Mistress's Master: Men in Blue, Book 3 (14 page)

“
No!
” She thrashed in his hold.

“It will take some of the pressure off the other slaves bound in the audience too. You can handle it, Lily. You love to fuck. I promise to stand by your side. I have you. You’re safe.”

“
Nooooooo!
”

“Very nice, Jeremy.” Morselli blessed their performance from his spot near the edge of the stage. “No more secrets. What are you threatening her with? I’m sure the ache in your junk won’t improve her fate.”

“I’ve told her my plans to share her. With you all.”

Several audience members encroached on the stairs.

“When I tell you.” He glanced to his left. A soft leather sling in the shape of an inverted Y landed beside them.

“Ready, Lily?”

“
No!
” She drummed her heels.

“Too bad.” Jeremy grinned into her raven tresses as he lifted her. He wove her petite form between the nylon webbing that attached the leather rest to pulleys. “Make sure she’s centered. Put her ass right on the edge.”

He counted on Matt and Ryan to assist him. They aligned Lily despite the unconscious movement of her muscles, which ached for relief.

“Soon.” He crooned to her as he double-checked the fit. Once satisfied, he nodded, accepting a roll of foam tape from Clint. “Perfect.”

He’d used the material before. It was some sort of sport injury support when not ensuring the immobility of his slaves.

“Lift the top a few inches.” Ryan hoisted the cord, raising the tail of the Y. It didn’t take much material to wind around the sling and Lily’s dainty wrists, pinning them together above her head. He tore the material from the roll with his teeth. “A little more.”

When the incline increased, he fit his hands beneath the leather cradling Lily. Next, he wrapped a wider loop halfway between her shoulders and elbows. He kept it loose enough that her aching shoulders weren’t pressed too far beyond comfortable. All the while, she held her head upright, her stare locked on him.

“Go ahead and watch.” He caressed her, running a fingertip from her nose through the furrow of her upper lip, across her parted mouth to her chin. “When your neck gets tired, you’ll have a nice pillow, okay?”

“
No.
” She kicked his shin. “Faster. Or let me loose so I can take care of myself.”

Jeremy was sure she hadn’t intended the command to emerge as a whine. He recalled the burning pressure that had haunted him for days after inhaling far less Sex Offender than she had. He hustled. No time to waste on fancy clasps and extra buttons.

“Clint. Scissors.”

His fellow officer handed him a pair. Clearly he’d never used the foam tape before if he hadn’t realized how easy it was to tear.

Jeremy didn’t complain. “Keep her still.”

Matt, Clint, Ryan and Ben all chipped in, arresting Lily despite her increased struggles. Jeremy snipped her skirt in half then yanked it from her body. He tossed the scraps over his shoulder before starting on her corset. He hacked through the satin, shaking his head. A shame to destroy something so elegant. Please, please let it be just her trappings and not the woman herself who would bear irrevocable damage after tonight.

His astonishment at her actions began to wear off along with the tingling between his legs.
Holy shit.
Was this really happening?

As soon as her bare flesh was exposed to the air, Lily tested the four men trapping her diminutive form. The breeze in the open room buffeted her sultry flesh, triggering a response in her drug-enhanced sensory receptors.

“Hang on.”

“
Yes!
” She screamed as he worked, unwilling to sacrifice her safety for instant gratification.

“Clint.” Jeremy nodded to his friend, hoping like hell the man didn’t choose then to balk. “Take your cock out. Give her something to suck on. Fill her mouth and keep her quiet.”

He feared she might blow their cover if she didn’t find relief soon.

“Uh…JRad,” Clint whispered, his stare whipping up to Matt’s. “Are you sure?”

“I think you’d better do what he says.” The man’s partner spoke softly, though not low enough to prevent Jeremy from hearing their exchange.

“Go ahead.” Jeremy nodded. “I’m pretty sure she won’t bite your dick off.”

Clint unzipped his cargo pants. He’d shoved his tighty-whiteys down far enough to withdraw a fairly long hard-on when Lily lunged for him. She licked the drop of pre-come from his tip before swallowing him to the root in one gulp.

“God damn.” Matt moaned.

Jeremy grinned when Clint’s head tipped back and his hands fisted at his sides. He’d bet that felt fucking great. His cock stirred in his pants, pumping up as the blood flow returned. “Almost there, Lily.”

He handed the scissors to Ben then tugged the remainder of her tattered clothing from beneath her slender ribcage. Stopping himself from teasing the diamond tips of her breasts with tiny pinches before swiping his palms over her waist and hips—dragging her thong down and off—would have proved impossible.

Aromatic arousal greeted him as her pussy was exposed. Could the potent drug be passed through her body? The smell of her intoxicated him, driving him deeper into the insanity caused by his overwhelming lust for her.

Jeremy sat on his heels, admiring her nude form for a handful of seconds. It could never be long enough. Clint had begun a steady stream of curses and groans that seemed to match up with the flex of Lily’s throat.

“Best blow job of my life.” Clint opened his eyes, sharing the moment with his partner. “Oh my God, she’s amazing.”

“Lift her higher.” Jeremy ordered Matt and Ryan. They tugged the cords attached to the section supporting Lily’s torso. Her shoulders rose up, slamming her mouth farther down Clint’s shaft. Lucky bastard.

Jeremy wrapped Lily’s chest, just above her breasts, securing her to the sling. He wouldn’t chance her slipping off, getting hurt while she abandoned herself to ecstasy. The band squished her chest. He checked that there was no pressure on her windpipe from the material. He revisited the site of the contact no less than three times before certainty allowed him to move on.

Next he applied another band around her ribs, just below her magnificent tits. The mounds squished between the two fastenings, standing taller, urging him to suckle them. So he did.

Lily cooed around Clint’s cock, attempting to shimmy despite her bindings, with limited success. Jeremy rewarded her eagerness, slapping his tongue on the tight peaks of her nipple, drawing the other away from her body between his thumb and forefinger. Her hips bucked against him.

“Higher.” They heaved again, and her hips left the ground. She swung in gentle arcs, knocking into Clint’s thighs. Jeremy mummified her hips, securing them before moving on to her thighs. On his way, he paused at her pussy. The puffy, pink lips called to him. They lured his fingers into exploring their moist folds.

“Ahh!” she shouted when he traced the valley of her slit, pressing into the slippery tissue as he neared the entrance to her pussy. His cock stiffened, fully recovered from her earlier abuse.

Jeremy inserted his index finger in her, fusing their bodies for the first time, burying the digit to his second knuckle. Despite the copious amounts of lubrication slicking her channel, her tiny body made for a tight fit. “I can’t wait to introduce my cock to you. I’ll stretch you. Ride you hard. Make you scream. Will you come for me? Will you love every second?”

She pulled off Clint’s cock with a slurp. “
No!
”

He chuckled when his fellow officer fed his cock to the spitfire as though he couldn’t stand to be outside her mouth for more than an instant.

“Is she doing a good job?” Jeremy arched an eyebrow at his friend.

“Fuck, yes.” Clint panted. “I might need to tag Matt here soon if you don’t want me to blow in her mouth.”

“Swap.” Jeremy needed them hard. Lily would require more than he could give her to be satisfied.

Matt hesitated when Clint’s cock drew across Lily’s cheek, painting it with their mingled fluids.

“Go ahead.” Clint reassured his partner. “She wants it. Trust me. A woman doesn’t suck like that if she’s forced.”

“It’s not her talking. It’s the drugs.” Matt gripped the nylon cord, pushing her away from nuzzling his crotch.

“Either way, she’s desperate.” Clint continued to persuade Matt as Jeremy swirled his fingers through the soft flesh between Lily’s legs. He traced the ridge of her lips to her clit. When he drew a spiral around the hard knot of nerves, she broke free of the restraining hands on her arms and legs. She swung softly, bumping into the five men surrounding her.

Every time she made contact with someone, something, she cried out. Ultrasensitive, her skin drove her need, painful if not dampened by continuous action.

“Do it, Matt.” Jeremy sighed as he removed his hand and finished binding her. “She needs you to.”

Ben reached out to unfasten Matt’s fly.

“Whoa! I got this.” Matt ripped the button loose, yanked the front of his pants apart and sighed when a cock proportional to his refrigerator build flopped free.

“Damn.” Ryan’s eyes widened. “I’m not sure she’s going to be able to take more than the tip.”

Lily seemed up to the challenge. She strained her neck, opened her mouth wide and drew him in. Jaw spread, she stretched her lips around his girth.
Son of a bitch.

Still, it stuck Jeremy that she remained the aggressor despite her bonds and the absolute helplessness of her position. Lily acted of her own free will. She called the shots and took the lead. Not for long.

He removed her boots then tucked her ankles into the cuffs, which acted as stirrups, suspended from independent wires. Thighs spread wide, she displayed her pussy for him. It clenched, kissing the air as though it already hugged his cock.

“Everyone stand back.”

Matt groaned when he removed his cock from her lips with a pop.

Lily screamed. “
Yes!
”

Jeremy motioned to Matt and Ryan. Each of them worked the pulley system on their side of Lily. They hoisted her with strong jerks that set her breasts bouncing. A series of cables, one at her fists and each ankle, two near her shoulders, her hips and a pair on either side of her knees balanced the light load. When she came level with his pelvis, Jeremy instructed them to tie off the ropes.

He supervised their knot work. Ben assisted Matt when he needed it.

Satisfied she was securely held, Jeremy approached Lily. He took his place between her spread legs, shoving lightly on the cables to initiate an arc. As she swung, he leaned into her approach, grinding their crotches at the pinnacle of each of her journeys.

When she tried to lift up and meet him, he stepped back.

Lily gawked at him as though he’d started speaking in tongues.

“You’re not in control here.” He spanked her pussy lightly, granting her some reprieve from the pressure building in her core.

“Shut up and fuck me. If you’re not man enough, someone else out there will.” She acknowledged the crowd for the first time. A sea of whistles confirmed her declaration.

“I don’t think so. I’ll take you first. And last. No doubt about that.” He groaned as he tortured them both by prolonging the inevitable. Because it wasn’t enough to fuck her. No, he had to claim her. Show her that she could trust him to see to her pleasure. They’d balanced on the razor’s edge when she held his fate in her hands. Yet she’d chosen to give him this chance—one opportunity to prove she belonged to him, body, mind and heart.

She may have been a born Mistress, but he was the Mistress’s Master.

He knew it straight to his soul.

“Besides, I promised you I’d punish you if you shocked me again.” He grimaced. “Remember that?”

She smirked. “I might have heard something like blah blah don’t do it again or else.”

Every dominant instinct he possessed stood up and took notice of her smarmy tone and the twinkle in her eye. It dared him to respond out of hand. A pathetic test.

“You can’t upset me so easily, Lily.” He shook his head. “I’m not angry with you.”

“You should be,” someone from the crowd shouted. “She shocked your nuts.”

“I cornered her.” He pivoted toward the shortsighted visitor. “I left her no choice, and worse, I underestimated her.”

Jeremy turned back to Lily. “I’m sorry for that. It won’t happen again.”

She nodded.

“Neither will I ignore your disobedience.” He stared deep into her eyes, hoping she understood. “I refuse to demean you by acting like you aren’t strong enough to take what you deserve.”

Her lip trembled.

“You agree, you’ve earned it?”

She shook her head and gasped, “
No!
”

“JRad…” Clint ceased his objection when he spied the determination in Jeremy’s stare.

He would never dishonor Lily by taking the easy way out. She deserved so much better than that. Clint and Matt may not fathom all the intricacies of the scene unfolding before them, but they trusted him.

Just as Lily would come to do. Someday. Somehow.

He spun, searching the stage until the green glow of the shock stick caught his attention. The instrument had rolled beneath a machine he couldn’t decipher the intent of. In any case it looked wicked…or delicious, if in the right hands.

Jeremy prayed he had the golden touch for Lily.

Rusty reflexes sprang to life as though the chemistry between them acted like the best oil in the universe, greasing connections long since seized from disuse. He approached Lily and the four men who petted her, quieting the effects of the drug. The fall of her raven hair, which almost dragged the ground, drew his admiration.

What had he done in his life to deserve a gift so exquisite?

When he resumed his position, he held the slave goad for her to consider. He dragged the uncharged tip down the center of her body from her neck, between her breasts to her pussy. When he hovered over the apex of her thighs, she couldn’t repress her pleas.

“I’m sorry, Master. Please, not there. Don’t—” She cut off mid-beg as though realizing what she’d done. He almost considered her bruised ego punishment enough.