d gone through hell for both of her men and she’d be damned if she’d give them up.

  Unlike her brother, who’d had Nisey’s collaring ceremony in the atrium on the roof, she’d chosen to claim her men in her private playroom. Large enough to hold everyone, she’d paid to have the St. Andrew’s cross covered in white lilies and baby’s breath. The spanking bench, which Jude had experienced his first orgasm at her touch, was disguised as a makeshift altar with a long crème color runner. On it was a small silver tray holding the twin necklaces – gold and silver which they would wear for the rest of their lives.

  The ceremony was sweet and short with Master Alastair officiating – both men vowed to love, honor, protect and obey her while she promised to care for them, love them and protect them from themselves. Even little Deborah got in on the fun, by handing her Not-Mom each necklace from the tray. Each man had tears in their eyes as the knelt for her to slide the chains over their heads.

  Once it was over, Olivia sighed in relief as Master Alastair and Caelan ushered everyone out of the room. When Jude stood to follow, she stopped him.

  “Present, both of you.” The command in her voice sent both men in a flurry as the door clicked shut behind Caelan – who winked at her. Both he and Master Alastair had agreed to play host for the next hour to give her time to claim her men.

  She licked her lips as their bare flesh was revealed. “Mine.” She wrapped hands around both cocks stroking them from tip to base. The groans she ripped out of them were raw. She released them and stepped back. “Strip me.”

  “Yes, Mistress.” Jude reached for the lacing on her corset, while Micah dropped to his knees to tug her leather leggings down her thighs. She smiled as Micah’s groan floated up from his position on the floor. She spread her legs further, giving her sub a better view of the thick plug in her ass and the slender vibrator she’d slipped inside her when she’d changed. She wanted to be prepared for her men.

  “Something wrong, mal-chick?” Jude glanced down when Micah merely moaned. “Why don’t you tell him what you’re staring at so intently.”

  “Oh my God, Jude – she’s stuffed. A vibrator in her pussy and a plug in her ass.”

  “How long, Mistress?” Jude’s hoarse tone didn’t surprise her. Her pet was aroused beyond belief.

  “Since we arrived.” Jude’s breath hissed out on a curse and Olivia took pity on them. “Cock rings off – pet on your back on the pallet.” She drew a sharp breath as both men obeyed and Jude laid down on the padded surface hidden behind the Chinese screen on the far side of the room. She wasted no time crawling on top of him, rubbing her breasts across his chest. “What are you waiting for, Micah? Take the toys out. I want to be filled with my subs’ cocks – like yesterday.”

  She groaned as each toy was replaced by warm living flesh. First by Jude as he thrust up into her pussy. His hands cupped her ass, spreading her cheeks to give Micah easy access. She squealed as Micah took advantage of it, sliding in slow and deep. Less than a minute had passed and she was right where she wanted to be. The filling in a sub sandwich – all pun intended.

  “Fuck me.” She gasped as they obeyed. The room soon rang with their cries as the men drove her from one peak to another. She whimpered and thrashed between their bodies before ordering them to come in her. Jude went off first, bucking wildly under her spilling his seed deep inside her, sending her over the edge. Micah quickly followed and warmth filled her ass. It was the wildest coupling she could remember to date.

  “Wow…you’re going to kill me, guys.” She let her head drop to Jude’s chest, at peace for the first time since she’d finally claimed her men.

  “Never, Mistress. We love you too much to do that – unless it’s with pleasure,” Jude whispered.

  “But only then.” Micah wrapped his arms around her as they eased over onto their sides to better cuddle her between them.

  She smiled. “And if I say so, right?”

  “Of course, Mistress,” Jude said giving a gentle buck of his hips while Micah’s hand teased her nipple. “Can it be now?”

  “Please, Mistress.” Micah’s mouth fastened on her shoulder, sucking lightly.

  She groaned but allowed them to have their way. After all they beg so prettily.

  ~The End~

  ABOUT DAKOTA TRACE

  Dakota is a simple Midwest girl, who has found her passion in storytelling at a young age. Her father always said she made up the craziest stories. Most remai
ned unwritten though as writing wasn’t Dakota’s strong suit. That all changed in junior high when she took her first typing class. Problem solved for the dyslexic Dakota. There was no stopping her after that. She wrote her first novel her freshman year about a girl who could speak to animals on an old electric IBM typewriter her dad found at a garage sale. Now writing in several different genres, she is a published author with multiple books under her belt. When she isn’t writing, she’s the crazy mom of three wild Indians who are posing as her children, a loving wife to the man of her dreams and a full time Web Design Major at IADT.