Conquering Jude (19 page)

At her feet, Micah was kneeling, awaiting her next orders after he’d finished restraining Jude for her. She gave in as she ran her hand over the satiny smooth skin of his scalp. A sigh of pleasure escaped her.
Evidently Jude’s groin wasn’t the only thing that got shaved in my bathroom.
She moved away from him.

“
Mal-chick,
I see you neglected to put a cock ring on pet.” Her voice was surprisingly firm.

Walking over to the table, she stopped at his shoulder. “You don’t seem to get it, pet. I’m in charge here, not you.” She leaned in to nip his lower lip. A deep groan burst free from him at her action. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw his cock bob in reaction. It was only a moment before she saw Micah return. She gave him a slight nod as he held up the thin oval of silicone which was guaranteed to keep Jude from coming too soon. “Put it on him.”

“I’m sorry, Mistress. Please…I won’t be able to come.”

Jude hissed when she pinched the nearest nipple to her. She smiled down at him when he jerked as Micah slid the ring down his erection. “You’ll come when I say, Jude. Not before! Trust me to know when the time is right.” At his panicked expression, her face softened. “Do we continue, pet, or do I release you?”

He took a few calming breaths. “I…” His tongue swiped over his lower lip. “…you promise…”

She ran a hand through his hair before tightening her grip. She lifted his head off the table with her good hand. “My slaves always leave me with a smile on their faces, pet.”

He licked his lips and gave her a smile. “Okay. Do with me what you will…as long as it doesn’t result in me having a serious case of blue balls…I’m all yours.”

A chortle came from near Jude’s feet. “Good.” She brushed a kiss against his parted lips. She lifted her head and met Micah’s amused eyes. He immediately looked at the floor. “While I can’t promise the same to another slave if he doesn’t quit laughing at me.”

The amusement in Micah’s demeanor fled. “I’m sorry, Mistress. It wasn’t you. It was what Jude said that I was laughing at.”

She let him stew for a moment. “You’re forgiven as long as you get your ass over here and undress me.”

* * * *

Jude strained against the leather cuffs holding him to the table. Sweat broke out all over his body. He had no clue to how long Mistress had been torturing him with the soft leather flogger before she’d gone on to do the same to Micah. The buttery soft strips of leather had stroked over nearly every inch of his flesh until he felt like one huge boiling mass of need. His cock ached with unfulfilled release. The contraption born in hell which encircled his cock assured him of that. There would be no coming without his Mistress’s permission, and even as he hated the ring itself, he gloried in the submission it ensured. He had no worries at the moment. Mistress promised pleasure and she would deliver it.

From the table, Jude could see both Olivia and Micah’s play and the sight had him fighting his cuffs vigorously. Kneeling between Mistress’s thighs while she brought the flogger down repeatedly on his back, Micah’s face remained buried in her pussy. The sounds of slurping and the occasional gasp from Mistress or gurgling moan from Micah had him continuously fighting his bonds.
Dammit, I want to be the one eating her!

“Mistress, please!” He heard the begging in his voice but didn’t care. Somehow he knew it only inflamed her passions.

She moaned and met his desperate gaze. “Patience, pet…” a loud gasp interrupted her reply as her hand dove for the head between her thighs. “None of that,
mal-chick.
Keep those nimble fingers away from my ass.”

Micah looked up from his feast. “Mistress, please.”

She shook her head and stepped back from him. “Get the plug.”

Micah scrambled to his feet and headed towards the dark duffle sitting on the floor. As she approached him, Jude caught his breath. She looked like a goddess with the rosy flush rising high on her glistening skin while her entire body lay bare to his gaze.

Micah returned at that particular moment. Jude’s heart galloped as he saw the slender flesh colored plug in Micah’s hand. It wasn’t very large. Small actually – in all consideration, he’d seen many plugs much larger and even more wicked looking than the one his friend was holding.

“Good. The price of it, is allowing…” she took the plug from Micah, “this to be inserted into your ass. We never discussed anal sex, pet. As you know, I love it and while I’m a woman, men have been known to enjoy it also. Is this something that will be a hard limit for you? Will you let me use this,” She stroked her fingertip on the rounded head of the toy, “…to bring you undeniable pleasure?”

Jude glanced warily at the plug and weighed his options. He gave a frustrated sigh before nodding his approval. He softly added, “I’ve never tried anal myself, Mistress.”

“Then this should be like nothing else you’ve ever experienced, pet.” She took up a bottle of lube he hadn’t noticed and applied a generous coating on the small plug.

“
Mal-chick, present by pet’s head.”

Jude’s closed his eyes when he felt cool gel against his asshole. Next to his head he heard a rustle. Opening his eyes, he saw Micah drop down to his knees in the traditional present position with his legs spread and his hands resting palms up on his thighs. He met Jude’s eyes. He kept his voice pitched low. “Now you did it, Jude. You’re going to get your ass fucked. If there’s one thing Mistress can’t resist - it’s an anal virgin.”

Jude’s breath caught in his throat and his muscles tensed as a vague rumor tugged at his memory, even as Mistress’s fingers pressed gel into his asshole.
What was it…something about then Councilman Landing’s son accusing Olivia of sodomizing him? Not that the asshole hadn’t deserved it.

“Relax, pet.” Olivia’s voice was firm. He had to physically concentrate on making his muscles relax as damned if his erection never faltered while her fingers slid in just barely breaching his ass. He caught his breath while again and again, she pulled her fingers free, only to return with more lubricant. The snick of the bottle being closed startled him. “Help me,
mal-chick.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Before Jude’s senses could assimilate Olivia’s intent, he found her lovely small body draped over him with a bit of help from Micah and she was settled with her luscious pussy right on top of his face.

“Mistress?” His voice came out in a croak as he stared at the temptingly bare folds.

“Now, pet. Refresh my memory. Show me how talented you are with your tongue.”

He didn’t even wait for her to finish her demand. He lifted his head and sucked first one of her pussy lips and then other into his mouth. Her moan would’ve had him smiling if he hadn’t been so intent on consuming every inch of her pussy.

A low, hoarse male groan swallowed the softer cries coming from his Mistress. With his head buried in between her thighs, Jude had no idea what Olivia was doing to Micah, but it sounded like the man was enjoying it immensely. The words flowing out of his mouth went straight to Jude’s cock.
Harder Mistress, I need it harder.
The slightly higher pitched tone of Olivia’s answer had his balls drawing up tight.
If it hadn’t been for the cock ring, he’d have exploded on the spot. Instead his cock grew even harder and longer.

Lapping at her folds, he delved inside to find her clit, running his tongue over it. He savored the tartness of her flavor, the way her body swayed in rhythm with his tongue and how her thighs trembled against his jaw. He grew frustrated each time he tried to tug her clit into his mouth. She’d rock away from him, only to settle back when he extended his tongue so he could bury it inside her. When she did it again, he couldn’t resist and he turned his head to nip at her thigh. She jerked away from his mouth.

“Gimme.” His voice was gritty with need. He tugged at the cuffs, wanting to haul her back down onto his mouth until she came all over his face. “Please, Mistress, I want to feel you come against my mouth.”

“Not yet, pet.” His hips arched off the table when it felt like her fingers slipped back inside his ass. A muffled curse escaped him only to be smothered by her pussy. Each time she pushed in further, he retaliated by lashing at her clit.

“Just a bit more, Jude…” A gush of liquid coated his lips and tongue. “…It’s almost all the way in…just another inch.” Against his lips he could feel how close she was to fulfilling his wish that he ignored the pressure building in his ass –until her fingers brushed up against a spot deep inside him which had him clenching the cheeks of his ass and bucking uncontrollably. Pleasure, unbelievable pleasure, built behind his balls.
Ah fuck!
Yes!

“That’s right, pet…there you go…it’s all the way in.” Her voice came from far away. “Micah, untie him.”

“Yes, Mistress!”

“What…” He tried to comprehend as the cuffs holding his arms loosened. Standing next to his head, Micah met his eyes then said three words. “The anal plug.”

“You mean she’s got that plug shoved up my ass?” Before Micah could nod, Jude’s eyes rolled back in his head. Agonizing pleasure whipped through his groin as she drew the plug out and slowly thrust it back. It rubbed over that special spot. “Holy fuck!”

His hands went to grab her hips, but just before he could do it, Micah slammed them back down on the table. He was ready to fight when Micah shook his head. “Touch her and she’ll stop.” He leaned close enough that Olivia wouldn’t be able to clearly hear what he whispered. “Remember, no touching without permission.”

Jude took a raspy breath and gave an abrupt jerk of his head as Olivia shoved the plug deeper inside of him. Micah slowly released his wrists. Jude immediately shoved them under his head, locking them behind his neck. He panted through the overwhelming need to touch his Mistress. But he kept his hands still even though his body had never been this out of control before. A grunt rumbled low in his throat as she gave the plug what he was sure was an expert twist before releasing the cock ring with a flick of her wrist.

A silent scream left his chest at the release. Olivia moved down his long slick body and in one swift thrust mounted his steel hard cock. He bucked hard and groaned when the movement drove his cock further inside of her while forcing the plug deeper.

“Now come for me, pet.” The command was ripped from her as she began to bounce up and down on him.

Through a haze of impending, overwhelming pleasure, Jude realized she intended to make him come before she’d received her pleasure.

“Please Mistress…not alone!”

She pinched his nipple. “You’re mine! I’m your Mistress! When I say I want you to come, you come, slave. This is part of being owned by me. Now come!”

Even as he fought to obey her, he couldn’t get past what his dad had beat into him. “
Learn to control yourself, boy or you’ll end up hurting someone, if not killing them.”

I can’t hurt her. If I lose control I’ll hurt her.
His body shook and he fought the urge to let go. With his arms no longer bound, he’d be able to roll her over and under him and pound his way to completion.
I don’t want that!

Micah seemed to know his dilemma. “Submit, Jude. Let go. Give her what’s her due as your Mistress. She’ll keep you safe.”

“I can’t, I can’t.” His words were broken and harsh.

“Give it to me,
mal-chick.”

Jude cried out as the plug inside of his ass began to pulsate against the small almond shaped gland it was wedged against.

“You
will
give up your control to me, pet.” Her voice was stern even as she panted.

Jude’s world shattered. His hands came from under his head and he gripped her hips with calloused palms. Holding her for his thrusts, he set a fast hard pace as his control snapped. “Son of a fucking bitch!” He gritted his teeth and hammered up into her, loving the cries of pleasures he was forcing out of her. His world now revolved around the connection between their bodies and nothing else.

“Goddamn it!” Micah scrambled onto the table next to them when Olivia grabbed at his arm and yanked on him.

“Come, slave, come for your Mistress.” Who she was talking to didn’t matter. Both men obeyed.

Jude’s vision darkened just before he felt the splash of hot seed hit him and his own orgasm had him screaming his pleasure to the sky. Tight muscles milked his cock and the plug continued to pulsate, sending him higher than he’d ever been before. His last thought before he fell was of his Mistress and the hope he’d pleased her.

* * * *

When he finally came back to, Jude found himself lying on the table with Micah next to him. Opening his eyes, he realized he was covered with semen and sweat. When a warm cloth touched his chest, he jumped. Next to the table, looking disheveled but incredibly sexy in a short satin robe, Olivia returned the cloth to the small silver bowl at her elbow and dipped it inside. With a dexterity he wouldn’t have expected with only one hand available, she wrung the water out of the cloth.

He glanced away, suddenly feeling uncertain of himself and whole situation.
She shouldn’t be taking care of me. I should be taking care of her.
His emotions were raw and uncertain.

“Look at me, pet.” The warm brush of the cloth against his skin once more had him tensing.

His eyes stung at her coaxing tone. He’d lost control and even though she’d ordered him to do it, he was ashamed.