Conquering Jude (14 page)

Chapter Nine

Later that night, lying on Olivia’s couch, Jude punched at his pillow. Even though the plush couch was the height of comfort, it felt like rocks under his sensitive skin. Finally he rolled to a sitting position. He should be tired after his almost sleepless night with Olivia in the hospital but he was wired.
I can’t get away from it! Her scent is all over my hands and she told me I couldn’t wash them until morning. Damned if she didn’t pick a perfect punishment. Hell, I’m never gonna get to sleep at this rate.
In the loose drawstring shorts he wore, his cock was resting against his abs, its length steely hard and head wet with drops of seed. His body ached for relief but he couldn’t find release without her presence. And he couldn’t go to her to beg for release.

His Mistress was in a drug-induced slumber, after he’d finally managed to get her to take the Vicodin which had been prescribed for her.
She should’ve realized I wouldn’t let it go when she was in such pain, especially after finding out she hadn’t taken even a single dose of her pain meds. We could’ve avoided all of this if she just would’ve taken the pills. Although the look on her face when she finally gave in and took them is almost worth the punishment she dished out.
He had to smile despite the lust riding his body hard after their earlier confrontation...

He’d been moodily staring at the television watching some boring reality show when it‘d finally came to him. A way to get Olivia to take the meds but it had all hinged on one person: Micah. He’d made the call, half expecting Micah to refuse outright. But less than twenty minutes later the other slave had arrived, and much to his surprise Micah had given his approval. Evidently Micah was familiar with Olivia’s stubbornness about meds, and wasn’t any happier than he was about the situation.

They’d entered the master bedroom, intent on their objective even though it would more than likely end up with both of them being punished. Lying on her back now, Olivia slept fitfully on top of the down-filled satin duvet, her legs spread slightly, the short nightshirt exposing her thighs, unaware of the nefarious plans her slaves had for her.

Crawling onto the foot of the bed, Jude got into position before nodding to the other man. The idea of teasing – of tormenting Olivia with pleasure - until she gave in and took the meds seemed like the desperate move of horny slaves, but that was what they both were. Two desperate horny slaves who knew their mistress was in real pain and stubbornly refusing to do anything about it.

“
Mistress.” Crouching on the floor next to the headboard, Micah kept his voice soft. “I need you.”

Olivia frowned in her sleep. Micah lightly brushed his fingers over Olivia’s hair, before allowing them to glide down her neck and trail over the swell of her softly rounded breast. Jude licked his lips at the sight of his dark skin against the almost virginal white batiste nightgown she wore. She stirred. “Hmmm.” She turned towards his caressing fingers. Jude’s lips parted as her lashes fluttered open. Her dark eyes were languid with a combination of pain, sleep and barest hint of arousal as Micah’s fingers brushed over her nipple. Once, twice and on the third graze it peaked.

“
Micah?” Her voice was raspy as she tried to figure out why the man was in her bedroom.

“
Shhh,” he placed a finger over her lips. “Let us pleasure you, Mistress.”

“
Huh?” Her response was confused, but her next breath sucked in hard as Jude pressed a soft kiss to her inner thigh. Her head lifted off the pillow to see him sprawled on his stomach between her thighs. A startled squeak escaped her when he gently guided her legs over his shoulders. “What the hell are you…?”

Instead of answering he buried his face against her panty covered mound, inhaling the musky scent of her. A low moan fluttered its way down to him when he opened his mouth over her. Running his tongue over the satin panties, he enjoyed the rasp of the material against his tongue even as he savored the softness beneath it.

“
Shh, relax, Mistress. We’ll be gentle - we know you’re in pain. Let us give you some pleasure. We only want to please you.” The coaxing tone in Micah’s voice seemed to have an effect on Olivia. Her thighs trembled before relaxing against the sides of his face. He pulled back and blew softly against the damp crotch. More than anything he wanted to rip away the offending garment and eat her whole, but this wasn’t about him or his need to pleasure his Mistress. It was to convince her to take the meds.

And so began the slow seduction of their Mistress’s body. Before long, he’d moved the crotch of the panties aside to get at the bare folds beneath. The glistening skin had him wanting to dive in, but he kept his flicks and touches light and teasing. The increased moaning coming from Olivia was a balm to his ears. He loved the idea he was giving her pleasure even though it wouldn’t be long before those moans turned to curses.

“
So responsive.” Micah’s voice was hoarse. It was good to know he wasn’t the only one being drawn on a rack – that the other man was being aroused as much as he was. “You have such a beautiful body, Mistress. May I taste your nipples?”

Olivia gave a muffled laugh. “Why not? It’s not like Jude asked for permission before he buried his face in…my pussy… It’d be judgmental of me…to not allow it.” The last was said on a gasp as Jude nipped lightly at her clit.

“
Have patience, Mistress. He’s untrained. I’m sure you’ll have him whipped into shape in no time.” Micah reassured her.

Her chuckle turned into moan. Looking up from his position, Jude growled. Micah had the top of her batiste gown tucked under her pert breasts. His dark head was bent to one breast, his lips wrapped around its tip, while he cradled the other in his free hand, lightly squeezing the mound.

“
Damn that’s hot.” Jude heard the words, but was shocked to realize they were coming from his own mouth.

Olivia rubbed her good hand over Micah’s shaved head and met Jude’s eyes. “Does it make you hot, pet, to see Micah sucking on my nipples?”

Jude nodded, his eyes darting back to the sight. His hands clenched helplessly against the bedding.

She groaned as Micah pulled her nipple taunt between his even white teeth, stretching it gently. “That’s not the appropriate answer, pet.” Her eyes were glowing with desire but the steely determination in them sent shivers down his spine.

He swallowed roughly. “Yes, Mistress. It makes this slave fucking hot to see Micah sucking on your titties.” He wondered briefly if she was going to object to his coarse language. It was just as much a part of him as his dick. Once it got hard, his language went into the gutter.

“
Oh God.” Her eyes closed and her head tipped back. “Micah, how would you like to join me in training pet?”

A loud pop sounded as Micah released her flesh. “Of course, Mistress. This slave would be honored to assist.” Micah winked at Jude. “But can I request something of Mistress first?” Jude realized this was the moment of truth. He leaned in and attacked her clit with strong, hard laps of his tongue. Her gut wrenching moan was music to his ears.

“
Mistress?” Micah’s voice was insistent, but Olivia’s only response was a guttural groan as Jude nibbled on her clit with his teeth before sucking hard.

Under his tongue, he could feel how close his Mistress was to coming for him. Steeling himself, he withdrew his tongue, only to slide his fingers deep within her. His groan of pleasure drowned out her shriek. Her muscles greedily grasped at him. “So wet, Mistress. I want to feel you come for me. Will you?” The request was husky.

“
Yes! Suck on my clit, pet! Make me come my ass off.”

He moved to obey when Micah’s eye caught his. He moaned low and froze, his body trembling. He couldn’t believe he’d forgotten their objective.
This is why I asked Micah to help me. I knew I wasn’t strong enough to do this by myself.

Olivia jerked. Her eyes opened. “Why did you stop?” Her voice was breathless.

Micah answered. “Because we want something in return for your pleasure, Mistress.”

Her face went slack then regret filled it. “I’m sorry. I wish I could give you what you both need. My damn wrist is throbbing like a bitch. Can I offer you a rain check?” Her attempt at humor wasn’t lost on either of the men.

Micah gave a gentle shake of his head even as he continued to tug on her nipples. “That’s nice of you to offer Mistress, but neither of us is willing to take a rain check tonight.”

Knowing Micah was going in for the kill, Jude spread her labia and brushed his tongue over the outer edges of her clit. The flesh swelled under his tutelage. Her wail and the hard clenching of her muscles around his fingers had him jerking back.

“
What the hell do you want?” she gasped as her lower body bucked towards Jude.

“
For you to take these.” The rattle of pills inside a plastic bottle filled the room. There was a silence before her screech echoed off the walls.

“
You bastards! You got me all worked up just to make me take some damn pills? I ought to kick both of your asses!” She tried to move away from them, but Jude quickly pinned her hips to the bed with his weight and wiggled his fingers inside of her. She groaned and stilled when his fingers brushed against the roughened flesh of her g-spot.

“
Please, Mistress. Take them for us.” Micah’s voice was soft - coaxing. “If you don’t, you’ll wake up in pain and neither Jude nor I want that. You once told me compromise was the foundation of our relationship. Take the pills for us, so we know you’ll sleep well tonight and we’ll take you out to your favorite restaurant tomorrow for lunch.”

Her breath rasped. “I can’t…even if I wanted to…the restrictions – Jackson will blow a fuse…”

Jude lifted his mouth from where he was randomly licking her. “I’ll deal with him.” He accented his point by pressing his fingers deeper. “Take them, Mistress, and we’ll spend the afternoon in the sun, instead of cooped up inside this condo. Micah and I will protect you.”

She gritted her teeth and held her hand out. Micah shook the two of the pills into her outstretched hand. She glared down at Jude. “This was your idea, wasn’t it, pet?”

A flush heated his face. “Yes, Mistress. You refused to take them, even though they would help. I can’t allow that.”

Her face hardened. Her displeasure was obvious. “Then you’ve just earned yourself a punishment. Was it Micah’s idea to help or did you ask him?”

Jude lowered his head. “I asked him, Mistress.”

“
But I would’ve done it in a heartbeat, Mistress, if I were in his shoes.” Micah’s voice was fierce.

“
Fine, then you both shall be punished.” She turned her gaze to Micah. “Strip.”

Micah obeyed without question. In seconds he was standing naked next to the bed. Jude wondered what the hell she was proving when she motioned for the man to come closer. He crawled onto the bed and knelt next to her, his erection swaying between his legs and glass of water in his hand.

She tossed the pills into her mouth, followed closely by a drink of water from the glass Micah offered her. “I’ve taken the damn pills. Now, you’re both going to pay for your audacity.”

She looked down her body to Jude. “You’re going to make me come with your fingers only. You will not put your wicked tongue anywhere near my pussy – do you understand, pet? You will not taste me again this evening.”

He nodded, his heart sinking. He loved the taste of her. “Yes, Mistress. Fingers only.” He slowly began to pull his fingers out. They came free with a loud slurp. He lifted them towards his mouth.

“
No!” He froze, his gaze lifted to hers. “You are not allowed to taste me, even off of your own flesh.”

He took a deep breath.
It was worth it, she took the pills.
Even as
he reassured himself and let his hand drop to land on her thigh, he cursed himself. “Yes, Mistress. Anything else?” He knew he sounded so frustrated he was going to earn another punishment if he didn’t curtail his tongue, but he couldn’t help it
.

Her mouth thinned. “Since you ask so nicely – yes! You’re not allowed to wash my scent off your skin until morning. Now…are we perfectly clear?”

“
Yes, Mistress.” He wisely held his tongue. He wasn’t going to make it any worse.

“
As for you,
mal-check
. You’re not going to get off easily. And I mean that literally. While pet gets me off with his fingers, you’re going to masturbate for me. And since you and pet have decided being a team is what you want, if you come before or after he brings me off, I’ll cancel your next appointment.”

“
Yes, Mistress.” The man reached between his thighs.

Lucky bastard,
Jude thought as he parted Olivia’s folds once more,
gets to come and I doubt I’ll be that lucky.

Olivia’s tone was firm even though her breath caught at his action.“No pain, Micah. You are not allowed to pinch your balls or rake your cock with your nails to get yourself off.”

A cry escaped the other man. “Yes, Mistress.” Micah glanced over his shoulder at Jude, torture evident in his eyes, then it struck him why Olivia had chosen that particular punishment. Every time he’d seen the other man get off, he’d needed the bite of pain to orgasm.
Fuck,
he stared down at his hands,
this is going to be impossible.

“
What are you waiting for, pet. Make me come.” The steely order had Jude’s cock jumping. “I took the meds and once they kick in - I doubt I’ll be able to orgasm…so get to it.”