Mistress's Master: Men in Blue, Book 3

by Jayne Rylon

  “What are you doing way over there, Ramone?”

  Chapter Seventeen

  No sooner had Lily asked the question than her submissive transported to her side.

  “On your back. Hold those knees up. Spread them wide. Give me lots of room to work while Master Jeremy—” Her instructions morphed into a wail as he crept up behind her and pressed inside once more.

  “While I ride you hard?” He considered tempering his lunges but decided against it. The bob of her plastic dong thwapped on Ramone’s belly along with the slave’s flesh-and-blood cock.

  Lily monitored the pleasure of her submissive even as she allowed Jeremy full access to her body. She slid two greased fingers around the man’s hole, allowing the motion of their primal fuck to nudge her digits against the tight passage.

  A harder than average thrust caused her to broach Ramone’s resistance. Lily and her sub cried out simultaneously as her fingers danced along the ridge of the man’s anus. She painted lubrication over his sensitive tissue despite the fact that he could probably have taken the thin column with no difficulties.

  Lily would never risk sacrificing his pleasure. Especially not when the exchange held such significance for the man.

  “Are you ready for me?” Her pussy clenched on Jeremy’s cock as she aligned the tip of the dildo with her sub’s asshole. “For us?”

  Jeremy’s fingers flexed where they cradled her across her breasts and at her hip. He guided her with the driving force of his pelvis, closer to her target with every pass. The grasp of her saturated tissue strangling his cock prevented him from hesitating while she completed her approach.

  Ramone impressed Jeremy by taking the time to evaluate the situation before shouting his honest response. Lily earned true devotion, not mindless acceptance. She deserved it. “Yes. Please, Mistress. Show me what I’ve been missing.”

  “Keep breathing,” she encouraged the man as Jeremy drove them both nearer. He watched over Lily’s shoulder as Ramone’s muscles stretched to admit the narrow girth of Lily’s fake cock, which invaded his back passage.

  The utter stillness accompanying the temporary hush of their trio erupted a moment later as an onslaught of undiluted pleasure attacked them all. Lily thrust her hips forward and back, wedging herself in Ramone’s greedy sphincter then covering more of Jeremy’s shaft with the glide of her slick pussy.

  Her escalating whimpers alerted him to her erotic distress. She couldn’t claim both of her desires simultaneously.

  Jeremy would have to assist. He thrust deep then clamped her to his torso. “Shush. I’ve got you. I’ll help.”

  He began to fuck, then ground against her ass to massage new depths inside his naughty little Mistress, bumping her cervix at the pinnacle of each circuit. His forward motion, when fully buried, inserted Lily’s fake appendage into the waiting slave an inch at a time.

  “Talk to me, Ramone.” Lily’s wheeze convinced Jeremy she could hardly issue the command.

  “Oh, fuck. So good. Harder. More.” The man’s head thrashed from side to side. His cock flopped on his trim abdomen in the wake of the kinetic energy they generated. With his hands still holding his knees as instructed, his erection took on a life of its own.

  Until Lily surrounded the distended flesh with her still-slick hand.

  She controlled the motion, limiting it to the range benefiting Ramone’s ecstasy the most. She maximized his pleasure. “Look how you respond to my touch. How eager you are for me. Not at all for another man. Are you strong enough to test that theory?”

  Ramone gulped. He glanced at Jeremy then back to Lily. “Him?”

  She nodded. “Trust me.”

  “I do.”

  “And I trust him. Completely. You can too. Let’s find out together. However you feel is okay, Ramone. I’m here for you.”

  The submissive went slack. All the tension melted from his slight frame. Even on the smaller side of her slaves, he dwarfed Lily. Except she seemed to grow ten feet tall as she manipulated their experience.

  Jeremy’s stride hitched when she rotated her head, angling her face toward him. He stared into her wide, unblinking eyes. So, so blue. “You want me to touch him?”

  “Just for a second. Show him the difference.” She begged, “Please. I’ll pay you back later. However you like.”

  “Have you forgotten I can take whatever I want at any time?”

  “Never.” She batted her midnight lashes. “Please, anyway.”

  “You don’t have to beg for my help, Lily. I’m always here for you. Whatever you need.”

  Jeremy’s hand snaked around her waist and hovered over Ramone’s cock. Their gazes clashed. Lily let go, and Jeremy took hold. The unique feel of another man’s shaft always startled him. Heavier than expected, hard yet soft, radiating warmth while lubrication cooled to the touch—the contrasts boggled his mind. Nuances had faded in the decade between his training and the instant he had to draw on his experience.

  Bold ridges of the hard-on in his grip faded to a solid yet malleable erection within thirty seconds of gentle pumping.

  Though Jeremy continued to ride Lily—because how could he ever stop when she felt so fucking good—Ramone’s cries grew softer and less urgent. The man covered Jeremy’s wrist and shoved lightly. “Sorry. It doesn’t work for me.”

  “Of course not, Ramone.” Lily tipped forward, blanketing the man on the floor. Her ass lifted as a result, spurring Jeremy to sink deeper. “Believe in your instincts. You know what you like. You know who you are and that man is special to me. Wonderful exactly as you are.”

  Somehow, Lily’s tender offering to the other man didn’t provoke Jeremy’s jealousy in the least. In fact, it turned him on more. His woman was generous and loving. Strong and confident. Willing to bring all her fortitude to bear for others.

  She would expect him to do the same for her.

  Jeremy roared as he surged inside her, embedding her toy fully inside Ramone.

  The submissive man grunted. His eyelids slammed shut and twitched as color burst across his cheekbones. “Yes, yes, yes.”

  The sweet indication of his pleasure affected Lily like another shot of Sex Offender. She flared, burning hot, around Jeremy. Her pussy gushed moisture, accompanying the increasing pace of his thrusts with wet slurps.

  “Shit, yeah.” Jeremy grabbed Lily’s hips and began to hammer home.

  “Is it me fucking you, Ramone?” Lily gasped as Jeremy impaled her with a frenzy of short, even thrusts, which shoved the dildo his woman wore deep within her slave’s body. Over and over. “Or is it him?”

  “It’s—” The man cut off, a huge shudder racking his body. “It doesn’t matter. It feels so good to share this with you. I love having you inside me, Mistress. I needed this…you.”

  Jeremy buried his face against the thick hair at Lily’s temple. He whispered, “I need you too. God, how I’ve missed this.”

  Lily turned her face until they could share a long, lingering kiss. She lifted off Ramone far enough to grasp his cock. Her knuckles turned white as she stroked him. A mewl escaped her delicate throat. The pressure on Ramone’s cock had the slave’s eyes flying open. “Mistress, stop. Let go. I’m too close. Going to—”

  Focus returned to the man in her clutches. Instead of releasing him, she shifted her grip to flick the pad of her thumb across the underside of the engorged head capping Ramone’s erection.

  The poor bastard didn’t stand a chance.

  A strangled cry erupted from his chest, which arched off the floor. The cords in his neck became prominent as his head tipped back, his chin rising as he strained closer to the woman who’d ensnared him. Streams of come blasted from the man’s cock hard enough to launch seed over his shoulder. Some landed on his face before the next blast coated his chest with the proof of his enjoyment.

  Lily trembled as she observed her successful treatment.

  “Surrender.” Jeremy didn’t mean to growl. “He’s satisfied. Your turn. You did so well. Dese
rve a reward. Come for me. With me.”

  Several lingering aftershocks formed a puddle of come near Ramone’s belly button. She dipped her finger in it an instant before she exploded. Jeremy sprayed inside her quaking pussy, unable to resist the lure of her climaxing body. Her rapture infected him, making his heart light as he shot jet after jet.

  Moisture trickled over his balls when he tugged her upright. His or hers or both, he couldn’t say. He didn’t care as long as she rested in his arms. The heated leather she wore adhered to his chest as he overflowed her, the spasms accompanied by several lingering twitches of his hips.

  When the storm passed, he struggled to maintain balance in the whirlwind sweeping around them. Holding Lily secure, upright, he stole a kiss. He nudged her head with his chin until she responded, tipping her face toward his.

  Their lips met and mingled, glided over each other, sharing gentle reassurance in the wake of the explosion of passion they’d crafted.

  “So beautiful.” Ramone’s reverent whisper cut through their harsh breathing. “One day, that’s what I want. If I’m lucky.”

  Lily smiled against Jeremy’s mouth, the change in her plump lips inspiring a similar reaction in him. “So lucky.”

  He backed off to study the adoration in her eyes and hoped she could read the same in his. After one last sip of her lips he kissed her shoulder then nodded. “Ready?”

  “Not really, but okay.” She gripped the base of the toy she still wore.

  Jeremy sat on his haunches, dragging Lily backward with him as slowly as he could manage. The long, low groan from Ramone confirmed she’d withdrawn from his depths. Reluctant to do the same, yet aware of the necessity, Jeremy braced Lily’s hips as she climbed to her feet.

  A long strand of moisture connected them, thinning impossibly before breaking. Regret stole a modicum of his enjoyment. He wished he never had to leave her. Thick droplets of his release dribbled from her pussy, down the leather hugging her thighs, as she tended to Ramone. She didn’t wipe them away. Her attention fixated on caring for her submissive above all else.

  Only when she’d satisfied herself Ramone had been cleaned and rested comfortably did she allow Jeremy to do the same for her.

  They shared a deep stare, no words necessary, as he resealed the flap on her outfit.

  For now.

  Jeremy tucked himself into his jeans as Lily brought Ramone out of the sensual trance they’d induced. She spoke to him softly until a chuckle broke the intimate hush.

  “Thank you, Mistress.” The man bit his lip, something Jeremy wouldn’t have expected in the lax aftermath they shared.

  “Ramone, is there anything else you need to tell me?” She squinted at her charge. “If you hold back again, I won’t be so lenient next time.”

  He grimaced.

  “Ramone…” She drummed her bright red nails against her leather-coated forearm.

  “I don’t mean to spoil your fun. Seeing you this morning, so happy, I couldn’t stand to ruin your glow. Now that’s twice as true.” He laid his cheek on her shoulder. “I’m sorry if this upsets you.”

  “What’s wrong?” Lily sat up straighter, managing to maintain her aura of authority while looking thoroughly fucked.

  “Last night, when they delivered our dinner, some of the guys were approached with offers…”

  “Morselli’s staff solicited sex?” Lily’s face flushed.

  “No, worse.” Ramone winced. “Though there were plenty of snide comments. More like a chance to turn the tables. They spread lies about you. Of course none of the guys believed you came here for drugs or that you’d use them to make you a better Mistress. Such bullshit. They said they’d let us try some if we helped them sneak some dude out of the dungeon. A scientist.”

  “Fuck.” Jeremy pounded his fist against his thigh, savoring the pain that radiated through his quadriceps.

  “Mistress, I know you would never do that.” Ramone grabbed her hand when she would have retreated. “We all heard the rumors back at Black Lily. About…”

  “My father.”

  Jeremy steadied her with a hand on her back.

  “Yeah.” The sub looked like he would have spit on the ground had it been a little less opulent. “And Malcolm. Is…is it true?”

  “Yes, Ramone.” She nodded. “Buchanan overdosed on Sex Offender. Intentionally. The coward murdered Malcolm first. They were going to put him away for life.”

  “The fucker, sorry, had been killing that poor guy for years.” Ramone shook his head. “I know you tried to protect him but… Maybe this was kinder. Faster.”

  “I doubt it.”

  Jeremy squeezed her shoulder though he would never dare to hint at the gory images he’d reviewed in the case file pertaining to Malcolm’s brutal torture. The details would destroy her. She already agonized over the submissive’s loss.

  “Did anyone take them up on it?” Jeremy couldn’t suppress his cop instincts, nearly as strong as his dominant tendencies. Hell, maybe they ran parallel in some respects. He’d seen his share of despicable cops, as abusive as rotten Doms.

  “Hell, no.” Ramone scrubbed his hand over his face. “Fuck. At least not yet. We kicked those losers out. I’m not gonna lie, though. A few of the guys looked like they wondered about it. At the club, it was only for the super elite. Buchanan, Malcolm, a handful of the other top dogs. Even from our group, none of us except maybe Cameron could afford it even if we wanted. Here, it seemed like the rules of the game are different. The drug easier to score.”

  Lily winced.

  “Is it bad?” Ramone looked as though he would rise to comfort her.

  “Stay.” She didn’t try to sugarcoat things or keep him in the shadows. Information would arm him against dangerous lies. “Listen carefully. Sex Offender is highly addictive. It will consume you, turn you crazy with desire if you let it.”

  “Then it must be true, it enhances your pleasure?”

  “Yes.” She planted her spike heels and met his stare head-on. “Those assholes weren’t lying. I did use it last night.”

  “What?” Ramone braced one hand behind him as though to keep from tipping over. “Why would you do that?”

  “She did it so I wouldn’t have to take it.” Jeremy glowered. “I’m sure I still owe her about five thousand spankings. Morselli trapped us. Set us against each other. It was her or me. It should have been me.”

  “Of course.” Ramone sighed. “Is this why you moved us from Black Lily?”

  Lily nodded. “Please believe I’ve taken every precaution I can think of to keep you all safe. Insulated. Still, I should have addressed the group. I would never forgive myself if something happened to you because of my decision.”

  “You think we don’t know how many you’ve risked your life for already?” Ramone reached for her hand then stopped short of taking it.

  She closed the gap, allowing him to kiss her knuckles.

  “We adore you. For how many of us you’ve saved from ourselves and all the others we’ve caught rumors of in the darkness. You gave us all the option of leaving with no hard feelings. You offered to help us find another suitable Domme. No one took you up on it because there could never be another Mistress who would satisfy us like you do. No one we’d rather stand behind. How can we help?”

  “By watching out for each other. Stick together and no one can harm you. I’ll have Lucas and Steve tighten security. I’ll bring in our own chef and supplies. They could easily slip some of that shit in the food. Damn it, I should have considered that.”

  “Mistress Lily.” Ramone grew serious, his shoulders rolled back as he cleared his throat. “Use us. If they’re hurting innocent people, we would be proud to stop it.”

  “Absolutely not.” The strands of the flogger at her hip spread into a fan of leather as she pivoted on her wicked heels. “It’s too risky.”

  “Okay. But don’t have them cut off the delivery service. If you do, Mr. Morselli will know you suspect his staff. It all makes sense n
ow. You’re supposed to be helping him, right? He thinks you’ll convince people to try the drug and get rid of the garbage after he hooks them. Is that it? We can dig for information. If that’s all you’ll allow, it’s still something.”

  “He has a point, Lily.” Jeremy reached out, snagging her wrist.

  To her credit, she considered their arguments. “I don’t like this one bit. It’s too enticing. Even talking about it makes part of me crave another taste. It’s a blur of color, passion and pleasure. All those men, surrounding me. The motion of the suspension rig. Your eyes. Always on me. To burn like that every night.”

  Lily shivered.

  “I won’t let you expose yourself to the chemical again.” Jeremy groaned when a spark of the total abandon she’d harnessed entered her eyes. He tugged her close and smothered her in his grasp, blocking out the craving, replacing it with his heat. “Never again, Lily. We don’t need to cheat.”

  “Damn it. Something that potent will tear through communities.” Ramone clasped his hands, weaving his fingers. “My sister died of an overdose. Cocaine. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone else’s family. Please, it’s just talk. I’ll find out more. A location, something. I promise I’ll keep an eye on the others and make sure no one slips up. Leave those two new guys. They have to know the score. Between all of us we can handle this.”

  When she still didn’t respond, heat built in Ramone’s entreaty. “Don’t make the mistake so many others have. Our choice to submit does not mean we’re weak.”

  “I’ve never believed that.” She shook her head at the man at her feet.

  “Prove it, Mistress.”

  “You can’t keep fighting this alone, Lily.” Jeremy murmured into her ear. “This is the break you were hoping for. If we pool our resources we might have a chance to shut it down. Keep it contained.”

  “Fine.” Lily shoved from his chest. “You’re right. Damn it. I don’t fucking like it, but there’s not a lot of choice left. If we don’t cut this off soon it’ll be too late. It’s building, spreading.”