by Jo Davis
“You two are getting pretty chummy over here,” Lan teased. “Is this a hen party, or can the roosters play, too?”
“Hmm. Depends on how the cock is willing to play,” Nicole quipped. “Naughty or nice?”
The men laughed, and Blaze elbowed Lan. “I think our ladies have had too much time on their hands, sitting over here drinking and getting full of themselves. What do you think?”
“I believe you’re right, my new friend. I think it’s time to remind our beauties who their masters are, employ a bit of discipline. What do you think?”
“The best idea I’ve heard all day,” Blaze said, leering at Emma like a hungry wolf. “Do you want to get rooms in the back?”
Emma’s nipples perked under his attention, knowing she was in for it tonight.
“I’ve got a better idea. Why don’t you both come with us to my house, join us for a nightcap?” Lan suggested. “Then we can go from there.”
“We’d love to, thank you,” Blaze said, accepting for them both. He appeared excited by the prospect, and not simply because it was a good idea to get inside one of the investors’ homes and look for clues.
No, she had a feeling his reasons were far more carnal in nature and would involve getting naked as soon as possible. She had to admit the prospect of playing with the gorgeous couple revved her libido into overdrive.
“Follow us, then. It’s not too far from here.” With a wink, Lan helped Nicole from her stool and laid an arm protectively about her shoulders, leading her toward the exit.
Blaze took Emma’s hand and tugged her along, outside and to the car. Once safely buckled in and on the road, Emma turned to him.
“Kosta! What a chauvinist pig, sending us off with a pat on our heads while the ‘big men’ discussed business. Boy, that tweaks my titties!”
He snorted. “I’ll be the judge of that.” At her murderous glare, he relented. “Sorry, baby. He’s an arrogant prick, I agree. But remember, we’re in his camp, so we play by his rules. For now.”
“I know. Give me the rundown. Your impressions?” The recap was as much for Ozzie and Willis, who were listening as always.
“He and Meyer were talking up their plan to start an arena football team, which is going to require millions. Strangely enough, I’m leaning toward that one being on the level.” He entered the freeway behind Lan as he continued. “The other is investing in coffee and soybeans. After the glamorous lure of being a team owner, I think the boring product investment is a clever scam.”
“That would make sense. When the coffee beans and soybeans don’t pan out and the football team does, their mark will be so dazzled he won’t care. Hell, if he has that much money, he won’t miss it and might even make some off the team eventually.”
“In which case they hit him up to invest in something else. After all, they’ve gained his confidence, and he’ll be willing to shell out more. They get to keep the symbiotic relationship going without the mark getting suspicious for years, if ever.”
“And meanwhile, they’re funneling the mark’s ‘bad investment’ into the Liberation terrorists’ fund. Damn, they’re good.”
“Yes, they are.”
“I think Lan is innocent, Blaze,” she said earnestly. “Every instinct is screaming that this man is a mark, not their partner, and has no idea about the Liberation group.”
“I agree.” He fell silent for a moment. “What about Nicole? Where do you believe she fits in?”
“I’m not sure, but unless she’s a really good actress, she loathes Kosta and Meyer by her own admission and doesn’t want Lan having anything to do with them. But she claims she can’t stop him from doing what he wants.”
“Well, she can’t really, if his mind is made up.”
“Yes, but there’s more—I feel it. There’s more to her than meets the eye, but I don’t get the sense that she’s dirty. She loves Lan to distraction . . . the way I love you.”
He shot her a smile and squeezed her hand. “You hear that, boys? Weep into your beer. She’s mine.”
Good grief, she couldn’t get used to having an audience and looked forward to the day they could ditch the minicams. On that day, she planned to run naked through the house and drive Blaze wild.
Moments later, they left the freeway and took the same exit as the one they used to return to the house they’d moved into temporarily.
“Hey, their neighborhood is close to ours,” he observed.
The words gave her a tiny thrill. Would there ever be a real neighborhood that was theirs, together? When this was over, would he ask her to move in with him, or vice versa?
God, she longed to share her life with him completely. Without barriers.
But that was another issue for another day.
At the moment, they had inroads to forge.
And pleasures to explore.
Fourteen
“We have a new investor, Mr. Dietz,”Kosta informed him. “A man named John Chase, self-made. Not quite as wealthy as some marks, but he’ll fatten the Liberation’s coffers nicely.”
Dietz’s fingers gripped the phone as he imagined it was Kosta’s throat. “You’re getting careless, Augustine, speaking too freely of details over the phone.”
“I’m careful,” the man replied coolly. “I’ve never failed you before.”
“As evidenced by the fact that you’re still alive. No one fails me a second time.” A pause ensued on the other end, and Dietz snapped, “What is it?”
“This man, Chase ...”
“Yes? What of him, dammit?”
“He checks out, but his appearance is almost too neat. Still, I approached him, not the other way around,” he added thoughtfully.
“Then dig further.” God, he was surrounded by imbeciles today. “Do I have to come there and wipe your ass as well?”
Kosta’s answer was low and pissed. “Of course not. I’ll look into it more, and if I come up with anything you’ll be the first to know.”
“Good. Now, go do your job.”
He hung up on Kosta, wondering if the man had almost outlived his usefulness. He was ruthless but also a bit impulsive. He wasn’t quite as emotionless as his partner, Meyer.
Yes, perhaps when the timing was right, Meyer would deserve a promotion. His first task would be to see that Ross was put in his grave once and for all—if Ross survived his wounds.
Until then, he had a forest fire to put out in his dealings with some very angry and impatient foreign terrorists whose leader didn’t understand that one didn’t just haul a weapon of mass destruction down the highway like a load of chickens.
Plans must be firmed up for moving it swiftly. Smuggling it out of the country would be the real challenge.
And if they failed, every one of them, to a man, would be executed for treason.
Off the record and unbeknownst to the American people, sheep to their own government, the wolf.
There was an irony in there somewhere for one who cared to search.
With a deep sigh, he picked up the phone.
Emma’s eyes bugged as Blaze turned into Lan’s driveway. “Holy shit! Does this guy rob banks for a living? This mansion is three of the one we’re staying in!”
Blaze barked a short laugh. “No kidding. And it’s just him and Nicole living here, from what I’ve gathered. They must need walkietalkies or cell phones if they need to talk when they’re across the house from each other.”
“I’ll bet it has an intercom system.”
“Probably.” Parking, he shut off the ignition. “Ready? We don’t have to socialize if you don’t want. I can make our excuses and we can go.”
“Is that what you want? To leave?” Lord, she hoped not.
“No, but only if you want to stay. You’re what’s most important. Don’t forget that.”
“You’re too sweet.” She gave him a quick kiss. “But I want to stay. I’ll confess I’m so hot and bothered I could combust just thinking about the juicy possibilities tonight.”
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nbsp; Groaning, he moved her hand to cover the hard rod pulsing in his leathers. “You’re not the only one. I think if you’d refused my prick would’ve died of strangulation.”
“Not happening. Besides, you would’ve jumped me as soon as we got home, anyway.”
“I still might.”
They got out of the car and met the other couple on the wide porch. Lan stepped to the massive door, unlocked it, and let them in, then trotted off, supposedly to turn off the alarm. In a moment the high-pitched whistle was silenced.
While they waited Nicole ushered them into the spacious living room. “Come, sit down. Something from the wet bar, perhaps?”
“I wouldn’t mind a glass of white wine, since I didn’t get to finish mine before our men dragged us away.” She returned the other woman’s smile.
“Coming up. I believe I’ll replace that whiskey I was enjoying.”
“Same for me,” Blaze said. “On the rocks.”
Lan returned holding a brown bottle. “I’ve got beer.” He stopped and nuzzled Nicole’s neck. “Thanks for taking care of our guests, sweetheart.”
“My pleasure.”
Lan helped his lady pass out the drinks, and then they sat close on one end of a sofa while Emma and Blaze took a seat on a smaller matching sofa, facing them. The seconds ticked, and she worried things were about to get awkward. Fortunately, Blaze spurred the conversation.
“How long have you two been into the lifestyle?”
Lan dove into what was obviously a favorite subject. “I’ve been a Dom for years, but Nicole is new to the scene. We’ve been together for a few months, and she recently moved in with me, making us official, I guess you could say. I’m the luckiest man on earth.” He beamed at her, and she returned the happiness.
But not before Emma caught a flash of something in her brown eyes. Guilt? Maybe she’d imagined it.
“Brandi is new, too,” Blaze said, hugging her shoulders. He wove a tale, mingling fact with fiction. “We had a falling-out when she found out I was into D/s, but we reconciled, and she decided to give it a try. We married a month ago, and I’ve done my best to make her happy.”
“You have and you do,” she assured him. “Being a sub is nothing like people think. I’ve discovered that the stigma attached to D/s is highly unfair and inaccurate.”
“Sad, but true,” Lan put in. “And most people are unwilling to give it a chance and to change their thinking. I’m glad you found your way.”
“Me, too.”
Lan pinned Blaze with those lovely turquoise eyes. “I have to ask this, and please don’t get offended, but . . . do you enjoy ménage? Do you share your subs?”
Emma gave her lover’s lap a covert glance to find that he was harder than ever. The answer was plain for all to see, but he spoke all the same. She knew her master would want the rules clarified, leaving nothing to chance, and she was right.
“I enjoy ménage, and in the past I’ve allowed another master to top my sub. However, with my wife I have a slightly revised, simple ground rule—I’m the only one who breaches her with my cock. Should we trade subs, you, for example, may pleasure her or have her pleasure you in any way you see fit except that. You can’t fuck her.”
“Fair enough. It’s a good rule I can respect, and in fact, I prefer the same when it comes to Nicole.” Lan paused, a smile curving his sexy mouth. “Are we going somewhere with this, or just exchanging naughty talk?”
“I’m all for doing more than talking if the ladies agree,” Blaze said, voice husky.
“Yes,” Emma croaked, nerves assailing her. She’d never done anything like this in her life and never imagined it. Until Blaze stormed her life.
Nicole agreed as well, drinking in Blaze with undisguised hunger, which she’d obviously kept hidden until now. In unspoken agreement, both men rose and switched partners, holding out their hands. Emma took Lan’s, finding his to be elegant and smooth. The hands of a wealthy man, yet no less masculine. He led her to a huge fur rug in front of the fireplace and gave her a reassuring smile.
“Take off your clothes while I start a cheerful fire. Gas logs, so it’ll take only a minute.”
Swallowing hard, she unlaced her bustier and wriggled out of it, pulling it off over her head. Breasts freed, her nipples puckered to little points, and she shivered, partly from nerves. Nearby, Blaze had commandeered another big rug and was peeling apart Nicole’s tiny leather bra to reveal pert breasts. She stared, mesmerized, as he bent to flick a rosy tip with his tongue.
With the contact, she felt electrified, almost as though he’d tongued her breast instead. How strange to watch him suckle another woman. How arousing. God, she was wet from that much alone!
“You’re in for a real treat, my dear,” Lan said, stepping in front of her. “Don’t be shy or nervous. A gorgeous lady like you has no need to be.”
“I’ll try. And thank you.” She gave him a weak smile.
“Beautiful, aren’t they?” He gazed at the other couple.
They were. Lan had turned off the main lights, so that the firelight licked at sleek bodies, bathing them in golden colors. A visual feast as their partners devoured each other’s mouths and sank to their knees on the rug, naked and entwined. Blaze’s erection pressed into Nicole’s flat belly, needy, insistent. Her fingers wrapped around his shaft and began to stroke lazily, unhurried. His hands buried themselves in her dark, wild hair as they kissed and caressed, already lost to desire.
Clever fingers plucked and twisted Emma’s nipples, and she tore her gaze from the lovers to stare at Lan, who’d undressed while she stared at their partners. The man was a visual banquet, every bit as sexy naked as he was clothed. Tall and cut with lean muscle, boyishly handsome, the glitter of lust in his amazing eyes. His cock was long, not as thick as Blaze’s, but nicely formed and flushed red, arched and leaking at the tip.
Reaching around her, he unzipped her skirt and worked it down, his expression showing his delight to discover she wore no underwear. She stepped out of the skirt and he tossed it aside, then skimmed his palms down her sides.
“Spread your legs.”
She complied, and one hand slid between her thighs, fingers grazing her folds, the little clit. Teasing.
“Your pussy is bare, the way I love best,” he said in a low voice. His fingers spread the moisture there, driving her slowly mad. “I’m going to love tasting you, but not yet. On your knees, sweet thing.”
As she knelt he angled his body so that they could both watch their partners as they enjoyed each other. A jolt of arousal went through her to see Nicole mimic her position with Blaze.
“Take me in your mouth,” Lan said, gaining her attention once more.
Grasping the base of his cock, she eagerly brought the head to her lips and licked the little drops of pre-cum. So salty and earthy. Good. Pulling him in a bit more, she sucked the broad head, almost laughing at his moan of pure want.
“God, yes. Suck me, gorgeous. Take it all.”
Inch by inch, she took him in. It wouldn’t do to give him what he wanted too quickly. After all, she’d learned that subs had a great deal of power over their masters and loved exercising it. Who exactly was the slave here?
She bathed him with her tongue as she drew him deep, keeping the pressure just right—not too hard or too loose. She laved every ridge, tasted, explored. Sliding a hand up the inside of his thigh, she found his heavy balls and manipulated them, squeezing and rolling them gently as she sucked.
“Ooh, yes,” he whispered. “Fuck, yeah.”
His cock slid all the way down her throat, hit the back. She relaxed, letting him thrust, allowing him to own her for as long as he wanted. Why hadn’t she known she’d been made for this? Why hadn’t she realized sooner how freeing it was to give up control and be mastered? Her straight-edged black-and-white world was now happily blurred with shades of gray.
Or maybe living color was a better description.
“Stop, honey!” Lan ordered hoarsely, pulling fr
om her carefully. “You’re far too good at that, and I’m not ready to come. Spin around and get on your hands and knees.”
“Yes, sir.” Her response earned a caress on the cheek and an approving smile.
Doing as she was told, she positioned herself, butt in the air, legs spread. For a moment, she was spellbound by the sight of Nicole still on her knees with Blaze’s cock buried in her throat to his groin, his head thrown back in ecstasy. It was eerily reminiscent of the scene she’d interrupted that had caused her to toss him from her life, but this time there was no jealousy or anger.
Only the glow of love, of sharing. She felt connected to him in a way she never had been before; new threads were forming to strengthen the ones already present.
And then she didn’t have time to think on it anymore because Lan’s palms smoothed over her flanks, moved to her pussy lips, and parted the tender flesh. Exposed her to do whatever he wished. She whimpered, needing him to do something—anything but leave her twisting in the wind.
“Lovely. I’m going to taste you, eat you until you scream and come in my mouth.”
Oh, please—yes! She thought she might’ve begged aloud but wasn’t sure. At the first touch of his warm tongue on her bare pussy, she was mindless. A sexual creature with no awareness except of decadent sensations.
His mouth, devouring her essence. Tongue plunging into her channel again and again, joined by two fingers. Fucking her deliciously, lapping her up.
Through a haze, she saw Blaze behind Nicole giving her the same treatment. As Lan worked her, she watched Blaze’s face press into his lover’s pussy, eating her, and knew how glorious he was making the woman feel.
Wanton and wicked.
She began to unravel, felt the familiar quickening, and wanted both to fly apart and to make it last. Couldn’t have it both ways.
Especially when Lan ordered, “Come for me, all over my face.”
That was all it took. She exploded into tiny particles with a loud scream, spasming on and on until she was sated. Butt still raised, she rested her head on her arms, offered like a sacrifice. Elsewhere, another feminine cry followed, and she blinked to see Blaze’s face buried in his lover’s pussy, drinking every drop she had to give.
