Mistress's Master: Men in Blue, Book 3

by Jayne Rylon

  Jeremy and Lily gazed at each other, sharing the moment despite the physical distance between them. The appreciative moans, curses and grunts of the spectators faded into the background as they indulged their kinky sides.

  Come, Lily. Show me your pretty blue eyes darken with lust. You love his tongue strumming your clit. You can’t resist the men who do your bidding because you’ve earned their trust. Give us what we want. Take your enjoyment as payment. Do it. Come.

  Lily lauded the man devouring her with urgent yet clear praise as she came on his face.

  The woman between Jeremy’s legs encircled the base of his cock and squeezed just as he suspected he would join Lily. The pressure alleviated the danger of an early orgasm. He laid his fingers on her shoulder as he witnessed Lily wring every drop of rapture from her pet’s gift.

  Jeremy hummed when Lily’s eyes opened, revealing her hunger. The explosion, though impressive, hadn’t fully satisfied her.

  Ted lowered her to her feet, continuing to band his arms around her frame until she whispered something to him and nodded. He placed his hand beneath her elbow when she wobbled, but she stood tall.

  She swiped some of her juice from her slave’s lips then turned, feeding it to Ted. He groaned. Jeremy would have killed for a taste of her sweetness.

  “I knew you wouldn’t disappoint me, Ted.” He flushed beneath her approval. “I have an offer for you.”

  “Yes, Mistress?”

  “David is working hard, plowing this slave’s ass. Isn’t he?”

  Ted squirmed a little as he peeked at the toy stretching the other man’s hole. “Yes, Mistress.”

  “But he won’t earn my pussy if he doesn’t make our friend here erupt.”

  Ted retreated a miniscule step, unsure of where she led him.

  “Don’t you want to help, Ted?” She arched an eyebrow when he hesitated.

  “If it pleases you.”

  “It does.” She beamed at him. “And I have a feeling you’ll like it too. This slave loves to be used. The more people who fill his holes, the better. Isn’t that right?”

  The man’s cries escalated.

  “Would you like to try feeding him?” Lily grabbed Ted’s crotch and rubbed his hard cock. She unsnapped the leather decorating the long shaft along with the ring stretching his balls, and rubbed out a few of the impressions the material had made over the past hour or so he’d probably worn it.

  “W-what do you mean, Mistress?”

  “Let him suck your cock, Ted. He’s quite good at it. Or so I hear.”

  “Yes!” the slave pleaded for the treat.

  Ted didn’t withdraw farther. Instead, he inched closer to the bound man before him.

  “That’s right. Go ahead. Slip inside his warm, wet mouth. You know you’d like his velvety tongue rubbing on you. He’s a come slut. His cheeks will hollow as he draws every last bit of seed from your balls. His mouth is larger than a female’s. He’ll probably take all of your shaft. Something you must not experience often.” Lily measured Ted’s long, thick cock with her hand.

  The woman working over Jeremy’s hard-on mimicked Lily’s promises. He gritted his teeth.

  Ted surrendered with a strangled groan. He inserted his erection between the open lips of the bound slave.

  “Nice and easy.” Lily wrapped her fist around the base of Ted’s cock, preventing him from jamming his tool fully into the slave’s throat on the initial pass, too eager to revel in his first male-to-male blow job. “That’s right, good boys.”

  Both men cried out, her sanction enhancing their passion. She peeled her fingers off Ted’s cock one by one until the slave swallowed Ted’s entire length at the height of each stroke.

  “You may come as soon as you’re able. Both of you.” The men tensed, primed for release. How long had they battled the sizzling arousal boiling their blood? “Faster, David. Fuck him a little harder now.”

  Both men impaled the slave, working in tandem to stuff him full. Lily crouched near his strapped hips, providing Jeremy with another glimpse of her spread, glistening pussy. She traced the ring of her slave’s anus around the inserted fuckpole with her gloved finger then tickled the seam decorating his sac. Finally, her index finger brushed the tip of his cock.

  The slave shuddered. His toes curled tight, and his back arched.

  “If you don’t come soon, I’ll think you don’t appreciate Ted and David’s hard work. That would make me unhap—”

  Lily never finished her sentence.

  Thick blasts of cum shot from the slave’s cock. She encircled his pulsing erection with her fingers and milked it dry. Jet after jet of pearly fluid spilled onto the apparatus. As the stream of his release began to ebb, Ted threw back his head and roared.

  Lily halted David’s motion with the fuckpole, easing it from her slave while he still lingered in a sensual haze. She glided to Ted’s side, rubbing his shoulders and kneading his ass as he poured the last traces of his release into the bound slave’s mouth. She played each man with precision, providing exactly what they required.

  When Ted quieted, she tugged him lower, kissed him on the cheek then whispered in his ear.

  He hugged her tight then nodded. “Yes, Mistress.”

  The pure affection radiating from her subjects made Jeremy jealous. Until the steady sucking of the woman who treated him to a world-class blowjob declared him a hypocrite.

  Ted liberated the slave, tending to him as Lily had obviously instructed.

  “You, David.” She pointed to an inclined platform less than ten feet away. The black leather surface tipped toward the audience, which had thinned a bit when the lightweight spectators succumbed to their own arousal then headed for the bar. The remaining hardcore witnesses fucked in the aisles or simply enjoyed the thrill of the complete mastery Lily wielded as surely as a knight with a broadsword.

  She escorted David to the furniture she’d selected then shoved with one palm on his chest. He stumbled, falling backward with an oomph when his shoulders landed on the lightly padded surface. In less than five seconds, she’d clamped him in place at wrists and ankles.

  Lily teased his cock with light strokes until David thrashed in his bindings. Soon both of them had no doubt he was well and truly held. She removed the cock harness he stretched and rolled a condom over the man’s straining erection.

  “Tell me what you desire.”

  “I need you to fuck me. Please, let me inside your pussy. Use me. Come on me. Please. Please.”

  “Very nice, David.” Lily climbed two stairs built into the side of the slab. She swung one leg over her captive, her boot landing on the top of the stair on the opposite side. Towering over the man, she granted him an unhindered view of her crotch as she posed, hands on hips, facing the onlookers. “You like to watch my ass as I ride you, don’t you?”

  “God, yes.”

  She bent at the waist to smack the inside of his thigh. “What did you say?”

  “Yes, Mistress. I love your ass. So sexy.”

  “That’s better.” Lily crouched, making a show of wiggling her buttocks as she reached for David’s cock. She held him perpendicular to his body as she lowered herself onto his solid length. She had to raise and lower herself several times, working his shaft into her bit by bit.

  Jeremy groaned. If Lily had to stretch to take this man, Jeremy would overflow her pussy.

  He put one hand on his charge’s elbow, warning her. He couldn’t stand much more torture. She didn’t stop her delicious treatment.

  Lily braced herself behind her back with one palm, splaying her fingers on David’s six-pack abs. She worked her pelvis like a stripper intent on retiring early through proceeds from epic lap dances. The fluid motion mesmerized Jeremy. He imagined flipping her to her hands and knees, pounding into her while she tried to fuck him from below.

  His nostrils flared and his balls drew tight to his body.

  She smiled at him and licked her lips.

  Fuck!

  Lily sl
ipped one finger between her bright red lips, showing him how she’d suck his cock if it were her between his thighs. Then she trailed the digit over the outline of her diamond-tipped breasts, evident through the latex hugging her form.

  She mouthed something that looked a hell of a lot like, “Ready?”

  Was he ever.

  He nodded then whispered, “If you are.”

  She touched the slick tip of her index finger to her clit and drew wet circles over the swollen bundle of nerves while she ground on the cock buried inside her.

  A rush of exhilaration and pleasure flowed over Jeremy.

  He couldn’t swear who surrendered first. In the end, it didn’t matter. Cries of completion filled the space as many of the members exploded with them. Lily fucked David hard enough to shake the table he laid on. The full length of his cock plunged in and out of her as she increased the amplitude of her strokes.

  Come boiled from Jeremy’s balls while Lily quaked on top of David. The man bellowed her name and emptied himself into the condom sheathing his cock. Jeremy tried to withdraw from the mouth of the woman sucking him off, but she knocked his hand away and slid down his length until the head of his dick slipped into her throat. She swallowed again and again as he overflowed her orifice.

  Still, he couldn’t peel his stare from Lily, who gazed at him in return.

  Time suspended. The distance between them shrank. Jeremy swore he could hear her pleas, begging him to make her his.

  Or maybe that was just wishful thinking.

  Lily smiled. He sighed.

  A ragged groan snapped Jeremy’s attention to his right, to Morselli. A hired thug, the dude who’d led in the new slave, pinned his captive’s thrashing legs to the concrete floor beneath their cushy seats at the base of the bleachers. Tony’s knuckles went white as he anchored the girl’s head to his groin and shot his load down her opened throat.

  Tony tarnished what could have been a sublime moment—one Jeremy had ached for. Lusted after. Gone half-mad abstaining from.

  The bastard reminded him of how easily this lifestyle could spiral out of control.

  Satisfied, Morselli released his prisoner. She crumpled onto the floor. Tears streaked her cheeks. Jeremy had to sit on his hands to keep from comforting her or annihilating her abuser. Honor screamed for him to act. Immediately.

  Before he could finish battling the urges, the slave wrenched from the goon’s hands and clambered to her feet with a strength and resilience that awed Jeremy. Morselli must have been equally surprised because he didn’t manage to cover his face fast enough. The young girl spit the remnants of his come through the open-mouthed gag, into his eyes. Sticky globs landed on his cheeks and in his hair.

  No!

  Jeremy lunged for her. Too late. Tony’s bodyguard backhanded her, knocking her unconscious. A trickle of blood dibbled from her cut lip as the dirtbag tossed her over his shoulder.

  “You’ll pay for that, Bruno.” Morselli snarled as he mopped his face with a silk handkerchief. “After I throw her to the rest of my men, maybe I’ll let them have a go at you too. With a drop or two of our medicine they won’t stop until you’re begging to die.”

  Holy fuck. The drug. Tony had some. And he wasn’t lying. Jeremy had suffered its effects himself a few months earlier. One spritz into the enclosed space of a van had knocked him, Lily, fellow cop Razor and the rookie’s girl, Izzy, for a loop and a half.

  Despite a trip to the hospital, the effects had lingered for days.

  Jeremy had nearly rubbed himself raw searching for satisfaction.

  Before he could process all that had happened, or figure out how to rescue the woman being carted from the dungeon, Morselli stood. He sneered. “Enjoy my leftovers.”

  “I will, Tony. Don’t worry. I’ll repay you. Someday very soon.” The slave between Jeremy’s legs refastened his pants. She broke protocol as she rose of her own volition, interrupting his line of sight with the monster, who pivoted to leave.

  They’d come too far for rash wrath to ruin the plan. He accepted the leather loop the woman held between her teeth then guided her from the room in the opposite direction, pausing to shoot a backward glance at Lily. Her slaves tended to her—cleaned her, straightened her hair, daubed sweat from what little flesh she bared.

  Abandoning her in a hedonistic den where foxes lurked—corrupting her pure pursuit of fantasy—didn’t sit well, though she could fend for herself. She’d battled The Scientist and the human traffickers from inside their network for so long, she had to be pushing her luck.

  Be careful. Watch your back. I’m coming for you. Soon.

  She blew him a kiss.

  Chapter Three

  Jeremy paced the hardwood floor outside the guest bedroom in Mason, Tyler and Lacey’s new house. He didn’t pause to admire the soothing color Lacey had bribed the men in blue—with pizza and beer—to paint the walls.

  “JRad.” Razor climbed the stairs. “Give it a rest. That squeak in the floor you’re nailing at the end of your run is driving us bananas down there.”

  “James!” Isabella slapped the rookie’s ass as she trailed him. She squeezed past her boyfriend on the landing and trotted toward Jeremy.

  Without thought he opened his arms, welcoming her into his gentle embrace. Despite recent events, she remained innocent, affectionate and sweet. Everything he wasn’t.

  “Don’t pay attention to him, Jeremy.”

  “When did you two show up?” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, reluctant to release her. For so long he’d relied on the happiness of his friends to banish his loneliness. Their bliss acted like balm on his open wounds.

  “About five minutes ago. Clint and Matt are in the living room too.” She rubbed his lower back, which sat at the right height for the sprite, as she filled him in.

  Jeremy closed his eyes. His breathing slowed. He bundled her close then pretended the diminutive woman he held wasn’t Izzy, but instead, her half-sister. Lily.

  When his cock inflated, he rejected Isabella’s comfort, separating them a little more forcefully than he intended. Razor caught her, shooting Jeremy a glare over her platinum-blond hair. The women were so much the same and yet so different. Even if his midnight beauty hadn’t admitted it yet, fate or some other force of nature kept drawing them together—circumstances and their incompatible sexual preferences be damned.

  “You saw her.” Izzy chewed her bottom lip.

  “What makes you so sure?” No use in pretending he didn’t understand who her was.

  “Your eyes. Your restlessness. Your…” She peeked at his crotch. A blush heated her cheeks despite the months she’d spent discovering intimacy with Razor.

  “You can say cock.” He chuckled. “Hell, it’s not like I haven’t watched you suck one before, sweetheart.”

  Damn. Another tick in the Cons column for a relationship with Lily. Coached her sister through her first BJ. Check. Followed closely by manually-inspected-her-sister’s-virginity. Double check.

  Razor growled and tugged Izzy beneath his arm.

  “Is Lily okay?” Isabella glanced up from her spot against her lover’s chest. She fit so well with him. Not like Lily, whom Jeremy would tower over.

  Lost in thought, he didn’t answer immediately.

  “Oh no. She’s not?”

  Razor stroked her hair. “He didn’t say that, Izzy. Don’t jump to conclusions.”

  “Shit. Sorry.” Jeremy spun on his heel and strode to the end of the hallway, dodging the loose floorboard, before returning once more. He scrubbed his hand through his hair, sure it stuck out on end after repeated passes. “Lily’s fine. Great, actually. She was fucking amazing.”

  Razor’s lifted brows asked for details he wasn’t about to get. Not with Izzy in the room. She probably wouldn’t care to hear the gritty details about her sister. The photographs they’d uncovered last winter had freaked her out enough.

  They’d turned Jeremy on.

  He might have appropriated copies off
the station’s evidence storage server.

  Oops.

  “So what has you this upset?” Isabella reached out and snagged his wrist. She prevented him from spinning off for another circuit of the passageway with the softest of touches.

  “It’s confirmed. There’s another auction on Sunday. I’m afraid she’ll risk too much. Eventually someone will realize she’s smuggling women out of that hellhole. We have to shut it down before they do. Otherwise…” He couldn’t finish.

  “We’ll figure something out, JRad.”

  “Last time I looked you guys weren’t all on the DEA team.” He didn’t intend to insult the kid. Facts were facts. “Besides, I’m likely to be canned or arrested—maybe both—as soon as Agent Sterns discovers I went to Black Lily. Then I’ll be no help to her at all.”

  “We may not be part of your fancy task force, but we’re still your friends. Asshole.” Razor settled when Isabella murmured his name. She nuzzled the rookie’s jaw then rested her cheek over the scars on his chest.

  Jeremy would be lying if he said the sight of her utter trust and devotion didn’t propagate envy in his soul. He suspected constant exposure to the radiation emitted by Mason, Tyler, Lacey, Razor and Izzy’s scorching love had caused a malignant lesion to start festering on his heart. Could he ever have something as brilliant? Would Lily grant him the right to protect her? To lean on her?

  He shook his head to clear the bitterness.

  “Razor, after the stunt you pulled with Izzy at the clean side of the club last year, you would blow my cover in a flash. Mason and Tyler too.” Jeremy cursed. He could use some backup that didn’t mind bending a rule or two. The DEA guys had a real stick up their ass about protocol. Something he’d never succeeded at enforcing.

  “Matt and Clint kept their distance.” Razor sowed the seed of a plan in his mind.

  “That’s true—”

  The door to the guest bedroom cracked open before Lacey slipped into the hall. Tyler shadowed her. Figured her men would refuse to leave their soul mate alone with a stranger. Still, it was probably best they hadn’t assigned Mason to watchdog duty. His hulking frame would remind the woman Jeremy had rescued too much of the muscle-bound bullies Morselli employed.