Laricon had to have complete confidence in Michael for the sting to go off well.
So he shared Alyssa's sweetness with Jan in a deep, slow kiss. "Would you like more?" he asked when the kiss had ended.
Jan's eyes were smoky with desire. "Yes, sir."
"How about you, berry girl? You want more?"
Alyssa giggled. "Please, sir."
"And I want more, too," he announced, pushing Alyssa gently away so that he could move on the couch. "Lie down, Alyssa, and pretty Jan here is going to take up where I left off."
Alyssa complied, and Jan bent down between her legs to suck and lick her. Michael removed his pants, letting his very hard masculinity spring free. He knelt behind Jan and caressed her round breasts. "I want you nice and wet, honey," he told her. "Move up over Alyssa so that she can suck your nice little nipples."
Jan came up on hands and knees and dangled her breasts in Alyssa's face. Alyssa didn't hesitate. She pressed Jan's breasts together and licked first one nipple and then the other.
Michael was in perfect position to finger both women intimately. They both gasped in surprise when they felt his fingers on them, over them, delving in them. He slid a long finger into each of them and found their points of sensitivity, bringing squirms and groans from them both. Minutes later, they were both so wet and eager that their eyes pleaded with him.
"I can't decide," he told them. "Tell you what. Alyssa, you and Jan switch positions. You're smaller. You just lie right down on top of Jan, pussy to pussy, face to face. You can kiss each other, if you'd like." Kneeling between their spread legs, Michael slid his hardness deeply into Alyssa, while reaching just below to touch Jan's open wetness.
"Oh yes," he said, enjoying the tinyness of petite Alyssa. She was moaning softly. Jan held her tightly, her own body eager and loving his fingers on her. He stroked deeply for a few minutes, then pulled out and slid into Jan. Jan sighed with pleasure, and Alyssa continued to moan softly as he slid two fingers into her to take the place of his steel rod.
A few more minutes and he switched again. They did this several more times and each time he pumped faster and harder. Jan came first with Michael inside her, her whole body arching, even in spite of Alyssa's weight on her.
"Now Alyssa's turn," he said. He pulled Alyssa up to her hands and knees. Jan slid down languidly and began sucking on Alyssa's nipples. Alyssa orgasmed immediately, even before Michael had slid all the way in. He laughed. "Think you can come three times tonight, honey?" He kept pistoning, faster and faster, while Alyssa moaned and cried out. He was close to exploding himself. He pressed his thumb to the little puckered rosette of Alyssa's anus. She squealed and came hard, her muscles squeezing him, milking him. It was all he could take. "My ... turn."
The head of his shaft pressed hard against Alyssa's cervix, stretching her, bringing tears to her eyes in his final strokes. But the sensation was exquisite. She could feel every pulse of his ejaculation, every twitch. And his deep-throated moan made her body tingle all over. She looked into Jan's eyes and could see that the other woman felt tingly too.
When the last spasm had passed, he pulled out and lay on the couch, pulling both women to his sides.
"Well, I'll give you that, O'Malley," Ed Walker said from nearby. "Here I have a set of bookends and never thought to do it that way. Thought we'd done it all, too. We'll give it a try when Suze comes back from The Farm."
Michael smiled, his eyes closed as he caught his breath. "Yeah, Walker, when Suze comes back."
Michael heard Laricon say something from his couch a few meters away, but couldn't make it out. Soon though, he heard a slap and rose on an elbow to see Nina with her hand pressed to her face, kneeling on the floor at Laricon's feet.
"I gave you an order, you worthless bitch. How dare you defy me!"
Michael looked around. Roberto was gone. And, fortunately, the governor had left the room. This was not the kind of exhibition to put on before an off-worlder.
Laricon pointed at Michael. "Do it!"
She shook her head. "No, sir."
Walker caught Michael's eyes. "He told her to go clean you off with her tongue. Guess you're not her favorite person, O'Malley."
Laricon slapped Nina again, his face mottled with rage.
Michael rose to his feet. "Sir, is this really necessary?"
Laricon whirled on Michael, spitting words at him like a viper. "You stay out of this, O'Malley! If she'd never seen you at the auction she might have come 'round. But no! She won't ever be cooperative since she's got you to constantly remind her of her life before coming here. My efforts to show her, even your efforts to show her how to behave have been fruitless. She's a worthless slut! I'm surrounded by worthless idiots!"
Sensing that this was really about something more than Nina's disobedience, Michael dared to approach Laricon again. "I'll take her for you, sir. I'll beat it into her if I have to."
Laricon rubbed his face, moving his wrinkles around like a rubber mask. "It's no use, my boy. She's defiant. I'm sick and tired of defiance. And you have better things to do."
Laricon sat down wearily, gasping, and looked over to Walker. "Edward, dispose of this trash." He gestured to Nina.
"Right, sir." Walker pulled on his pants and shirt. "They could probably use another bang-girl down in farm labor. Okay with you, sir?"
Nina screamed and started to run, but Ed Walker caught her easily and held her tight while she kicked and fought.
Laricon waved a hand. "Fine. Whatever. It's no more than she deserves."
Walker dragged Nina out of the room. Michael pulled on his clothes quickly and followed, his heart thudding and mind racing.
He caught up with Walker a short way down the hall. Nina had been thrown over his shoulder and was still fighting, but her energy was obviously running out.
"Hey, Walker, stop for a second."
"I'm a little busy now, O'Malley. Make it later."
"No, now, Walker. I want that girl."
Walker raised a black eyebrow. "Tough shit. You heard what the man said. Out she goes."
Nina had stopped struggling and was crying softly.
"Hear me out. Governor Willis' teeth nearly dropped out when he got a good look at her."
"So?" He shifted Nina's weight on his shoulder some.
"So, she'll be worth considerable credits in, let's call it … a bonus … from the guy if we can get her into his household."
Walker laughed gruffly. "Yeah, and if Laricon gets wind of it, he'll be making me into a bang-girl. No dice."
"Don't be such a pussy, Walker."
The other man bridled immediately.
"You want the credits, don't you? You've got a kid on the way, and I'll bet Sally's knocked up already, too. And how many have you got over at The Farm now? Six?"
Walker poked a finger into Michael's chest. "I ain't no pussy, O'Malley, so you watch your mouth." He rubbed his stubbled face. "Yeah, I've got plenty of kids. They're always needing something. The credits would be nice." He shook his head and took a few more steps. "I just don't see how it can be done."
"Look, I'll square it with the governor."
"And the baggage?" Walker asked, smacking Nina on the bottom with his thick black hand. It left a bright red hand print over most of a cheek. She squealed and pounded Walker's broad back, not even getting his attention.
"Uh…" Michael pretended to think. "I'll hide her. Give her to me and I'll hide her in my chamber."
"That ain't going to work, you dumb shit! Laricon is gonna find out for sure."
"Nah. I have a way with the ladies, didn't you hear?" Michael winked conspiratorially.
Walker snorted. "It's gonna be three, maybe four days until we send the first transport group out to Mars. You really think you can keep her quiet for that long?"
"Piece of cake," Michael stated firmly.
"Okay, pal." He put Nina down and Michael pushed her to her knees and held her there. "But it's on your head if this goes south. Far as I know,
she was last in the infirmary waiting to get fixed."
Michael cringed at the concept, but nodded back at Walker. "I understand. Don't worry. This'll come off smooth and we'll both have richer bank accounts for it."
Michael looked down at Nina, her face furious, blonde curls tousled and lips pouty. He thought she was beautiful. "Now, look, bitch," he said for Walker's benefit. "You either shut up and behave, or I'll take you to the clit cutter myself. You got it?"
"I hate you," she hissed.
"That's 'I hate you, sir.'"
He nodded at Walker and dragged Nina up and along the hallway to his chamber. Alyssa wasn't inside, thankfully. She must've gone back to the women's enclave with the other ladies. At least she'd sleep well.
He threw Nina on the bed and glowered down at her. "You know, I'm getting pretty damn tired of pulling your butt out of the fire."
"Then why don't you just let me go?" she shouted.
"Where?" He raked his hair back. "Nina, this is Laricon. You're not a tram ride from home. You either toe the line here or you're dead … or in your case, worse! Is that what you want? Do you hate me so much that you'd rather be ruined for life to get away from me?"
She pulled the comforter around her and pulled her knees up, her eyes filling with tears. "Damnit! I just want to go home. I didn't ask to come here. Didn't ask to spend the rest of my fucking life naked and bound to an old man."
He cringed at her language, but sat down next to her and rocked her. "Yeah, I know. I know. But if you'll just give it a few more days, Nina–"
"Yeah, and you'll sit me on a transport and shuffle me off to Mars with the other slave women. Thanks ever so much."
He turned her head to look into her eyes. "No. That was just a story to keep you from harm. Remember I told you that the CS operation was coming to a close really soon?"
She nodded, wiping tears off her cheeks.
"Well, that's all coming down in just a few days. I need to keep Laricon busy and unsuspecting for just a little while longer, Nina, and you're not making it easy."
"I can't help it!"
"Yes, you can." He got up and poured them each some wine. "You just stay here. Quiet. Don't even poke your nose out. Just for a few days, and then you'll be heading back home. Okay?"
She nodded and took the wine from him, drinking it down quickly.
There was a soft knock at the door, and then it opened a crack. Michael quickly threw the comforter over Nina's head and pushed her down on the floor. She barely squeaked.
"Master?"
Michael relaxed. "Oh, Alyssa. Come in, honey."
She came in and reverenced.
"Stand up, Alyssa. I thought you'd gone back to the enclave."
"I waited for you to return to the big room, but when you didn't, I was unsure what to do, sir." She looked at the messy bed and then back at him. "I have been spending nights here with you, but if you want me to go back…"
He walked over to her and kissed her gently. "You're a sweet, good, girl, Alyssa. And I've enjoyed our nights together. And today very much. But I do want you to go back."
She looked crestfallen, her small hand rising to cover his on her face. "Have I displeased you in some way, sir?"
"No, no, honey. You please me very much. It's just–"
"Forgive me for my impertinence, sir. I shouldn't have asked." She turned to the door, then back again. "Master! Look!"
Nina's foot showed blatantly near the foot of the bed.
"Aw, shit!" Michael exclaimed, pulling Nina out from her hiding place. "I swear you'll be the death of me, woman."
"You!" Alyssa said, pointing at Nina.
Nina smiled sweetly.
"Now Alyssa," Michael began. "I need you to keep a secret." He left Nina standing at the foot of the bed and moved over to cup Alyssa's face in his hands, drawing her eyes to his and away from Nina. "Can you do that, honey?"
Alyssa pressed her lips into thin line. "I will obey you in all things, sir."
"Well then, sweetheart, here's what's going on. We're going to give Nina here to the Martian Governor. But we're not going to tell The Great Man. It would upset him to even hear her name. You understand?"
"But I thought she was going to the infirmary to be cut, sir?"
"She was, but Walker and I decided it would be better this other way. She's not a horrible girl, you see. Just not very well trained."
This seemed to strike a note with Alyssa. "Yes, it's not the same as we who were raised on The Farm. Nina has told me about her life before coming here. Terrible, terrible. And, it's harder for the older ones to learn, sir." She looked pityingly at Nina.
Nina started to protest, but Michael shut her up with a glance.
"That's right, Alyssa. What can you expect from someone without your considerable training? But I've known Nina for a while, and I think I can get her into shape for the governor. He'll be very pleased, and offer more contracts to Laricon to fill. You see?"
"I am sure you can do it, sir. You are quite brilliant." The look of total adoration on her face made Michael feel guilty and Nina see green.
"Yes, well, that's yet to be seen."
"I will help you, sir!"
Michael smiled. "I know you will, honey. But this has to be a secret so that The Great Man doesn't hear her name, okay?"
Alyssa bobbed her strawberry blonde head. "Yes, sir."
Suddenly, Michael was exhausted. "Well, now that we have that settled ... I'm really tired. You two go wash up or whatever and then climb into bed." He poured himself another glass of wine, wondering how he was going to carry this off.
"Yes, sir," Alyssa said. Nina began to move toward the lavatory and Alyssa caught her arm. "Say, 'Yes, sir,' Nina."
Nina pulled her arm away and bobbed a sarcastic curtsey toward Michael. "Yes, sir, Nina." She turned and headed into the lavatory.
"Oh! Do you want me to get the paddle, Master?" Alyssa asked solicitously.
Michael just rubbed his face and shook his head. "No, we'll beat her tomorrow, Alyssa."
"Yes, sir."
The women splashed around and then came back. Nina was still wrapped in the comforter and Alyssa had removed and folded her translucent robe. They both started to climb into the same side of the bed. "This is my side," Alyssa explained. "You go to the other side."
"Now listen, pipsqueak. I may have to endure being ordered around by the men on this fucking planet, but I don't have to take orders from a little girl. I'm sleeping over here and you can sleep on the floor for all I care."
Alyssa gasped. "Master!"
Michael appeared from the lavatory, toweling his face off. "What, Alyssa?"
"Nina is being rude, sir. I told her that this is my side of the bed, but she insists on sleeping here."
Michael sighed and scowled at Nina. "Maybe I should have Alyssa find that paddle tonight."
Nina threw her hands in the air. "Fine. Fine. She wants that side of the shitty bed, what do I care?" She shot an annoyed look at Alyssa. "Sir."
A few minutes later Michael crawled up between them and turned out the light. Alyssa curled right up against his side. "She really will be most difficult, sir," she said against his chest. "And her vocabulary is most disrespectful."
Nina snorted. She was balanced as far from the other two as she could manage without falling out.
Michael just wanted it to be over. He patted Alyssa. "We'll work it out, honey."
Chapter 10
Michael awoke to find both women sleeping contently curled up against him. It was a lovely sensation until he remembered where he was and who was with him.
He shifted slightly and Nina rolled away in her sleep, leaving only her softly rounded bottom pressed against him. A moment later Alyssa, too, rolled away and put her back to him. So much for that. He turned onto his side and pulled Alyssa against him. She murmured softly and wriggled her bottom against his hard shaft. He caressed her small, firm breasts and she moaned softly, squirming a little more. He moved his hand down h
er flank and between her thighs, and she bent her top knee to accommodate him, moaning deeper as he dipped a finger inside her. Moisture gathered where his fingers played and soon she was ready for him.
He pulled her hips down a little and prodded her with his velvety head. She reached between her legs and guided him in as he slid tightly into place. He rocked gently against her for a while, enjoying the small friction and her sweet fretting noises. But soon enough, he wanted more.
"Use your mouth," he whispered in her ear.
Without hesitation, she moved down between his legs as he rolled to his back. Her mouth found him unerringly and she began the rhythm that would send him over the edge.
"Are you at it again?" Nina said.
The mood was broken. Alyssa stopped and looked up, and Michael lost his temper. He grabbed Nina's hair and pushed her face down to his hip. "Continue Alyssa," he said, his voice taught with anger. "Now, look, Nina, and learn. This is what a good girl does. She doesn't ask why, she doesn't hesitate, and she doesn't say no. She just endeavors to please."
"You're hurting me," Nina protested.
"And you hurt yourself every time you open your mouth." Alyssa was moving steadily faster, her tongue like magic on him. "You just watch."
"Slower, Alyssa," he said, guiding her head lightly. "That's it. That's it."
Nina couldn't see his face, but she recognized the huskiness of his voice. He was feeling very good. And she was feeling very left out. She hated him and yet she also hated knowing he had this sweet young woman at his adoring beck and call.
"A little faster now, honey," he murmured.
Oh god, just the sound of his voice was making Nina want him. It was humbling. It was infuriating. Maybe she didn't hate him so much after all.
"Mmmm, yes, honey," he rumbled, his back arching slightly. "Oh yes, that's it." He groaned and arched, pushing himself deeply into Alyssa's throat. Nina could see the girl's throat working as she swallowed, looking up at Michael with passion-bright eyes.
He relaxed and let go of Nina's hair. She squirmed away on the bed, rubbing her aching scalp.
"I hope you learned something," he said, his eyes closed in languor.
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