by Dakota Black
Mick signed the last check and leaned back into his chair, closing his eyes. What could he do next to draw her attention? A ride in the country in the Viper? No, she hated the flashy machine as she called his prized possession. Dinner and a movie? Hell no, that was far too pedestrian. More flowers? No, he would bet she tossed the ones he’d sent. Then what? Grinning, he realized exactly what she would like, a ride on his Harley. The thought was too perfect. A rough and rugged ride into the country would be something she would enjoy. Perhaps they'd find a stream somewhere and drink a bottle of wine, have some cheese.
Mick’s eyes flew open. He was only but so romantic. Why the bloody hell could he see doing things like that with her? Because she has your dick wrapped around her little finger, numb nut. Absently, he brushed his fingers down the length of his cock and back up, relishing in the way tingles roared through his body. Nuzzling into the chair, he spread his legs and rubbed his hands up and down his covered shaft, the anguish from the tight confines of his pants driving him almost insane.
Giving a quick glance around the room, he settled in and unzipped his jeans, freeing his throbbing erection. “Mmm… you certainly have a hot, wet mouth on you, little filly.” He could almost feel her lips sucking the tip, drawing him inside her mouth an inch at a time. Visions floating to the surface, he closed his eyes and could see the shimmer of Nicky’s face as she tipped her head, gazing into his eyes. God, he could almost feel her hands wrapped around his cock, stroking and kneading before squeezing his balls. The wondrous feeling of pleasure and near anguish had been thrilling and he wanted more. He hadn’t had a woman take him all the way down in years.
“Sweet, Jesus.” Mick held his dick and began sliding his fingers up and down, imagining her mouth, her tongue, the tips of her fingers running down the length of him. He could hear her little purrs, her strangled growls as she began fucking her mouth with wild abandon. God, the memories and the scintillating visions were sweet. He had longed to come into her mouth but the wafting scent of that honey-laced pot of hers had been too much to take.
The moment his cock slid inside her tight pussy, Mick knew he’d found sweet rapture. As he began to pump his dick with his hand, harder and faster, he moaned, remembering the way her cunt felt wrapped around his shaft as he plunged into her like a wild animal. God, he’d been on fire and wanted nothing more than to drive them both into a heightened state of ecstasy. “Yes. Oh, yes.” Biting back a strangled cry, he raised his hips from the chair pumping into his hand, imagining thrusting into her over and over again. “So good, luv, so damn good.” Tossing his head back and forth, his pulse quickened, the climax hovering just around the corner.
Mick, I want you, I need you. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.
“Yes, baby,” he murmured, yanking his cock until he was left breathless.
Harder. God, take me. Fuck me.
“Yes!” His arms and legs shaking, he could no longer feel his legs as the electric jolts slashed through his body, sending a series of shimmers dancing across his eyes. Unable to breathe, he moaned and wiggled as the climax rose from his swollen balls, racing up his shaft until there was no way he could hold back the eruption. “Fuck! Nicky!” Groaning, he panted as white-hot strings of cum squirted from the slit, trickling down his hand like a delicious blanket. He pumped until his cock stopped throbbing, craving Nicky’s mouth, her wet pussy. Chuckling, he rubbed his eyes and could envision the satisfaction on her face as she drank every last drop of his sweet cream. “Ah, luv.”
The sinful act almost sated him and when he opened his eyes, the blond headed creature standing in his doorway wore an impish grin, his eyes flashing mischief.
“Fuck! Jesus!”
“Boss man, I have to admit, even for a guy, that was an excellent show. Too bad I didn’t have a camera so I could send some racy photos to that woman of yours.” Froggy chuckled.
Mick knew he should be embarrassed but somehow, he wasn’t. Instead, he was titillated. Grabbing tissues out of the desk drawer, he wiped up his cum, then tossed the soaking mess into the trashcan. As he shoved his cock back into his pants, he could tell something was on his head bartender’s mind. “So, why are you here?” Standing slowly, his legs quivered. Nonchalantly he gripped the edge of the desk.
The move not lost on Froggy, the man shook his head. “What are we going to do with you?”
He cleared his throat. “Funny. Why are you here?”
“Transference. That’s what you’re doing.”
“Tell me!” Mick hissed.
“This arrived by courier and the guy is here to take a look at the electric bull, horse… whatever you're calling the damn contraption. Thought you would want to open up the room for him.”
Mick nodded, walked around his desk and grabbed the envelope. “Tell him I’ll be right down.”
Froggy nodded. “By the way, Lucifer has some interesting goodies cooked up for the night of the pony ride. And he’s not tellin’ what.”
“Why does that not surprise me? Why does that also terrify the hell out of me?”
“Because you know our resident wild and surly chef. At least Veronica had a chat with him and he’s been all smiles ever since.” Froggy walked out, grinning like a wicked dog.
Mick closed his eyes, allowing one last long thought about Nicky before heading down the stairs, eyeing the official envelope. “Bloody hell! The little fucker. I’m going to kill him.”
“That’s a look if I ever saw one boss man. Your expression is a cross between the Terminator and some crazed sex fiend.” Candy grinned until she saw the registered letter. “Uh oh, the county guy again?”
“Bastard. Told me he was giving me time.” Ripping open the envelope, he raged when he saw the summons. “The little jerk off is going to have us fined! I swear to fucking God!” He reread the summons and fumed. He had to get off Chesterfield County’s radar. But how? “This may mean we have to shut down the event.”
“Don’t you dare give into that pipsqueak! Give me two days, big man.”
He knew her tone. Candy was smart as a whip and knew way too many people. “Meaning?”
“I know how to deal with this. Trust me.”
“What are your plans?” Mick grinned, as he watched the naughty vixen wrestle into her take over mode.
Taking just the tip of her finger, she traced a line down and back up the side of his cheek. “Froggy told me that the boy toy propositioned you so Veronica and I chatted. Just keep the plans a rockin’. I think I know some people that can keep him off our backs.”
As he watched her sashay toward Veronica, he knew damn good and well they were all in for one hell of an event.
Chapter 4
Veronica fumed all the way back to the house. Standing alone in the kitchen, she held her arms and felt the frustration from the past few days. When Candy had told her about the summons, she almost exploded. Everything was going against her plan. Guilt and fury rode her hard. Would Mick forgive her? Would he ever talk to her again? At this very moment, she realized she’d done nothing but try to push Nicky and Mick together to ease her feelings of shame. But they were good together. They were, weren’t they? Wringing her hands, her heart raced, sending a series of shivers down her spine. “One problem at a time.” Saying the words out loud, she convinced herself that what she was doing was the right thing.
Okay, so how was she going to persuade her guys to get the goods, any unscrupulous dirt on the county guy? The way he’d propositioned Mick meant he was hiding the fact he was hungry for a man. But why? Being gay in today’s society was perfectly acceptable. What else could he be hiding? So many thoughts and angles were floating in the far recesses of her mind. Her men loved to play but there was little time and the issue was with the county, a nesting ground for unscrupulous activities. This was also Mick’s restaurant and reputation as well as his livelihood she was playing with.
Suddenly she remembered the tawdry comment that Jonathan had made long ago. Various men went to gay clubs including th
ose hiding behind a mask, literally. What if? Putting two and two together, she had an idea. Veronica paced and brushed her hands through her hair, unable to think clearly. Stupid girl! You got in over your head. Why did she even mention the bet? Why did she get in the middle? When she’d seen Nicky at the bar that night, the scheme seemed so perfect, and now… Argh! A big ‘what if she lost everyone she cared about’ remained. The ugly thought would have to wait. Getting Nicky back on track was her first deed. If anyone could dig up dirt on the county guy, Travis and Jonathan would be the men to handle the deed. Veronica had a single job to do. Concentrate on helping Nicky. Calming her ragged breathing, she tried to put her friend’s behavior and insinuations into perspective.
How was she going to find out what Nicky had discovered? Should she just go up to Mick and ask, no demand he tell her what he was hiding? Oh yeah, that would work. Judging by the look on Mick’s face, he had no idea what Nicky knew and was keeping a secret. And he’d want to know why her digging was so damn important. Then she’d have to tell him that Susie… Snarling, she grabbed the wine bottle and three glasses. There was something about the event that was going to be cathartic like the stars had finally aligned and no one was going to fucking interfere.
“What can I do?” Veronica whispered under her breath. Okay, so they were going to have an exciting bit of entertainment and she’d already spilled the beans that Nicky or Mick would be the prize of the evening. Hmm… What else could she cook up, not only in a short time but that would be something dazzling?
Suddenly, an idea dawned on her. “That’s perfect and they’ll never suspect a thing if I do it right.” Her plan was still a gamble but if it worked, no one would have to know what she’d done. Giggling like a schoolgirl, she sauntered back into the living room. A bet was a bet and she started the semi-ruse so she had to see the entire event all the way through—even if it killed her. Then again, if they found out there would be hell to pay. No pain, no gain, right?
“Okay, where did you go?” How her boys loved playing games. Opening the bottle of wine, she poured the three glasses slowly and listened for any sounds. Veronica took a huge sip and suddenly Jonathan was behind her. A single whimper escaped as strong hands wrapped around her waist. She shivered from anticipation.
“You’ve been a very bad girl and you’re going to get what you deserve. We have an interesting present for you. Something I’ve craved for a long time. Are you ready, little Miss Sunshine?” Jonathan’s voice was husky, the low timbre laced with a touch of the dramatic.
Gulping, she could tell by his voice he was in his dominating mode. “I don’t know.”
“Set your wine down.”
She hesitated.
Crack!
“Oh!” The feel of the hard paddle landing against her backside grabbed her attention. Setting her glass down quickly, she knew they meant business tonight. “Yes, sir.”
“That’s more like it. Do not move unless I tell you to.”
Her mouth quivering, Veronica gasped as she heard the scissors first and then felt a tug as he began cutting away at her skirt. “But…”
Crack! Pop!
“Ah!” The pain blinding, she realized he wasn’t fooling around. Closing her eyes, she remained quiet, yet her legs quivered. This was an entirely new game.
“You have no idea what you’ve done,” he said as he continued to snip. “Playing games. Travis tells me you’re hiding something. You know there are no secrets between us.”
Veronica gulped.
“Ah, I can see I’ve caught your attention. So, he’s right. You'll tell me.” As he continued cutting, he leaned over her and licked a long line down from her earlobe to the edge of her shoulder. “You forget that we own you, period. You do what we say and you won’t keep secrets from either one of us.” Jonathan continued cutting up from the base of her skirt and just as he neared her flimsy waistband, he stopped. “Is that understood?”
“I… um…”
“You’ll be punished severely.” With one quick snap of his wrist, he jerked the remainder of the skirt off and pitched the tattered piece behind her, dumping the unwanted material onto the floor.
“Oh. Ooh.” Struggling not to say anything, Veronica blinked furiously. They’d never played this kind of game before. Had she crossed the line? Had they found out?
“Tonight, I’m your Master, not Travis. Do you understand?” Tossing the scissors to the floor, Jonathan brushed his hands across the backs of her thighs, inching up toward the crease of her buttocks slowly. “Do you?”
Swallowing hard, she moaned as her pulse raced, desire building within her body. “Yes.”
Swat! Using his bare hand, he struck her fiercely. “Yes?”
“Yes, sir!” Her pussy juice trickled into her panties, sending a wafting of her feminine scent floating across her nose. Veronica closed her eyes seconds before he wrapped his fingers around the edge of her thong. With a snap of his wrist he yanked the lace from her hips. Biting her lip, she fought the scream bubbling in her throat. While they’d been engaging in S & M almost the entire time they’d been together and she trusted them both completely, Jonathan was rarely this aggressive. Excitement surged through her as she thought about the possibilities.
“Yes, so beautiful but so naughty,” he hissed as he rubbed first one cheek then the other with the palm of his hand. “Either you remove your shirt or I will the hard way.”
Scrambling quickly, Veronica yanked the flimsy cotton off her body, fumbling to get the lightweight tight cotton over her shoulders. Standing naked, she could feel Jonathan’s hot breath pulsing across the back of her neck. As he darted a series of kisses from one shoulder to the other, she trembled, her heart racing.
Jonathan drew back her hair, running his fingers through the long strands as he licked down the length of her neck and down between her shoulder blades. Moving back up slowly, he pressed his groin into her ass, grinding his hips back and forth across her ass as he chuckled. “I can’t wait to tie you up and flog your sweet pussy, just the way you deserve.”
Gasping softly, Veronica froze. This was something new entirely. His hand crept around her waist, inching up until he cupped her breast, kneading roughly. This side of Jonathan she had only seen glimpses of. Dark and dangerous, for a moment she felt a real trickle of fear sliding down her spine. She knew he wanted both she and Travis to succumb completely to him and not just during playtime. While she hungered for the lifestyle, she was afraid of what her friends would think and had only recently considered submitting seriously.
“You enjoy pain?” He squeezed her breast until she gasped. Edging back slightly, he pinched her nipple between his fingers, twisting the tender flesh.
“Yes,” Veronica whispered.
“Yes?” he snapped and twisted forcefully.
“Yes, Master.” Searing pain raced through her, catching her breath. Blinking furiously, her legs threatened to give out.
The paddle still in his hand, he planted a series of hard cracks against first one cheek then the other.
Pop! Slap! Crack!
“Shit!” Whimpering, a veil of stars flashed across her field of vision.
Jonathan rubbed the edge of the paddle between her legs. “Yes, first I taste you, then I fuck you and then I spank your sweet little cunt.” Switching hands, he caressed her breast first before taking her nipple between his fingers, pinching and pulling.
Swat! Crack!
Tipping her head back and moaning, Veronica felt her pussy muscles constrict, forcing her heart into her chest. Every part of her body swooned at the incredible intensity of his actions. Never had he used this level of commanding prowess on her before. Wiggling back and forth, the delicious combination of raging ecstasy and biting anguish was almost too much to bear. “Oh!”
“You will not come.” Spanking her over and over again, he used the power of his muscular arm to swat her harder until she tumbled forward. “Whoa girl,” he murmured as he caught her just before she fell. Dropping
the paddle with a thud, Jonathan kneaded both breasts as her hands moved back to cradle his thighs. “Now the real fun begins.”
Veronica heard rustling beside them and turned slowly to see Travis. Completely naked and hard as a rock, he strutted into the room carrying two items and both of them forced her eyes to open wide. “Fuck!” The quick twist of her nipples to the point of excruciating pain brought tears to her eyes, reminding her of her faux pas.
Jonathan growled and jerked her back into his body. “One more time and we won’t allow you any relief tonight. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. Please approach,” Jonathan said as he motioned to Travis.
Travis moved forward slowly, his eyes full of heated lust. “Yes, you were right. She’s in need of being trained.”
Biting her lip, Veronica could tell he was serious.
“Yes, she is. Soon, we'll begin your real training but tonight you’ll experience a mere morsel of what you crave, complete domination. One question and I want an honest answer. Are you ready to succumb to me as your Master?” Jonathan whispered.
She knew what he was asking of her and while tonight was more about playtime, she could tell by the look in his eyes he was serious. Was she ready? Darting glances at both men, she knew the answer in her heart. This was the life she wanted to live. Nodding, Veronica heard the thumping of her heart echo into her ears.
“Good. Tie her,” Jonathan commanded.
Travis nodded and closed the distance, holding out a set of nipple clamps.
Breathing in deeply, Veronica fought a series of whimpers that bubbled to the surface.
Jonathan slid his arms behind hers and jerked her back, jutting her breasts forward. “Pleasure and pain. As we begin yet another chapter in our life together, you’ll learn to enjoy both, crave both. I’ll know your needs better than you will.”
Travis moved slowly as he licked his lips and lowered his head to slather his tongue around first one nipple and then the other. “Tasty.”