by Jo Davis
“Very good, love,” Lan said, patting her rear. “You tasted wonderful. Stay just like this, ready for your master.”
The men swapped places, and suddenly Blaze was behind her, murmuring encouraging words of love as he placed the head of his big cock between her folds and pushed inside.
“Shit, yes! Hang on, baby, ’cause I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll feel me next week.”
“Please, sir ...”
One thrust. “Needy little slut. You’re mine. Say it.”
“Oh! Yes, yours!”
“Don’t forget who you belong to.” Another thrust.
“N-never! Always be yours.”
His control shattered, and he began to fuck her deeply, without mercy. She loved the rawness this time around, loved him. Bracing her knees wider, she accepted her master in an ageless dance, reveled in his claiming.
Because his claiming was her power—she’d driven him to this state.
He was hers.
Even so, she was surprised and happy to find that he was quickly driving her toward a second climax as he reached for his own. Several more thrusts, and he plunged deep with a shout, hot cum pulsing inside her, cock twitching and jerking.
Her orgasm washed over her like a warm tide, her voice mingling with his. They came down together, and finally he pulled out, kissing her between her shoulder blades.
Their new friends had reached completion as well and lay spent, tangled together, laughing and breathing hard.
For a few long moments, no one spoke. They simply basked in the firelight and the afterglow of great sex, with no thoughts of moving. Eventually, however, it had to be decided whether the evening was done or they were merely taking a break. Lan proposed a yummy solution.
“I’m guessing we’re all tired, and I have a really big bed.” He leaned up on one elbow, sending her and Blaze a seductive grin. “More than large enough for four, and stout enough to take whatever pounding it receives.”
“I’m in. Baby?” he asked her, his face hopeful.
She giggled, ruffling his hair. “How can I say no?”
Lan led his naked entourage upstairs to his enormous bedroom, where they piled into his comfy bed and snuggled in, replete for now. Emma’s eyes grew heavy and she gave in to sleep, thinking that life with her lover would never be dull.
She couldn’t wait for whatever the future held in store.
Blaze came slowly awake to the marvelous sensation of silk sliding over his naked torso. Multiple lips, too, placing nibbling kisses all over his chest, his stomach, his inner thigh. “Mmm.” Wait. No, not silk.
Opening his eyes, he groaned at the sight that greeted him. Lan and Nicole were bobbing over him, Lan tonguing his nipples while his sub trailed kisses down his exposed belly, hair draped over him like a waterfall. Emma was crouched between his thighs, nipping the tender flesh close to his sac, making him shiver.
“Hey, what’s up, guys?” he croaked.
Nicole gave a husky laugh. “You, apparently.”
Oh, yeah. His erection made an exclamation point, proving just how enthusiastic his body was about this particular interruption in his sleep. “Now that you three have me, what are planning to do with me?”
Emma’s head appeared from between his legs, her expression full of mischief. “Permission to blow your mind, sir?”
He sucked in a breath. “Like I’d refuse that request. How?”
“Any way we’d like. In fact, we already have an idea, but you’ll have to trust us. Will you?”
So while he slept they’d been conspiring about the best way to do him? His cock twitched and his balls tightened at the idea. “I do trust you,” he said to Emma, grin spreading across his face. “And I’d be a fool to turn down being thoroughly ravished. Do your worst.”
The ladies giggled, the sound women make when they communicate Oh, boy, he doesn’t know what he’s in for, and rose from the bed, each one retrieving two long black scarves. Nicole tossed one to Lan, and they settled on either side of him, each taking a wrist and tying it to a bedpost. Emma placed a pillow under his hips and then tied his ankles as Nicole fetched what appeared to be a briefcase—though he figured it held something more interesting than Lan’s business papers.
“Do you have a safe word?” the other man asked him.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve needed one,” he replied, his heart thudding in anticipation. “ ‘But I’ll use turtle.’ ”
Lan smiled. “Good. Now lie there and let the ladies take care of you.”
Nicole set the case on the bed, and as Blaze stared at it a sneaking suspicion of what it contained began to form. The thought made his balls tingle, and a chill washed over him, equal parts fear and excitement.
Abandoning the case for the moment, Nicole turned her attention to his cock. Emma handed her a small bottle of oil, and the other woman drizzled a generous amount over his straining shaft, both of them cooing as the stuff slid over his heated skin. The cool liquid coated his sac and oozed between his ass cheeks, and he resisted the urge to squirm. Nicole wrapped her fingers around his erection and pumped in a slow rhythm, spreading the oil, while Emma palmed his balls and did the same, letting her fingers venture between his cheeks to his back entrance. When a finger slipped inside, he tensed.
“Emma—”
“Shh. You said you trust me and to do what we wanted, so relax and enjoy,” she ordered, a mischievous little smile playing on her lips.
Forgoing a protest that might make him look weak, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes, giving himself over to the delicate hands working his cock, the fingers massaging his balls and sliding into his hole, stretching. Masculine lips brushed his, and then a tongue pushed into his mouth, tasting, exploring. He refused to let himself think, only feel the strokes and kisses, and he was soon lost, floating on a sea of desire.
Nothing mattered but their touches, and he ached for more. And more was exactly what he got.
Lan moved back, and Nicole released his cock, fiddling with the case. Blaze heard the latch open, felt the lid hit the bed. Emma continued to play with his ass, two fingers now inside him, rubbing but avoiding his prostate and the possibility that he might shoot too soon. Curiosity getting the better of him, he cracked an eye open in time to see Nicole lift a metal wand from the case. His eyes widened, an involuntary moan rumbling in his chest at the realization of what they planned to do to him.
Nicole held it aloft for his inspection. Or torture, to be exact. “Have you ever experienced having a sound in your cock?”
His voice emerged as a harsh whisper. God, he hoped he could keep his orgasm from exploding. “Yes, but not in years.” The memory alone was enough to nearly shatter his control.
“Then you know what to expect,” she replied, clearly pleased. “Stay completely still and breathe deep. Emma, would you put on the cock ring so our captive doesn’t lose it before we’re ready?”
Somehow Blaze managed to remain still, but his breaths came in short pants of excitement as Nicole oiled the wand and Emma fastened the strap around his cock and balls. His sac felt full to bursting, but not nearly as stuffed as he’d feel in a moment. Jesus, he couldn’t wait! When was the last time he’d been taken, totally under others’ control?
His thoughts scattered to the wind as Nicole steadied his cock and parted the slit in the bulbous head with the tip of the wand. Allowed it to slip inside a couple of inches, enough to let him feel the delicious burn. Sweat rolled down his temples and into his hair.
“Emma, take the wand,” Nicole directed.
“I’ve never done it before.” She shook her head. “I don’t want to hurt him.”
“Part of being a good sub is learning how to pleasure your master. Now take it, and I’ll guide you.” Nicole’s tone was firm, brooking no argument.
After a brief hesitation, Emma nodded. “Okay. But don’t let me mess up.”
“I won’t.”
Emma sat up on her knees between his thighs and s
cooted forward, taking the device from Nicole. Lan placed a hand on his chest in reassurance as Nicole went on.
“I’ll keep his cock straight. You concentrate on keeping the wand pointed straight down, lowering it nice and easy. All the way in until the ball at the end is resting on the head.”
Emma’s face reflected her fascination with the procedure as she began to slide the instrument inside him. Blaze was glad he was restrained and grateful for the cock ring—he’d never seen anything more decadent than Emma filling him, owning the most intimate part of him. He relished the slight burn, which rapidly became a fire of arousal that swept through him, his entire body throbbing with need.
“Oh, God,” he pleaded hoarsely. “Please ...”
Emma sat back, looking extremely satisfied with herself. Blaze took in his appearance—cock pointed at the ceiling, the little silver ball riding the tip; bound, spread, and helpless—a feast ready to devour. And devour him they did, the trio licking and sucking his cock and balls, his ass. Three mouths working him until he forgot his name, was nothing but willing, tormented flesh. He writhed, pulling against the bonds, needing more and past articulating what that might be.
Nicole touched Emma’s shoulder. “Now that you have him mindless with lust, what would you like to do with him?”
Emma’s blue eyes darkened, and she moistened her lips in anticipation. “I want to ride him . . . while Lan fucks him.” She looked at Lan for confirmation.
“Hell, yes,” he said. “I’d love nothing better than to ream that fine ass.”
Blaze’s rule that he never bottomed anymore had flown right out the window a few minutes back. As Lan took Emma’s place between his legs, parted his ass cheeks, and began to push his lubed, sheathed cock inside, he couldn’t think why he’d resisted for so long.
“Ah, fuck.” Lan tilted his head back slightly, gazing down at where their bodies joined. “Damn, that’s good. Are you okay?”
“Yes,” he rasped. “So full, but it’s—ah! Yes, it’s so good.”
“God, they’re beautiful,” Emma breathed, reaching between them. Her fingers explored as Lan pumped him, grazing both men, driving Blaze mad.
“E—Brandi.”
Nicole laughed. “I think your master needs his cock inside you. But first you have to remove the sound.”
As Lan fucked him with leisurely strokes, Emma carefully pulled the wand from his cock. Once it was out, she handed the instrument to Nicole, who laid it out of sight. Blaze couldn’t see where and didn’t care. He was just grateful for the cock ring, or he would’ve shot already.
Emma climbed astride him, facing backward, toward Lan. Blaze was surprised, but quickly came to appreciate the view of his length disappearing into her wet pussy, her heart-shaped ass lowering onto him. Blaze let out a ragged moan. His whole body was a giant nerve, a ball of lust that had to be sated or he’d die. He barely registered the few awkward moments as Emma and Lan experimented and finally found a suitable rhythm. Hell, they didn’t have to move at all, he was so far gone. He could blow just like this if he was able.
Nicole moved to kneel beside her master and Emma, playing with both of them. Stealing kisses and stroking them. Blaze couldn’t see everything she did, but he sure knew when she splayed her fingers around Lan’s cock and his own, rubbing both of them as they slid in and out of their sheaths.
Blaze’s head fell back and he closed his eyes, fucking Emma furiously, as hard as his bonds would allow. Lan drove into him without mercy, and when the other man angled his thrusts to hit his prostate, Blaze cried out at the wonderful, forceful shocks that rocketed through his body.
Someone fumbled with the cock ring around his balls and ripped the strap free.
“Come for me,” Emma panted.
“Ahh, yes! Shit!”
His orgasm roared through him like a tornado, leveling him with its raw power. Breaking him down, leaving him devastated—but in a fantastic way. He filled Emma with his cum, spasm after spasm. Suddenly Lan stiffened and gave a shout, finding his release as well. Nicole cried out, and Blaze cracked his eyes open to see Lan’s fingers working her clit, bringing her relief.
Spent, they remained in place, breathing hard, trembling in the afterglow of their orgasms. A part of Blaze wished they could stay like this indefinitely, and he regretted it when Lan pulled out and Emma climbed off. His disappointment, however, was tempered by his lady snuggling into his side and giving him a thorough kiss, love shining on her face.
“You were beautiful,” she said softly. “I had no idea you’d allow the things we did.”
“Baby, I’d do just about anything to make you happy.” He grinned. “And I enjoyed the hell out of it, in case you couldn’t tell.”
“I could, and I’m glad. Maybe we can do it again sometime?”
The hope in her expression melted him. Some big, tough Dom you are. “Sure, baby. Sometime.”
Wrung out, he drifted off to the sounds of Lan and Nicole heading to the bathroom, laughing together. He wished tonight would last forever.
Just like his love for Emma.
The chirping of his cell phone pulled Blaze reluctantly from his nice dream of bending Emma over his kitchen table, poofing it to mist. “Damn it.”
For a moment, he blinked at his surroundings in vague alarm, not recognizing them. But then the evening rushed back to him, curving his mouth upward at the memory.
Unfortunately, reliving them would have to wait. Careful not to awaken the others, he slid from the bed and followed the noise out into the hallway. Yep, he’d left the thing downstairs in his pants, and whoever was on the other end wasn’t giving up until he answered. However, by the time he fumbled in the darkness all the way down and found the device, it had gone to voice mail. Checking the missed calls, he winced and hit dial. Instantly, Ozzie’s strident voice blasted his ear.
“Christ, man, I thought those two had ax-murdered you both! Are you going to stay in there all damned night? Some of us would like to get some sleep.”
“Sorry, Oz,” he said, and meant it. “I had every intention of slipping off to call you guys and tell you to call it a night, and I fell asleep.”
“Glad you could sleep,” he grumped. “It’s torture listening to you guys get more action than I’ve had in the last year! My dick is so hot from beating off it could start a campfire!”
“Jeez, sorry. You know, there’s always Willis ...”
“Fuck you, shithead. I wouldn’t touch his ugly ass with latex gloves and wearing a hazard suit.” A protest of “Hey!” sounded in the background, and Ozzie relented some. “Just sayin’.”
Blaze brought them back to the point. “You guys can go. If there’s anything to find here, we’ll locate it, but I doubt that’ll happen. These two are innocent victims, I’m positive.”
“Famous last words. Anyway, there’s another reason I need to talk to you. Our bugs we placed in Kosta’s office are doing their job. We caught a damning conversation between him and Dietz, and Kosta was dumb enough to mention the money going into the Liberation’s fund.”
Blaze pumped his fist. “Yes! Anything else? We’re going to need more, like the location of that damned weapon.”
“Not yet, but you need to watch your back. Kosta told Dietz he has a new investor—you—but he also said he’s suspicious of you. Said there’s something about you he can’t put his finger on, and Dietz told him to dig deeper.”
His elation deflated some. “Fuck me.”
“Yeah. Be real careful, my friend.”
“I will. Get some rest. Or some pussy, then some rest.”
“Yeah, right.” A click signaled the end of their little chat.
Blaze sighed and flipped the phone shut, reaching for his pants. After dragging them on he listened, and heard nothing except the soft tick of a clock from somewhere. He stuck his phone into the back pocket, along with his penlight, and studied his surroundings, wishing he dared turn on a lamp. He could probably explain it away, but it was best to leave
the house dark, or the glow might bring someone to check.
The house was so big that he fervently hoped his hunch was correct and the office was on the ground floor, perhaps off the living room. He found the dining room and kitchen first, then tried the opposite direction. One sunroom and a storage closet later, he found Lan’s spacious office. In the moonlight, he could make out a computer on a large desk, a file cabinet, and a hutch filled with what appeared to be awards and trinkets.
He considered the file cabinet, but he knew few people filed incriminating papers like in the old days. A person’s computer was the most likely place to find the most immediate, damning information—if there was any.
Wiggling the mouse, he was glad to see the computer had been asleep instead of turned off. The screen came to life, presenting a wallpaper scene of a mountain and river, little icons lined up in rows. That the man hadn’t password-protected his screen spoke volumes; either Lan was a fatally stupid criminal, or he was innocent. Blaze doubted he was an idiot.
He launched Internet Explorer and waited, ears tuned in for noises. Finding his e-mail was easy—as with many folks he simply closed the program without logging off. Child’s play to scroll through and read them.
But other than the usual hodgepodge of business correspondence from his employees—seemed Lan was a CEO and a more powerful man than he let on—and jokes from friends, there was nothing. Not even an e-mail from one of Kosta’s other contacts that would enable Blaze to get an e-mail addy to trace.
Dietz and his minions weren’t stupid, but he’d get them. Somehow.
Blaze closed out and put the computer back to sleep. He was thinking of searching the file cabinet anyway when the overhead light suddenly flicked on. He squinted against the glare, letting his eyes adjust.
His gut sank to see Lan dressed in cargo shorts, standing in the doorway to the office, handsome face a study of barely restrained fury.
“I think it’s time you tell me who the fuck you really are, and what you hope to find by searching my office.”
