by Tl Reeve
Fuck her. Hard and fast.
Scotty grinned. Yes, Master.
Thomas shook his head. Call me, Daddy.
The tingling fingers of pleasure spread through her body. Who knew she’d be the one to get off on calling Thomas Daddy, let alone when he said it? Fuck, it was like liquid bliss coating her in blanket of warmth. He gave her a security she’d been yearning for, since she’d lost everything, including her innocence.
Daddy. Scotty smirked. Got it, pops.
Thomas shook his head but laughed. I should take you over my knee.
AJ hummed in approval. The idea of watching Thomas spank Scotty turned her on. Though she knew the truth about Scotty, something about those two men had her yearning for more. To see what would happen again, if they were given the chance. Would it be like the night Thomas jerked Scotty off? Or, would they go further? She shivered.
What are you thinking about, baby girl?
You and Scotty.
He groaned. What were we doing?
Heat filled her cheeks. You jerked him off.
Scotty positioned himself behind her, while Thomas released his dick from his pants. The thick length twitched in his hand and a pearl of precum formed at his tip while he stroked himself. Her mouth watered. She wanted him. All three of them needed this moment. To her, it was a redo of the night in the hotel, now however, she was stronger. She wouldn’t allow the memories of her past to interfere with her future.
Come closer, baby girl. Thomas crooked his finger at her.
She crawled to him and he let loose with a pained sound. The expression on his face was a mix of pride and gratification. Behind her, Scotty palmed her rear, squeezing the globe. A cry fell from her lips. Both men were visually and physically stimulating her. The anticipation filling her became expectancy. She clung to each of their movements, hoping they’d give her what she needed—both of them.
Fuck her, Scotty. Thomas stared down at her. Suck me, beautiful.
She wrapped her lips around his tip at the same moment Scotty filled her. She cried out, shaking from the violent orgasm sparking through her body. Scotty pressed his forehead to her spine and groaned. In all the years she’d known him, he barely vocalized anything. This... this sound of pain twisted with pleasure satisfied her. She grinned. She enjoyed the fact she could make him, and Thomas, lose control.
Scotty’s thrusts were short and hard, causing her to take more of Thomas’ cock into her mouth. The man gripped her hair, guiding her over him. His thrusts were counter to Scotty’s. The stimulation left her reeling. All of her control had been taken away and she loved it. She gave over to both men, going pliant, allowing them to use her as they saw fit.
Thomas moaned again. He caressed the line of her jaw with the pad of his thumb, adding another layer to what she was feeling. There was love there. She could sense it. AJ clung to it, desperate, she realized, for it. She wanted this man who fucked her mouth with languid strokes to love her as much as she loved Scotty and Thomas.
Your mouth feels so good, baby girl. Thomas stared down at her in adoration. You’re going to swallow all of my cum, aren’t you?
She nodded and signed, yes. Her eyes fluttered shut as the coil of pleasure in her belly tightened. As much as she paid attention to Thomas, she focused on Scotty, too. The last time they were together, she’d been too stuck in her thoughts. She enjoyed it, sure, but didn’t. She’d been worried and anxious. Confused by the way she responded to both men and then... She mentally shook her head. No more. You deserve to be happy, she reminded herself. Her happiness involved both men. Like Murray said, they’d figure it all out together.
Thomas hummed and Scotty’s fingertips dug into her hips. Pride filled her at the thought of wearing his marks. Thomas scraped her scalp as his grip tightened in her hair. She moaned around him, feeling her release building within her. Between the two of them, there was no way she could control her body’s response. She peered up at him as he signed, come.
Her climax stole her ability to breathe.
Scotty cried out behind her, slamming into her twice more before he, too, orgasmed. The pulse of his dick emptying his seed into her, triggered a mini-climax. It was hot as hell and so fucking good. She wanted to stay as she was forever. She didn’t want to return to the party. She wanted them to grab Scotty and run. However, they couldn’t.
Thomas tapped her cheek and she looked up at him. Swallow it all, baby girl. He grunted. Then the salty blast of his release hit her tongue, and she trembled swallowing it down while he throbbed in her mouth. She couldn’t move as they held her between them. The moment was perfect, even if they were inside some fucked-up club trying to take down a cartel.
A knock came at the door, breaking the intimate moment. Thomas pulled from her mouth and stood. After stuffing himself back into his pants and zipping up, he went to the door. Scotty and she didn’t move. He clung to her, pressing his cheek to her shoulder. It was as if he let go of her, she’d disappear. She wondered what happened to Scotty while he was there to make him act in such a manner. Then she feared they made a mistake with their little performance. Had they hurt him?
“It’s time,” the man who’d led them to Scotty said. “The auction starts in ten minutes.”
AJ peered up at the door. Oscar appeared disheveled. His tie was crooked. His face was flushed and like them, appeared thoroughly fucked. Yet, the compressed set of his mouth and the tense lines around his eyes said differently. It didn’t make sense to her. What were they missing?
“Is there a way to buy this sub without having to attend the auction?” Thomas asked. “I am willing to give two hundred thousand for him.”
Scotty finally pulled from her and she hated the loss of his body pressed to hers. She glanced over her shoulder and watched as her best friend began to redress. His breath came in hitched inhales. Shit. They’d been so caught up in the moment, she forgot about the bruises and the fact he’d been hurt. AJ grabbed Scotty and forced him to sit on the bed then proceeded to help him redress, it was the least she could do.
“Pay outright, huh,” the man said, scrubbing his bald head. “I can ask Jefe.”
“Do so,” Thomas said. “We’ll be out in a minute. The boy doesn’t leave my side, though, understand?”
The man nodded. “Understood.”
Thomas closed the door then came back over to them. Bought some time. Almost ready?
AJ slipped into her dress after putting her panties back on. Zip me?
Thomas turned her and finished closing her dress then pressed a kiss to the nape of her neck. “There.” His words were a whispered caress across her skin. He spun her, so she faced him. Ready?
She nodded. Yes. She then pointed to Scotty. Be careful. Pain.
Thomas grunted. Understood. He helped Scotty to his feet then braced Scotty against him. Act casual.
Easy for him to say. Do you think they’ll take your payment?
The corner of Thomas’ mouth kicked upward. They’d be stupid not to.
Thomas forgot himself and allowed the moment to carry him away. He’d also forgotten he had a comm in his ear as he figured Amelia did as well. He waited for the smart-aleck remarks from Noah or Duncan, but when none came, he opened the door. The hallway was clear of foot traffic, no sounds came from the other rooms, which could mean one of a few things. They were empty or soundproof or no one made a special trip to the rooms. The third option didn’t sit well with him, especially if they were for the VIP members. Patrons, after all, were supposed to try out their new toys. The rooms gave them that ability.
He led Scotty and Amelia down the corridor and around the bend to the main area of the club. Seeing the condition Scotty had been in when he’d undressed solidified everything for Thomas. He couldn’t knowingly leave Scotty in the room while they waited for his lot number to appear for the auction, he also couldn’t allow anyone to bid on Scotty. There were too many variables now. Too many scenarios where everything could go to shit before the breach. If they wa
nted to get out as a unit, he had to nudge them in a new direction.
It also meant telling the others about his plan—if he could find them. As it stood, neither Jaqueline and Murray nor Hannah and Christian were in the mix of people out on the main floor of the club. Neither was Luca. Anxious energy twisted his insides. The plan would only work if they were all together. The chances of being caught were doubled the minute they got separated.
Then he remembered what Miguel had said; like Scotty, they were in the rooms. Could that be why the area had been so quiet? They were trying to prepare Hannah and Christian for what would come next?
Thomas glanced at his watch. The auction would be starting shortly. All of those who’d been playing in the open area were curiously absent. The music changed to classical, adding to the subtle change in the atmosphere. The furniture had been replaced by folding chairs and a small platform was set up along the back wall of the first floor. Thomas steered AJ and Scotty over to three chairs near the back, closest to the exit. With Scotty’s injuries, it was for the best if they made the quickest exit.
“Did you have fun?” Noah voice filled the comms in Thomas’ ear. “I bet you did. Kinky bastard.”
Thomas couldn’t say shit, thankfully. The ribbing he’d observed from the other members of the team during the situation with Mateo led Thomas to believe it was some kind of rite of passage. A hazing of sorts, though at the most inopportune time. He cleared his throat and got comfortable in his seat, making sure to keep his hands on both Scotty and Amelia.
“Look, things are good to go on our end. Everyone is in position,” Noah said. “We’ll give you the countdown, so you can brace.”
Thomas cleared his throat again and patted his chest when one of Raul’s men stared at him.
Across the room from where they sat, he spotted Luca, his date and Jaqueline’s brother, Christian. The boy appeared uncomfortable and a bit afraid. He could only imagine what the poor boy had been through in the time he’d spent trapped in the club. Luca, though, took the boy’s apprehension in stride. He was being gentle, almost doting on Christian, like he would a child. He took to heart AJ’s words, though. If she didn’t trust Luca, he wouldn’t, either, until the time to believe otherwise.
He spied another glance at Christian. The boy was muscular, a hair taller than Luca, but carried himself as though he were half Luca’s size. His hands were folded in front of him and his brown hair had been shaved almost to the skull. He wore the same kind of suit Scotty did and it, too, clung to the boy’s body in a lewd manner. The submissive with Luca stared at Christian as if she meant to eat him alive, while Luca appeared oblivious to the woman’s attention to the boy.
A few moments later, Murray appeared at the lip of the VIP area. Like Thomas, Jaqueline used a chain on Murray’s collar, while also having one attached to Hannah’s. Behind them, Santiago. He had a curious expression on his face. A mix between protectiveness and possessiveness. The man kept his hand on Hannah’s shoulder, and Thomas wondered if he’d given himself away to Murray and Jaqueline. Like Thomas, each group took their seat toward the back of the seating area. The comm in his ear clicked three times, signaling the ten minute countdown.
It was risky making it so short, but after the first few auctions recorded by the devices in their ears, it was all the proof they’d need to take Raul down. The lights dimmed and a spotlight appeared on the stage in front of them. A man, not Raul, who they’d all suspected would be running the auction, appeared. He wore a tailored suit, cowboy hat, and ostrich-skin boots. When he smiled, greeting everyone, the light glinted off his gold tooth and the diamond within it.
The man spoke in rapid fire Spanish and Thomas was glad he could follow along. Three of the auction lots were bought and paid for, which meant there were only four submissives up for bids. A piece of Thomas settled. With Scotty, Hannah, and Christian safe, or at least he hoped, safe, they could concentrate on the others. Ten minutes was all they would need, after all.
Miguel stood at the end of the row and handed Thomas a paddle with a number on it, then moved to the next person in front of him. Along with Miguel there were three other men handing out the same type of paddle only with different numbers on it. When those Doms who wished to bid saw a lot they liked, they raised their indicator to have their bid recorded, just like a regular auction.
The first submissive stepped on stage and Scotty sucked in a breath. Thomas glanced at him then sighed, Do you know her?
Scotty nodded. She likes this too much. Thinks she one of them.
Trouble? Thomas questioned.
Maybe. Snitch. Forces herself onto men. Women. Specially newbies. Scotty shivered.
Did she hurt you? Rage flared to life in Amelia’s eyes, and it was a sight to behold when it wasn’t used against Thomas or Scotty. Did she touch you?
Scotty frowned. Yes.
She’s dead. Amelia’s curled her hands into fists.
Thomas placed his hand on hers and shook his head. Now wasn’t the time to go losing herself to the rage. He understood how she felt. The burning desire to rip those who’d hurt her family to pieces. To crush them under her palm in hopes they felt an ounce or a drop of the pain she or Scotty felt. It consumed him as well, though he’d hidden it from her. Or at least he’d tried to.
Steady. He squeezed her clenched fist.
Scotty placed his hand over Thomas’. Steady. GTG.
Amelia nodded and sniffled.
As the auction went on the amount for the girl who stood on stage went higher, until finally a man and woman in the front row won the lot. A round of applause filled the room as the girl stepped off the stage and went to her knees before her Dom. This, woman, this girl, appeared quite smitten with herself and the man. The idea of her, a girl with Downs Syndrome being able to consent to such a relationship churned Thomas’ gut. She couldn’t understand the full ramifications of agreeing to be with two people for as long as they wanted her and, most likely, broke her.
He shook his head as the auctioneer reset the stage then began again, this time with a man who had a withered arm. Sitting there, not stopping the charade, would be a test of his endurance. For him, ten minutes was a lifetime. For them, everything ended in a matter of seconds. As the auctioneer introduced the man to those who were waiting to bid, Noah cursed in his ear.
“Br—”
The walls around them shook and the room went dark.
Chapter 11
Brilliant bright light filled the room before it vibrated. It took only a second for Scotty to understand what was happening. They’d gone over this plan minimally before they left Virginia Beach. But, it was too soon. Way too soon. Again, the building shook and debris from the ceiling fell on him. What the fuck were they trying to do, bring the structure down on them?
Another flash of light caught his attention seconds before he felt the reverberations in his chest. He shut his eyes; grateful he didn’t have to worry about his ears. Shit, not good. He had to grab AJ and make a run for it. If they meant to go out the front, they were fucked. Two Bearcats were blocking the entrance. The throng of people pressed against the tunnel they’d exited from onto the main floor along with a secondary door to the left was jammed.
He stood then desperate to find AJ but lost his glasses when a third blast hit the building. By now, he figured, his glasses were already thrashed. He was fucked. He crawled across the ground, trying to find the red dress AJ had been wearing. If he could see the blob of her dress, he’d find the others. Instead, he wandered aimlessly, a liability to all of them. A spark of light caught his attention. He couldn’t make it out clearly but what he saw, had his stomach dropping. Someone was firing at them. Backed up as the people were, it would be like shooting fish in a barrel.
He had to take cover. Torn between saving his ass and catching up to the others, he chose to move away from the jam-packed areas. He stayed on the floor, making himself as small as possible. When his hand landed on the small stage, he continued around it until a han
d landed on his shoulder. Scotty froze. Without his glasses he couldn’t see who was with him. The person crawled closer to him then placed their hand in his palm.
H A N N A H.
He gripped her hand in relief. Where is Christian?
She took his palm and spelled out, With me. Lost chair. Brother gone. Scared.
Him, too. I’ll protect you. Come. He motioned them forward. He had to hide them. He couldn’t allow them to be taken again. If they lost Hannah and Christian, he feared they’d never find them again. Raul would see to it.
He caught the blobbed spark of light out of the corner of his eye before searing pain tore through his leg. He cried out, but he couldn’t stop. He had to protect them. Had to keep all of them safe. It was his job now. He had faith in his team. They’d find them. He hid them behind the rise of the stage and winced at the intense agony ripping through his calf.
Hannah was signing against his hand once more and he smirked, even as he felt as though his whole leg would fall off. You’re shot. Leg. Bleeding.
Calf. Hurts like a bitch. Good to go, though. Christian?
A thicker, bigger hand landed in his and spelled, Here.
Thank fuck. Scotty closed his eyes. Stay down. Don’t move. Help coming. We won’t leave a man behind.
Loud, Christian spelled in Scotty’s palm.
I know. Be brave. Be over soon. Real soon. Scotty’s heart hammered. His body felt heavy and his lungs ached. He was losing too much blood. He had to tie off the wound in his leg. Staunch the bleeding. Before he could ask for help, he felt the pressure of a band being cinched down. Hannah. Her delicate touch was juxtaposed to her strength as she placed something over his wound. She squeezed his thigh to let him know she was still there. He smirked. God, she was an amazing person. If Murray was half the man, she was as a woman, her brother had done an amazing job raising her.
The club shook again, and Scotty closed his eyes. Fuck, he hoped Thomas, or someone found him before it came down around them. Then, the thought hit him. Maybe destroying the building had been Federales plan all along—cover up the atrocities that happened there. Bury what went on within those four walls.
