Dominant Force [Clandestine Affairs 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Zara Chase

  She bit her lip, as though trying to hold in a giggle. “I don’t believe you.”

  “Well, I do want to play with you, very much, as it happens. Why should Hunter have all the fun? But you have to want it, too.”

  “I do.” She drilled him with an intent look. “What Hunter did to me was awesome, and I want more of the same. I really want to play. Sir.”

  “Okay, darlin’, let’s take this upstairs.” He took her hand and helped her up. “We’re gonna take a bath together, and if you’re a real naughty girl, I’ll scrub your back for you.”

  “Only my back?”

  Lewis growled, kicked open the door to her room, and pulled her straight into his arms. Her lovely tits crashed against his chest as he lowered his head and kissed her long and deep. His tongue cut a path through her sweet mouth while his hands closed over her butt, pulling her against his erection. She leapt from the ground and wrapped her legs around his waist. Shit, she was killing him! And she had no business taking matters into her own hands. He broke the kiss and slapped her backside hard.

  “Go stand over there and take your clothes off,” he said curtly.

  She did as she was told without arguing, reinforcing Lewis’s original opinion of her as a natural sub. He searched through the bag of clothes he’d packed for her in her apartment, and found what he was looking for. He threw the garment at her.

  “Put this on.”

  “It’s too tight, Sir.”

  “I know. I figured it would be, which is why I packed it, just in case a situation arose. Now, never question anything either of us tells you to do. Just do it. Understood.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  He watched her as she struggled into a shocking pink Lycra mini dress that just about covered her ass, and flattened her tits against her torso. Her pebbled nipples showed clear through the fabric, crying out to be sucked and bitten. She looked like a highly fuckable slut. She looked adorable. Lewis stepped out of his shorts and tank top and threw them aside. Anais looked at him, and gasped when she saw the state of his arousal.

  “Get down on your hands and knees, and come on over here.”

  She crawled over to him, her lovely ass poking in the air as she covered the distance that separated them. When she reached him she sat back on her haunches, and he slipped the tip of his cock into her mouth.

  “Just use your mouth, babe. You need to make me harder than this if I’m to be any good to you.”

  Her eyes widened, like she didn’t believe he could get any harder. Lewis suppressed a chuckle. She had a lot to learn. His chuckling turned to an agonized groan when she sucked him all the way into her mouth, her lips firm and arousing as she licked him thoroughly from tip to balls. Her tongue worked the sensitive underside of his cock, with immediate results. He felt himself swelling inside her mouth.

  “That’s it, darlin’.” He thrust deep, until he hit the back of her throat. “Carry on doing that and you’ll soon have my cock buried deep inside your sweet cunt.” She groaned around his erection, and sucked a little harder, her cheeks hollowing out with the effort she put into it. “You really like sucking cock, don’t you, sugar?” He flexed his hips, helping her along with her task. “Hmm, I could get used to this.”

  But he also didn’t want to come in her mouth. Not this time, at any rate. He pulled out, and grinned down at her. “Stand up and spread your legs.”

  She did as he asked, her eyes now glittering with a combination of curiosity and desire. She sure did make a pretty picture in that tarty dress, legs wide, honey trickling down her inner thighs. He ducked his head between her legs, closed his lips over her clit, and sucked. Hard. Anais screamed and he sensed her throwing her head around as she absorbed the pleasure. He placed one hand on her backside and slid a finger between the cheeks. She tensed up, but Lewis didn’t allow that to deter him. Sucking harder on her clit, and sliding a couple of fingers into her sopping cunt, he circled her anus with one finger of his other hand, sensing her relax. She was bucking her hips now, totally abandoned, forcing herself deeper into his mouth. Lewis couldn’t decide whether to let her come like this, or to keep her on edge.

  Making her wait won out and he abruptly abandoned what he was doing.

  “Bath time,” he said, chuckling at her aggrieved expression. “You have got to learn to hold back, darlin’. It’s way more rewarding if you do.”

  “I’ll take my dress off.”

  “No one told you to,” he said, slapping her hands away from the hem when she went to pull it over her head. “Didn’t Hunter make it plain that you never think for yourself when we’re fucking you?”

  “Yes, but—”

  “Come on.”

  Lewis led her into the bathroom and turned on the faucets. He added a liberal amount of oil to the water, watching it foam up as he tested the temperature. When he was satisfied, he climbed into the tub and held out a hand to help her in along with him. He sat with his back to the enamel, legs splayed, and indicated to her that she should sit between them with her back to his chest. The Lycra dress clung to her damp body like a second skin, and Lewis wasted no time exploiting the situation he had created. He grabbed a sponge, soaped it and brought it around her front so he could rub it hard against her sensitized nipples. She cried out, squirming against his arousal.

  “You like that, darlin’?”

  “Yes, Master. It’s very…err, stimulating.”

  “Hmm, you sure do look pretty in that dress. Lean forward on your hands and knees and let me at that butt.”

  Oh sweet lord, what had he set in motion, Lewis wondered. The sight of her naked pussy and cute butt just asking to be fucked was severely messing with his self-control. The Lycra had ridden right up to the top of her thighs, making her more tempting than if she’d been wearing nothing at all. Lewis grabbed a loofa and rubbed it briskly between her legs, sawing it across the lips of her pussy until she clenched around it and cried out.

  “Oh no you don’t!” Lewis threw the loofa aside and tapped her butt hard. “You don’t get to come until I say you can.”

  She moaned, and threw her head around, damp hair hanging all over her face, concealing it from his view. He didn’t need to see her expression to know she was severely frustrated, just the way he wanted her to be. He reached for a long-handled back brush, turned it around and slipped the handle straight into her cunt. She clearly hadn’t expected it, and gasped.

  “Don’t move,” he said curtly, getting to his knees behind her and sliding his cock up and down the crack in her butt as he continued to work the brush handle in and out of her. “If you wanna play with Hunter and me, you’re gonna have to let us fuck your ass sooner or later, darlin’, and trust me, it will drive you wild.”

  Her body was trembling, and a series of increasingly frantic little moans slipped past her lips. Lewis reached over the edge of the bath to where he’d dumped his shorts, delved into the pocket and extracted a bandana he’d had the foresight to bring with him.

  “I need to see you in that slutty dress and gagged,” he said. “Open your mouth for me, darlin’.”

  She did so and he tied the bandana securely in place.

  “Take a look in the mirror,” he ordered. “See how hot you look.”

  She glanced sideways, tossed her hair out of her eyes, and he thought he heard another gasp get past her gag.

  “Yeah, that’s you, honey. It’s the wild you who’s been kept under lock and key all these years. Hunter and I will enjoy letting you out.” He reached for his shorts again, found a foil packet and quickly suited up. “Okay, darlin’, keep watching.”

  He removed the brush from her cunt and slapped her butt with the back of it several times. She gamely held her position, and he could see she was enjoying herself. One hand reached for a pert breast and tweaked the nipple hard through the wet fabric of her dress. She circled her head and barely audible sounds again got past the gag.

  “We are gonna have so much fun with you, sugar. Just wait until you se
e our playroom downstairs.”

  Lewis grabbed her hips and pulled her down onto his cock. He slid straight into her without bothering to part her folds and go gently. He didn’t want gentle. Nor, it seemed, did she. He held her on top of him and worked her from beneath, driven crazy by the sight of her gagged, wearing a wet Lycra dress. Hunter should be here to enjoy the show.

  “Don’t move, darlin’. Keep completely still and let me work that sweet cunt of yours.”

  She nodded and Lewis drove into her hard, filling her completely. She was so goddamned tight it was near killing him. He pushed a button on the side of the bath that made the water churn, just the way he was churning inside. He sensed her clenching his cock with the muscles in her vagina and knew she couldn’t contain her orgasm for much longer.

  “Don’t you dare come,” he whispered, gouging harshly at one of her nipples, ensuring that she disobeyed him.

  Her body spasmed wildly and Lewis fucked her as hard and deep as he could, determined she would never forget their first time together. Her orgasm went on for what seemed like forever. He could see the wildness in her eyes when he glanced in the mirror, and knew she was having trouble believing what was happening to her. Her pleasure communicated itself to Lewis, and he had a hard job holding back—hard being the operative word. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so big, so rock solid, so ready to detonate like an incendiary device.

  He fell back on the discipline that had made him such an effective Dom and let her ride out her orgasm before he really started to move inside her again.

  “That’s it, sweetheart.” He pushed the wet hair away from her neck and bit at it. “Now we’re gonna do that again, but this time I’m coming with you. Are you ready for the ride of your life?”

  She nodded. Lewis grabbed her hips and forced her down onto his throbbing cock, ramming it into her like a man on a mission. He felt something other than the raging lust that normally gripped him in such situations. He felt a deep oneness for the gorgeous creature riding his throbbing dick and didn’t think he’d ever get enough of her. This was different than all the occasions that had preceded it—Anais was special and he couldn’t imagine walking away from her when this assignment was over. That had never happened to him before. There was just something about her that set her apart, and Lewis wanted to make her understand that in the only way he knew how.

  He felt the familiar constriction in his groin as his balls pulled tight and he again reached for Anais’s tits. The white-hot explosion building inside of him couldn’t remain internalized, especially when her moans managed to escape the gag, further firing his lust. Tugging at her nipples, the flickering heat turning into a raging inferno. He bit down hard on her shoulder and let rip.

  “Here it comes, darlin’. We’re fucking hard. Come with me, sweetheart. I want to feel you come for me again.”

  She gurgled behind the gag and, helpless against the raging force of his need, they fell over the edge of the cliff at the exact same moment.

  “Shit, baby, you are something else.” Lewis gasped as his sperm showered into the condom and Anais continued to thrash about on top of him like a woman with a point to prove to herself.

  Chapter Seven

  Hunter chuckled to himself as he drove off to meet with Mike Pearson. He had told Hunter on the phone that he was happy to talk to him, but was on duty at noon so Hunter needed to make him his first interview. But that wasn’t what amused him. In fact, Hunter barely spared Pearson a thought. He’d size the man up once they were face to face and get the measure of him then. He would know in a heartbeat if he was being honest, or holding something back regarding Gary Harrison.

  His laughter was directed at Lewis, and his expression when Hunter left him alone with Anais. He didn’t need to be psychic to figure out what they would be doing right about now. Having satisfied himself that Anais had no regrets, that in fact she was eager to carry on with what they’d started the night before, he was happy to leave the field free for his buddy. Anais needed to be indoctrinated carefully into their lifestyle, and if Hunter had hung around to watch he wasn’t sure he would have been able to keep away from the action. No, better to let Lewis have some fun, and they’d take it from there later. The things Hunter had planned once he got her into their playroom kept his blood pumping. He’d never indoctrinated a sub before. All the women they usually played with knew the score. Finding one who didn’t, but who was so eager to learn, was a real turn-on.

  Hunter’s chuckles turned to groans as memories of being inside Anais caused his cock to harden and press painfully against the denim of his jeans.

  “Jeez, get a grip,” he said aloud.

  If he turned up to interview a serving soldier with a hard-on, Pearson would probably take it personally and throw a punch at him. With this sobering thought in mind, Hunter’s tumescence subsided just as he found the address he was looking for in a small residential street in downtown Tampa. He pulled into the driveway behind a spit-shiny SUV. The small property had definitely seen better days, and wore its air of neglect like a comfort blanket. An ancient tress gave the front of the house shade, Spanish moss trailing like mist from its branches. The yard was neatly kept and an effort had clearly been made to make the best of this down-market rental, its precise neatness telling Hunter a lot about the man he was about to meet.

  Hunter stepped onto a wooden deck that creaked beneath his weight and found himself shaded by a porch. The front door opened before he could ring the bell. Pearson was trim, probably about forty, with thinning buzz-cut hair and probing eyes that took their time assessing Hunter. Hunter nodded as he returned the favor.

  “I’m Hunter Griffin,” he said, sticking out a hand. “Thanks for agreeing to see me at such short notice.”

  “I thought you were still serving,” he said, his eyes lingering on Hunter’s ponytail as he shook hands with him. “I guess not.”

  “No, I got out a few years back.”

  “Very wise.”

  “Yeah, all the fun had gone out of it but you don’t need me to tell you that once a soldier…”

  “I hear you. It kinda gets into your blood.” Pearson chuckled as he pulled the door open wider and ushered Hunter inside. “I figured you were another of those investigators, coming to ask the same damned fool questions I’ve already answered a dozen times.”

  “No, like I told you on the phone. I work for Mrs. Harrison. She’s keen to know what happened to her husband.”

  Pearson shrugged. “She and half the army, seems like, but I don’t think there’s much I can tell you that you probably don’t already know.”

  “Nor can the military.” Hunter had already picked up on Pearson’s disillusionment and ran with it, hoping to get Pearson on his side. “She’s being stonewalled by them.”

  “Doesn’t surprise me. That’s what they do best, even when there’s no reason to keep quiet.”

  “Amen to that.”

  Pearson led Hunter into a spotlessly clean, impersonal lounge, the furniture almost certainly part of the rental, no feminine touches in sight. Pearson clearly lived alone. It was so sterile that Hunter briefly wondered if Pearson actually spent any time in the place. It wasn’t that there wasn’t a cup or newspaper out of place. There were no cups, papers or any signs of normal life in evidence, taking military precision—some might say anal retentiveness—to the extreme.

  “Take a load off.” Pearson gestured to a chair. “Can I get you anything?”

  Hunter shook his head. “I know you have to report for duty, so I won’t keep you long. Just a few questions.”

  “Shoot.” Pearson took the chair opposite Hunter’s. “Mrs. Harrison is a nice lady. I met her a couple of times at the base, and it must be hard for her not knowing. I’m happy to tell you what I know, but it’s precious little.”

  “Okay, I gather you were one of four instructors conducting a two day survival course in the ’Glades.”

  “Right. Harrison was the sergeant in charge.”


  “So, when he ignored standing orders and decided to do spot-checks on the trainees alone, none of you could argue that decision?”

  “Right again. When he went missing and the shit hit the fan, we all got put on report for doing what he ordered us to, which was ignoring standing orders and letting him do what the fuck he liked. If we hadn’t, Harrison would have found a reason to put us on report.” Pearson shook his head. “Can you believe that?”

  Hunter could. “Tell me about Harrison. What was he like?”

  “Damned good at survival, that I can tell you, and he knew it. An excellent shot, an instinctive stalker, and tough as nails.”

  “But you didn’t like him?”

  Pearson’s head shot up. “That obvious, is it?”

  “Pretty much.”

  “If you want the truth, you won’t find anyone in the training sector who had a good word to say for him. ‘Arrogant son of a bitch’ doesn’t begin to cover it. He hated being taken off active service—”

  “Do you know why he was?”

  “No, but he had a short fuse. He got into confrontations with several other soldiers just because they pissed him off.”

  “Were the incidents reported?”

  Pearson shook his head. “That I couldn’t say. All I do know is, he hated working with us. He thought it was beneath him, and took it out on the trainees. He gave them hell, especially if they showed the slightest signs of weakness.” He spread his hands. “Shit, you know how it is, anyone who makes it through to selection for SOCOM has to be pretty tough, but we all have personal hang ups. Even the hardest guys can fall to pieces at the sight of a snake, heights, enclosed spaces or whatever, but Harrison wouldn’t cut any of them any slack at all.”

  “He was a bully?”

  “You better believe it. If you had a fear of snakes, you’d be advised to keep it to yourself because if Harrison got wind of it, you can imagine what happened. Trust me, you won’t find anyone at the base who has a good word to say for him.”