"No, Master, no," she assured him, kissing his lips aggressively for the first time.
He looked at her, surprised. "Alyssa?"
"I love the way you make me feel, Master. All the ways you make me feel."
He kissed her tenderly, his heart finding comfort in her sweet, gentle ways. He let her slide down onto her feet. Her legs were wobbly at first and he steadied her as they rinsed off the soap.
She dried him off, and then herself, and used the toilet, uncaring that he was there seeing her in the mirror while he cleaned his teeth. It was something small that no other woman of his experience had ever done, and it struck him that she was his. Really his. Nothing hidden. No baggage. Just his, and he was wholly responsible for her. It was sobering and warming all at once.
He tickled her as they left the lavatory, and she giggled and jumped into the bed, her sweet bottom flashing an invitation. Michael took a peek at Nina. She was feigning sleep; her eyes screwed tightly shut. But he saw her fisted hands and clenched jaw and knew that listening to the sounds of lovemaking in the shower had gotten under her skin.
Good. He didn't know how long he was going to have to be responsible for both women, since CS was hemming and hawing about the date of the operation's closure. He had no choice but to be certain of his control over Nina. It was a weird way to get that control, but he was going to use the way that worked.
She was jealous. He was going to use it.
***
They were all awakened in the morning by pounding on the door. "Just a minute!" Michael quickly motioned Nina into the lavatory and searched for his pants. Alyssa finally found them and he put them on.
The guard looked at the councilman and the lovely girl reverencing him from the bed, and his expression was wistful. "I'm sorry to bother you Master Michael, but Master Roberto insisted I come right away. He wishes to see you, sir. He says it must be immediately."
Michael pushed a lock of hair off his forehead. "Is he still in his chamber? Still under house-arrest?"
The guard nodded. "Yes, sir."
"Very well. Tell him I will see him." Michael looked toward Alyssa and back at the guard. "Shortly."
The guard grinned. "Yes, sir!"
Michael shut the door and turned back into the room. "You can come out," he called to Nina.
She shambled out, rubbing her back, black circles under her eyes. "Sleep well?" he asked, pulling off his pants and crawling back into bed with Alyssa.
"You must be–" She caught herself. "No, sir."
"That's too bad, Nina," he said adjusting his pillow. "But my offer still stands."
She clenched her teeth and turned toward him, fury in her eyes. "Respectfully, sir," she hissed, "but that's not an offer and you know why."
"Well, if you're so sure that I would force you to go down on Alyssa, you go ahead and get back down on the floor. Alyssa and I will be up here for a little while. Try not to let the noise bother you."
"What do you mean, 'if I'm so sure,' sir?" She railed. "It's a given around here. Two women; everyone licks pussy. You must think I'm stupid!"
Michael frowned. "Watch your manners, Nina. Your butt is still showing signs of yesterday's temper tantrum. Do you need reinforcement of that lesson?"
She blinked hard and a tear ran down her cheek. "No, sir."
"Very well. Back down on the floor. And just for your information, I know how you feel about 'licking pussy' as you crudely put it, and I didn't have any intention of asking you to do so."
She sobbed, and curled up on the floor again.
Michael snuggled in with Alyssa and let his temper cool while Alyssa dozed on his chest. Calm was slow to come. He touched Alyssa's face gently and she awoke with a sleepy smile for him.
"I'm a grumpy old bear today, honey," he told her. "I'm going to just get up and go to that meeting."
She frowned but nodded. "I can help you, if you'd like, sir."
He shook his head. "I doubt it. I feel like tearing someone's head off and using it for a football."
"Hurt me then, sir," she said softly.
He looked at her and frowned. "No. Don't even suggest it."
"I have been trained, sir! I have clips and such that cause pain but do no damage; they're in my pouch. Do you want to see?"
He groaned and rolled away. "No, I don't want to see. I could never do that to you, Alyssa."
"Then do it to me," Nina said from the floor. "I'm the one you're mad at, sir."
His laughter was half growl. "Feeling guilty for ruining my day, Nina?"
She sat up and looked at him. "I – I... I guess so, sir. I know you have important things to do deal with and I'm nothing but another god damn problem."
He nodded, going along. "I see. So I should take all my anger and use it for some sadistic something-or-other."
She nodded grimly. "I deserve it, sir."
He seemed to consider it for a minute, knowing he was making her sweat. "Okay." He saw her pale. "You take off that shirt, and Alyssa, get your little pouch of toys. Let's see what you've got there."
Nina unbuttoned each button of the long shirt while Michael ooohed and ahhhed over the things in Alyssa's bag. He was going to play it for all it was worth.
"Hmmm. Nina come up on the bed."
She crawled up with him and Alyssa, tension clearly on her face and in her posture.
He reached for her nipples and teased them to hardness. "I could spend half an hour clipping and torturing you, Nina. But how would that make me feel any better? Oh, you would feel like you'd paid for your crimes, all right, but I would probably just feel guilty for hurting you. That doesn't seem like the right outcome to me. Does it to you?"
Her nipples were taught and extended. "N-no, sir. I didn't look at it that way."
He nodded, moving a hand down her belly to her soft blonde pubic mound. He teased her exterior and tickled her inner thighs for several moments. "So what can you truly do to make my day brighter?"
She was obviously getting excited, her labia opening though he hadn't touched them, her bottom squirming sensuously. "I can stop being obnoxious and start being cooperative?"
His fingers roved into the wetness of her, finding each tender lip and teasing it with caresses and kneading. "Yes. I'd say that would make my day a lot better." He quickly darted a touch on her clit and she moaned softly.
"Yes, sir. I'll do it, sir."
He grasped her swollen clit between finger and thumb and squeezed, and her eyes flew wide open, a soft cry of pain escaping her lips. "You're sure? Because we could always try the other way."
"I'm sure, sir! Please…"
He let go of her clit and gave her a sharp spank there instead. She moaned loudly and moved her hands to her breasts to caress them.
"No, Nina. You may not touch. Alyssa will touch you."
She groaned. "But – but–"
"Hush!" He spanked her clit again and she closed her eyes tight and growled her desire. Alyssa's hands found Nina's breasts, teasing her nipples and squeezing gently from behind. Michael was still playing with her labia, occasionally sparing a quick and frustrating caress for her clit.
Another spank and Nina ground her hips, trying to find the fingers that were torturing her with almost-delight. Her clit was pink and swollen, screaming for total attention.
"Lie back on the bed, Nina." She did. "Now don't Alyssa's hands feel good? I think I'll let Alyssa's hands roam a little lower, Nina."
"Oh god…" she moaned, so close to coming that Michael could feel the tremors of her labia.
"Go ahead Alyssa."
Alyssa's little fingers moved down Nina's body to her screaming femininity. Quickly dipping inside for moisture, Alyssa soon began rubbing Nina's clit rhythmically. Michael inserted two thick fingers in her wet opening and began to thrust in time with Alyssa's rubbing.
Moments later, Nina screamed and arched on the bed, coating Michael's fingers and hand with silky juice. Alyssa sat back on her heels, smiling sweetly.
; When Nina's muscles had ceased grasping him spasmodically, Michael withdrew his fingers. He licked the wetness off the palm of his hand, then offered his dewy fingers to Alyssa, who licked like a kitten lapping milk. Before all was gone, however, Michael offered the sweetness to Nina, his smoky eyes on her expectantly. She licked until his hand was clean.
"Now let's remember," he said softly, "there are three of us. Not two and one, but three. If two don't get along, all three of us suffer."
Both women nodded. "Good. Now both of you – together – suck me. I don't have much time."
Michael lay down and each woman took a place to one side of him. Alyssa licked on the right and Nina on the left. After Alyssa took him fully in her mouth for a few strokes, Nina took over and stroked him more. They took turns evenly. Michael was soon growling as his body's tension rose. When he was very close, he clasped his hard staff and pumped himself until he arched and moaned, his hips coming off the bed as he shot his white desire onto his belly. Both women quickly lapped it up, smiling at each other and sharing the last drop on the tip of his staff, their tongues touching briefly.
He pulled them down and they lay with their heads on his chest while he caught his breath.
"Kiss me, Alyssa." She kissed him deeply, her sweet tiny mouth tasting of his saltiness. Then he turned to Nina. "Kiss me, Nina," he said. She, too, kissed him deeply, aggressively, as was her style.
"Well, I could do that for a millennia or two," he quipped. They laughed. "But, I've got to get to work. Up, up."
Chapter 13
Roberto's chamber was even larger than his father's, Michael wryly noticed. It was a two-room suite, carpeted with a thick rug and decorated in old, rich tapestries from Earth and ebony furniture from the craftsmen on Mars. When Michael entered, a young man knelt his obeisance quickly. A male serf, apparently; uncommon, as male slaves were used for laboring positions virtually exclusively, they were too valuable to waste on house-staff.
Roberto stood up from his place on the settee.
"You requested this meeting, Roberto. How can I help you?"
Roberto frowned at Michael, then at the young man kneeling. "Go into the bedroom and wait for me, Philip."
"Yes, sir." Philip hurried away and closed the bedroom doors behind him.
Michael arched an dark eyebrow but said nothing to Roberto.
"I demand that you let me out," Roberto said succinctly.
"Not until the plan for the Southern Continent and Marsh's visit are complete, Roberto."
"How dare you hold me here like this! Who do you think you are? When my father finds out–"
"I told him myself, yesterday," Michael said. "He felt it was a reasonable decision and has left me temporarily in charge of things."
Roberto was nearly hopping. "That senile old crock!" he screeched, narrowing his eyes at Michael. "He's always liked you better than me, though the gods know why, pussy licker that you are." He made a face.
"I don't think sexual behavior is what you called me here to discuss. Is it?" Michael glanced at the bedroom door and then back at Roberto.
Roberto turned and walked a meter or two away. "No. Of course not." He picked up a book and quickly put it down again. "But perhaps you and I can make a deal."
Michael crossed his arms over his chest, assessing the younger man. He was a good-looking, brown-haired boy, having many of his father's better features. Intelligence, however, wasn't one of them. "I'm listening, Roberto."
"My father won't be around forever, Michael," Roberto began. "And when he's gone, power for the domes must pass on to someone." He looked up at Michael's tall solid figure and then paced a few feet. "Naturally, that should be me."
"Should it?"
"Of course. I'm The Great Man's son."
"I see."
Roberto nodded. "However, the council listens to you." Michael was silent and Roberto shifted uncomfortably. "So, what I thought was that, after he's dead, you could convince the council to pay attention to what I have to say."
"Why would I?"
"Because in return, I would set you up like royalty. No more would you be just another member of the council, but my Lead Councilor, like a vizier. You'd be rich! You'd have all the women you could possibly want. You could go anywhere, do anything. Your children could be given special training and opportunities at The Farm."
"You're not offering me anything I can't have already."
"Ah, but are you the vizier? Are your children receiving royal treatment? I think not!"
"I'll give it some thought, Roberto."
Roberto rubbed his hands together. "I thought you'd see it my way, Michael. What sensible fellow wouldn't?"
"I'll let you know day after tomorrow, when Marsh has left and the Southern Continent is ours."
Roberto turned red and leapt at Michael, trying to get his hands around his throat. "You thief! Ganymede is mine! Mine!"
Michael struggled with him, finally punching Roberto in the nose and knocking him down. The servant came rushing out of the bedroom upon hearing the scuffle.
"You broke my nose!" Roberto cried as Philip gave him a napkin for his bleeding nose.
Michael shook his hand out. "You're lucky I didn't do worse." He bent over the prone figure, his eyes like gray fire. "Don't ever try to manipulate me again, Roberto. I'm warning you. I'll always be two steps ahead of you and ready to drop you to your knees."
"You'll pay for this, O'Malley."
Michael drew coins from his pocket and threw them on the floor. "There. Now we're even." He turned and stalked toward the door. "I'll see you in a couple of days."
An anxious guard closed the door behind him. "Should I get the med-tech, sir?"
Michael nodded. "And get the slave-boy out of there. The Great Man doesn't need to see that when he recovers."
"Right, sir."
Marsh was expected the next day, and there were considerable protocols and governmental issues that still needed to be worked out for the visit. Michael went directly to his office and spent the rest of the day there.
***
It seemed as if, with The Great Man unavailable and ill, everyone turned to Michael with his problems. So, by the end of the day, Michael came to his chamber wearier than he could ever remember being.
Alyssa noticed his bruised knuckles first and immediately raced out to the kitchen to get ice.
"When are we getting out of here, sir – I mean, Michael?" Nina asked while Alyssa was gone. "Geez, that becomes a habit after a while."
"Better keep that habit. CS is jerking me around on an exact date. They're still trying to squash the Miners' Uprising in the rings and don't have any manpower to spare for what's considered a small operation."
"Oh shit! So that means I have to go to Mars?"
"Don't you want to? Governor Willis is on our side. He won't expect you to do anything but sit and wait for things to get settled here."
She bit a nail. "Sit and wait there, or sit and wait here."
Michael nodded. "Those are pretty much the choices. At least there you won't have to deal with me."
She looked at him and turned away. "I'm kind of getting used to you, O'Malley. And maybe I can help when things get hot."
He smiled, more pleased than he wanted her to know. "I won't turn down reliable help."
"Good to see you're wising up ... sir," she added as Alyssa came back in.
"Come sit in my lap and wise me up some more," he teased.
She laughed but didn't hesitate to sit snuggly in his lap while Alyssa held an ice compress on his knuckles.
"What happened to you, sir?" the younger girl asked, concern written all over her face.
He shrugged. "Roberto and I had a discussion. I won." Alyssa gasped and Nina grinned. "He won't be a problem until after Governor Marsh's visit tomorrow."
"The Great Man will not be attending, by the way," he warned them. "But the remainder of the council decided that the usual dining and ... entertainments ... would be appropriate."
"You," Michael said, "are a shameless exhibitionist," which set her to blushing and giggling. Nina was frowning. "Yeah, I know, honey. You can't go." Michael smoothed blonde curls away from Nina's face.
She shrugged, putting on an uncaring front. "No problem, sir."
"We'll tell you all about it when we return." Alyssa tried to make her big brown eyes sincere.
"Please don't." Nina attempted to get up, but Michael held her on his lap firmly.
"Are you jealous, brat?" he asked softly, and Alyssa gasped at the very idea.
"Me, sir?"
"You're the only brat here."
"What's to be jealous of, sir? You'll go get all sexy with Alyssa ... and maybe some new bitch ... and I'll sit here and, I don't know, sing old folk songs or something."
Her brave demeanor was breaking down. Michael could see the tears in her eyes. He stroked her face and kissed her gently. "I'll save all the good stuff for when we're alone. Okay?"
She couldn't help but smile a little at that. "The good stuff, sir?"
"Yeah," he said in mock innocence. "You know. The tickling and toe licking." He began to tickle her and she giggled deeply.
"Okay! Okay! Uncle!"
Alyssa ordered his dinner. The two women had eaten hours earlier. It was Nina's turn to feed him. Alyssa looked on with a smile.
They went to bed and cuddled like three spoons in a drawer. Michael was too tired to do more.
In the morning, however, he woke feeling vigorous and decidedly horny. Nina was draped over his arm, blonde curls tickling his chest, as one slender leg curled over his hard thigh. Alyssa slept quietly on her back toward the edge of the bed, her silky strawberry hair trailing over the edge.
Michael stroked the round breast pressed against him, gently bringing the nipple to a peak as Nina stirred. He teased that hard brown bud until Nina moaned very softly and pressed her pubis to his thigh suggestively. She was awake.
"On your back," he whispered. She rolled over and her legs spread for him. "That's my girl," he praised softly. Within moments, he was between her knees, his anxious manhood sliding into the her moist center gently. She was tight and comfortable.
Her legs wrapped around his back as he settled into a steady rhythm: quickly in, long, slow stroke back. His smoky gray eyes met her blue ones as she mewled softly, her hips rising to meet his thrusts. "This is good, hm, honey?"
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