by M Never
“It’s nothing. Don’t make a big deal,” she hisses.
I don’t know what surprises me more, the marks or Jenna’s reaction.
“Big deal about what?” Jett sits next to her. “Let me see.”
Jenna reluctantly reveals her raw wrists. “It’s not a big deal. Your houseguest likes to play rough. That’s all.” She tries to play it off.
Jett inspects both her wrists reprehensibly, clearly unhappy.
“It’s fine, I can handle it.” She pulls her hands out of his grasp. “I’m a professional, remember?”
Jett and I share the same wary look.
“Don’t do anything you’re uncomfortable doing,” Jett sternly reminds her.
“I won’t.” Jenna comes off like a surly teenager. Which she sort of still is. Sometimes we forget she’s only nineteen.
Jett stands and places a long, firm kiss on her head. “I have some things to do,” he relays. “Take it easy today. Both of you.” Jenna and I both nod obediently.
I watch sadly as he takes his breakfast to go.
Once alone, I sit next to Jenna and put my arm around her. “Is it really okay?”
She sniffles suddenly and my heart breaks. “It was pretty awful.” She buries her face in my neck and cries softly. I fall apart. I can empathize with every single thing she’s feeling right now. Dirty, used, frightened. She’s still so young and impressionable. I wish more than anything that she had a different life.
“What do you say we spend the day in bed, find some mindless TV to watch, and binge on popcorn?” I suggest to make her feel better.
Jenna giggles through her tears. “Is binging on popcorn the only thing we can do in bed?” She lifts her head and seduces me with big watery green eyes.
“No.” I trace her lips. “We can do anything you want.”
“Good.” She sniffs. “Because spending the day in bed sounds really good right now.”
“I’m yours all day long.” I kiss her softly, rubbing my tongue sensually against hers.
“Mmm,” she moans, opening her mouth wider and deepening the kiss. “Can we go upstairs and disappear right now?” she asks between intakes of breath.
“Yes.” I lick my way down her neck. “I’ll bring the cherries.”
I SIT IN KAYNE’S LARGE leather office chair and watch the wall of monitors. For now, everything is how it should be.
There’s not one trace left from the massacre the other night and Ellie is still locked away safely in the dungeon. For how long? Only time will tell. She seems to be a bit of a spitfire. Kayne didn’t think she would last a day down there, and here we are, going on number three. We’ve luckily slid under the radar with all the chances we’ve taken. We haven’t had this much excitement in I can’t tell you how long. Hopefully, yesterday was the last of it. I don’t need any more red flags waving while Javier is here.
My attention snags on a monitor broadcasting London and Jenna crawling into bed. Little minxes.
I swear, London is so attached to Jenna I wouldn’t be surprised if we end up in a triad relationship. Not that I would mind. If London wants Jenna, she can have her. And with what she’s doing with those cherries right now, it’s clear she wants her very badly. Lucky little piece of fruit.
I sit back and enjoy the show while keeping my eye on everything else. Fuck, I could watch London eat pussy all day. I’m going to be hard enough to hammer nails by the time those two are done with each other. I rub my cock over my jeans as I watch the pleasure on Jenna’s face. Observe as she grips London’s hair and drops her knees, spreading her legs wider and wider. I nearly combust as my little bird makes her come. Every limb of her naked body shaking with ecstasy. The two are so fucking hot together they could burn the entire house down. My cock has its own heartbeat by the time they switch positions.
I have to stop touching myself as I watch. It’s too easy to just pull on my shaft and share in their desire. I want to save it all for tonight. All for the woman who enraptures me.
My muscles tense beneath my clothes as she squirms. As she lifts her legs and massages her breasts and moans seductively. Not that I can hear her, but I can pretend. I know her sounds by heart.
She comes so freely with Jenna. So wild and untamed. She really is a thunderstorm, lightning striking with every move. I can feel her even now. As she rests with Jenna on her chest.
“Isn’t that a pretty picture?” Kayne comments from behind me. “Did you come in your skinny pants?”
“I’m sure just as hard as you did,” I sneer.
We both chuckle. What man in his right mind wouldn’t come after watching those two?
“How is she?” he asks about Ellie in all seriousness.
“The same. Think she’s finally ready to crack?”
“We’ll find out tonight when I visit her again.” He sighs.
“Are you going to be ready if she does?”
“I’ll have to be.” The leather creaks as he squeezes the edges of the chair.
“What are you going to call her?” I wonder aloud.
“Kitten, I think. She’s frisky.”
“Okay then.” I stand up. “When kitten is ready to come out and play, let me know. For now, I’m going to keep a close eye on Javier. He hasn’t mentioned anything about El Rey since he arrived, has he?”
“Nothing.” Kayne stands cross-armed like a Roman statue.
I raise an eyebrow. This guy had better not be taking us on a wild fucking goose chase.
“Hey.” Kayne grabs my arm as I pass by him. “You doing okay, after everything with Alistair?”
“I’m coming to terms. It feels like my own father betrayed me.” I grind my teeth. “I can’t dwell on it right now. I need to concentrate on London and everything else that’s going on.” I wave my hand dismissively.
“Do you want me to kill him?” Kayne asks. “I know you couldn’t do it, but I can.”
His sinister question actually makes me laugh, and it’s surprisingly cathartic. I know he’s as serious as cancer, but his blunt loyalty lifts my spirits.
“You think I’m being funny?” he asks affronted.
“No, I know you’re dead serious. It’s why I trust you with my life.”
“Then is that a yes?”
“It’s a thank you, but no. As much I want to kill the monster who tortured London, the man has many more layers . . . And people who love him . . . Like my mother . . . And Amber.” I exhale, mentally exhausted.
“And you,” Kayne tacks on.
I regard him regretfully. “And me.”
I find Javier helping himself to pancakes and bacon in the kitchen.
My skin crawls from just the simple fact he’s touching something London made.
“Good morning.” He hits me with a loathsome smile.
“Morning. How did you sleep?” I ask, feigning politeness.
“Wonderfully. You have a very inviting home.” Every polite word that leaves his lips oozes like slime.
“Thank you. We try.” I hide my disdain.
I want to ask him if he enjoyed abusing Jenna last night. If he liked hearing all the pained sounds from the torture he inflicted.
But I already know the answer. Yes.
“You look troubled my friend,” Javier comments intuitively.
“It’s just been a very long weekend.”
“Is there always so much excitement?” He sits at the island, eager to dig in to breakfast.
I pause, wondering exactly which excitement he’s referring to.
“Not always, but sometimes there’s fireworks,” I confide.
Javier smiles deviously. “I love fireworks. They’re so . . . spectacular.” The dark look in his black eyes is nefarious. I inwardly shudder. Javier has convinced me he was born without a soul by just this conversation alone.
“I’ll let you enjoy your breakfast. I’ll be in my office if you need anything.”
He nods solicitously. “For now, I’m fine. I would like the pleasure of some comp
any later.”
I inwardly cringe. Of course he would.
“I’ll send someone to your room.” My forced response burns my tongue like acid.
“The young lady I indulged in the past few nights?” he requests as he indulges in a piece of syrup-smothered pancake.
I swallow the millions of razor blades my saliva has become.
“Spice is unfortunately preoccupied today. But I have six other girls who are at your beck and call.”
His gaze morphs into something blacker than midnight. “An orgy. How fun.”
“If that’s what you fancy.” I fight to keep my facial expression stoic.
“I fancy many, many things.” Filth drips from his words.
“I’ll set it up.” I turn on my heel with my stomach churning. This is going to be so much harder than I ever anticipated.
I retreat to my office and prolong disturbing the girls for as long as possible. It’s Sunday. Their day to unwind and regroup. I hate asking them to work, but it has to be done. He has to trust us. And if this is the way, so be it.
As the sun sets through the windows, I finally force myself up and out of my office. With dread, I round up all six girls and send them off to Javier’s room. Not one with a complaint. In their mind, he’s just another client to satisfy, no matter the day.
I text Kayne, knowing he’s holed up in his study watching Ellie like a hawk.
Me: Six girls in J’s room. Keep an eye out.
Kayne: Fortuitous bastard. Will do.
I can’t help but laugh when Kayne uses vocabulary words.
I shove my phone into my back pocket and make my way to London’s room. Needing an escape, I know I’ll find it with her. London and Jenna are cuddled up on the bed under the covers with a bucket of popcorn, a bowl of cherries, and the air smelling heavenly of sex.
“Mind if I join the party?” I kick off my shoes and shrug out of my clothes.
“Never.” They separate as I crawl onto the mattress. I settle against the headboard, sandwiched between two beautiful, naked women.
“What are we watching?” I grab a handful of popcorn.
“Sex and the City marathon.” Jenna munches contently on her popcorn.
“You two would binge on a show with a character called Mr. Big.”
They both smile.
“Intimidated?” Jenna flirts.
“Please. You two can enjoy Mr. Big. I’ll just lay here and binge on popcorn and cherries.” I crunch.
“London and I have two cherries you can binge on.” Jenna reaches over, steals a cherry, and then slips it between my lips. I suck on the sweet little piece of fruit for a moment before chewing it up and swallowing it down.
“You do both have cherries I love to binge on,” I agree lasciviously.
“Then what are you waiting for?” London purrs, rubbing my chest and pulling at my nipple ring.
“Not a damn thing.” I slide down the mattress to make myself more comfortable. My two little sexy sirens prowl all over me, Jenna running her tongue down my torso, London running hers up my neck. My cock strains and twinges with want. My body clamoring for both women.
I gladly hand over total control as London traps my head between her thighs and Jenna swallows my throbbing cock. My insides tear apart as I’m swathed and trussed and muzzled by pleasure. I suck and lick and swirl my tongue savagely around London’s ripe little cherry. She smells like sex and tastes deliciously like come. Locking my arms around her thighs, I eat her out like a food-addicted man while pumping my cock insistently in and out of Jenna’s hot mouth. She jerks me off as her saliva coats my shaft, her hand slipping over the taught, veiny skin. My moans resonate, vibrating against London’s soaked, delectable pussy. I forget who I am, where I am, and about all the strife that surrounds me, and just live in the moment with these two amorous women who spoil and serve and satisfy me.
“Jett,” London vocalizes in ruin as she rides my face, sprinting closer and closer to that jagged, self-indulgent edge. Every muscle below my waist rips and throbs and pulsates as the heady sensations resonate. As they quicken my pulse and pound in my ears.
Make me come, make me come I chant in my head as Jenna’s mouth and hands work harder.
“Oh fuck!” London pulls on my hair and jerks her hips as she spasms and then erupts, a flash flood of dewy arousal drowning me on the spot. It spills out hotter than lava, scorching my lips and overflowing from my mouth. Her orgasm is so fucking fiery I spontaneously combust into flames.
With a pained grunt I chew on London’s clit as I shoot rockets down Jenna’s throat. She sucks every pulsating stream until I have nothing left. Until I’m depleted and numb and sublimely sated.
The girls shift above my fatigued body, repositioning themselves for round two. Jenna mounts my semi-hard cock while London reverses directions on my face.
I was hankering for an escape, and I knew these two wouldn’t disappoint.
“Don’t worry. You just lay there. We’ll do all the work . . .” London teases me. “This time.” She and Jenna lean across my outstretched body kissing and fondling and grinding their wet pussies against my hypersensitive spots. I stiffen my tongue, letting London use it as she pleases, feeling her hand run along my thickening cock as she tickles Jenna’s damp crease.
I’m reduced to putty as they use me as their playground, giggling like school girls wild and free.
“You said you wanted to binge on our cherries.” London grinds her insatiable pussy against my willing mouth.
“I’ll binge all night.” I plunge my tongue into her slippery entrance as the sound of a foil wrapper crinkles. London emits an illicit moan as Jenna rolls on the condom.
When Jenna sinks down onto my stiff cock, I twitch in pulverizing ecstasy. Two bewitching women. A penstock of pleasure. And a coursing flow of promiscuity has me elevating to the heights I need. Has me delirious and manic and walking a fine line of lunacy as together they ride me unrelentingly.
“Good,” London pants. “Because we both need you, all night.”
“Jett,” London whispers my name in the darkness.
“Hmm?” I stir in my sleepy state.
“Your phone. It’s vibrating.” She pokes me in the ribs with the blunt corner.
I rub my heavy eyes and take the phone. “Were you up?”
“I’ve been dozing.” She cuddles up next to me.
“You need to sleep, baby.” I kiss her head waiting for my vision to clear.
“I’m trying.” She sighs, and Jenna stirs on the opposite side of me.
London reaches over to caress Jenna’s back, delicately coaxing her back to sleep. “I’m worried about her,” she confesses.
“She has you. She’ll be fine,” I reassure her. “And me too.”
“I don’t want this life for her,” London frets.
“It’s her choice.”
“I know. But she has other choices, too.” She hides her face against my side. “I never had a choice.”
“You have a choice now,” I encourage, as a spiky lump forms in my throat. A choice to leave.
“I just don’t want to see her end up like me.”
“What’s so bad about where you ended up?” I toy with her, attempting to veer her off the haunted path she’s headed down. London’s past will always plague her; I have no doubt. But when she slips into the darkness, I vowed to be her North Star. To lead her out of the shadows and into the light.
“You saw the burns he left on her wrists. She was scared.” She avoids my question spectacularly.
“I’ll never let anything bad happen to her. I promise. I’ll never let anything bad happen to any of my girls. Especially this girl.” I squeeze London securely.
London breathes heavily before she speaks. “Where I ended up isn’t bad at all. But I got extremely lucky.”
“Luck had nothing to do with it. Fate brought you to me.”
She lifts her face, and I kiss her before she can say another word. I don’t want a verbal res
ponse. I want physical affirmation.
London doesn’t disappoint. She falls head first into the embrace, confirming the one thing I want to know. That she’s all mine, no matter the tribulations of the past, the challenges of the present, or the uncertainty of the future.
Without a doubt, I am definitely all hers.
“Go to sleep, little bird.” My contentment peeks through.
“I’ll try.” She exhales unsettled.
“There’s nothing to worry about,” I lull her. “I’ll be here to love you in the morning.”
I feel her eyelashes sweep over my skin as I finally open the message from Kayne:
The kitten is out of her cage.
Well shit.
Kayne and I didn’t exactly have time to devise a solid plan for Ellie. We glazed over a few options, but didn’t set anything in stone.
One thing was definitely agreed on, and blindly apparent. The importance of her safety.
And in order to achieve that, we need to deceive everyone involved. With the perilous nature of the operation, the high stakes, and Javier’s depraved inclinations, it didn’t leave us much choice. Ellie needs to believe she is owned. Javier needs to believe she’s claimed. And Kayne and I need to pull those two things off seamlessly. To beat a ruthless monster, sometimes you must become a ruthless monster. I just hope it doesn’t destroy the three of us in the process.
There are more than our lives at stake. There are people in this house and across borders who are innocent and need to be saved.
Moral sacrifice for the greater good? We shall see.
Kayne said when he left Ellie in her new room last night she was pretty shook up, so this morning should be fun.
She’s alone, she’s scared, and tangled in a mess she was never meant to be a part of.
On top of that, when I enter her room, she’s going to embark on a whole new journey. One of dominance and submission and sexual discovery.
