by M. Never
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 response. 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.
I open the door, and she jumps frightfully on the bed, withdrawing into a naked little ball.
“Ah, you’re up.” I saunter toward her, and she recoils. “There, there,” I coo, pulling on the chain attached to her collar fastened to the vining iron part of the headboard. I will admit, Kayne’s lecherous fantasy translates well into real life. Ellie is absolutely appetizing completely bare, collared, and chained helplessly to the bed. “Aren’t you a pretty thing?” I muse. “No wonder Kayne wanted you. Come here.”
“No. Who are you?” She fights me. Kayne was right; she is frisky.
“Jett.” I yank harder, forcing her closer to me. “I’m your keeper.”
“I don’t need a keeper. I need to go home!” she screams.
Oh no. We can’t have outbursts like this. I grab her face, inspecting her features closely. “Sweetheart, the only place you’re going is into the shower.”
“I took a shower last night,” she snaps bitterly.
“It’s time for another. You also need to be groomed.” That bush needs to go.
“Groomed! I’m not an animal!” she flails outraged.
I clutch her face more tightly. “Technically you’re owned, so you’re the equivalent.”
Infuriated tears threaten.
“Ellie. I will tell you this once. Cooperate with me, or I will tie you down and spank you until you do.”
“Is that my life now? Beating after beating?”
“It doesn’t have to be. But you have to listen, and do as Kayne and I say.”
“Do I belong to both of you?” Her words are sharper than a butcher knife.
She should be so lucky. If she belonged to me, the word spoiled would take on a whole new meaning in her vocabulary. But alas, Kayne ordered hands off. Which totally bites considering I share women with him all the time. Even ones who mean more to me than the sun.
“No. You’re just Kayne’s,” I clarify. “But I do have the authority to punish you if you don’t behave. So, what’s it going to be sweet thing? We can be friends, or we can be enemies. It’s up to you. Personally, I’d like to be friends. It will make things easier for everyone involved.”
She only stares up at me. Deliberating maybe? After a few drawn out moments I nod, then pull out a set of keys from my pocket and unlock the padlock linking the chain to the collar. She just sits until I tell her to move. “Bathroom?” I point.
Ellie gets up and walks into the adjoining room, attempting to cover up as much of her nakedness as she can. I smirk behind her. Silly little kitten.
/> “Good girl,” I praise in a condescending tone. I shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as I am. Once in the bathroom, I turn the shower on. “We’ll groom you first, then breakfast.”
“Groom?” she repeats curiously. Those big green eyes are a damn killer. I’ve spent five minutes with the girl, and I already know why Kayne is infatuated with her. She’s adorable, sexy, feisty, and has the spirit of a strong-willed submissive in the making.
“Mmmm hmmm.” I pull out a table from the linen closet and open it up.
“What’s that for?” she asks untrustingly.
“You’ll see.” I pull the key ring out of my pocket again and unlock the wide collar, removing it from her neck. She immediately rubs her sore throat. Thick training collars like this one take a while to get used to. “In you go.”
She steps into the stone shower and allows the water to continuously cascade over her skin. She’s stalling.
“Wash,” I strictly instruct. Ellie sticks her tongue out at me as she turns for the soap. Seriously? “I saw that.” I can’t hide my amusement. If I wasn’t about to inflict pain in an ulterior way, I would bend her over and spank the spunk out of her right there in the shower. Kayne is going to have his hands full with this one, I can see it already. And I can’t wait to watch the show, as fucked up as it is.
“Done,” I announce, opening the door and turning the water off. “Hey!” She immediately jumps and covers herself. Please. I pull her arms away from her chest. “Get over the modesty. And get used to being naked,” I state bluntly. Clothes are a thing of the past.
“Why?”
“Because that’s how Kayne wants you.” I wrap her in a towel and dry her off with a bit of a massage. See? I’m not all bad.
“Why me?” she asks forlornly.
“He has his reasons.” I work the towel up to dry her long golden hair.
“I wish someone would share them with me.”
“You don’t need to worry about his reasons. All you need to do is what you’re told.”
“What if I can’t be submissive? Then what?” she challenges.
“I don’t think you want to know,” I divulge. Kayne may care about her, but he’ll do what he has to do to make her submit. He wants her obedient for her own good, and he knows there may be lines he’ll have to cross to reach his desired outcome.
Ellie’s lip quivers. “He’s going to hurt me, isn’t he?”
“Not if you listen,” I try to hint.
“What does he want from me?” she demands with her emotions bubbling over.
I shoot her an I think you know look. “Don’t be naïve, Ellie. It doesn’t become you. You know exactly what he wants.” Your obedience, your submission, your body. “You’ve been acquired as a sex slave.”
“Don’t use that word!” she screams with her head in her hands, tears bursting from her eyes. “I can’t do this. You have to let me go!” she sobs.
“Shhh, Ellie.” I wrap her in my arms and calm her. This is the part that’s going to kill me. Seeing her suffer. It’s a necessary evil. But I solemnly swear, I’ll never let her hurt alone. She’s one of my girls now. “You can and you will.”
“Why?” She cries into my shoulder.
“Because—” I pull away and look down at her with compassionate eyes. “Listen to me, Ellie. You need to trust Kayne. I know that might be hard, but he’s doing this for a reason.”
“How can I trust him?” she asks in turmoil. “He puts a collar on me and forces me to walk around naked. And soon . . .” She wipes her watery eyes. “Soon . . . I don’t know what’s going to happen.”
“The only thing I can tell you is things aren’t always as they seem.” It’s the only thing I say without giving anything away.
Ellie searches my eyes. “What does that mean?”
I merely shake my head. “Trust Kayne.”
I know. Easy for me to say.
“Enough talk, Ellie. It’s time to be strong. Lay on the table.” We need to get things moving.
“What are you going to do?” She sniffs.
I glare with a pseudo-annoyed expression. She can’t think I’m a total pushover. “Here’s your first lesson in submission. Don’t ask questions, don’t talk back, and do as you’re told.”
She frowns.
“Now go, or I’ll force you down and tie you to it.”
Her wide eyes tell me all I need to know. She’s buying my bullshit. Ellie lays on the table, naked with her hair still damp, clearly
beside herself. I’ll try to do this as quickly as possible. For both our sakes. “Pull your knees up and spread your legs. Put your hands over your head,” I order. She does as I instruct, panting nervously.
“Breathe, Ellie.”
“What are you going to do?” she asks again.
“Wax you.” I smear the warm, sticky wax all over her pubic hair, and she flinches. I haven’t done this in a long time, so I hope it’s just like riding a bike. For her sake. “Don’t move.” I continue to cover the applied wax with strips of cloth.
“Have you ever had a Brazilian before?” I attempt to distract her as I rip off the first strip.
“No!” she shrieks as the scalding pain burns her skin and tears run out of her eyes.
“First time for everything.” I rip off strip after strip, until she’s completely bare. Mm, I steal glances of her little pink clit peeking out of her smooth, puffy folds, restricting myself from soothing the irritated skin with my tongue.
Ellie would be a fun doll to play with, but I know Kayne would kill me if I broke the lock to that toy box.
I’ll behave.
For now.
“Aloe.” I show her the green blob on my fingers before I apply it to her sensitive skin. She’s so incredibly soft now. Kayne is going to lose his fucking mind.
“Up you go.” I take one of her hands and help her to stand. She’s a little wobbly on her feet.
But we’re not done yet.
“Turn around and rest your hands on the table,” I continue. “Are you on any birth control?” I ask clinically.
“No, why?” She looks over her shoulder as I pick up the syringe. “Good.” I stab her in the ass.
“What is that?” She tenses and grits her teeth as the needle penetrates her skin.
“Depo-Provera,” I inform her, and the realization as to why she needs birth control hits home. She starts to hyperventilate.
“Ellie, calm down.” I rub her back. Jesus. I want to tell her that it’s more dangerous for her out there than it is in here, but instead I just continue to comfort her. “You need to eat.” She’s barely had a full meal in days. She’s dehydrated, traumatized, and things are only going to get worse before they get better. I lead her back into the bedroom and urge her weary body onto the bed. “Lie down. I’ll be right back. Is there anything you’re allergic to?”
“No.” She cries into the pillow, distraught. Seeing her like this breaks my heart. Knowing I’m partly responsible breaks my spirit.
Speedily, I head down to the kitchen where I know Donovan, the chef I employ, is cooking away.
“The redhead has been in my kitchen again.” The French chef is a bit territorial about his space. Donovan has been with Mansion for years, preparing lunches and dinners for me, Kayne, and the girls. He’s a godsend when he’s not in a snooty mood. Which he seems to be at the moment.
“Yes. She likes to cook. It’s therapeutic for her. Get over it,” I dismiss his gripe. “Can you whip me up something light?”
“Right now?” He’s holding a large, silver mixing bowl filled with batter.
“Yes, right now,” I forcefully request.
Donovan drops the bowl on the counter. “I work for you, so I guess the answer is yes.” He puts up his nose, affronted.
I roll my eyes. I am surrounded by challenging personalities. I lean against the island as Donovan floats around the kitchen.
“Are you just going to watch?” he asks rudely as he cracks an egg into a bowl.
“Yes.” I glare threateningly at the patronizing Frenchman.
He frowns apprehensively as he cracks another egg. That’s right, man, I’m not in the mood for your attitude today.
All of ten minutes later I have a beautiful plate of scrambled eggs and a side of toast.
“Thank you.” I cover the serving platter with a silver dome lid.
“You’re welcome. Tell the redhead to stay out of my kitchen!” His accent flares behind me as I power walk out of the room.
“Never gonna happen!”
In no time, I’m back in Ellie’s room. She’s in the exact place I left her. A pile of troubled bones on the bed. I drop the tray on the table situated under the large wagon wheel window before I force her to get up and eat.
“Time for breakfast.” I lift the lid to reveal the scrambled eggs and buttered toast. “Eat it. All of it. It will make you feel better.”
Ellie stares at the food with puffy eyes, and her stomach rumbles loudly. Standing over her, I watch her finish every single thing on the plate. Once I’m satisfied, I cover the dish then lift the platter off the table. I unfortunately can’t spend too much more time with her. I have a business to run and other girls to look after. Luckily, with Ellie finally out of her cage, Kayne can split his attention a little more evenly between her and Javier. Maybe now that all the dust is settling, we can finally set up the critical meeting with El Rey like we’ve been promised.
“I’ll be back later to get you ready.”
“Ready?” she repeats anxiously.
“Try to relax, Ellie. You’ll need your strength for Kayne tonight.”
She looks up at me callously.
“Retain that frame of mind, Ellie. Remember what I told you. Strong.”
I leave her with that bit of advice before locking her in the room.
SOMETHING ISN’T RIGHT.
And it hasn’t been right for days now. The climate of the house is off. Tense.
Jett is hovering more.
Kayne is grumpier than usual.
And their new house guest has done nothing but put us all on edge. Especially Jenna. He seems to be fixated on her. She’s the only one he requests, and every time he does, we end up hiding out in a nook in the library so she can lick her wounds. I beg her to stop going to him, but she just keeps insisting that it’s her job. She should be able to handle it. I don’t know what she’s trying to prove. And I don’t know why Jett won’t intervene. But I’m close to taking matters into my own hands. I can’t just stand by and watch someone I care about be hurt the same way I was. Not when she has a choice.
