by Simon Archer
The assholes would have broken some tanks and killed some fish if not for the fact their bullets didn’t go three feet from the barrels. As I crossed the distance to them, the bullets and guns both flew from their hands, trapped in Kristen’s magnetic force as they floated in the air next to her.
The goons only had time to gape as I drove into them. I stiff-armed one to throw him to the ground then spun around on his buddy with an elbow smash to his face. The splintering of the cartilage in his nose sent him into shock as blood soaked into the ski-mask, and as he fell back, I stomped hard on the chest of the fallen thug at my feet. Not hard enough to kill him or anything, but plenty hard enough to crack some bones and keep him down.
Mr. Skinny, also bereft of his gun at this point, stared at me, his entire lanky form starting to shiver in fear. “Holy shit… you’re… you’re Nick Gateon!” he cried out. “The Delgado winner, that big new hero trainee… Lord Inferno’s son.”
I nodded as I squared up my fighting stance. “That’s me.” I nodded toward the bag he still had clutched in his hands. “So… with that in mind, are you going to hand that money back to that poor teller here and surrender peacefully? Or do we have to do this the hard way?” I glanced down at his friends. “Well, hard for you, anyway.”
Needless to say, he capitulated almost immediately.
After receiving the praise of the shop owners, the people there, and the police who picked up the three hapless robbers, we were racing the clock to get back to Kara’s new room with our big surprise.
Kristen carefully held the container that kept the puffer safe as we made our way back to campus. Andie and Kara were already there with Eric, who was helping to set up the room. They’d just gotten a brand new king-size mattress squeezed in and were making up the bed when Kristen showed up holding the puffer container. I followed behind with a tank for him.
Kara’s ice blue eyes flew wide open, and she bounced on her heels like a child. She squealed with excitement. “Oh my god, you didn’t!” Her hand flew to her mouth in astonishment.
“He did.” Kristen jutted her chin my way, and I barely had time to set the tank down before I was tackled by one of Kara’s flying hugs.
Her arms squeezed around my neck, and she jumped up to kiss me on the cheek.
“Thankyouthankyouthankyou!!” Kara squealed.
“Breathe.” I gently placed my hands on her shoulders and parted us enough so that I could catch her eyes with mine. I could live off that happiness, let it sustain me for the rest of my life. At least, that was the general plan. “You’re welcome, my love.”
“Nick, I--”
I kissed her on the nose without warning, and she giggled and squirmed away from me. She made her way over to Kristen and took the puffer from her with a delighted smile. The little guy wasn’t happy with all the ruckus, but he did peer up at Kara with wide, curious eyes.
“He’s so lovely!”
Kara’s bounce for joy was infectious, and soon enough, Eric and Andie were doing the same. They each set up the three tanks carefully, taking more time with the salt water to balance it correctly. We set up all the fish to acclimate into their new homes. Cheesecake, the pretty blue betta fish I had won for her that fateful day at the carnival, was especially grumpy and repeatedly bumped his nose against the plastic bag while glaring at all of us from his smaller tank.
We hardly noticed. It was near nighttime now, and both Andie and Kara were eyeing me very, very hungrily. They’d been waiting long enough, it seemed.
Kristen caught the glances and waved towards the door. She jabbed her thumb at Eric. “Come with me, Sparkles. I’m gonna get us some burgers.”
Eric didn’t realize that she was pulling him free for a reason and whined, “I don’t want a burger.”
“Salad, then,” she huffed in frustration. “I forgot you’re a vegan.”
“Nuh-uh!” I didn’t know Eric was anything other than a doofus, but then he protested, “I just like fruits and veggies, that’s all!”
“So, you’re not a vegan?”
“No! What about a pizza? I like pizza.”
“Fine, we’ll get some pizza--”
“A cheese pizza!”
“I thought you weren’t--”
“Actually,” Eric tapped his chin in thought. “I’m feeling a sub. There a sandwich shop nearby?”
“Come.”
He scrambled forth at her bark, and the two vanished a moment later. Despite her words about returning with food, I knew they wouldn’t be back the rest of the night. I kissed Kara’s nose again and then met Andie’s dark eyes.
Her voice was husky when she asked, “Is it playtime yet?”
“Did you bring the chest?”
“I did,” Kara beamed. “You wanna see?”
“Yeah. I wanna see.”
7
Andie had painted a mural on every wall of Kara’s new dorm, with Gemma’s permission, of course, to look like the bottom of an ocean. Fish of impossible colors, shapes, and sizes swam along the walls, ducking in and out of seaweed and around sharp splashes of coral. They dashed out into the shadows of a dark sea, only to be eaten by the menacing sharks that waited there. The ceiling was painted to look like water from underneath, and three massive sea turtles were skating across the surface. We could only see the bottom of their pale bellies as they as peeked above the water towards some blurry figure we couldn’t perceive.
Kara studied the mural very carefully while Andie dove deep between her legs. Each of the three turtles was a subtly different shade, red, blue, and gold.
“Mm… are they… are they supposed to--s-supposed t-to be--oh! Oh, my god!”
“Kara, focus,” I admonished. I didn’t look at either of them. I was sorting through the chest of wonders that Kara had brought earlier and was wondering exactly which lesson I was going to enforce today. “Tell me about the ceiling.”
“But I’m--”
“Not yet.”
“No, really, I’m--”
“Not yet,” I growled. “That’s mine, and you don’t have permission yet.”
“O-Oh, god.”
“You’ll be okay, my love. Just behave.”
Andie was doing her best to make that order utterly impossible to follow. I smiled at the little growl between Kara’s legs as I combed through their chest of toys. Kara whimpered in frustration, but she didn’t insist that Andie stop. And why would she? If Andie forced her to break my order, she’d pay for it herself. It had been a game we’d played many times already, and part of me was hoping she’d follow through with it. It had been a while since I’d pushed anything beyond basic tension and a few dirty remarks.
True to her word, Kara had been busy. There were phallic shapes of many different sizes and colors in the box, as well as remotes and gadgets that went along with several of them. I pulled out one with red polka dots. It was massive and came with an internal vibrator, but was perhaps a bit too enthusiastic for tonight.
They needed to be able to walk tomorrow.
“Uh… um… mn, I’m gonna--”
“No, you’re not,” I said calmly. I put the polka dots back in the box and rustled through the other toys until I spotted a pretty purple egg. “Andie. You know the rules.”
Andie whined and didn’t get up. Instead, I suspected her tongue stretched to impossible lengths inside of Kara because the redhead shrieked with pleasure and sank a little further into the mattress. Kara was looking up at the ceiling with a blank expression, and the mural was long gone from her mind.
“A-Andie--”
Kara whined, thrashed in the bed like a rabid animal, and then came. It was impossible for her to resist. I watched the shudder take over her body and smiled. Andie sat up looking smug, her chin shiny. I pulled her close with a kiss and tasted Kara on her tongue.
“That was very naughty,” I whispered as we parted. Kara was panting in the background, slowly recovering from what I knew to be one of the best oral in the city. Possibly the world. Ge
ntly, I traced a finger between Andie’s legs and frowned at her. She was still wearing her pants, but that would have to be rectified soon. Or rather, temporarily. “You know I wanted to savor that.”
Andie tried to thrust against my finger, but I pulled it away and tutted. I chose a simple pink egg vibrator and handed it to her. “Put that in,” I ordered, in a tone that brooked no argument, “and then keep your pants on.”
Andie’s expression was as nervous as it was hungry. She climbed onto the bed, carefully dropped her pants to her knees, and then held the egg with a frown.
“You’re not going to do it yourself?”
“You’ve got two perfectly good hands.” I smiled. “You can handle it.”
“But--”
“I’ll touch you when you’ve earned the favor again, Andie. Don’t worry.”
With a low whimper, the pink egg disappeared between her legs. I waited until her pants were back on before I started the vibrator on a low setting. The remote was small, black, and discreet like many others Kara designed. Andie jumped when the vibration started, but ignored it and quietly handed the remote to Kara.
Kara wasn’t so nice. She turned it all the way up, and Andie did a little bounce on the bed that was very, very adorable. “You shouldn’t have done that,” Kara admonished as she carefully started gathering her pants. I shook my head and took them away again, my expression dark.
“No. Play with her for a bit. I’m hungry.”
“O-Oh,” the redhead stuttered. Then she grinned. “Okay.”
I couldn’t wait long after hearing her and Andie go at it like that. I was good at pretending, but there was only so much pretending I could actually do, and I was pretty sure I’d lost my mind as soon as I had Kara in my hands. Seconds after announcing my intentions, I was deep inside of her. Kara moaned. She was very slick and warm after Andie’s little bout of foreplay. I saw Kara play with the dials on her remote as I settled deep inside of her, and Andie’s resulting whimper of torment was delicious.
Kara and I met eyes. Hers were a dark ocean blue, wide and desperate for attention. Even though she’d just found release at Andie’s hand--or tongue, rather--it was apparent she was ready to go again. I could feel it in the trembling of her thighs, and the short little gasp when I began to move.
Her hands flew up to my shoulders, and she gripped them tight. Tipping her head back, she moaned loudly. It became obvious she’d left Andie on a high setting because Andie then did the same.
I leaned close to Kara’s left ear and whispered, “What’s the most you’ve ever come in one night?”
It took Kara a long time to answer, too distracted by the slow, steady pace I was managing. The pace was driving me mad just as much as her, but that was more or less the point. When she didn’t answer, I gently slapped the side of her cheek.
“C’mon, baby. Tell me how many.”
“I-I don’t know,” she gasped, her eyes wide and distant as she struggled impossible calculations.
“Well, I guess we’ll just have to find out.” I paused for a second to glance at Andie with a cruel little smile. She was struggling not to shove her hands down her pants, but at least she’d obeyed on that front. “Come without my permission, and I won’t let you do it for a week.”
I took the remote from Kara’s hand and showed it to her. It took her a moment to focus on it, too distracted by the vibrations between her legs. “Beg me to stop it, and I might have a little bit of mercy.”
“N-Nick--”
“That’s not begging, is it?”
I used the remote to turn the vibrations on random. They’d go up and down at intervals unpredictably, just to drive her a little more insane. Setting it safely on the table, my gaze focused back on the redhead underneath me. Her eyes were hungry pools of ice. Neither had truly seen me dominant before, but I was in a mood… it had been too long, and the World’s Finest had me nervous. To be honest, I had no intention of actually making Andie suffer for a week, but it felt good to pretend, and she didn’t have to know that. I just wanted to sink into a different world for a few minutes. For a few hours, if I was lucky.
“I love you both,” I whispered, caught by Kara’s gaze. “I’m such a lucky man.”
“Yes, you are,” she smiled back. “Now please start fucking me in earnest. If I have to beg, I’m going to be grumpy about it.”
“So pushy today.”
I glanced over at Andie while I started moving a bit quicker than before. My hands fell into Kara’s hair, and she moaned when I pulled a little. My own pleasure was already spiraling, and it wouldn’t be long before I lost myself.
Andie’s eyes were blown wide open, and she squirmed in the bedside us. Whining in frustration, she squeezed her thighs together, and her lower lip parted for a quiet gasp.
“Not about to come, are you? I believe I said--”
“N-Nick, I--”
“You’re not allowed. That means you’ll have to stop the vibrator. The problem is, I seem to have it on the bed table. You want it to stop, you beg me.”
“I-I--”
“C’mon, Andie. You can do it.”
It seemed she wanted to wait a little longer. I focused on Kara instead and picked up the pace once again. Kara whined in time with Andie, and the two of them were a bit of a mess as I took exactly what I wanted.
Kara’s fingernails found my back as she climbed for the second time. With a sharp cry, she came, and I followed her through her twitching, trembling mess. I cried out as well, and I heard Andie whine in frustration that she didn’t follow through. Flopping down next to Kara, I gasped, “You okay?”
“Yeah. Andie’s not, but I’m good.”
I chuckled. I fetched a towel we’d prepared earlier and handed it to Kara to help clean a little. Then I snatched the remote. Myself entirely naked, and she entirely clothed, it was a wonder I’d still managed to intimidate her. She wouldn’t meet my eyes, but it was obvious she still hadn’t come.
“Not in the begging mood tonight. I guess I can respect that.”
I turned the vibrator down to its lowest setting and stood up with a clap of my hands. I was chipper now. Nothing like a good romp to get the blood flowing.
“Good thing Andie’s already dressed because we’re going out.”
“O-Out?” Andie wasn’t happy about this, and the blush on her face grew a deeper crimson. “B-But I--”
She was cut off when I turned the vibrator up and down at random. It was like I had a little puppet to play with, and it amused me perhaps a bit more than it should have.
Turning the vibrator off entirely, I let her hang right on the cusp of orgasm and forced her to calm down again. At this point, it looked like Andie was going to cry. Her brown eyes were wet and desperate, eager for something she wasn’t quite ready to demand. Her fingers shaking a little, she reached for me.
I answered that request and kissed her softly. It was a slow and tender thing, to make it known I was only playing. I’d never actually be mad at either of them, that was never the point of any of this.
When we parted, I looked deep into her eyes and searched for any sign of real distress. I didn’t find any, but I still whispered, “How are you doing?”
“Horny.” Andie frowned back at me. “You’re not really gonna make me wait a week, are you?”
My grin was full of teeth. “I don’t know. I haven’t decided yet.”
Which was a lie, because of course, I had no intention of doing that. It was one thing to play a bit and force her to be on the edge during training or a lunch break. It was an entirely different thing to risk the World’s Finest. I wanted everyone focused for the days to come. Considering that Andie was our defense, that meant she had to be on her A-game more than most.
Still, her little whimper of unhappiness was very satisfying. I turned from her to put on some clothes. Kara did the same, and a few minutes later, we were leaving the apartment to head into town. I really was hungry, having not eaten all day, even with the exerti
on of the earlier move. There was an old burger place near Andie’s apartment, and we walked there even though it was night, and that was probably the worst time for crime around her.
I’d laugh if we had to fight off a mugger while Andie was still sporting the earlier egg. Nothing actually happened, however. I walked between both girls, holding Kara’s hand while I pulled Andie close with an arm around her shoulder.
“Headed to Burger Palace. Got any preferences?”
“I’m starving,” Kara said. “The biggest, baddest, greasiest thing on the menu for me.”
I gently rubbed Andie’s shoulder and asked, “And you?”
When she didn’t immediately answer, I let go of Kara’s hand to slip her the remote. Kara decided to toy with Andie a little more and pressed a button that made her jolt more fully into my arms.
“Y-Yeah, I’m pretty hungry.”
“Of course you are,” I laughed, and kissed her forehead.
By the time we made to the ‘palace,’ Andie was a quivering mess again. I held her firmly with one arm as I scanned the orders. Taking pity on her, I ordered Andie’s meal without demanding a request, knowing she’d probably grab the chicken anyway. Andie hid her face in my collar and tried not to make any obscene noises.
Kara was a bit of a cruel mistress, it seemed, and was really putting that theory to the test. Her smile was wide and innocent when the cashier complimented Kara on her hair.
“Nice red,” he said. He was a greasy teen boy just out of high school, and while it was clear that his eyes had settled on Kara’s breasts, he did make an effort to steer the conversation away from blatant flirting. He probably didn’t think we were each a couple, because it wasn’t like polys were common anywhere, let alone in Alexandria.
“My sister’s a redhead too,” he went on. He only realized it was a creepy remark a moment later when he paled and shoved the change at Kara with an unhappy twist of his lips.
“Thanks,” Kara said, utterly chipper. She snatched my hand and held it, giving the boy a pointed look.
His eyes flew wide open, and then he looked at me like I was some sort of hero. I mean, technically I was, but not the kind of hero he was currently implying.
