by Abby Blake
Mikayla slipped into his embrace as Rick and Tracey wished them goodnight and left the main room. Brock held Mikayla close but nearly cursed a blue streak when she tilted her head back and demanded to know what was wrong.
Damn. Either he was slipping in his duties as a Dom, or his lovely wife was learning to read his moods too easily. Either way, it didn’t bode well for the type of plans he and Lachlan had for their sub before they explained why Lachlan was leaving.
“What’s wrong?” she demanded once more.
Without answering her, Brock leaned down, captured her lips with his own, and lifted her into his arms. He kissed her deeply as he carried her into the bedroom. By the time they broke apart to breathe, Mikayla was beautifully pliant in his arms and her eyelids had become heavy with desire. She stood still and allowed him to strip her clothes away before he buckled the cuffs to her wrists. She smiled sweetly as he hooked them behind her back and urged her to her knees.
“Are you comfortable, sub?”
“Yes, Sir,” she answered, already looking relaxed. It still amazed him how beautiful his woman could look when she willingly submitted to his domination. Mikayla was everything he could ever ask for in a wife, a lover, and a submissive, and his love for her grew every day.
Lachlan stood by the doorway, watching them as he lazily rubbed a hand over his hard cock. They had planned to test Mikayla on the proper use of her safe word but didn’t want to worry Tracey or Rick if they overheard them. Bondage could be easily misinterpreted, especially by a police officer who dealt with domestic violence on a daily basis.
“I love you, Mikayla,” Brock said as he touched her face gently.
“I love you, too, Brock. Now can I please suck your cock?”
Brock tried to hide his smile, but even Lachlan laughed at their sub’s naughtiness. He stepped into the room, lifted Mikayla into his arms, and arranged her face down over his lap. Brock grabbed the ball gag from Lachlan’s bag, and Mikayla willingly opened her mouth and let him fasten it in place. He smiled at her relieved sigh and suspected it was as much from the fact he hadn’t used the O-ring as it was her relief that she’d be able to stay quiet and not upset anyone in the neighboring room.
“Show me your safe signal,” Brock said in a tone that brooked no argument. Mikayla immediately closed and opened her hands three times and left them open wide. “Thank you, baby girl. Are you comfortable?”
He could almost see her rolling her eyes even though she was faced away from him. This position wasn’t really meant to be comfortable—how comfortable could it be to lie face down over Lachlan’s hard thighs with her arms tied behind her back?—but it was important that they weren’t actually hurting her. She nodded.
Lachlan rubbed her bottom with his hand, warming it first before placing tiny little pinches against the skin. Mikayla squeaked at the first few, probably because the pinches were smaller, more localized stings than a spanking, but she soon began to squirm in Lachlan’s hold. Her juices quickly covered her labia and thighs, and she breathed heavily around the ball gag.
Brock moved closer, thrust two fingers deep into her pussy, and began to fuck her slowly. She tried to grind her clit against Lachlan’s thigh, but he held her just out of reach, and she growled in protest.
She was close. Brock could feel her orgasm building, so he pulled away. Even Lachlan stopped touching her, simply holding her still as she growled her discontent. When she finally settled, they began again, Lachlan giving her tiny, stinging pinches, Brock thrusting his fingers deep and hard into her pussy.
But as she got close again, they both pulled away.
Chapter Eight
Mikayla growled, but the damn ball gag lessened the sound and made her even more frustrated. She should be used to these two by now. Denying her orgasm had been a favorite game of theirs ever since she’d met them, but every time they did it, she wanted to smack them both. Well, she wanted to smack them right up until the point that they let her finally orgasm and the intensity of her long denied climax overwhelmed every other thought.
But right now, she lay quietly over Lachlan’s lap, trying to calm down quickly so that they would start again. Every nerve ending tingled, her clit felt swollen and needy, her breasts heavy and aching, and heat snaked through her veins like a chemical fire. She had no choice but to breathe through it. Even without them touching her, the orgasm threatened to overwhelm her. But she knew what would happen if she came without their permission, so she held still and tried really, really hard to calm her frazzled nerves.
“Good girl,” Brock said in approval. Heat melted through her a moment before a thumb pushed into her pussy and thick fingers found her clit. She panted against the intense sensations, her orgasm threatening, her muscles shaking with the effort to hold back.
“Come for us, little one,” Lachlan said then bit her ass. She would’ve screamed, but the ball gag held her silent. Electricity leapt through her, searing every nerve, tightening every muscle, stealing every breath before blasting outward and shaking her entire body.
She shivered as overwhelming release washed through her and then moaned deeply as the rocking, rolling, melting sensation continued.
Finally, she lay limp over Lachlan’s lap, panting around the ball gag, the ache in her shoulders and arms barely noticeable. She felt the wrist cuffs being unlocked and whimpered as Brock lifted her into the middle of the bed and helped her move her arms to a more natural position. Lachlan undid the ball gag, and she clenched and unclenched her jaw in an effort to ease the ache. They lay down on either side of her, soothing her with gentle strokes as her breathing finally returned to normal.
Lachlan kissed her, moving over her, pressing her hard against the bed as he thrust his cock against her swollen clit. The nerves zinged, sending heat rolling through her once more. She moaned as he teased her, his tongue thrusting into her mouth over and over but his cock just rubbing over her sensitized flesh.
He held her on the edge, easing away when she once again got close.
Brock rolled her onto her stomach, moved over her, and thrust his lubed cock against the crease of her ass. He rubbed between the cheeks, touching the sensitive pucker of her anus but never pushing inside. He licked and nibbled her neck and ear as he whispered what they planned to do. She shuddered in anticipation, even as he moved away and Lachlan lifted her to her hands and knees. He stood at the edge of the bed, tilted her chin up with his warm hand, and caressed her cheek tenderly.
“Suck me,” Lachlan said as he pushed his hard cock against her mouth. She opened for him, licking the underside of his erection as he thrust hard. She swallowed around him, relaxing her throat and taking him deeper.
He held still while Brock pushed a thick dildo into her pussy and began to fuck her gently with the toy. She hummed against Lachlan’s cock as Brock pushed the toy into her and secured it in place with elastic straps that connected to a Velcro belt around her waist. He smoothed a hand over the small welts on her ass before returning to the toy and turning it on.
“Do not come,” he said as she started to shake uncontrollably. Lachlan pulled away a moment, then thrust into her mouth, once, twice. He held still as Brock adjusted the front strap so that the imbedded beads rubbed against her swollen clit. She groaned as the shaking grew stronger, her release imminent.
“Do not come,” Brock said in a voice that promised dire punishment if she disobeyed.
She tried to relax, tried to hold back, tried to breathe through the sensation of lava flowing her veins and heating her pussy, but when Brock moved the straps from the crease of her ass and slid his hard cock into her back passage, she was lost.
Instantly, orgasm ripped through her, her ass, her pussy, her stomach all pulsing with her climax. Over and over heat swept through her, and her men began to fuck her in earnest. She gasped as Lachlan pressed deeper, fucking her harder as he swelled and exploded in her mouth. She swallowed, drinking him greedily as her ass tightened around Brock and he, too, lost control,
finally pounding into her ass over and over and over until he hurled his seed deep into her back passage.
They collapsed on the bed, a sweaty, sticky mess, both of her men still inside her body as the vibrator continued to stimulate her pussy and the beads rubbed her clit. She moaned as the sensations kicked her into orgasm again, and then again, and then again.
Finally, her husbands pulled away, and one of them turned off the vibrator. She practically sobbed her relief as they undid the strap and carefully removed the beads from her swollen, aching clit. Lachlan rolled her onto her back and gently licked and suckled the sore flesh for a moment before rolling her onto her stomach and inspecting her red ass.
“Bath first,” he said as he carefully lifted her into his arms. “And then we’ll discuss your punishment.”
“Punishment?” she squawked indignantly. Surely leaving the vibrator on as long as they did was punishment enough. Every bone in her body seemed to have melted.
“You came without permission, baby girl. Four times, if I counted correctly.”
“That’s not fair,” she said, trying to muster the energy to argue.
“That’s what makes it so much fun,” Lachlan said as he kissed her softly.
She smiled at her husband’s knowing grin. Fun? Well, she couldn’t really argue with that.
* * * *
Bryce watched the monitor as three separate aircraft buzzed around the building. It would seem that none of them were aware that Zedahla had been removed from the planet more than two weeks ago, and for that he was thankful, but their behavior was getting more aggressive. Unfortunately, the local law couldn’t do anything until their high-flying visitors did something illegal. Until then the brothers were on their own.
The only bit of good news was that if the invaders did land, the laws on this planet were the same as they were on Earth. They were allowed to use deadly force to defend themselves from an intruder in their own home. Bryce carried both a stun weapon and his old-fashioned handgun at all times now. He didn’t want to kill anybody, but he sure as hell wouldn’t hesitate to defend himself or his brothers.
They had less than a month’s work before they could pack up and go back to Earth for a while. They’d already decided they could afford to take a year or two off, maybe longer if the brothers could find regular employment on Earth. After everything that had happened in the last three contracts, they figured they were quite entitled to a break.
Even Bryce was looking forward to going home. The house his brothers owned was already up for sale, and they’d made arrangements to park the research station in synchronous orbit until they decided how to put it to best use. Bryce would need to be careful, but the fact that they weren’t returning to the same state would certainly help. They’d already discussed a number of different options but hadn’t made any firm decisions.
Bryce watched the three flying pods scatter when a fourth, much larger craft came into view. Recognizing it as their own cruiser didn’t help still his fear when he realized it contained two occupants. He alerted his brothers via the intercom and went to meet his unexpected visitors.
He was about to grill Lachlan for an explanation when the man behind him pulled his gun. Bryce reacted immediately, his weapon in his hand without any conscious thought.
“What the hell is going on?” the man asked Lachlan, never once lowering the gun he pointed at Bryce.
“Leroy,” Lachlan said as he stepped between the two guns. “This is my brother Bryce.”
“Yeah well your brother”—he spat the word—“is a well-known drug dealer.”
“Interesting,” Bryce drawled, deliberately keeping a mocking tone in his voice, “coming from a man like you.” He barely recognized the guy, and if Leroy hadn’t pulled a weapon on him, Bryce may have missed it. Stepping off his family’s cruiser was the absolute last place he expected to find one of the drug runners he’d dealt with while working undercover.
“Damn it. Both of you lower your weapons while we sort this out.” Bryce gave the other man a mocking grin as they both lowered their guns and pointed them at the ground. He might be willing to listen to Lachlan’s explanation, but he wasn’t stupid enough to put away his gun.
“Bryce, this is Officer Darkeen Leroy Haloden. Leroy, this is my brother Bryce Davidson. Bryce recently retired from ten years working undercover for the drug enforcement agency.” Lachlan shook his head as a laugh escaped him. “Fourteen billion humans in this universe and I had to find a cop who knows your history.”
“Not just my history,” Bryce said, relaxing just a little. “Your friend Leroy was pretty high up in the drug food chain himself.”
Leroy had obviously started to relax as well because he flipped the safety back onto his stun gun and shoved it into its holster. “That’s true,” he said with a wide grin, “until I managed to shut down their operations and get them all arrested.”
Bryce laughed. He knew that feeling. The one that made him feel like every shitty thing that had happened while undercover was finally worth it. He holstered his gun to secure the cruiser before they headed inside.
“Leroy is here to uncover evidence to support Zedahla’s testimony. Hopefully, he’ll be able to get arrests without setting off a civil war.” Lachlan ran a hand down his face tiredly. “It’s more than obvious that some of the religious leaders on this planet don’t agree with the Earth laws that are currently in place.”
Bryce nodded in acknowledgement but then turned to more personal matters first.
“How did you manage to leave Mikayla with only one husband? No offense to Brock’s skills, but I thought we all agreed she would always have at least two of us by her side.”
“Try explaining our reasoning on that one to Tracey’s husbands.”
Bryce nodded as a smile curved his lips. Rick, Tony, and Ashton were all highly trained police officers and were more than capable of protecting Mikayla and Tracey. Hell, they’d probably protect Brock while they were at it. And they wouldn’t be impressed by the inference that Mikayla still needed two husbands to protect her when they were around.
“You two may as well grab something to eat. I’ll meet you in the communications room. I reckon our annoying little visitors will be back now that the cruiser is powered down.”
“Have any landed?” Lachlan asked.
“Not yet. But I think it’s only a matter of time. At least they seem to have missed Zedahla’s escape from the planet.”
Ten minutes later, the three of them sat in the communications room monitoring the skies over the research station as they discussed how best to find evidence to support Zedahla’s story. Not one of them doubted she was telling the truth, but it was obvious from the records that Leroy had managed to collect from Earth’s database that most of the people listed as missing on this planet were young women. Add that to the seemingly accidental non-registration of female births, and it seemed obvious that women were being mistreated in horrendous ways.
“From what we can figure, Zedahla’s birth was only registered because she was knocked over by a loaded cart in the public marketplace and taken to the local hospital. She was three Earth years old at the time. Her older sister is not registered at all. Neither was her cousin.” Bryce felt his blood run cold at the realization that females could’ve been born and murdered and no one outside of the religious community would ever have known they existed.
“So what are you planning?” Bryce asked. It was obvious by the clothes he wore that Leroy followed the same faith.
“You need to understand,” Leroy said, looking rather frustrated, “that these fanatics do not represent my religion or my beliefs. They have taken the principles I hold dear and twisted them to serve their own purpose.” Bryce and Lachlan nodded. They knew this religion was widespread and for the most part peaceful. They had always assumed Zedahla’s family was part of the extreme fanatical element that seemed to sprout within organized religions. But it was good to hear their assessment confirmed by someone on the insid
e. “I’m thinking if I go undercover, warn them of Zedahla’s actions, and then claim to have taken care of her and her testimony, it might give me a way in.”
“So you’re going in there to tell them that you murdered Zedahla?” Bryce asked with interest. It was certainly a foot-in-the-door story. From what he understood of Zedahla’s father, he’d likely welcome Leroy with open arms.
“It’s the only way I can explain my history. I’m a registered cop with a long history of working closely with a judge who is actively working to shut down these types of fringe elements to our religion.”
“Won’t that be really dangerous?” Lachlan asked. It was obvious from his expression that Lachlan was only now beginning to understand the dangers of undercover work. His experience was in the military, and in war you usually had a clear idea who the enemy was. But in undercover work, an officer walked a very different path. One wrong decision could literally get them killed or worse. Bryce rubbed his leg absently, even though it didn’t actually hurt anymore, the human memory was a powerful thing.
Leroy made eye contact with Bryce before answering his brother. “Yes, but it has the added advantage of making things safer for Zedahla. I’ve already arranged for her death to be registered.” He smiled at the grim expression on Lachlan’s face. “I’m still trying to get a new identity for her, but I’ve had trouble convincing the powers that be that a new identity is justified. They have suggested I wait until the case is closed and then simply remove notification of her death, but we all know she will never be safe while she is using her own name.”
“I have some old contacts who can help,” Bryce said. “You just worry about this end. We’ll make sure Zedahla is protected.”
“Good,” Leroy said with obvious relief. “She has been so brave and so helpful. I would hate to think it got her hurt later on.” He seemed to hesitate a moment but then said, “Unfortunately, if I do this, it will only make your situation here more precarious.”
