by Zara Chase
“Shit, here it comes!”
Jared thrust into her, harder and deeper than Naomi would have thought possible, reigniting her dwindling orgasm. She felt him shoot his load as he groaned and swore his way to relief, biting painfully hard at one of her nipples as he continued to come. He’d barely finished and withdrawn before Kent let go.
“I’m coming for you, too, babe!” he cried.
* * * *
Kent didn’t know what just happened. He and Jared had done this more times than enough with willing subs, but never before had he known such perfect physical alchemy to flow between the three participants. His body sang as he found relief and withdrew, even though he was boneless and would much prefer to remain right where he was. He wanted to stay buried inside of Naomi for the rest of eternity, but the poor baby needed to be cleaned up. He released her hands while Jared dealt with blindfold. She blinked, dazed and a little disorientated but clearly not upset.
“You okay, darling?” Kent asked as he stripped the harness off her.
Her sparkling eyes were all the answers he needed, but she spoke anyway.
“Wow!” she said. “Who knew?”
“It was pretty special for us, too,” Kent told her as he swept her from the bed and carried her to the shower in a bathroom off the dungeon.
Jared set the water running and the three of them stood beneath it, Naomi in between them, just where Kent wanted her to be. Where she would always be, left up to him. Whoa, where did that thought come from? Commitment frightened the shit out of Kent but perversely, the thought of having Naomi where they could watch over her and keep her safe did not. Kent wished he could spare her from having to confront her family in the morning, but she was determined to see that interview through and he figured it was something she had to do for her own peace of mind so didn’t argue the point.
But that didn’t mean he had to be happy about it.
Kent applied a soapy sponge to all Naomi’s nooks and crannies. Jared played with her tits and let Kent do all the work. That was okay. This sort of work he’d volunteer for any day of the week. When she was clean they wrapped her in a towel and carried her back to the bed and she resumed her position between them. She looked disheveled, satiated and adorably vulnerable, bringing out Kent’s protective instincts in spades.
“Tell us how that was for you, darling,” Jared said, smiling at Naomi as she rested her head on his shoulder and threw an arm lazily across Kent’s midriff.
“I never knew it was possible to feel so intensely,” she replied, eyes wide with astonishment. “Honestly, you were right about removing some senses and enhancing others. It was out of this world.”
“Wanna watch yourself?” Kent asked.
“Sure.”
He set the recording to play back, watching emotion dance across Naomi’s features as she finally got to see what she’d just experienced.
“Hell, you guys don’t take any prisoners,” she said, grinning.
“Are you complaining?” Kent asked in mock severity.
“That was a compliment,” she replied, watching a close-up of Kent’s cock sinking into her backside. “Wow, I’m really surprised that didn’t hurt.”
“Our intention isn’t to hurt you, Naomi. We only give you pain you can control and which will transmute to pleasure.”
“I can’t argue that one.” She offered Kent a smug little smile. “So you know your business. I’m just glad I got to be on the receiving end.”
“You sleepy, darling?” Jared asked when the recording came to an end. “Want to go back to your room?”
“Oh no! I want to stay here with you guys.”
“Really?” Kent playfully traced a pattern on her breasts with his forefinger, causing the nipples to stand to attention and a shudder to play through her body. Damn, but she was responsive! “What would you like to do to pass the time then?”
“Whatever you gentlemen deem appropriate.”
“I’ll tell you what, babe,” Jared said, exchanging a glance with Kent. “Just for once we’ll drop the Dom act and let you take the lead.” He spread his arms wide, his cock half-erect. “Do with us whatever you will. We’re at your complete mercy.”
“Hmm.” She licked her lips in playful anticipation as her eyes roved over their respective bodies. “That’s not the sort of invitation a girl gets to hear every day.”
Kent laughed. “Not in this household, it ain’t, so don’t get used to it.”
She slid down the length of Kent’s body, took his cock into her mouth and started to suck. Kent closed his eyes in anticipation, knowing just how good she was at this, and allowed her to do her worst.
Chapter Thirteen
Naomi sat alone in Saul’s flat, awaiting the arrival of her family with a mixture of nervousness, distaste and determination. She felt vulnerable yet empowered by a night spent in the dungeon, during which she got very little sleep but a lot of education. The guys’ offer to let her take the lead didn’t stand the test of time, but then she hadn’t supposed it would. They were natural leaders and it showed in all aspects of their lives. Be that as it may, she’d lost count of the number of orgasms they gave her. She felt sore today, yet ready to do what had to be done to extract justice for Saul.
She was expecting the doorbell but it still made her jump when it sounded, ten minutes early. She suppressed a nervous smile, thinking their eagerness reflected their anxiety. She opened the door and stood back to allow her father and brothers into the flat. They strode past her, arrogant as always, until they seemed to recall they were beholden to her.
“Honey!” Her father extended his arms. Did he really expect her to hurtle herself into them, she wondered. Get real! “So glad we’re together at last,” he said, letting his arms drop to his sides again. “Just wish the circumstances were different.”
Her brothers said nothing, prowling around the flat, looking in all the rooms, presumably wanting to assure themselves they were alone.
“Sit down and let’s get this over with,” Naomi said in a neutral tone. “What did you want to say to me?”
“I’m real glad you’ve left those barracuda agents,” her father said. “I don’t trust ’em. Agents.” He shook his head, disgusted, like he knew what he was talking about. “Out for what they can get and don’t care who they exploit in order to get it.”
If Naomi hadn’t been expecting such hubris she would have choked. Couldn’t he hear himself? “They can’t hurt Saul now. If they ever did.” She paused. “But someone did. I’ve made it clear to the police that Saul would never have taken steroids and so someone must have forced them on him. I think they’re going to launch a murder enquiry.”
“Murder!” Her father’s eyes bulged. “Why did you do a dumb thing like that? I told you to let me handle things.”
“Ah, so you’d rather have Saul’s reputation tarnished than have the truth come out?”
“Honey, that’s not what I said,” her father replied, reining in his temper with obvious difficulty. “But has it occurred to you that it’s just possible Saul might have taken steroids? He was desperate to get back in shape after his injury so his ranking didn’t fall ever further. You can’t begin to understand the pressure he had to be under.”
“Oh, I think I can.”
“You’re not as worldly wise as you think, darlin’. Walking up and down a catwalk ain’t the same as being a top sportsman.”
Naomi let the derogatory comment pass. Her brothers continued to sit sullenly, letting their father do the talking. It had always been that way with those two. They were as dumb as the old man, dumber if that was possible, and always did as they were told. Naomi had yet to decide which of them administered the steroids to Saul but if it was one of her brothers, he would only have done so at their father’s behest.
“What do you really want?” Naomi asked, suddenly keen to get this over with. “You didn’t really want to talk about a family statement, I take it.”
“Well, no…” Her father
glanced down at his hands, thick, hairy fingers locked together. He hated asking for anything—demanding was more his style—and Naomi enjoyed watching him squirm. “Look, the thing is, I’m in a bit of a hole.”
“Really, you do surprise me.”
“Sarcasm doesn’t suit you, Naomi.” Her father gave her a long, probing look. “There’s something different about you. You’ve changed. There’s something in your eyes…I can’t figure it out. An awareness…something.”
You have no idea.
“Tell me about your difficulty.”
“The business is going through a temporary lean spell.”
“Ah, now I get it.” Naomi allowed her derision to show. “This is about money. Some things never change.”
“We’re contesting Saul’s will, just so you know,” Arnie said, speaking for the first time. “He must have been coerced into cutting us out of it.”
“Good luck with that.”
“Shut up, Arnie,” their father said sharply. “Let me deal with this.” He turned back to Naomi, a sickly smile on his face. “You don’t want to see the bar fail, do you? Think how that would reflect upon Saul’s legacy.”
“The bar has nothing to do with Saul.”
“It’s a sports bar,” Arnie said, making it sound like she was the moron.
“You chose to theme it around Saul and, I’m guessing here, were pinning your hopes on him doing really well at Wimbledon, perhaps even winning the tournament, so you could cash in on his success.”
“There’s nothing wrong with being proud of my boy,” her father said, sounding defensive.
“You? Proud of Saul?” She shook her head. “They’re not there, Dave,” she added, addressing her other brother who’d quietly gotten up and was flipping through the papers on Saul’s desk. “I believe these are what you’re looking for.” She threw the papers her father had left with Saul regarding his business catastrophe on the table between them.
“You knew,” her father said, anger radiating from his eyes. That was no big surprise. The only thing that had surprised Naomi was that his managing to hold it together for so long. “You knew but let me squirm.”
“Everyone has to have a hobby.”
“Come on, Naomi. I know you don’t think a lot of me but I am your father. I need your help and I’m begging you for it. There, does that make you feel better?”
“The only thing that would make me feel better would be to have Saul back,” she replied softly. “And shall I tell you what makes me sick to the stomach? You never had a good word to say for him, couldn’t accept the fact that he was gay, and made his life a living hell…until he could be useful to you.” Jared had warned Naomi against losing her temper. But she’d wanted to say these things to her father for so long from a position of strength that now she’d started the floodgates had opened and the words tumbled out in a seething avalanche. “And now you seem to think some misguided sense of family loyalty will make me see things your way. Well, I’m not Saul.” She stood up and towered over her father, fists on hips, a harpy with a point to make and a dead brother’s reputation to defend. “You ought to know that much by now.”
“I accepted your brother’s warped sexuality,” her father roared back, standing also. “I thought he would grow out of it, but he didn’t, so I had to accept it. But I also tried to make him see that it would ruin his image as a macho player if it got out, which it would have done. He lived here openly with that pervert and didn’t seem to care who knew it. Every time we came here, his lover was here, standing over him like a guardian angel and looking down his perverted nose at us. Geez, can you believe that? We only wanted to talk to my son, make him understand what he owed us, remind him of the sacrifices I made to get him where he was—”
“Oh, please! It’s me you’re talking to. What sacrifices did you ever make for Saul? All you did was make his life a living hell.”
“Baby, we’re gonna challenge Saul’s will and we’ll win. We can show how generous he was up until he started living with that parasite, who does benefit from the will as it stands. I mean, it’s obvious, the guy turned Saul against his own family.” Her father shrugged. “But if you help me out now I’ll renounce all claims on Saul’s estate and won’t challenge the will.”
“It must have made you angry to see Frank so at home here with Saul. And to see Saul so happy with him.”
Arnie made a grunting sound but was shushed by a wave of their father’s hand.
“I didn’t like to see him being taken advantage of.”
“But you had to accept he really wasn’t going to bail you out, leaving you to the tender mercies of the Chicago mob.”
“Which is what will happen if you don’t help me now,” her father yelled, fear flickering through his eyes. “I’m in deep shit, Naomi. These guys don’t fuck about.”
“Is that why you killed Saul?” she asked quietly. “You knew he wouldn’t help you while he was alive anymore. You were desperate and so had to rely upon benefiting from his will.”
A penetrating silence greeted Naomi’s accusation. She tensed, waiting to see how her father would respond. This was crunch time. She had convinced Jared and Kent that he would lose his temper and brag about what he’d done, justifying his actions in his warped mind as payback for family disloyalty.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said with a total lack of conviction.
“If you want my help, and it sounds to me like you need it pretty badly, then I want to know the truth. I need closure.” Naomi inhaled sharply. “I agree with you that Saul would have ruined a whole bunch of his sponsorship deals if his relationship with Frank had come out,” she said, crossing her fingers behind her back, praying that Saul, if he was looking down at her, would forgive the lie for the sake of greater good. “I tried to explain that to Saul myself.”
“You did?” Her father looked astonished, then calculating. “You’re not so very different from us, in spite of your liberal views, after all.”
“It’s just us here,” Naomi assured her father when his words stalled. “Tell me what happened. Did you and Saul have a fight?”
“We needed to talk to Saul alone, away from that freak,” her father said. “We knew if we got him alone he’d see reason. So we managed to do that.” Naomi’s jaw vibrated with the effort of keeping her mouth shut. If she reminded them that they’d nearly killed Frank it might make them stop talking. “But when we got back here with Saul he was still adamant that he wouldn’t help us.”
“So you put steroids in his drink.”
His father shook his head. “He was on the road to ruin anyway. All that talent, but he was shacked up with a pervert. We wouldn’t have survived the disgrace as a family.”
“What century do you think we’re living in?” Naomi asked incredulously. “You killed your own son because he was gay, which justifies what you did in your own mind. But really, you didn’t give a shit about his sexuality, you just wanted to use him to fund your lifestyle. When he wouldn’t play ball, you had no further use for him. What sort of a monster are you?” Tears coursed down her face. Naomi had known that was the case all along, but to have it confirmed by her bigoted father was almost too much for her. “Get out!”
“Hey, just a damned minute. You said that if I told you what happened…we had a deal.”
“I don’t deal with murderers.”
Her father roared like an enraged bull and reached for her, grabbing her by the throat. Naomi was suddenly frightened by the vitriol she saw in his expression and tried to back away from him, knocking a vase from a low table. It smashed against the wooden floor.
“You and Saul always were two peas in a pod,” he said, scrunching his face close to hers. “But, just so you know, once you’ve committed one murder, a second don’t seem like such a big deal.”
She wanted to tell him just what a creep she thought he was, anger overcoming her fear, but he was grasping her throat too tightly for her to be able to breathe, much less
speak. Spots danced before her eyes when he didn’t let go, the room went in and out of focus and she started to feel faint. He was a maniac and really did seem to think he could get away with killing her, too.
Where are you, guys? Now would be a good time…
The door crashed open and Jared and Kent stood there, looking as though they were ready to commit a murder or two of their own. Distracted, her father released his hold on Naomi’s neck and she fell into the nearest chair, gasping much needed air into her lungs. Kent grabbed her father by the scruff of the neck, pulling him well clear of Naomi, leaving Jared to place a fist in the center of his face. A fountain of blood spurted from his broken nose. Eyes blurred by tears, Naomi could only watch as her brothers, slow to react as always, belatedly tried to attack Jared and Kent. They were quickly overwhelmed by the uniformed police who poured into the room. Detective Regan strolled in behind them and read them their rights, and Naomi had the satisfaction of seeing them being led away in handcuffs.
“Are you okay, darling?” Jared asked, examining her neck. “Did the bastard hurt you?”
She fell into his arms. “No, I’m okay.”
“Why the hell did you antagonize him like that?” Kent asked.
“I wouldn’t have if I didn’t know you were next door, listening to every word.” She grimaced. “Well, perhaps I might have done. You heard what he said. I was so angry, I—”
“Come on, darling,” Jared said, sliding an arm around her waist. “It’s over. Saul can rest in peace now. Let’s get you home where you belong.”
Chapter Fourteen
“And now, we’re taking you to Wimbledon for the first day of the championships,” said the national news anchor, “and to our reporter on the scene, where something pretty amazing has just happened. Fill us in, Jackie.”