Mistress's Master: Men in Blue, Book 3

by Jayne Rylon

  “I can help.” A familiar man navigated the crowd surrounding them.

  “Josh.” Lily squeezed Jeremy’s thigh where it rested beside her tethered hands.

  He paused his manipulation to study her reaction to the newcomer. “You’re a greedy thing, aren’t you? You’d like him to join us?”

  “No.” She could have denied it for years, and Jeremy would have refused to believe her pathetic misdirection, regardless of the ridiculous safe words they’d arranged. Anyone familiar with the Domme—including her allies in attendance tonight—would see it too.

  “Too bad you aren’t calling the shots.” Jeremy laughed then nodded to Matt, who stepped aside to allow the older, still fit gentleman to join them. No less than ten others approached. Ben and Ryan would have stopped them if Matt hadn’t pulled them aside and whispered discreetly in their ears.

  Soon Lily couldn’t separate the myriad caresses. Individuals didn’t matter. Only the havoc they wreaked on her as one unit counted. Through it all she clutched Jeremy, using him to ground her in the surreal experience.

  Clint grunted as he began to pump inside her. “Shit. That’s so sexy. They all want you, Lily. But I have you.”

  “For now. On loan.” Jeremy’s rumble caught Clint’s attention. The cop’s stride hitched, leaving her yearning for his return.

  Even the slight pause had her tensing. She whimpered.

  Didn’t he understand? She belonged to Jeremy. Though it wasn’t his cock inside her—stretching her, massaging her—he still fucked her. His ultimate control shaped the experience. He granted all her wishes and sated her needs.

  Lily couldn’t hold back. She exploded around Clint.

  The orgasm paled in comparison to the one Jeremy had delivered personally. The pleasure blossomed then faded in time for her to catch the last of his friend’s shouts as he filled the condom he wore. Before he’d finished shuddering between her thighs, Ryan nudged the cop aside.

  “Yes.” Jeremy became her voice, her will. He choreographed the scene when all she could manage was accepting the outcome. “Don’t hold back. She needs it rougher. Faster. Go.”

  “Ah, damn.” Ryan took direction a hell of a lot better than Clint had. He permitted Jeremy to mold him into a precise instrument. The Master wielded it as expertly as a fine craftsman to shape the exchange into something original and spectacular.

  The gentle man who’d licked her earlier—soft and sweet—pounded her now. The motion drove her away and the sea of hands holding the fire at bay guided her home. The sway and the constant caresses lulled her into some sort of sexual trance.

  All her senses elevated.

  Harsh breaths, groans and the slick slapping of hands on cocks reverberated in her ears. Touches dotted every inch of her exposed skin from her toes to her belly to her breasts and her arms. When one of Ryan’s lunges shoved her higher, her hand glanced off Jeremy’s firming cock.

  She extended her fingers, stealing a touch on him at the apex of every arc. Though the overload of sensations felt divine, it still wasn’t enough.

  Lily opened her eyes and took stock of the dozen or so adoring gazes engulfing her in their spotlight. “Please.”

  “More?” Jeremy’s cock seemed harder the next time she managed to touch it.

  “No.” She panted, unable to catch her breath beneath the force of Ryan’s shuttling impacts. “No. No. No.”

  “Shh.” Jeremy cupped her chin then inserted his fingers between her lips. “You’ll take what we have to give and love every minute.”

  She sucked greedily on his hand, wishing she could taste the salty tang of his hard-on.

  “You two, put your mouths on her breasts. Suck those nipples. Bite them. Gently.” Two faceless men devoured her chest eagerly. She didn’t care who they were anymore. Friend or foe. She suspected her five protectors had weeded out those who clearly had no respect for her or the enchantment they wove.

  Their lips followed the motion of her body as they tongued her aching breasts.

  Lily’s back arched, her neck curving until she met Jeremy’s intense stare.

  “That’s right. Come again for me.” He smiled as she shattered, destroying Ryan’s persistent motion.

  The submissive-turned-fuck-toy slammed to the hilt. He held still as he pumped his release deep inside her.

  The flex of his cock seemed blatant to her altered senses. The pulsing meshed with her own contractions, each twitch inciting another round of reflexive clenching in her pussy. They fed off each other, prolonging the pleasure.

  And still, she had barely caught her breath when the ache returned. Small and distant, the spark in her belly sputtered to life like a trick candle on a birthday cake.

  Never fully extinguished.

  Matt groaned, rubbing the head of his thick cock on her ribs.

  “Not you.” Jeremy waved off his partner when the cop angled his torso toward her legs. “Not yet. You’re too big. We don’t have time to take things slow.”

  Matt nodded, settling instead for dragging his balls over her tummy when Ryan withdrew, letting her swing in his wake.

  Ben took his turn at the plate, embedding his thicker cock between her slick folds. This time as she rocked, she deflected off the men tightening the ring around her. She licked her lips as she caught glimpses of them jerking off above her.

  “Not all of them will make it.” Jeremy withdrew his fingers from her mouth, painting moisture over her lips. “Some are too close to wait for that pussy. They won’t last.”

  Her eyes rolled backward as Ben took up where Ryan had left off. Each man had his own patterns, his own stride. His unique cock rubbed her in a way expressly his own. The differences and similarities had her lost in a whirlwind of desire. A storm of passion made it difficult to focus, even on Jeremy and his directions.

  A tiny part of her mind recalled her training. For the first time she really understood the necessity of asking questions and demanding a response. Did she cause her submissives to float away from the earth and leave all their worries behind like this?

  She sure hoped so.

  “Answer me, Lily.” Jeremy’s stern demand reached her wandering mind through the fog of arousal limiting her attention on anything but the dense blanket of rapture surrounding her. “Do you want them to come on you? They’ll show you how much they appreciate your beauty and your surrender.”

  She barely remembered to switch her answer when another orgasm crashed through her. “Nooo.”

  Jeremy kissed the tear of pure joy that trickled along her temple. “You’re more than I imagined. More than I could have hoped.”

  Ben must have come with her. No sooner had he retracted his softening erection than another replaced it. Thank God. She’d reached a place where she could no longer detect the beginning or ending of her rapture. She came again and again, each orgasm leading into the next. Never truly stopping, the pleasure waned before rising again like bubbles in the champagne her partners had consumed. Each orb popped as it reached the surface, relieving tension until the next seed of passion sprouted within her.

  The hands on her body were joined by warmer, harder flesh. She opened her eyes long enough to count no fewer than five men rubbing their shafts over whatever part of her they could access. Someone bent her leg, fucking the crease between the underside of her calf and the back of her thigh.

  Another climax squeezed her lids shut again. She struggled to breathe, fought to maintain consciousness through the battery of pleasure. Cries leaked from her parted lips with every wave crashing over her body. Stopping the plaintive sounds was no longer an option.

  The exhibition of her complete capitulation must have affected the men surrounding her. They joined her vocalization of rapture, some spilling their come over her breasts or belly, easing the glide of others across her skin. Someone smacked the solid length of his cock on her nipples, spreading the slippery moisture falling there as constantly as rain drops in a warm summer shower.

  The pressure be
tween her legs changed again. She groaned as her well-used pussy stretched to accommodate the newcomer.

  “That’s right, Lily.” Jeremy guided her when she reached out, finding him right where she expected the moment she needed his reassurance. “You’re doing great. Relax and let Matt in. If you can take him, I’ll let you have my cock again. You’ve earned a reward.”

  “Not helping.” Matt cursed. “Making her tighter. She’s tiny, JRad. I’m hurting her.”

  “Yes!” Lily shrieked and though it might have looked as though she tried to evade Matt’s invasion, she squirmed to help him bury deeper. The burn as he spread her pussy wider than ever before eclipsed her reasoning.

  “Don’t believe her for one second.” Jeremy laughed. “She loves your cock. Don’t you?”

  “No.” The objection might have been discredited somewhat by her next orgasm, which distorted the cry.

  “That’s right.” Jeremy crooned as he shooed the man near her shoulder so he could come closer. “Suck on my cock, Lily. It’ll keep you from screaming something you might regret.”

  Like how much she craved what they were doing to her? Like how she needed the man she devoured to set her free?

  He was probably right. Again.

  Damn him.

  She scraped her teeth over his shaft, rebelling one last time.

  “Hell, yes.” He groaned. “I like it a little rough, wildcat. Do your worst. It’ll only make me fuck you that much harder.”

  When Matt began to move between her legs, she nearly choked. How had he impaled her on that mammoth cock? Somehow, Jeremy had distracted her through the worst of the insertion. Now that her body adjusted, gloving his thick hard-on, the pressure felt divine.

  “You should see how your pretty pussy is stretched around his dick.” Jeremy’s dirty talk triggered several of the guests to tip over the edge. Another wash of warm come decorated her skin. Each line of heat scorching her proved the power she held despite her position. One of the men reached out, using his broad palm to rub the evidence of her glory into her skin.

  Her tummy fluttered beneath the reverent touch.

  Matt growled and cursed again. He began to fuck her with fast twitches of his hips that tapped her clit without making her uncomfortable. “Shit. Not going to take much. Too tight. Waited too long. It’s too good.”

  Lily agreed. She couldn’t endure a ton of the overstimulation.

  She lapped at the underside of Jeremy’s shaft, stealing as much of his flavor as she could. She attempted to communicate with every flick of her tongue, suck of her lips and hollow of her cheeks how much she appreciated the experience he’d made possible. He’d altered her life in a single hour.

  Everything crashed around her.

  Matt’s hoarse shouts triggered another pinnacle. It felt so good it hurt. And still, she needed one more thing. One more man.

  She opened her eyes and stared straight into Jeremy’s intense gaze. He measured her visual plea since her mouth was too full of his cock to beg.

  He didn’t make her suffer.

  Chapter Ten

  The moment Matt abandoned her pussy, Lily noticed a difference. The frantic insanity caused by the drug had begun to fade. It lingered, causing occasional spikes of mingled agony and desire. But it had subsided. Jeremy had seen her through the worst of the high.

  Lily glanced around the room. Most of the men lounged, exhausted, observing the show through heavy-lidded eyes as slaves brought them drinks and attended to their comfort. Matt, Clint, Ryan and Ben hovered around her, a pillar of support at each of the main cables stringing her up. Ryan accepted a towel from a female slave, who wore Morselli’s uniform, and began to clean Lily with tender passes of the soft cloth while Jeremy took his rightful place between her legs.

  “Do you want me, Lily?”

  “No.” She sobbed the false denial.

  “Same here.” He shook his head as he slipped on a condom then tucked his cock into the entrance of her pussy. “I didn’t intend to need you like this. I don’t see how it’s possible. But it is. I have to have you.”

  Jeremy plunged into her. His absolute possession had more to do with the fierce determination in his gaze than the insertion of his delicious cock. Lily felt like Goldilocks—not too big, not too small. He fit her just right, as though cosmically designed as her counterpart.

  He buried himself to the root, slow and steady, as though savoring the meshing of their bodies. The small touches of his fingers over her ribs, his thumb caressing the insides of her knees and his broad palms gliding over her hips did more to influence her than the steady advance and retreat he initiated.

  The gleam in his eyes when he observed her response to his presence drove her insane. Still, the glut of the evening combined with the crashing of her system after the fervor of her Sex Offender high. Tears blurred her vision when she wondered if she would be able to come again. Just once more. She needed to share this moment with him.

  Doubt chased the sparkles of her arousal to the dim reaches of her psyche. Elusive, they evaded her attempts to rekindle them. The harder she tried, the farther they slipped away.

  “You’re doing fine, Lily,” he murmured. “Allow it to happen. Don’t fight so hard. I could fuck you all night and never tire of this feeling. We don’t have to rush.”

  His gentle reassurance brought her need flooding back. How could he assess her so well? No one ever had before. They’d thought her cold. Tough. No one had seen the girl inside, praying for someone—anyone—to trust.

  “That’s right.” He smiled, honing in on the motion that triggered the highest response in her overworked pussy. “I’ll take care of you. Give yourself to me. I can worry for us both. All you have to do is enjoy. Obey and I’ll handle the rest.”

  The room went dead silent as Jeremy entranced everyone in attendance.

  Lily shivered as he seduced her.

  “Ryan, Ben, come closer.”

  The submissives inched forward until their thighs brushed her hips, one on each side of her. “Lick her. Gently. Help her come for me.”

  Neither slave hesitated. Ben squatted while Ryan bent at the waist. Their tongues reached out, tentative as the firmed tips made contact with either side of her clit. Trapped between the two wet, warm muscles, which wriggled around her sensitive flesh, she could no longer resist.

  Her pussy clenched on Jeremy’s cock as it glided from the very entrance of her pussy to the farthest depths he could reach. He worked over her. Patient, calm and steady, he mixed a combination of qualities as potent and unstoppable as gravity.

  Lily visualized a ripple in a pond originating in the pit of her belly. As it expanded outward, she relaxed each part of her it touched. Her fists fell open. Her toes uncurled. Appreciative murmurs ran through the dominants in attendance when she went slack, accepting all Jeremy had to give.

  “Ah, yes. Just like that.” He put a hand on the back of Ryan’s head, urging the man closer before doing the same to Ben. “Feel how much deeper you can take me now?”

  The garble that flew from her lips couldn’t be deciphered, but he nodded.

  “It feels amazing to me too.” He smiled as he ground deep then picked up his pace.

  Ben and Ryan grew more adventurous. Their tongues lashed over each other as they played with her pussy. One of them nipped her swollen lips when the other sealed his mouth over her clit and sucked.

  “Nice.” Jeremy’s praise mesmerized her. The smoky timbre of his voice did as much to arouse her as the two mouths working her exterior while Jeremy caressed her deep inside. “You’ve got this. Feel me taking you to the edge. Soar, Lily. Leap.”

  The idea terrified her. He’d lifted her higher than she’d ever ventured before. What if she crashed? What if she couldn’t survive the impact?

  One tiny moment of hesitation was obliterated when he promised, “I’ll catch you. Always.”

  How could she not take the risk? In all her life she’d never met another man who read her so perfect
ly.

  Jeremy stared deep into her eyes as she lost control. Her body seized. Her heart stopped beating for one prime moment. He didn’t speed up or hammer her tender flesh. Instead, he remained solid as a rock, pumping every last bit of rapture from her with consistent glides of his cock.

  Even when he came, with a fierce growl she’d dream of the rest of her life, he kept his gaze locked on hers. A wry smile elicited a dimple in his chiseled cheeks. He rocked against her, filling the barrier between them with his release. She wished she could have felt him pouring, molten, inside her.

  His strokes slowed. They didn’t stop until she whimpered. Gingerly, he withdrew from her swollen pussy, leaving her wrecked.

  Suddenly she couldn’t catch her breath. What had she done?

  She’d given him everything.

  Jeremy dismissed Ryan and Ben, waving them aside so he could bend over her immobile form. He stared into her eyes as he cupped her cheeks in his palms. The press of his lips on hers startled her, causing an aftershock to wring her pussy. His tongue snuck out to swipe across her smile. It stole inside her mouth and licked her with tender strokes.

  The very last remaining shred of her independence began to slip away. He left her no choice. “Yes.”

  The pressure of his kiss obliterated her objection.

  She chanted it over and over until he caught her reverse meaning.

  He stopped dead. Sixty to zero as though he’d slammed into a brick wall.

  A cool breeze buffeted her skin when he stood abruptly, honoring their pact.

  Some part of her, deep within, cried out for him to return. To overrule her fear.

  Before he could, Morselli called out, “Very nice, kids. Too nice. You’ve ruined my party.”

  Lily glanced around. No one seemed interested in the abandoned slaves occupying the main section of the hall.

  “All bids submitted on arrival will be honored,” Morselli addressed the crowd. Thank God Lily had instructed her allies to show their interest up front. Many of the other buyers would have waited for demonstrations.

  Jeremy snarled when their host approached, his stubby hand flashing over his modest hard-on. Purple splotches dotted his cheeks and forehead. Maybe he’d keel over and save them some trouble. Lily braced herself for his seed, mourning the taint he’d layer on top of the pure passion melting her bones.