Conquering Jude (15 page)

“
Yes, Mistress.” He slipped his thumb over her swollen clit before sliding his fingers back inside her. “Mistress, may this slave speak with Micah?” He kept his request formal, hoping to she’d give him this small boon.

“
Go ahead, I love listening to your voice. The dirtier the better.” Her voice was raspy and it confirmed Jude’s belief that Olivia liked dirty talk.

An idea formed in his head. One which would please both Olivia and help Micah get off.

“
Thank you Mistress.” He took a deep breath and fluttered his fingers. “Micah?”

The other man grunted and the slap of flesh against flesh could be heard over Olivia’s gasps.

“
Yeah?”

“
Remember the night we played with Janice? She was the first Domme I ever touched other than Mistress. How she ordered me to make her come before she…” Jude rubbed his thumb a bit faster over Olivia’s clit.

“…
used the whip on me. Fuck yeah!” Micah’s voice was tight with remembered pleasure.

“
Yeah, and do you remember what she had me do while she was lashing your back?” Jude thrust his fingers deeper, rubbing Olivia’s walls while avoiding her g-spot. He was trying to keep Olivia on the razor edge of coming while helping Micah closer.

A low moan was Micah’s response. Olivia panted. “Oh God, what are you doing, pet?”

“
Pleasuring you, Mistress. Just like I did the night Micah and I visited Mistress Janice. Do you know what she wanted, Mistress? She wanted to see me make Micah come. She said she wanted to see my light skin against his dark. She had me start on his chest. Running my hands over his chest, tugging at his nipples.” He began thrusting his fingers in and out. “Do you want to see that, Mistress?”

“
Oh God,
yes!
” Olivia threw her head back. “Pinch my nipples, Micah!” Her hoarse order ended in a harsh groan as Micah did as he was told. One hand worked over her nipples while the other continued stroking his cock.

“
Do it, pet. Pinch his nipples while he does mine.”

Lifting his free hand, Jude caught Micah’s gaze and grinned. The man gasped when Jude raked his thumbnail over the hard black discs. He’d just found a way around Olivia’s punishment for Micah. Olivia had said Micah wasn’t allowed to hurt himself to come…not that Jude couldn’t do it.

“
What else did you do Jude? Where else did you touch?” her voice was starting to slur.

A low growl escaped Jude when her muscles clenched hard around his fingers. She was really close despite the pain pills that were kicking in. Judging from Micah’s face, he was too. It was time to finish it. Squeezing hard on Micah’s right nipple, he answered her. “I raked my fingers over his abs before she had me take his cock in my hand. I used my nails to scrape over his shaft before jerking him hard and fast while she whipped him. God, Mistress, I’ve never seen a man come so hard or so much before in my life. He covered me with cum.”

“
Son of a bitch!” Micah gritted his teeth, his fist stroking hard and brutally fast between his thighs even as he kept up the rhythmic squeezing of her nipple between his fingers. “Fuck, I remember…please, Mistress…are you there yet? I’m gonna…”

Jude thrust against Olivia’s g-spot while pressing hard on her clit with his thumb – rotating it. His mouth watered, he wanted to taste her so bad. If he could only get his mouth on her, he’d have her coming hard against his face.

“
Yes, oh my God, come for me, Micah. I want to see you come on him.”

Ragged breaths escaped Micah as he turned towards Jude. The desire to appease Olivia was there and Jude nodded his understanding. After feeling it once, he had no objections to it the man coming on him. It didn’t mean either Micah or he were gay, simply that both needed - no wanted - to please Mistress by allowing it to happen.

“
Do it, Micah. Come on me.” He wiggled his fingers inside of his creaming Mistress.

Micah’s chest rose and fell heavily as he fought to orgasm.

Under his hand, Jude could feel Olivia fighting to climax as the drugs took over her body.

“
No! You won’t sleep yet, Mistress.” Jude’s voice was hoarse. “You wanted to see him cover me with cum, so you’ll stay awake and watch!”

Olivia panted. Her eyes widened fractionally at his rough tone. Her thighs trembled along his wrist as she bucked towards him. His lips thinned. “Let me taste you, Mistress.” Her gaze met his and she shook her head.

“
No. No tasting!” her tone was firm despite its drowsiness.

He pinched her clit, trying to force her over the edge. “Fuck!”

“
Shove a finger up her ass!” Micah gasped his body trembling on the edge. “She loves anal play. Shove a finger up her ass and rub her clit. She’ll come!”

“
No!” Olivia’s protest was lost as Jude yanked a dripping finger out of her cunt and forced it past the tight entrance of her ass while he gave her clit a hard pinch. “Oh, my fucking god!” Her body went rigid as her orgasm struck hard and fast. Beside her Micah cursed and Jude felt the first splash of seed hit his chest. Jude’s eyes widened as his cock swelled and he felt the beginnings of an orgasm stir in his balls.

“
Fuck!” He gritted his teeth. “Ah Hell, Mistress. I’m gonna…can I…?” He pounded his hand harder against her crotch. She screamed as another orgasm hit her.

“
Yes!”

Whether her scream was one of pure ecstasy or one of permission, Jude chose to take it as consent. He grabbed at his zipper, trying to get his cock out before it exploded. But it was too late. “Son of a fucking bitch!” His balls clenched and unloaded. Seed rushed up his shaft and spilled out of the head of his weeping dick. Pleasure flared bright and hot. His shout joined Olivia’s and Micah’s….

Shifting uncomfortably on the couch, Jude hung his head. Despite the release he’d found, and just like every other scene he’d had participated in, his dick had stayed hard enough to hammer nails. It hadn’t abated while he and Micah cleaned up the mess they’d made on Olivia’s bed and tucked her in. Nor had it gone away after he and Micah had talked in the bathroom about what happened, and why Jude was feeling guilty about forcing the issue, even though it’d been for a good cause.

Even as Micah reassured him that in the morning Olivia wouldn’t hold a grudge against him, his cock continued to throb like a toothache. He’d thought it would surely go down when he’d finally allowed Micah to wash their combined semen off of him, so he wouldn’t break his word to his Mistress
. But it hadn’t - damn it! Even four hours later the son of bitch won’t go down. One little whiff of her cream and it stays rock hard. God, I hope when she finally allows me to fuck her, I won’t fuck her raw. Because that’s what it might just take to satisfy this damn hard-on.

Chapter Ten

Olivia slowly opened her eyes to the bright sunlight filtering through her bedroom window. It was one of the reasons she’d bought her condo on the spot. Even with her long hours at the club, she loved watching the sun come up over Lake Michigan. Rolling onto her side, she groaned. Her head felt like shit – one of the reasons she hated taking the damn Vicodin – but thankfully her wrist was only a dull ache as opposed to the agony of the day before.

Focusing her eyes on the digital clock resting on the night table, she yawned. It was after eight and she felt like she’d slept for ten hours. Vague tendrils of recollection of her slaves seducing her during the night tugged at her.
Hmmm, it’s amazing I even slept considering my dreams were full of seduction by two
very
naughty slaves.
Her nipples tingled at the memory of her dream.

…
Jude’s pale fingers plucking at Micah’s dark flesh, while Micah’s squeezed on hers. Micah tossing his head back as the fist he’d wrapped around his thick cock stroked relentlessly. The shiny head leaking lubricant before he tossed his head back and exploded, shooting his seed all over Jude’s chest. Then the sound of Jude’s voice begging to be allowed to come had been like liquid fire consuming her. She’d come so hard from the sight of Micah’s semen streaming down Jude’s sexy abs and the hard pounding of Jude’s fingers inside her ass, she’d blacked out…

Looking over her shoulder, she was disappointed but not surprised to see the other half of her bed empty. Not even a dent was visible in the pillows. Her brow furrowed.
Of course he’s not here. He may have accepted his submissive side but there’s no way he did what I dreamt.
Sliding to the edge of the bed, she rose unsteadily. She made her way into the bathroom.

After taking care of her needs and washing her hands, she noticed the crumpled up batiste gown lying on the top of her clothing hamper. Picking it up, she realized with shock it was the one she’d changed into before laying down for the night. Holding it up to the light, she noticed the damp stains on the bodice of it. Running her finger through the dampness, she lifted it to her nose. The smell of spent passion had her thighs trembling.
Dear God, it hadn’t been a dream.
Glancing down at her body, she noticed she was wearing a fresh nightgown. A frown tugged at her lips.
How?
Then it dawned on her.
The guys had to have cleaned me up last night.

Dropping the gown, she used the wall for support to make her way into the darkened living room. If what she’d dreamt was real, then Jude had to be in agony. She’d been vicious with her punishment of her newest slave last night. She’d refused to let him taste her again – the bud between her thighs swelled in memory.
Damned if that man didn’t have a wicked tongue.
Then not only had she refused to let him come but also forbid him to wash her scent from his skin. Guilt consumed her. She had used tactics she would normally only use on a seasoned slave, not one who had just accepted his submissive side.

Stopping next to the couch, her breath caught. Jude lay on his back, sound asleep with one arm resting above his head while the other was splayed on his abdomen. He was wearing nothing more than a pair of drawstring shorts. His chest was bare and she could see the head of his erection peaking mere inches below his palm. The bags under his eyes made her guilt increase.
Good going, Olivia. You got him so aroused, he didn’t even lose his erection in slumber.

Moving around the couch, she sank to her knees next to it. Lifting the hand against his abs, she pulled it towards her. A mumbled sigh came from Jude. When she sucked his index finger into her mouth, his eyes flew open.

“Mistress?” His voice was a mere croak of its normal tone, his eyes blurry.

“Hmmm.” She slid his finger out of her mouth with the taste of herself and his natural saltiness sharp against her tongue. “You obeyed and that deserves a reward.” Her mouth moved onto his next finger. He groaned and reached for her.

“No.” She caught his gaze. “No touching. Let me have my fun.”

A low groan escaped him but he stilled. “Yes, Mistress.” The need in his eyes had her breath catching.
This is why I love dominating him, to see just that look.
She finished cleaning his fingers before pressing his hand up to rest next to his other beside his head.

“Keep them there, slave.” She brushed her mouth over his before sliding away. A smile tugged at her lips at his low moan. Under her palm, she could feel the tensing of his stomach as he struggled to keep from grabbing at her. Scrapping her nails over the silky curls covering his abs, the smile broke free as his breath hissed out. Her fingers brushed over the damp head of his erection. It jumped in reaction, leaving a trail of silky pre-cum across his lower stomach

“Fuck, Mistress.” Hands that had been clenched into fists slid under the throw pillow to latch onto the cushioned arm beneath.

Her eyes narrowed but she decided not to call him on it. He’d been merely looking for something to anchor his hands with to keep from disobeying - not actually disobeying.

“You know you did something very naughty last night, don’t you,
pet?”
She jerked down the waistband of his shorts, freeing his erection to her gaze. It was long, thick and swollen, its tip flushed dark purple with arousal. Her breath caught in her throat. It was the first time she’d actually seen it. In all their play in the past and even last night, she hadn’t trusted herself to merely look without touching.
And I was right.
Her finger trailed up the underside, tracing the throbbing vein just under the taut skin. The head swelled as the slit in the head widened.
Dear Lord, the man is already on the verge of coming!

“You’re not allowed to come yet, slave!”

“Mistress, please!” The urgent tone in his voice had her hand wrapping around the base of his shaft, forestalling his coming eruption. Under her palm, she felt the pulse of his desire. Her belly quivered in response. She licked the exposed super-sensitive skin above her hand even as she tightened her grip, stalling his release.
Damn if I don’t want to mount him right here.

He gasped and arched into her grasp. “Thank you - thank you, Mistress. “ His relief was palpable.

Holding him firmly, she pushed her own need to the side and continued. “As I said, last night both you and Micah were naughty little slaves. Normally a slave who sneaks into their Mistress’s bed without permission is severely punished, but I’m not without understanding.” She continued as if she hadn’t just seen him blanch, “I know I can be a bitch about taking meds. As
my
slave you want to take care of me, so…” she stroked her hand up and down his shaft once, and then again. “…I’ve already forgotten about last night’s little stunt.”

He grunted and shook. “Thank you, Mistress.”

She stopped just below the tip of his cock. “If you ever think of trying it again - teasing me and then withholding my pleasure to prove a point or manipulate me, I
will
take my crop to your hide.” She caught his eye. “And not in a good way. Do you understand?’