by Jo Davis
Nothing mattered but their touches, and he ached for more. And more was exactly what he got.
Lan moved back, and Nicole released his cock, fiddling with the case. Blaze heard the latch open, felt the lid hit the bed. Emma continued to play with his ass, two fingers now inside him, rubbing but avoiding his prostate and the possibility that he might shoot too soon. Curiosity getting the better of him, he cracked an eye open in time to see Nicole lift a metal wand from the case. His eyes widened, an involuntary moan rumbling in his chest at the realization of what they planned to do to him.
Nicole held it aloft for his inspection. Or torture, to be exact. “Have you ever experienced having a sound in your cock?”
His voice emerged as a harsh whisper. God, he hoped he could keep his orgasm from exploding. “Yes, but not in years.” The memory alone was enough to nearly shatter his control.
“Then you know what to expect,” she replied, clearly pleased. “Stay completely still and breathe deep. Emma, would you put on the cock ring so our captive doesn’t lose it before we’re ready?”
Somehow Blaze managed to remain still, but his breaths came in short pants of excitement as Nicole oiled the wand and Emma fastened the strap around his cock and balls. His sac felt full to bursting, but not nearly as stuffed as he’d feel in a moment. Jesus, he couldn’t wait! When was the last time he’d been taken, totally under others’ control?
His thoughts scattered to the wind as Nicole steadied his cock and parted the slit in the bulbous head with the tip of the wand. Allowed it to slip inside a couple of inches, enough to let him feel the delicious burn. Sweat rolled down his temples and into his hair.
“Emma, take the wand,” Nicole directed.
“I’ve never done it before.” She shook her head. “I don’t want to hurt him.”
“Part of being a good sub is learning how to pleasure your master. Now take it, and I’ll guide you.” Nicole’s tone was firm, brooking no argument.
After a brief hesitation, Emma nodded. “Okay. But don’t let me mess up.”
“I won’t.”
Emma sat up on her knees between his thighs and scooted forward, taking the device from Nicole. Lan placed a hand on his chest in reassurance as Nicole went on.
“I’ll keep his cock straight. You concentrate on keeping the wand pointed straight down, lowering it nice and easy. All the way in until the ball at the end is resting on the head.”
Emma’s face reflected her fascination with the procedure as she began to slide the instrument inside him. Blaze was glad he was restrained and grateful for the cock ring — he’d never seen anything more decadent than Emma filling him, owning the most intimate part of him. He relished the slight burn, which rapidly became a fire of arousal that swept through him, his entire body throbbing with need.
“Oh, God,” he pleaded hoarsely. “Please…”
Emma sat back, looking extremely satisfied with herself. Blaze took in his appearance — cock pointed at the ceiling, the little silver ball riding the tip; bound, spread, and helpless — a feast ready to devour. And devour him they did, the trio licking and sucking his cock and balls, his ass. Three mouths working him until he forgot his name, was nothing but willing, tormented flesh. He writhed, pulling against the bonds, needing more and past articulating what that might be.
Nicole touched Emma’s shoulder. “Now that you have him mindless with lust, what would you like to do with him?”
Emma’s blue eyes darkened, and she moistened her lips in anticipation. “I want to ride him… while Lan fucks him.” She looked at Lan for confirmation.
“Hell, yes,” he said. “I’d love nothing better than to ream that fine ass.”
Blaze’s rule that he never bottomed anymore had flown right out the window a few minutes back. As Lan took Emma’s place between his legs, parted his ass cheeks, and began to push his lubed, sheathed cock inside, he couldn’t think why he’d resisted for so long.
“Ah, fuck.” Lan tilted his head back slightly, gazing down at where their bodies joined. “Damn, that’s good. Are you okay?”
“Yes,” he rasped. “So full, but it’s — ah! Yes, it’s so good.”
“God, they’re beautiful,” Emma breathed, reaching between them. Her fingers explored as Lan pumped him, grazing both men, driving Blaze mad.
“E — Brandi.”
Nicole laughed. “I think your master needs his cock inside you. But first you have to remove the sound.”
As Lan fucked him with leisurely strokes, Emma carefully pulled the wand from his cock. Once it was out, she handed the instrument to Nicole, who laid it out of sight. Blaze couldn’t see where and didn’t care. He was just grateful for the cock ring, or he would’ve shot already.
Emma climbed astride him, facing backward, toward Lan. Blaze was surprised, but quickly came to appreciate the view of his length disappearing into her wet pussy, her heart-shaped ass lowering onto him. Blaze let out a ragged moan. His whole body was a giant nerve, a ball of lust that had to be sated or he’d die. He barely registered the few awkward moments as Emma and Lan experimented and finally found a suitable rhythm. Hell, they didn’t have to move at all, he was so far gone. He could blow just like this if he was able.
Nicole moved to kneel beside her master and Emma, playing with both of them. Stealing kisses and stroking them. Blaze couldn’t see everything she did, but he sure knew when she splayed her fingers around Lan’s cock and his own, rubbing both of them as they slid in and out of their sheaths.
Blaze’s head fell back and he closed his eyes, fucking Emma furiously, as hard as his bonds would allow. Lan drove into him without mercy, and when the other man angled his thrusts to hit his prostate, Blaze cried out at the wonderful, forceful shocks that rocketed through his body.
Someone fumbled with the cock ring around his balls and ripped the strap free.
“Come for me,” Emma panted.
“Ahh, yes! Shit!”
His orgasm roared through him like a tornado, leveling him with its raw power. Breaking him down, leaving him devastated — but in a fantastic way. He filled Emma with his cum, spasm after spasm. Suddenly Lan stiffened and gave a shout, finding his release as well. Nicole cried out, and Blaze cracked his eyes open to see Lan’s fingers working her clit, bringing her relief.
Spent, they remained in place, breathing hard, trembling in the afterglow of their orgasms. A part of Blaze wished they could stay like this indefinitely, and he regretted it when Lan pulled out and Emma climbed off. His disappointment, however, was tempered by his lady snuggling into his side and giving him a thorough kiss, love shining on her face.
“You were beautiful,” she said softly. “I had no idea you’d allow the things we did.”
“Baby, I’d do just about anything to make you happy.” He grinned. “And I enjoyed the hell out of it, in case you couldn’t tell.”
“I could, and I’m glad. Maybe we can do it again sometime?”
The hope in her expression melted him. Some big, tough Dom you are. “Sure, baby. Sometime.”
Wrung out, he drifted off to the sounds of Lan and Nicole heading to the bathroom, laughing together. He wished tonight would last forever.
Just like his love for Emma.
The chirping of his cell phone pulled Blaze reluctantly from his nice dream of bending Emma over his kitchen table, poofing it to mist. “Damn it.”
For a moment, he blinked at his surroundings in vague alarm, not recognizing them. But then the evening rushed back to him, curving his mouth upward at the memory.
Unfortunately, reliving them would have to wait. Careful not to awaken the others, he slid from the bed and followed the noise out into the hallway. Yep, he’d left the thing downstairs in his pants, and whoever was on the other end wasn’t giving up until he answered. However, by the time he fumbled in the darkness all the way down and found the device, it had gone to voice mail. Checking the missed calls, he winced and hit dial. Instantly, Ozzie’s strident voice blasted his ear.<
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“Christ, man, I thought those two had ax-murdered you both! Are you going to stay in there all damned night? Some of us would like to get some sleep.”
“Sorry, Oz,” he said, and meant it. “I had every intention of slipping off to call you guys and tell you to call it a night, and I fell asleep.”
“Glad you could sleep,” he grumped. “It’s torture listening to you guys get more action than I’ve had in the last year! My dick is so hot from beating off it could start a campfire!”
“Jeez, sorry. You know, there’s always Willis…”
“Fuck you, shithead. I wouldn’t touch his ugly ass with latex gloves and wearing a hazard suit.” A protest of “Hey!” sounded in the background, and Ozzie relented some. “Just sayin’.”
Blaze brought them back to the point. “You guys can go. If there’s anything to find here, we’ll locate it, but I doubt that’ll happen. These two are innocent victims, I’m positive.”
“Famous last words. Anyway, there’s another reason I need to talk to you. Our bugs we placed in Kosta’s office are doing their job. We caught a damning conversation between him and Dietz, and Kosta was dumb enough to mention the money going into the Liberation’s fund.”
Blaze pumped his fist. “Yes! Anything else? We’re going to need more, like the location of that damned weapon.”
“Not yet, but you need to watch your back. Kosta told Dietz he has a new investor — you — but he also said he’s suspicious of you. Said there’s something about you he can’t put his finger on, and Dietz told him to dig deeper.”
His elation deflated some. “Fuck me.”
“Yeah. Be real careful, my friend.”
“I will. Get some rest. Or some pussy, then some rest.”
“Yeah, right.” A click signaled the end of their little chat.
Blaze sighed and flipped the phone shut, reaching for his pants. After dragging them on he listened, and heard nothing except the soft tick of a clock from somewhere. He stuck his phone into the back pocket, along with his penlight, and studied his surroundings, wishing he dared turn on a lamp. He could probably explain it away, but it was best to leave the house dark, or the glow might bring someone to check.
The house was so big that he fervently hoped his hunch was correct and the office was on the ground floor, perhaps off the living room. He found the dining room and kitchen first, then tried the opposite direction. One sunroom and a storage closet later, he found Lan’s spacious office. In the moonlight, he could make out a computer on a large desk, a file cabinet, and a hutch filled with what appeared to be awards and trinkets.
He considered the file cabinet, but he knew few people filed incriminating papers like in the old days. A person’s computer was the most likely place to find the most immediate, damning information — if there was any.
Wiggling the mouse, he was glad to see the computer had been asleep instead of turned off. The screen came to life, presenting a wallpaper scene of a mountain and river, little icons lined up in rows. That the man hadn’t password-protected his screen spoke volumes; either Lan was a fatally stupid criminal, or he was innocent. Blaze doubted he was an idiot.
He launched Internet Explorer and waited, ears tuned in for noises. Finding his e-mail was easy — as with many folks he simply closed the program without logging off. Child’s play to scroll through and read them.
But other than the usual hodgepodge of business correspondence from his employees — seemed Lan was a CEO and a more powerful man than he let on — and jokes from friends, there was nothing. Not even an e-mail from one of Kosta’s other contacts that would enable Blaze to get an e-mail addy to trace.
Dietz and his minions weren’t stupid, but he’d get them. Somehow.
Blaze closed out and put the computer back to sleep. He was thinking of searching the file cabinet anyway when the overhead light suddenly flicked on. He squinted against the glare, letting his eyes adjust.
His gut sank to see Lan dressed in cargo shorts, standing in the doorway to the office, handsome face a study of barely restrained fury.
“I think it’s time you tell me who the fuck you really are, and what you hope to find by searching my office.”
Fifteen
Blaze pushed a hand through his hair, suddenly feeling a billion years old. “Come in, close the door, and I’ll try to explain as best as I can.”
Lan gaped at him, incredulous. “You’re summoning me into my own office where you’ll try to explain? After I catch you snooping on my computer and God knows where else? That’s mighty big of you.”
“Please, Lan. Come in and hear me out.”
The other man moved inside and closed the door. “This had better be good, or I’m calling the police. In fact, I probably should, anyway—”
“No. You really don’t want to do that — trust me.”
“Are you threatening me?”
He shook his head. “It’s not me you have to worry about. I need to ask you… have you ever wondered what Kosta and his cronies are really doing with your millions?”
“A few hundred thousand, not millions. And I’ll answer with a question — why do you ask?” His expression was wary, mistrustful.
Blaze didn’t blame him. But the man’s shock was about to be doubled.
“Because Kosta and Meyer, as well as the organization they’re working for, are under investigation.” He paused. “For espionage, treason, homeland terrorism. You name it.”
Lan stared at him, face draining of color. “You… you’re making that up.”
“I wish I were. Then you’d be able to throw me out and go back to your life with your new lady. Unfortunately, it doesn’t work that way. I’ll ask you again whether you’ve had any suspicions about these men.”
Lan’s gaze dropped to the floor, and he didn’t speak for a few moments. When he did, his voice was tired. “Yes. Not at first, but lately I’ve been frustrated at the lack of details about what my money is earning. They were so forthcoming in the beginning, providing me with printouts of data, reassuring me that my money was being well invested and would turn a profit eventually. For the past few weeks, though, all I’ve gotten is the runaround.”
“Why didn’t you say something at our meeting with them? Give me a hint that you had doubts?”
He had the grace to look embarrassed. “I was going to, but not in front of them. Call it a keen sense of self-preservation, but I don’t want them to know that I’ve lost faith. They seem dangerous, crazy as that sounds.”
“No. They are dangerous. As in ‘sell grandma to the devil and spit on her grave’ evil.”
“Great.” He gave a humorless laugh. “And where do you fit into all of this, John? Or whatever the hell your name is.”
“Blaze Kelly, and my ‘wife’ is Emma Foster, who really is my sub, by the way. We’re undercover, and before you ask, we can’t tell you who we work for. You’ve never heard of them, anyway, but rest assured we’re the good guys.”
“You’ll pardon my skepticism.”
“Doubt is healthy as long as it doesn’t cloud your view of the truth.”
“And what is the truth, Mr. Kelly?”
He cringed at the man’s distant tone, but couldn’t blame him. “Blaze, please. The truth could get you killed, so be real sure you want to hear it.”
“Well, if it’s that bad, then I’m likely already on their list of dumbasses to dispatch at their earliest convenience, wouldn’t you say?”
He couldn’t deny that. “Yeah, almost certainly.”
“Give me the easy version.”
“Okay. Kosta and Meyer, along with a player who didn’t show up at our meeting last night, work their money scams with a man who’s high up in the food chain in the U.S. military.”
“Would that be Major Reed Fontaine?” Lan asked.
“The same. You know him?”
“Not well. He doesn’t show up very often, and when he does, he’s a pompous prick. I wouldn’t care if I never saw him again.”
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“You’re not alone. Major Fontaine and his merry band report to a man name Robert Dietz, who’s an enemy of the U.S. government and the American people. He’s on every wanted list in existence. Have you ever heard his name?”
Lan frowned, thinking. “I can’t say I have.”
“I didn’t think so, or you’d already be dead.”
“Jesus!”
“Gets worse. Dietz works with a homegrown terrorist group who call themselves the Liberation Organization. In fact, he’s pretty much taken them over. Just over three months ago, with crucial information provided by the major, the Liberation group stole a weapon of mass destruction right from under the military’s nose. It was the largest, most potentially deadly security breach in our nation’s history… and if we don’t get it back, there won’t be a nation left when all is said and done.”
“Oh, my God! You mean—”
“The weapon has been sold, and Dietz’s group is waiting for the right time to move it, smuggle it out of the country. Where, in all likelihood, it will be aimed at us. Millions who survive the initial blast will be killed by the virus it releases. There’s no cure.”
“Why in God’s name did we make a weapon like that?” he whispered, stricken.
“Good question. My guess is to make sure other nations play nice? Except — whoops, we lost it. Now we have to find the goddamned thing before it’s moved.”
Lan hung his head, one hand covering his face. “And I’ve been funding these murderers. I thought the worst that might’ve happened was I’d been taken for some cash. How could I have been so blind?”
Rising, Blaze rounded the desk and laid a hand on Lan’s shoulder. “This isn’t your fault. The blame for this lies squarely on the government. The problem is, it’s guys like me who have to come in and try to clean up the mess without the public getting wind of what’s happened.”
Lan met his eyes, worried. “How the hell are you going to do that?”
“I have help. All you need to do is sit back and act normal. Don’t panic. These bastards can smell sweat at a thousand paces.”
