Mistress's Master: Men in Blue, Book 3 (17 page)

His gentle reassurance brought her need flooding back. How could he assess her so well? No one ever had before. They’d thought her cold. Tough. No one had seen the girl inside, praying for someone—anyone—to trust.

“That’s right.” He smiled, honing in on the motion that triggered the highest response in her overworked pussy. “I’ll take care of you. Give yourself to me. I can worry for us both. All you have to do is enjoy. Obey and I’ll handle the rest.”

The room went dead silent as Jeremy entranced everyone in attendance.

Lily shivered as he seduced her.

“Ryan, Ben, come closer.”

The submissives inched forward until their thighs brushed her hips, one on each side of her. “Lick her. Gently. Help her come for me.”

Neither slave hesitated. Ben squatted while Ryan bent at the waist. Their tongues reached out, tentative as the firmed tips made contact with either side of her clit. Trapped between the two wet, warm muscles, which wriggled around her sensitive flesh, she could no longer resist.

Her pussy clenched on Jeremy’s cock as it glided from the very entrance of her pussy to the farthest depths he could reach. He worked over her. Patient, calm and steady, he mixed a combination of qualities as potent and unstoppable as gravity.

Lily visualized a ripple in a pond originating in the pit of her belly. As it expanded outward, she relaxed each part of her it touched. Her fists fell open. Her toes uncurled. Appreciative murmurs ran through the dominants in attendance when she went slack, accepting all Jeremy had to give.

“Ah, yes. Just like that.” He put a hand on the back of Ryan’s head, urging the man closer before doing the same to Ben. “Feel how much deeper you can take me now?”

The garble that flew from her lips couldn’t be deciphered, but he nodded.

“It feels amazing to me too.” He smiled as he ground deep then picked up his pace.

Ben and Ryan grew more adventurous. Their tongues lashed over each other as they played with her pussy. One of them nipped her swollen lips when the other sealed his mouth over her clit and sucked.

“Nice.” Jeremy’s praise mesmerized her. The smoky timbre of his voice did as much to arouse her as the two mouths working her exterior while Jeremy caressed her deep inside. “You’ve got this. Feel me taking you to the edge. Soar, Lily. Leap.”

The idea terrified her. He’d lifted her higher than she’d ever ventured before. What if she crashed? What if she couldn’t survive the impact?

One tiny moment of hesitation was obliterated when he promised, “I’ll catch you. Always.”

How could she not take the risk? In all her life she’d never met another man who read her so perfectly.

Jeremy stared deep into her eyes as she lost control. Her body seized. Her heart stopped beating for one prime moment. He didn’t speed up or hammer her tender flesh. Instead, he remained solid as a rock, pumping every last bit of rapture from her with consistent glides of his cock.

Even when he came, with a fierce growl she’d dream of the rest of her life, he kept his gaze locked on hers. A wry smile elicited a dimple in his chiseled cheeks. He rocked against her, filling the barrier between them with his release. She wished she could have felt him pouring, molten, inside her.

His strokes slowed. They didn’t stop until she whimpered. Gingerly, he withdrew from her swollen pussy, leaving her wrecked.

Suddenly she couldn’t catch her breath. What had she done?

She’d given him everything.

Jeremy dismissed Ryan and Ben, waving them aside so he could bend over her immobile form. He stared into her eyes as he cupped her cheeks in his palms. The press of his lips on hers startled her, causing an aftershock to wring her pussy. His tongue snuck out to swipe across her smile. It stole inside her mouth and licked her with tender strokes.

The very last remaining shred of her independence began to slip away. He left her no choice. “
Yes.
”

The pressure of his kiss obliterated her objection.

She chanted it over and over until he caught her reverse meaning.

He stopped dead. Sixty to zero as though he’d slammed into a brick wall.

A cool breeze buffeted her skin when he stood abruptly, honoring their pact.

Some part of her, deep within, cried out for him to return. To overrule her fear.

Before he could, Morselli called out, “Very nice, kids. Too nice. You’ve ruined my party.”

Lily glanced around. No one seemed interested in the abandoned slaves occupying the main section of the hall.

“All bids submitted on arrival will be honored,” Morselli addressed the crowd. Thank God Lily had instructed her allies to show their interest up front. Many of the other buyers would have waited for demonstrations.

Jeremy snarled when their host approached, his stubby hand flashing over his modest hard-on. Purple splotches dotted his cheeks and forehead. Maybe he’d keel over and save them some trouble. Lily braced herself for his seed, mourning the taint he’d layer on top of the pure passion melting her bones.

Everything happened so fast.

Exhaustion prevented her from reacting when Morselli slapped her breast with his cock.

“Clint, hand me a robe for Lily.” The urgency in Jeremy’s instruction caught the attention of her fuzzy brain. “She’ll need it as soon as we’re finished. She’s cooling off.”

The undercover cop rummaged around in the supplies out of Lily’s line of sight as Morselli began to huff and puff, on the verge of exploding. She flinched when he grunted, preparing for the splash of his meager load.

It never came.

Clint spun around, knocking into Morselli’s shoulder as he transferred a bundle of terrycloth to Jeremy. A strangled combination moan-turned-curse accompanied Tony’s graceless sprawl. His whole body jerked as he spilled his come onto the stage, crashing onto one knee to avoid a full-out face-plant.

A few guests chuckled at the sight of the man’s graceless tumble and the desperate spasms jerking his hips as he erupted all over himself.

“You careless fucker!” He glared at Clint as he regained his feet, slowly, shakily. Giant pants bled steam from Morselli’s continued rant.

Lily was too tired to be amused. She battled the oblivion swallowing her consciousness.

“Excuse me.” Clint offered a hand up, but Morselli knocked it away. Jeremy’s friend shrugged then returned to her side.

“Unhook her.” Jeremy ignored the commotion. His focus never strayed from her.

Her eyes drifted closed as the lines were released and she drooped onto the stage. Hands worked over her, freeing her arms, legs and torso from her bonds. Still she couldn’t move.

“Get up, Lily.” Jeremy didn’t lift her. He didn’t humiliate her by assuming she couldn’t take care of herself.

She smiled and cracked open her lids, which seemed to weigh ten tons.

Damn Sex Offender.

Damn the most powerful orgasms of her life.

Damn the dozen men who’d fed the flames until they consumed every bit of her energy.

Lily rolled to her front, shoving onto wobbly arms and legs. They collapsed beneath her as if she were Bambi. Heat rose in her cheeks. Lucidity returned in the wake of the drug’s potent effects. What would the crowd think of Mistress Lily now?

Despite her reaction to Jeremy, she couldn’t deny the life she’d built. It boggled her mind, too zoned now to comprehend the ramifications of this indulgent evening. Could she be both the woman who ruled her slaves with unwavering command and the willing submissive of one undeniable Master?

Not if she didn’t shape people’s expectations. Right then. She channeled every ounce of her remaining strength and tried again. Desperation drove her to regulate the quivering of her elbows and knees for longer than she should have been able. Still, she crumpled to the floor once more.

Dread weakened her limbs further as she considered all she had riding on the line. She curled into a ball and shivered on the floor.

Ryan stepped forward at the same time Matt held his arms out to her. Their forms distorted as moisture filled her eyes. Temptation to accept Matt’s offer—huddle in his embrace and be toted away—poisoned her sense of self.

“Leave her.” Jeremy’s steely tone brooked no arguments.

“JRad—” Clint would have had more luck bargaining with a suicide bomber.

“No. She’ll walk out on her own or she’ll lie here all night. Alone.”

“What the fuck?” Matt whipped around, glaring at his friend and supposed boss.

Shit.
If Morselli suspected their ruse, the men, including Jeremy, would find themselves quickly destroyed. For making a fool of Tony, they’d suffer before he had them killed.

She wouldn’t allow them to be hurt because of her.

Lily bit her lip to keep from crying out when her muscles protested her third attempt at rising. Her knees gave out, banging into the unforgiving surface of the stage. The bruising force cleared her mind some. She managed to stay upright, kneeling. She stared into the warm depths of Jeremy’s eyes as she forced her limp body to obey through sheer determination.

Planting her right foot on the floor, she never broke the connection between her gaze and Jeremy’s stare. He nodded when she transferred her weight and lurched upward, swaying. She waved off all of the helping hands extended in her direction. The slap of her left sole on the floor sounded like a gunshot in her mind. Every cell of her brain concentrated on battling the flashes of light threatening her balance.

If she fell, she’d never recover.

She leaned forward, shifting her weight then staggering onto her extended leg.

The first step was the hardest.

By the fourth and fifth, a smile formed on her lips. Her shoulders spread back and wide, at least as far as her frame would allow. She may have given her physical form to these men to enjoy for an hour or two. None of them affected her soul.

Well, maybe one.

Jeremy nodded when she drew up in front of him. Toe to toe, she had to incur a drastic bend in her neck to maintain their line of sight. It was worth the crick to catch a glimpse of his approval and admiration.

“That’s right.” He held out his hand to her. “We’ll walk together.”

“Let me carry—”

Jeremy cut Ben off. “No.”

She smiled. “Thank you, sir.”

He nodded. “Any time.”

Ryan steadied her while Clint slipped the robe on her shaky body. He bundled her in the soft fabric then cinched the belt. The tie clasping her waist drew a shimmer of pleasure from her belly. Son of a bitch, no wonder people got so addicted to this garbage.

Jeremy linked their fingers as he turned. He tempered his long strides, moderating his pace so she had a chance of making it at least out of the public venue. Whistles, claps and cheers filled the enormous space like thunder on a sultry summer night as the entourage retreated. They’d nearly reached the passage leading to the main hallway when Jeremy glanced at Morselli over his shoulder, not pausing.

“I’m taking these two with us.” He motioned with his chin to Ryan and Ben. “They belong to Lily now. She’s earned their loyalty. Have their belongings transferred to the wing housing her subs and her things delivered to my suites while we’re touring the facilities tomorrow afternoon.”

Morselli didn’t dare object. Arguing in front of so many would have tarnished his already battered reputation. “Of course. Consider them my gift to you both in honor of our
partnership
. I’m sure many would love to try a little of the magic behind Mistress Lily’s performance tonight. If it can do that for her, imagine what it could do for them.”

The slimy bastard twisted their priceless experience into an infomercial.

Jeremy’s thumb rubbed the scalloped ridge of her knuckles when she tensed, squeezing his fingers. The pressure of her front teeth on her lip would probably leave indentations. At least she prevented herself from ruining everything for the fleeting satisfaction it would bring to call the bastard out.

As soon as they crossed through the grand archway and angled toward their living space, the noise and activity died down. All of the staff attended to the guests and ensured Morselli’s party concluded to his satisfaction.

“Clint, take the lead. You remember the way back?”

“Yeah. I’ve got it, JRad.” He passed easily by the couple, who walked side by side in the wide thoroughfare. If he’d so much as brushed Lily, she might have tipped.

Ryan drew near, staying close to her side. He lagged a step behind her and Jeremy. Ben mirrored him off Jeremy’s opposite shoulder. Matt trailed them all, bringing up the rear.

“You’re doing great.” Jeremy draped his arm around her waist, bearing nearly all of her weight now that they were alone. Mostly. “Keep going. Force some more of that crap out of your bloodstream.”

“Feel better.” She couldn’t manage more through her gritted teeth. Absorbed with maintaining her balance, she banished the lure of his skin pressed so close to hers. Friction rubbed the tops of her thighs together, threatening to reignite the embers glowing there.

She refused to indulge the lingering symptoms.

“Liar.”

The walk to their quarters lasted at least triple the time it’d taken her to march into Morselli’s clutches this afternoon, bold yet ignorant of what he had in store for her. Though the day had taken its toll, she wouldn’t change a single thing.

“So many saved.” Lily didn’t realize she’d whispered aloud until Jeremy swooped in and kissed her. If he hadn’t braced her, she would have fallen flat on her ass. The succulence of his parted lips drove everything but the taste of him from her mind.

After several nibbles he glided over to tease the lobe of her ear. “Not out here. Almost home, okay?”

She blinked up at him.

“I can see the lobby of JRad’s apartment,” Clint called out.

“A few more steps.” He encouraged her when she thought she had nothing left to give. “You have it now. Count them out. Focus.”

“One…” She channeled her energy into naming each motion. Before they hit double digits, he unlocked the door to his private space.

“Ryan, Ben, are you able to stay out here tonight?”

“Whatever she needs, we’ll do,” Ryan spoke for them both.