Mistress's Master: Men in Blue, Book 3

by Jayne Rylon

  Her gaze roamed over the magnificent man in her arms. Suddenly, she couldn’t imagine topping him. Didn’t want to. This wasn’t the person who thrilled her. Impressed her. Turned her on. Her stare landed on the tiny bump in his pocket. At first, she thought she might have singed him when she shocked his hip.

  Her free hand wandered to the anomaly, afraid of what she might find.

  When her fingers latched on to the capsule he’d tucked there, her eyes widened.

  Jeremy tried to sit up straighter. She pinned him with one knee on his shoulder then withdrew the packet containing a dose of Sex Offender.

  “Lily!” He thrashed, but his legs didn’t work quite right. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

  “That’s right. Give him something to ease his pain. He’ll love every minute of your attention. He’ll grovel and thank you a million times over.” Morselli made up her mind. She could never do that to the Master who’d captured her imagination.

  The paper ripped easily when she gripped it with one hand and trapped the top between her teeth. She released Jeremy long enough to separate the halves of the capsule and inhale deeply, holding the mist it contained in her lungs long enough she thought she might pass out.

  Nothing happened.

  Could the new formula be less potent than the blast she’d breathed in the day of Malcolm’s funeral?

  Jeremy’s brow furrowed. He coordinated his limbs and rose beside her. Matt and Clint rushed to their sides. All three men shouted questions, asking if she was okay. It was Jeremy who caught her when a blinding wave of mingled passion and burning agony blazed through her every nerve ending.

  “Master Jeremy.” She mewled as she rubbed herself against his hard body, trying to ease the ache in her nipples or the throbbing of her clit. “You have to take me. Please. Hurry. Tonight, I’m yours. Oh God. Please, help me.”

  The crowd went wild.

  Chapter Eight

  Jeremy barked orders as he toted Lily to a station that had caught his attention earlier. “Matt, lower the sling. Clint, find restraints. Thick but soft. Nothing that will cut her. She won’t be able to keep still.”

  Hell, even now she squirmed in his hold, pressing the lush softness of her breasts to his chest, wriggling like a fish out of water in a desperate attempt to slake the white-hot need raging through her veins. He spun when fast-approaching footsteps vibrated the surface of the stage.

  Two men ran toward him.

  Jeremy angled Lily away from the servants, dressed in the leather and silver chains of Morselli’s house submissives.

  “Master, we’d like to help.” The first to arrive held his empty hands up, slowing as he neared.

  “I’m Ryan. This is Ben. We…served Mistress Lily this afternoon.”

  Jeremy flushed as his anger found a place to vent. “You! The two of you are responsible for leaving her trussed, alone?”

  “We didn’t have a choice.” Ryan spoke softly. “Please, let us make it up to her. To you.”

  “Fine.” He didn’t have time to waste on them. Lily began to shudder in his arms.

  “Hang on, wildcat.”

  “You, help Matt with the sling. He has no clue what he’s doing.” The cables verged on tangling beyond repair. This was not the time for on-the-job training. Not when safety counted on the rig’s proper setup.

  “Ben, is it?” He drew the other man’s horrified stare from the tears pouring down Lily’s cheeks. She would hate for anyone to witness her so overwhelmed.

  The slave nodded.

  “Focus. Grab condoms. A bunch of them.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Lily’s heart pounded, the reverberations palpable where their chests fused. A standard dosage of any drug would affect her more than the average person. Considering Jeremy had watched her father commit suicide by injecting a massive amount of the substance, her immediate and overwhelming response to the chemical terrified him.

  He ignored the chaos around them and centered all his attention on her.

  “Lily, listen to me.” He tried speaking gently, attempting to calm her as she had done to him minutes ago. The throb in his balls had nothing on the terror gripping his soul. She didn’t respond. Instead she gurgled and clawed at her clothes, succeeding in ripping the hem of her skirt with the enhanced strength ruling her system.

  If he let her, she’d tear all her nails off in her haste to undress.

  He knelt less than two feet to the side of the contraption Matt and Ryan worked to lower to the stage. “Stop.”

  The two men froze at the insistence in his tone.

  “Not you.” He never glanced away from Lily, observing their progress in his peripheral vision. “Lily. Stop.”

  She blinked.

  “That’s right.” He smiled when she looked at him as though surfacing from a long, deep sleep. Even now her blue eyes amazed him. Gorgeous. “Concentrate on me. Hear my voice.”

  “H-help me.”

  “Shh. I will.” He hoped he could keep his promise. “Stay strong. You can do this. We’ll work through it together. Okay?”

  “No.”

  He recoiled before he realized she’d gained lucidity. Her inverse response relieved him. After the initial shock, she fought to the surface. Tough, confident…

  “Fuck me.”

  Still on fire.

  “Soon. I promise.” Jeremy deposited her onto the floor as though she were fragile despite his certainty otherwise. Her hands instinctively drifted toward her clothes again.

  He covered her with his frame, pinning her wrists above her head.

  Her legs locked around his waist, or would have if not for the tight ring of her pencil skirt. Damn, her ass looked fine in it, but now he wished she’d worn something else. Anything that would have allowed him to feel the heat of her pussy on the front of his pants.

  “You’re not hard anymore.” She whimpered as she humped the trunk of his body.

  “Darling, you zapped my nuts with a fucking TASER. Give me a minute here.”

  “Or is it because I surrendered?” Lily averted her gaze.

  He tapped her cheek with three fingers. “Didn’t I tell you to look at me? I’m not going to say it again.”

  The summer sky of her eyes greeted him once more. “Yes, sir.”

  He dropped closer, whispering against her lips, “Having you beneath me is a dream come true. Believe me, it’s not going to take long for my cock to recover. And when it does, I plan to fuck the shit out of you. Maybe more than once.”

  “No.” She struggled to grind harder against him.

  He bit the lobe of her ear, hiding his lips from the onlookers when he asked, “Do you want other guys to fuck you? To ease your suffering? It might kill me, but I’ll let them touch you. I’ll protect you. Whatever you need.”

  “No!” She thrashed in his hold.

  “It will take some of the pressure off the other slaves bound in the audience too. You can handle it, Lily. You love to fuck. I promise to stand by your side. I have you. You’re safe.”

  “Nooooooo!”

  “Very nice, Jeremy.” Morselli blessed their performance from his spot near the edge of the stage. “No more secrets. What are you threatening her with? I’m sure the ache in your junk won’t improve her fate.”

  “I’ve told her my plans to share her. With you all.”

  Several audience members encroached on the stairs.

  “When I tell you.” He glanced to his left. A soft leather sling in the shape of an inverted Y landed beside them.

  “Ready, Lily?”

  “No!” She drummed her heels.

  “Too bad.” Jeremy grinned into her raven tresses as he lifted her. He wove her petite form between the nylon webbing that attached the leather rest to pulleys. “Make sure she’s centered. Put her ass right on the edge.”

  He counted on Matt and Ryan to assist him. They aligned Lily despite the unconscious movement of her muscles, which ached for relief.

  “Soon.” He crooned to her as he dou
ble-checked the fit. Once satisfied, he nodded, accepting a roll of foam tape from Clint. “Perfect.”

  He’d used the material before. It was some sort of sport injury support when not ensuring the immobility of his slaves.

  “Lift the top a few inches.” Ryan hoisted the cord, raising the tail of the Y. It didn’t take much material to wind around the sling and Lily’s dainty wrists, pinning them together above her head. He tore the material from the roll with his teeth. “A little more.”

  When the incline increased, he fit his hands beneath the leather cradling Lily. Next, he wrapped a wider loop halfway between her shoulders and elbows. He kept it loose enough that her aching shoulders weren’t pressed too far beyond comfortable. All the while, she held her head upright, her stare locked on him.

  “Go ahead and watch.” He caressed her, running a fingertip from her nose through the furrow of her upper lip, across her parted mouth to her chin. “When your neck gets tired, you’ll have a nice pillow, okay?”

  “No.” She kicked his shin. “Faster. Or let me loose so I can take care of myself.”

  Jeremy was sure she hadn’t intended the command to emerge as a whine. He recalled the burning pressure that had haunted him for days after inhaling far less Sex Offender than she had. He hustled. No time to waste on fancy clasps and extra buttons.

  “Clint. Scissors.”

  His fellow officer handed him a pair. Clearly he’d never used the foam tape before if he hadn’t realized how easy it was to tear.

  Jeremy didn’t complain. “Keep her still.”

  Matt, Clint, Ryan and Ben all chipped in, arresting Lily despite her increased struggles. Jeremy snipped her skirt in half then yanked it from her body. He tossed the scraps over his shoulder before starting on her corset. He hacked through the satin, shaking his head. A shame to destroy something so elegant. Please, please let it be just her trappings and not the woman herself who would bear irrevocable damage after tonight.

  His astonishment at her actions began to wear off along with the tingling between his legs. Holy shit. Was this really happening?

  As soon as her bare flesh was exposed to the air, Lily tested the four men trapping her diminutive form. The breeze in the open room buffeted her sultry flesh, triggering a response in her drug-enhanced sensory receptors.

  “Hang on.”

  “Yes!” She screamed as he worked, unwilling to sacrifice her safety for instant gratification.

  “Clint.” Jeremy nodded to his friend, hoping like hell the man didn’t choose then to balk. “Take your cock out. Give her something to suck on. Fill her mouth and keep her quiet.”

  He feared she might blow their cover if she didn’t find relief soon.

  “Uh…JRad,” Clint whispered, his stare whipping up to Matt’s. “Are you sure?”

  “I think you’d better do what he says.” The man’s partner spoke softly, though not low enough to prevent Jeremy from hearing their exchange.

  “Go ahead.” Jeremy nodded. “I’m pretty sure she won’t bite your dick off.”

  Clint unzipped his cargo pants. He’d shoved his tighty-whiteys down far enough to withdraw a fairly long hard-on when Lily lunged for him. She licked the drop of pre-come from his tip before swallowing him to the root in one gulp.

  “God damn.” Matt moaned.

  Jeremy grinned when Clint’s head tipped back and his hands fisted at his sides. He’d bet that felt fucking great. His cock stirred in his pants, pumping up as the blood flow returned. “Almost there, Lily.”

  He handed the scissors to Ben then tugged the remainder of her tattered clothing from beneath her slender ribcage. Stopping himself from teasing the diamond tips of her breasts with tiny pinches before swiping his palms over her waist and hips—dragging her thong down and off—would have proved impossible.

  Aromatic arousal greeted him as her pussy was exposed. Could the potent drug be passed through her body? The smell of her intoxicated him, driving him deeper into the insanity caused by his overwhelming lust for her.

  Jeremy sat on his heels, admiring her nude form for a handful of seconds. It could never be long enough. Clint had begun a steady stream of curses and groans that seemed to match up with the flex of Lily’s throat.

  “Best blow job of my life.” Clint opened his eyes, sharing the moment with his partner. “Oh my God, she’s amazing.”

  “Lift her higher.” Jeremy ordered Matt and Ryan. They tugged the cords attached to the section supporting Lily’s torso. Her shoulders rose up, slamming her mouth farther down Clint’s shaft. Lucky bastard.

  Jeremy wrapped Lily’s chest, just above her breasts, securing her to the sling. He wouldn’t chance her slipping off, getting hurt while she abandoned herself to ecstasy. The band squished her chest. He checked that there was no pressure on her windpipe from the material. He revisited the site of the contact no less than three times before certainty allowed him to move on.

  Next he applied another band around her ribs, just below her magnificent tits. The mounds squished between the two fastenings, standing taller, urging him to suckle them. So he did.

  Lily cooed around Clint’s cock, attempting to shimmy despite her bindings, with limited success. Jeremy rewarded her eagerness, slapping his tongue on the tight peaks of her nipple, drawing the other away from her body between his thumb and forefinger. Her hips bucked against him.

  “Higher.” They heaved again, and her hips left the ground. She swung in gentle arcs, knocking into Clint’s thighs. Jeremy mummified her hips, securing them before moving on to her thighs. On his way, he paused at her pussy. The puffy, pink lips called to him. They lured his fingers into exploring their moist folds.

  “Ahh!” she shouted when he traced the valley of her slit, pressing into the slippery tissue as he neared the entrance to her pussy. His cock stiffened, fully recovered from her earlier abuse.

  Jeremy inserted his index finger in her, fusing their bodies for the first time, burying the digit to his second knuckle. Despite the copious amounts of lubrication slicking her channel, her tiny body made for a tight fit. “I can’t wait to introduce my cock to you. I’ll stretch you. Ride you hard. Make you scream. Will you come for me? Will you love every second?”

  She pulled off Clint’s cock with a slurp. “No!”

  He chuckled when his fellow officer fed his cock to the spitfire as though he couldn’t stand to be outside her mouth for more than an instant.

  “Is she doing a good job?” Jeremy arched an eyebrow at his friend.

  “Fuck, yes.” Clint panted. “I might need to tag Matt here soon if you don’t want me to blow in her mouth.”

  “Swap.” Jeremy needed them hard. Lily would require more than he could give her to be satisfied.

  Matt hesitated when Clint’s cock drew across Lily’s cheek, painting it with their mingled fluids.

  “Go ahead.” Clint reassured his partner. “She wants it. Trust me. A woman doesn’t suck like that if she’s forced.”

  “It’s not her talking. It’s the drugs.” Matt gripped the nylon cord, pushing her away from nuzzling his crotch.

  “Either way, she’s desperate.” Clint continued to persuade Matt as Jeremy swirled his fingers through the soft flesh between Lily’s legs. He traced the ridge of her lips to her clit. When he drew a spiral around the hard knot of nerves, she broke free of the restraining hands on her arms and legs. She swung softly, bumping into the five men surrounding her.

  Every time she made contact with someone, something, she cried out. Ultrasensitive, her skin drove her need, painful if not dampened by continuous action.

  “Do it, Matt.” Jeremy sighed as he removed his hand and finished binding her. “She needs you to.”

  Ben reached out to unfasten Matt’s fly.

  “Whoa! I got this.” Matt ripped the button loose, yanked the front of his pants apart and sighed when a cock proportional to his refrigerator build flopped free.

  “Damn.” Ryan’s eyes widened. “I’m not sure she’s going to b
e able to take more than the tip.”

  Lily seemed up to the challenge. She strained her neck, opened her mouth wide and drew him in. Jaw spread, she stretched her lips around his girth. Son of a bitch.

  Still, it stuck Jeremy that she remained the aggressor despite her bonds and the absolute helplessness of her position. Lily acted of her own free will. She called the shots and took the lead. Not for long.

  He removed her boots then tucked her ankles into the cuffs, which acted as stirrups, suspended from independent wires. Thighs spread wide, she displayed her pussy for him. It clenched, kissing the air as though it already hugged his cock.

  “Everyone stand back.”

  Matt groaned when he removed his cock from her lips with a pop.

  Lily screamed. “Yes!”

  Jeremy motioned to Matt and Ryan. Each of them worked the pulley system on their side of Lily. They hoisted her with strong jerks that set her breasts bouncing. A series of cables, one at her fists and each ankle, two near her shoulders, her hips and a pair on either side of her knees balanced the light load. When she came level with his pelvis, Jeremy instructed them to tie off the ropes.

  He supervised their knot work. Ben assisted Matt when he needed it.

  Satisfied she was securely held, Jeremy approached Lily. He took his place between her spread legs, shoving lightly on the cables to initiate an arc. As she swung, he leaned into her approach, grinding their crotches at the pinnacle of each of her journeys.

  When she tried to lift up and meet him, he stepped back.

  Lily gawked at him as though he’d started speaking in tongues.

  “You’re not in control here.” He spanked her pussy lightly, granting her some reprieve from the pressure building in her core.

  “Shut up and fuck me. If you’re not man enough, someone else out there will.” She acknowledged the crowd for the first time. A sea of whistles confirmed her declaration.

  “I don’t think so. I’ll take you first. And last. No doubt about that.” He groaned as he tortured them both by prolonging the inevitable. Because it wasn’t enough to fuck her. No, he had to claim her. Show her that she could trust him to see to her pleasure. They’d balanced on the razor’s edge when she held his fate in her hands. Yet she’d chosen to give him this chance—one opportunity to prove she belonged to him, body, mind and heart.