Lieutenant

by Lesli Richardson

  He teases me by pausing over the pressure point in my foot that feels like agony and simultaneously makes me totally wet when he hits it. His fingers move on without torturing me tonight.

  “Probably a lot,” he adds. “Assume she’s lied to him about everything, because it’s sort of what they do. Right now, if I forced Owen to make a choice, I am not totally certain he’d choose us over her. He’s still too afraid. I need to get him so enraged that it outweighs his fear and he can’t help but turn his back on her for good and choose us over her.” He meets my gaze. “Then, he’s ours for life.”

  I swallow hard, nervous, but determined to see this through. “Daddy’s going to want to hire a hit man for you when he finds out.”

  Carter smiles. “Then I suppose we’d better take out a life insurance policy on me, shouldn’t we, pet?”

  “How can you even joke like that?”

  His smile fades. “I’m not afraid of death, sweetheart. I’ve seen it, dealt it. My only fear is long, slow suffering I have to endure. Death? That’s easy. Surviving is difficult. Surviving is the hardest thing I’ve ever done.”

  “What if he tries to ruin your life?”

  He shrugs. “Then I guess you’ll be supporting me and Owen. If your father’s a smart man, he’ll back off. Your trust is safe, your car and house are owned by the trust. After we graduate law school, we’ll put a postnup in place, if you want. But either you trust me, or you don’t. If you don’t trust me, say so now. I’m not getting divorced.”

  “What about Owen?”

  “What about him?”

  “Is he going to hate us after he finds out?”

  “I doubt it. Another reason we need to get him so pissed off at his mother that he’s done with her for good. The path of least resistance. Once I know he’s moving in the direction we want him to, we’ll step up his immersion. I’ll be sending him home alone with you for more intensive training. If you follow my plan and do what I tell you to do the way I tell you to do it, he’ll do what makes him feel the best—feel the safest—and that’s choose us.”

  “It feels…” I can’t finish the statement.

  He arches an eyebrow at me. “Suse, if you’re squeamish over this, honey, you have no business wanting to get into politics, and you damn well know it. This doesn’t even rise to the level of the mildest ratfuck.”

  “I know.” I struggle to put it into words. “I don’t want to destroy his trust. He’s been through so much.”

  “We have to break him down to build him up.” He focuses on my feet again. “Only this time, we break him down with love, to remove all the bullshit from his soul, and we rebuild him strong enough to withstand anything. Rebuild him in healthy ways. If you break your leg and it heals crooked, they have to re-break it so it can heal properly.”

  So far, everything Carter’s done has worked. I don’t have any reason to doubt him. “You’ll never make him leave, right?”

  He sets my feet aside and climbs on top of me, staring down at me. “I love him. And I love you. If you trust me, this will work.”

  “How do I know you haven’t been working on me like this?”

  That smirk. It wets my panties—when I’m allowed to wear them—and frustrates me, all at the same time. “So what if I have? You said you wanted me. Well, you’ve got me. You only have to take me on my terms, and you’ve already agreed to them. Again, if you’re backing out, tell me now.”

  I reach up and pull him down for a kiss. Something about this man absolutely drives me insane, in both good and bad ways. “I’m not backing out, but if I catch you cheating on us, I’ll cut your dick off.”

  He smiles. “I’m rather attached to it.”

  “Say it,” I whisper. “Please?”

  His smile fades. He knows what I want to hear. He leans in to nuzzle his nose against mine. “I promise, Suse, I will never cheat on you and Owen. This is just the three of us. For life. If you trust me, I will take care of you, and we will move mountains to get you elected to whatever office you want to run for. But we do this as three, and we get Owen elected first. I’ll always be yours, the way you’ll always be mine. All I’m asking is for you to love Owen, too, always put him first in our lives, and stay faithful to us. I don’t want to break you. I want to build you up. I want to see both of you succeed.”

  He presses his lips to mine in a slow, tender kiss that lights fires within me.

  “You’re such a bastard, Carter,” I whisper against his mouth.

  He lifts his head and smiles. “Admit it—it makes you wet.”

  “Yeah, it does.” I reach down and palm him through the front of his shorts. “I want to suck his cock while you fuck him the first time.”

  His smile widens. “Oooh. My scheming little pet. Look at you go. That’s hot. I’ll turn you into a sexual sadist yet.” He nibbles down my jawline, to my neck, making me shiver. “All the dirty, nasty things we’re going to do to you. Make some of those raunchy books on your Kindle look downright vanilla.”

  My hand cups his erection. He’s hard and rocks against my hand. “You’ve corrupted me.”

  He chuckles, sounding gravelly and rough and sexy. “You were corrupted long before we met, sweetheart. Don’t bullshit me.” He looks at me again. “That’s the real reason you dumped Kendall, isn’t it? He was too vanilla for you. Those other excuses were just that.”

  Fuck. It’s like the bastard can read my mind sometimes. “There’s a fine line between dominant and domineering, and he was too far in the vanilla end of domineering for my tastes. Among with the other issues he had.”

  Wasn’t like I could admit that to them the first day we met, though.

  “I knew it.” He nips my earlobe, and now it’s me arching against his thigh, which has conveniently ended up between my legs. I start grinding against him and he shoves it hard against me.

  “I jerk him off in the shower every morning,” he whispers in my ear. “Sometimes, I jerk off, too. When I put you on your knees and fuck that sweet mouth of yours, I’m usually thinking about the day I finally get to fuck him.”

  I whimper as I hook one leg around his and really start humping his thigh.

  He’s far from done. “I sometimes think about him fucking your pussy while I fuck your throat. I also think about both of us fucking you. Let you ride Owen in your pussy while I fuck that tight ass of yours at the same time.” Another nip. “Bet you’d love that, wouldn’t you?”

  “Please, Sir!”

  “Please what, my dirty little pet? Ask me for what you want.”

  “I want…that, Sir. To suck you while he fucks me. And both of you to fuck me.” The thought of both their cocks inside me at the same time is beyond erotic.

  It’s a fantasy come true, and soooo damn close, nearly within my grasp.

  His breath feels warm in my ear. “I love choking you on my cock. I love knowing I can turn you into a needy little slut, and you can’t stop yourself. I love watching you drool, and making your eyes water. I can’t wait until we tell your father I’m banging you every night, and that you belong to me.”

  A shudder washes through me as I nearly come right there. Before I even realize what he’s doing, Carter flips me over and shoves my thighs apart. I’m only wearing a T-shirt, one of his, and he doesn’t even take off his shorts. He just pushes his waistband down, and then he’s inside me, fucking me while pinning my arms to the couch.

  I come almost immediately.

  “Oooh, there’s a naughty pet who just earned a spanking,” he gleefully says. “You didn’t ask Sir’s permission to come. Fuck, I love spanking you.”

  Of course he does. He loves it as much as I love being spanked by him.

  There is nothing sexier than being taken like this by Him, rough and hard and beyond my control. Because every other aspect of Carter is exacting control, from how he talks to what he does. I can make him lose control, and he can take control of me.

  Because I trust him.

  I know all I have to do is
say his full name and he’ll stop, but to be honest?

  Even when he’s doing stuff to me that I don’t necessarily like, I don’t want him to stop.

  How fucked up is that?

  Sometimes, I even enjoy it more when I don’t like it, because I know he likes it.

  He slows the pace of his fucking and lets go of my left wrist just to grab my hair and yank my head back.

  “I can’t wait until we finally tell Owen and claim him so I can finally bite that gorgeous ass of yours and put marks on you.” He grinds another one out of me, making him laugh. “That’s two rounds of spankings you owe me, sweetheart. I felt you come. You like the thought of me sending you to class with a huge hickey on your neck, don’t you, hmm? Proof someone’s fucking your ass? Should meet you after your first class tomorrow morning and fuck you in the stairwell and make you walk around all day with my cum dripping out of you.”

  Oooooh, fuuuuuck.

  I know he feels me come that time, too, and he laughs again. “Oh, my sweet, utterly fucked pet. You’re such a willing slut for me. Think of how happy you’re going to be with two cocks to fuck you on demand.”

  He flips me over again and climbs up me, pinning my arms under him, and he grabs my head.

  My mouth is already open, because I play by the rules. There’s that delicious, nearly crazed look in his eyes when he pushes in and starts fucking my mouth. I taste myself, briefly think for a moment that Owen’s going to taste his cock exactly like this, too, and then I’m lost as I watch him pumping over me. He gags and chokes me, forces me to take him all the way to the root.

  I fucking love it.

  He treats me like an eager little slut and makes me take it all. And when he finally groans and pumps me full of Him, I swallow and feel just a little bit triumphant that he’s using me when he could have already had Owen all to himself by now.

  He came for me.

  He finally pulls out and stretches his body on top of mine, kissing me deeply as I wrap my arms and legs around him.

  He sighs. “I guess I can be nice and just give you one really long and hard spanking.”

  I laugh. “You going soft on me, Sir?”

  He arches an eyebrow. “That’s spoken like someone who doesn’t want to be able to sit for her first class tomorrow morning.”

  “Sir’s choice.”

  After a moment, he smiles. “You’re learning fast, pet.” He kisses me again.

  “I try, Sir.”

  For Him?

  I’d probably try damn near anything.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Of course Carter has a plan for Las Vegas. We fly in on Friday evening. The first goal for that night is to help Owen through dinner with his family, and talking with his dad, Gerard, which we do.

  I’m in agony watching our sweet boy trying to process what his dad tells him, the truths his mom outright lied to him about for his entire life.

  I’m enraged nearly beyond reason while I listen and force myself to remain calm, the concerned, loving friend, and not the woman who wants to fly into a murder-rage on her sweet boy’s behalf.

  When Carter takes Owen and Gerard outside to talk, he deftly plucks Owen’s phone from his back pocket and hands it off to me. Probably to keep Owen from going off on his mom right then.

  Carter has a plan for that, too.

  First, our focus is Owen.

  As I watch the three of them outside, as Owen crumples to the ground with Carter and his dad hugging him…

  Owen is truly broken right now, and it fucking kills me.

  But…

  Carter is right.

  The bastard extraordinaire is absolutely right.

  I get it. Why Carter handled things the way he did with Owen.

  He’d asked me to trust him, and now I can see it, right here. The fact that Carter exchanged knowing glances with me over Owen, who sat crying between us on his dad’s couch a few minutes earlier, told me See, I told you so.

  This is hopefully the last dark valley Carter will subject Owen to before we can truly begin the rebuilding process. Breaking him down, lovingly, to finally allow him to cut the cord with his mother without a look back. Like having to open up a wound that’s refused to heal properly. It hurts, and it sucks, but it’s the only way to finally clean out the infection for good.

  Owen’s mother infected everything in his life, up until the point we met him.

  We’re going to erase every trace of her from his soul and love him so hard he can’t remember the bad kinds of pain.

  If it was up to me, I’d call the cunt myself and tell her to fuck herself right off the tallest building in Orlando.

  I know it’s not up to me, though. It’s up to Carter.

  Carter warned me this weekend would have some fun times, but that tonight would be dark, and ugly, and every ounce of energy we had needed to be focused solely on Owen and easing him through it as best we could while not letting him gloss over any of his mother’s actions, or try to explain them away, or rationalize them.

  This is Owen’s rock-bottom. I know next week Carter tentatively plans to let Owen come home with me—just me—every day after classes, and step up our personal play and sexual contact. To start rebuilding him wrapped around us at his core.

  I hope it works. I truly do. I can’t stand seeing Owen hurting like this. All I want to do is take him back to the hotel and gently make love to him. Not the animalistic play and fucking Carter and I frequently do, but sweet and tender and uncomplicated by any requirements on Owen to do anything but enjoy it.

  After hearing Gerard tell us what it was like being married to Elandra, I reeeeeally hope I get a chance to meet the cunt in person, one day.

  I’m sure it’s not a coincidence that, as Gerard recounts the divorce and what she was like, he wears a nearly identically haunted expression that I’ve seen Owen wear ever since we met him. It’s even spookier because Owen inherited his father’s beautiful green eyes.

  Part of me wonders if that contributed to why Elandra decided to torture her beautiful boy.

  That makes me hate her even more.

  * * * *

  When Owen awakens Saturday morning sandwiched between us in our king-sized hotel bed, Carter wastes no time distracting our sweet boy from his emotional distress.

  Operant conditioning.

  Owen has a choice to wallow in his emotional pain, or let Carter and me basically make love to him. There’s no fucking, but after the two of us get him off with our hands, Carter makes Owen eat me out for the first time.

  Instead of remembering how badly he hurt last night, Owen will forever think about this weekend as reconnecting with his father, and being allowed this new first with me.

  Bless his heart, he’s not very good at it yet, but I don’t care. He’ll get better, I know he will. He more than makes up for his lack of skill with eagerness, and ends up getting me off three times before I’m done.

  I know Carter’s probably ready to explode himself. So is Owen, but as per their new routine, Carter will give Owen another round of relief in the shower.

  I lie there feeling sated and wishing we didn’t have to leave the room today. Owen looks like he’s deep in subspace.

  He looks happy.

  Yeah, this is totally worth it if we can make him look like that right now and keep making him look like that.

  Carter grins. “There’s our good boy.” He playfully rubs Owen’s head. “Go get in the shower. I’ll be right there. Close the door so we don’t steam up the whole room, please.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Owen climbs out of bed. I watch Carter watching Owen, and the sound of the bathroom door closing barely comes to us before Carter’s on me, kissing me, shoving the waistband of his boxers down so he can fuck me.

  The man’s growling. Just the sound of that makes me start coming again before he’s barely taken five strokes inside me. Thank god he’s kissing me, keeping me quiet.

  This is a fuck. Pounding, brutal, driving me into the mattress and d
esigned to get him off as quickly as possible, because we’re on the clock. Owen could open that door any second.

  He shoves my hands over my head, pinning my wrists with one hand while he clamps his other hand around my throat. He only squeezes a little, just enough to remind me who’s in charge, and that sends me over one last time and takes him with me with a soft, deep, satisfied grunt.

  Three breaths later, he’s up and moving, pulling off his boxers and wiping himself with them before discarding them into his pile of dirty clothes from last night. The shower’s running now, and I watch his scarred back as he disappears into the bathroom with Owen and shuts the door.

  I’m still trying to catch my breath.

  Not like I have any complaints, because I just got to come more times than both of them put together, even counting what he’s going to do to Owen in the shower.

  I reach between my legs and slide a finger inside me, pull it out, suck the taste of Him and me off it.

  I can’t help but wonder how quickly I’ll come to learn the differences between the taste of them, once Carter gets us across that final barrier.

  I can’t wait to find out.

  * * * *

  Carter’s wearing mirrored sunglasses today. After we drop Owen off, Carter pulls into the parking lot of a nearby shopping center to check something on his phone. We have our first task to accomplish, and then Carter said we can go check out adult shops for BDSM toys and implements after that.

  After we buy a present for Owen’s little brother. Because we’re due back at Owen’s father’s house at two to have birthday cake with everyone.

  “Did you decide, pet?” Carter asks.

  I feel kind of silly about this. “Yes, Sir.”

  “And?”

  I text him the link. He gets it a moment later, scrolls, reads…and starts laughing. It’s a deep, rolling belly laugh I’ve never heard from him before.

  It’s a gorgeous sound. “Really, Suse?”

  “I mean, if you don’t want to—”

  “Oh, no, you don’t. I want to. I told you it was your choice, and I meant it. We are sooo getting the picture package, though.”