Dusted Star

by Avery Gale

  “Stop, Cariña. You are already in enough trouble for your attitude and language. Do not compound the problem by adding careless behavior to your list of offenses, or you won’t sit comfortably for a week.”

  Offenses? What the ever-loving hell? She opened her mouth to protest but saw Trac glaring at her as they moved down the hall.

  “Don’t. Just don’t. We’ve been more than patient with you, but you agreed to be our submissive and it’s time you understood what that looks like. And it certainly doesn’t look like you copping an attitude and cursing like a sailor.” Trac’s word annoyed her, but she also realized he probably wasn’t wrong. Juan set her on her feet beside the bed but didn’t take his hands off her.

  “Do we curse at you, Cariña?” Now that she thought about it, they’d never raised their voices or cursed at her. Shaking her head, Lakyn saw Juan’s expression darken and remembered she was supposed to answer with words.

  “No, but I’m tired of being left out of things that pertain to me. It’s annoying as he… ck.” She’d been taking care of herself for a long time and not knowing what was going on made her edgy.

  “We’ll always tell you everything you need to know. Part of your role as our submissive is to trust us to keep you apprised of anything important related to your safety, career, friends, or brother.” Trac’s voice was all business, but she could see the warmth in his eyes.

  “Keep in mind, Cariña, what we consider significant may not always be in line with what you consider important.” The man who had previously been her suave Latin lover was now standing in front of her with his arms crossed over his muscular chest looking every inch as intimidating as Trac. “I’m afraid I’ve given you the wrong impression, Lakyn. It seems you believe you can run over me because I’ve allowed you a lot of latitude. Just because I don’t take a hard line with D/s protocol doesn’t mean I’ll allow you to be disrespectful. When you disrespect me, you are undermining your own trust in me as your Dom, and if I allowed it, I’d be teaching you that you can’t trust me when the chips are down—and my darling, Cariña, that is simply not the case.”

  It took her mind a few seconds to catch up with what Juan had said, and she had to admit she understood his reasoning. She didn’t respond because he hadn’t asked her a question, but he’d evidently seen the understanding dawn in her expression because he nodded once as if to say it was time to proceed.

  “Strip.”

  Lakyn blinked in surprise, unsure for a few seconds she’d heard him right. He wanted her to take off all of her clothes? Standing right here in front of him? Seriously? When she didn’t immediately respond, Juan frowned.

  “What part of my command is confusing, Cariña?”

  Taking a deep breath, she reached for the hem of the t-shirt she’d put on after her shower. Pulling it slowly over her head, she felt her nipples tighten into stiff peaks at his blatant stare. His pointed look at her yoga pants was a clear indication he was getting tired of waiting, and Lakyn saw stalling wasn’t going to work to her advantage, so she tucked her thumbs in the waistband and skimmed the form-fitting pants down her legs, leaving them on the floor.

  “When we tell you to strip, we’ll expect you to fold your clothing neatly and hand it to us.”

  It took her a few seconds to register his instructions, and when she bent to retrieve her shirt and pants from the floor, she couldn’t help but notice his erection straining against the zipper of his faded jeans. The evidence of his attraction was oddly empowering. It was good to know she affected him in a way that wasn’t steeped in frustration.

  She started to hand the folded clothes to Juan but Trac stepped forward, taking them from her while Juan sat on the edge of the bed. When he wrapped his large hand around her wrist, he didn’t give her time to wonder what he planned. With a swift pull, Lakyn found herself draped over his lap with her ass peaked high enough, she knew her bare and very wet pussy was displayed for the entire world to see. Her hands were moving over the smooth wooden surface of the bedroom floor, trying to find a comfortable position to brace herself when, without warning, the first swat seared her right ass cheek.

  Holy fucking hellions!

  *

  Juan knew Lakyn hadn’t been ready for the first swat—she gasped and gave a startled yelp but hadn’t said anything. He watched as the imprint of his hand bloomed a nice shade of pink over her creamy skin.

  “I’m starting out easy, but I intend for this to be a lesson, so we’ll ramp things up quickly. What’s your safe word, Lakyn?”

  “Easy? Oh, my fucking God.” Juan rolled his eyes at her response and looked at Trac who was standing to the side, shaking his head. Giving her another swat, this one more intense than the first one, Juan repeated the question along with a warning about her language.

  “I asked your safe word. Don’t add to your punishment by continuing to curse, Cariña. You are better than this.” Cleaning up her language was going to be one of his priorities with her, she was much too talented and beautiful to sully it by talking like a drunken nineteen-year-old.

  “Red.”

  Her one-word answer made him smile. The little minx still hadn’t put herself in their care. She may have physically submitted, but her mind was still holding the reins of control in her tight grip. He didn’t challenge her for an explanation because it would only give her more time to build another wall they’d need to tear down.

  “Use it if you need to, Cariña.” Giving her several solid swats without ever striking the same place twice, Juan watched as her ass turned a lovely shade of pink before the deeper shades of rose appeared. He was pleased she hadn’t noticed the mirror behind her, and he smiled when Trac stepped to the side, so Juan could see how wet her pretty pussy was becoming.

  “I’m not sure we’re using the right punishment for our mouthy little sub. It seems like she is enjoying her punishment a little more than she should.” Trac stepped closer and slid his fingers through her wet folds. Juan smiled when her legs parted, and her back arched.

  “I see what you mean. Our sub is soaking wet, I’m not sure this spanking is going to get the message across. Let’s up the stakes, shall we?” While Juan repositioned Lakyn over the edge of the bed with her legs spread wide, Trac retrieved the plug and lube they’d planned to use when they took Lakyn to the club later tonight. Now, as part of her punishment, she’d get to wear the plug while she reunited with her brother. Perhaps the challenge of maintaining control while chatting with Cooper would help her remember to clean up her language in the future.

  “Reach back and spread your cheeks, Princess.” Trac took the lead and Juan stepped back to enjoy the show. It was going to be fun to watch the tortured look on his friend’s face when he pushed into her heated flesh once he had the plug firmly in place. Her face flamed with embarrassment, and when she attempted to hide by burying her face in the soft quilt covering the bed, Trac gave her heated ass a sharp slap.

  “Do not hide your face from us, Lakyn. It’s important we are able to read your body’s signals and being able to see into those stunning eyes is a large part of that.”

  As Trac drizzled the cool lube at the top of her ass, Juan grinned at her gasp.

  “When you’re a good girl, we’ll warm the lube for you, Cariña, but when you’re naughty, you won’t get those special considerations.” He and Trac both knew it would have been easy to use her body’s own honey as lube, God knew she was wet enough, but where would the fun be in that?

  “This isn’t a large plug, but it has a couple of special features I think you’ll find make up for its diminutive size.” Juan wanted to laugh out loud at his friend’s comment—there was a reason the team referred to Trac as the King of Understatements. The plug he was slowly fucking deeper and deeper into her pretty rosette was going to light her up like the New York skyline on Independence Day.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Trac watched the plug stretch Lakyn’s pretty rosette as he pushed it fractionally deeper with each thrust. Her soft
moans and delicious sighs were making him so damned hard, his cock throbbed against the metal zipper of his jeans. Fuck, he was going to have a permanent zipper tattoo if he wasn’t careful.

  “You’re doing great, Princess. Push back when you feel me pushing forward, then relax those muscles. Submission is a journey, not a destination.”

  A fresh wave of moisture coated her sex, and the scent of her arousal filled the air around them. Once the plug was firmly seated in her ass, Trac smoothed his palms down Lakyn’s sides from just below her breasts to her hips. They gave their lovely sub a few minutes to settle before Trac pulled her to her feet. Juan stripped out of his clothes and moved into place.

  Before turning her to face Juan, Trac used the pads of his fingers to lift her chin so he could look into her eyes. Moving his thumb back and forth over her plump lower lip, he watched as the variations in the color of her eyes darkened in proportion to the desire so clearly reflected in them. The outer ring of her iris was a deep shade of amethyst, and without question, the most beautiful and unique eye color he’d ever seen.

  “You’re going to use this pretty mouth to pleasure your other Master while I fuck you.” Her face flushed a lovely shade of deep pink and he wanted to remind her there was no reason to be embarrassed, but that was a discussion they could have later. “We’re going to play a game, Princess. If you can make Master Juan come before I make you come, you’ll get to pick which dress you wear to the club this evening, but if you fail, we’ll choose for you. He wanted to smile at the fire he saw in her eyes. Evidently, their sub had a competitive spirit. Trac could tell her she was being set up to fail, but why ruin the fun?

  “I’ll even give you a head start while I strip. Turning her toward Juan, he watched as she didn’t waste any time getting into position before flicking the tip of her pink tongue along the stiff outer ring circling the head of his friend’s cock. Juan’s head fell back on his shoulders as his eyes closed. Without opening his eyes, Juan gave Trac the hand signal for hurry, making him bite back a smile. Juan Rivera was usually the epitome of control—making sure the woman he was topping had at least two orgasms before he let himself go. Hell, Trac had seen Juan make love to a woman for hours before finally letting himself come.

  When Juan’s eyes opened in narrow slits, he leveled Trac with a look of impatience. Shaking himself out of the stupor he’d been caught in, Trac shed his clothing quickly and tore open the condom package he’d already set on the small table. After sheathing himself, Trac reached for the small remote that was going to tip the odds so far in their favor, Lakyn wasn’t going to stand a snowball’s chance in hell of winning the challenge.

  Circling the tip of his cock in her cream, Trac teased Lakyn’s opening until she was pushing back, trying to force him inside. Slapping her ass twice before reaching around, giving both nipples a sharp pinch.

  “You are not in charge, Princess,” Trac words were practically snarled, making her eyes widen in surprise. “You’ll take what we give you—nothing more and nothing less.” He began pushing inside her tight pussy and groaned as he slid deeper into her heat. “You are burning me up, baby. Holy fucking hell, you’re so tight. The plug makes you even more snug and ramps everything up several notches.”

  Trac felt beads of sweat pop out on his forehead as he struggled to keep from shoving himself balls deep. They’d taken her before, but this was the first time with a plug, and he damned well didn’t want to hurt her. The wet sounds of her mouth pleasuring Juan brought him back to the moment. The look on his friend’s face was edging toward desperation as he tried to hold onto the last threads of his control. Fucking hell, he was going to lose this thing if he didn’t pull his head out of the clouds.

  “Hang on, Princess.” He didn’t give her any other warning before switching on the anal plug. If he hadn’t known what was coming, he likely would have had the same reaction, and it was damned satisfying to hear Lakyn’s muffled scream around Juan’s cock. Her pussy was rippling around him, and he stilled for a few seconds to push back the orgasm that threatened to crash over him. Hell, he couldn’t remember ever being so close to coming before he’d been fully seated in a woman’s heat.

  “If she comes, we may have to start all over, and as much as I loved paddling her perfect ass, she better think about how she’s going to sit down for the next few days.” Juan was trying to distract her, but Trac would tell by the way her vaginal muscles constricted around him, the words weren’t working the way his friend expected.

  “I think our sub liked her spanking more than we realized. Her hot pussy squeezes me like a wet, velvet fist each time it’s mentioned.” Trac felt his eyes roll back in his head the feeling was so exquisite. He could practically feel the need building between the three of them and was taken aback by the realization his thoughts were turning more and more toward the future.

  “Now, Hughes.” Juan’s groaned words sounded desperate, and Trac understood all too well, his own control was slipping away quickly. With the simple press of a button, Trac sent Lakyn spiraling over the edge of bliss, smiling to himself when he felt her vaginal walls ripple, then lock down with an intensity that almost leveled him.

  Trac twisted the plug as he set up a fast pace, thrusting in as deep as her petite frame would allow before pulling back until the ring around his cock head stretched the sensitive tissues a bit more with each withdrawal. She was exquisite, and he could hardly wait until he could fuck her without any barrier between them.

  “I’m going to come, Cariña. I want you to swallow every drop of the gift I give you.” Trac heard the hoarse tone of his friend’s voice and watched as Lakyn nodded frantically. When Trac saw Juan’s head tilt back, he let his own orgasm race up his spine before giving her clit a firm pinch, sending her over into another intense release. It took him several long seconds to recover command over enough of his brain cells to speak.

  “Fuck me, I’ll retrieve a warm cloth as soon as my legs begin working again. Christ in heaven, woman, you undo me.” Lakyn’s lack of argument about his promise to retrieve a warm cloth was an indication of how unsettled she was and made him smile to know she was as blown away as they were.

  Looking down where she lay curled against Juan’s side, Trac recognized the warm feeling in his chest. Damn it, it was already too late to protect his heart because, against his better judgment, he’d already fallen in love with the woman the world knew as Lakyn Storm. Sharing her with Juan felt right, but he had no idea how he would ever be able to share her with the rest of the world.

  *

  An hour later, Juan sat to the side with Trac and several other members of the team as they discussed the limited information Cooper Hicks had given Kyle. The intel wasn’t sparse because Cooper couldn’t talk—both Kent and Kyle West still retained high clearance ratings because of the contract work the Prairie Winds Team did for Uncle Sam. The inadequate information was simply because Cooper wasn’t sure who was targeting his younger sister.

  Lakyn sat next to her brother on the sofa facing the fireplace. She leaned against Cooper’s shoulder, the two of them talking quietly. Juan deliberately positioned himself, so he could see her reflection in the window to the side of the enormous stone fireplace. At first, he wondered if she’d forgotten they were there, but she’d quickly found his reflection in the thick glass and each time their eyes met, her soft smile settled his insecurities.

  The irritated tone of Trac’s voice brought Juan back to the moment and he refocused on the conversation.

  “So, he doesn’t have any idea which one of his enemies is targeting his sister? Christ, how many times has this happened?” Juan wasn’t sure what his longtime partner found so surprising—hell, they’d all made more than enough enemies to last them several lifetimes. It was part and parcel for the work they did. Every one of them knew they’d have to look over their shoulders for the rest of their lives—hell, it was one of the reasons he and Trac were both hesitant to return to their respective family businesses. The thought
of bringing danger into their families’ lives was terrifying.

  Juan’s attention was drawn once again to the woman sitting so close, yet much too far for his liking. The glistening trails down both of her flushed cheeks had him out of his chair and moving in her direction before he realized he was moving. Kneeling in front of her, Juan pulled her hands between his and looked into her tear-filled eyes. Jesus, would he ever be able to look into her eyes without losing his mind? The variations of color never ceased to still his breath.

  “Cariña? What’s wrong? Are you all right?” He saw Cooper stiffen beside her and knew the other man probably didn’t appreciate the interruption, but quite frankly, Juan didn’t give a rat’s ass. Lakyn’s eyes softened as she leaned forward. It probably gave him more satisfaction than it should have, knowing she’d moved away from her brother and closer to him.

  “I’m fine, Juan. I was just telling my brother how much I’ve enjoyed my time here… how wonderful everyone has been and how… well, how much I have loved spending time with the two of you… and how hard it’s going to be to leave.” The last words were little more than a whisper, but that didn’t lessen the stab of pain he felt hearing them. Juan had known she’d have to return to her life in New York, but he’d hoped their relationship would be more firmly established before that happened.

  “Cariña, you need to stay until we know it’s safe for you to return.” Or at least until we can bind your heart to ours, then one of us can always travel with you. Between one blink of her beautiful eyes and the next, Juan would have sworn he’d seen longing, but it was gone so quickly, he wasn’t sure it had anything more than his hopeful imagination.

  “Finish talking with your brother, and when you have finished, we’ll discuss your plans. Nothing has to be decided tonight, sweetness.” He could see the fatigue in her eyes and wondered if they wouldn’t be better off scrapping their plan to attend the club later tonight. He suspected she was going to be too emotionally exhausted by the time she and Cooper finished talking to enjoy herself, and that wasn’t how they wanted her next visit to go.