Her Mile High Mates [The Hot Millionaires #4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (17 page)

“But we Brits don’t hold it against him,” Clyde added, grinning.

“Pleased to meet you, Fabia.” Edmunds’s handshake was firm.

They sat on comfortable chairs arranged in front of the tinted glass windows, drinking cold sodas as Peyton and Clyde between them filled Edmunds in on the previous night’s happenings.

“Shame you couldn’t find out what institution they’re planning to hit.”

“Probably a bank,” Clyde said casually, “and a lot of people might say that they deserve it.”

Edmunds cast him a reproving look. “Seems to me we need a warrant to get us into this Kremlin place.” He shared a thoughtful glance between the three of them. “Any chance that Sergio would be willing to make a statement?”

“Nope,” three voices said in unison.

“It would sign my sister’s death warrant,” Fabia added alone.

“Not necessarily.”

“Easy for you to say, she’s not your sister.” Fabia glowered at the man. “You can’t guarantee her safety, either.”

“Unfortunately, there are no guarantees in this life, Fabia.”

“I have a feeling that if anyone signed anything, Asimov would know about it before the ink was dry,” Clyde mused. “He has eyes and ears everywhere.”

“Yes, I agree,” Fabia said with alacrity.

Peyton nodded. “So it would probably be better to come at this from another angle.” He had crossed one calf over his opposite thigh and rested his elbow on his knee as he thought it through. No one interrupted his cogitations. “Why don’t we revert to plan A and target Field?”

“Good idea,” Clyde agreed. “As manager of Tosca Brava we’ve always known David Field must be aware of the money laundering and profiting from it. When we thought we were only going after Asimov for money laundering, we didn’t want Field to know that we were on to him for fear that he’d run straight to Asimov. The stakes are much higher now, and I think it’s worth the risk.”

“What can we offer him?” Peyton asked.

“Immunity from prosecution if he cooperates,” Edmunds said. “He’ll lose his job, obviously, but that’s a damned sight better than losing his freedom.”

“We know he has massive debts caused by two divorces in quick succession and a gambling habit he can’t break,” Peyton said.

“However did he get that job?” Fabia asked, hearing all this for the first time.

“People who know people who know people,” Clyde said cynically.

“Come down on him hard,” Edmunds said, “and scare the shit out of him. No, on second thought, set it up for early this evening. I’ll come down and lean on him myself. We need to get him to sign a statement so we can get that warrant. If he breathes a word then he’ll go to jail. Between us we’ll make him believe that and make him more scared of us than he is of Asimov.”

“Got it.” Peyton and Clyde nodded in unison. “We’ll get back now, tell him we need to see him about something unrelated later today, and e-mail you with the time.”

“When you get into the Kremlin place, how will you protect Sonia?” Fabia asked.

“We have plans of the building. We need to find out from Sergio what room she’ll be in. We should have asked him that before. Then we’ll figure something out.”

Fabia wanted to say that wasn’t good enough, but she could see from the determined set to Peyton’s jaw that Sonia’s safety was as important to him as it was to her. And so she put her trust in him and didn’t push the issue.

* * * *

Peyton sat in the back of the plane with Fabia on the return trip.

“Aren’t you needed up front?” she asked.

“Nah, Clyde can manage, but you look upset and in need of a little cosseting.”

“Wouldn’t you be upset in my position? World War III is about to break out in the house where my sister’s being held, and there’s no clear plan to get her out.”

“We’ll get her out, never doubt it.”

“You’re going in with the police when they serve the warrant?” She frowned. “Won’t it be dangerous?”

“We thrive on danger.”

“Don’t make light of it.” She thumped his arm. Peyton grinned in response, reckoning she was too distracted to realize they were already airborne. “It’s bad enough that Sonia’s in the thick of it. If I have to worry about you two as well—”

“You don’t. We can take care of ourselves.” Peyton glanced at Clyde. “Altitude?”

“Six thousand feet,” he said, a smile in his voice.

“Do you know what that equates to?” he asked Fabia in a velvety-smooth tone.

“No, what?”

“We’re a mile above the ground.”

She gulped and quickly caught on. “The mile-high club?”

“Exactly.” He unfastened the harness and offered her a sexy, challenging smile. “Wanna join?”

“Isn’t it dangerous?”

“Only if Clyde feels left out and decides to leave the controls and join us.”

“Then we shouldn’t. It’s not fair to Clyde.”

“Don’t worry, sugar,” he said into his microphone. “I love you for thinking of me, but you can make it up to me later. I’m sure I’ll think of a way.”

Fabia’s eyes sparkled, and Peyton knew he had her. “All right,” she said. “What do I have to do?”

“Whatever I tell you to, of course.”

She rolled her eyes. “Oh, of course! How silly of me.”

He unfastened her harness and then lowered the backs of their seats until they were completely flat.

“Take your clothes off, Fabia.”

She gulped several times, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. “Yes, Master.”

The prospect of being fucked a mile up in the sky appeared to have distracted her from both her fear of light aircraft and her distress about her sister. She removed all of her clothes with elegance, given the limited space, and knelt in front of him, eyes lowered in submission.

“Now remove the clip from your hair.”

She did so, and it cascaded over her shoulders and across her breasts in a wild riot of curls.

“I brought a present for you.”

Peyton reached into the side pocket of the flattened seat and produced a package. Her gaze rested on his hands as he unwrapped it and produced nipple and clit clamps linked by a heavy-duty chain.

“I reckon you might enjoy these.”

“I think you might well be right.”

Her eyes didn’t leave his hands as she swiped her tongue repeatedly across her lower lip. He fastened the rubber tips of tweezer-style clamps to nipples that were already rock hard, eliciting several groans from Fabia for his trouble.

“Comfortable, babe?”

Her groans transmuted to soft sighs of contentment. “Wonderful!”

“A bit tighter?”

“Yes, please.”

He slid the steel rings upward one at a time, watching her nipples change colour as the pressure on them increased. When he figured they were as tight as she could take, he bent his head and rasped first one sensitive peak and then the other with his tongue. Fabia cried out.

“That’s torture!”

Peyton chuckled. “That’s the general idea. Now, lay on your back, arms above your head.” She did as he asked, instinctively spreading her legs wide. “You seeing this, Clyde? She’s looking red hot.”

Clyde groaned. “I’ve got it.”

Peyton threw off his clothes. He’d partially shaved his pubes in anticipation of this moment and slid a cock ring over his erection, pumping it until the toy slid into the right place and felt completely comfortable. Then he secured Fabia’s hands with restraints and gave the chain connecting the nipple clamps a soft tug. She moaned and closed her legs, rubbing her thighs together.

“Don’t do that.”

Peyton tapped her thigh hard, and she immediately reopened her legs. He squirted lube over her pubic area and attached the clit clamp. She groaned a little louder, thrashing her head from side to side like she couldn’t take much more. Peyton reached for his camera and fired off a few shots.

“You are the stuff of every man’s dreams, sweetheart,” he said gruffly. “The things you like to do are such a fucking turn-on.”

“These gadgets of yours are just wonderful,” she said in a faraway voice.

“You haven’t got everything yet. Turn over.”

Fabia scrambled onto her hands and knees. Peyton used the lube again and inserted a finger in her anus. He withdrew it again almost immediately, earning a squeal of protest from Fabia, and replaced it with the same butt plug he’d used on her before.

“Okay, on your back again.”

When she resumed her original position, her eyes came alight with anticipation when she saw a Japanese flogger held high in his hand.

“Seen one of these before?”

She licked her lips. “Yes, several times. I love the feel of all those thongs coming down on my pussy.”

“Then ask me nicely.”

“Please, Peyton. Make me feel good. I need you to punish me.”

“You want me to remove the clit clamp before I whip you?”

“Hell no, don’t you dare!”

Clyde groaned from the pilot’s seat. “Perhaps this ain’t such a good idea. I’m in pain here, listening to the two of you. It’s affecting my concentration.”

“I’ll do anything you want later, Clyde,” Fabia wheedled. “Just don’t ask Peyton to stop now. My pussy’s on fire, so are my nipples.”

“You’ll do whatever I want you to anyway.” He let out a long martyred sigh. “Okay, Peyton, punish the little witch.”

“My pussy’s leaking, Clyde,” she said in a seductive purr. “And my ass feels ready to explode with Peyton’s plug deep inside it.”

“Geez!” Clyde expelled a deep sigh. “Do something about her, Peyton.”

“Oh, I intend to.”

Instead of whipping her, Peyton lowered himself over her, holding his weight on his arms to avoid touching her. If he so much as laid one finger on her right now, he’d be lost, and in spite of Clyde’s suffering, he wanted to make this last. Fabia was no stranger to submission and bondage, but she’d never been fucked in an airplane before, and he wanted to make it special for her.

His lips met hers in a tender kiss intended to express all the love and admiration he felt for her courage and determination. This woman not only blew his mind, she was now the custodian of his heart. She was feisty, intelligent, good looking, talented, and funny. Most important of all, she loved the games he and Clyde played with her and was a natural submissive. What more could a man want? The question was, would Fabia be prepared to spend the rest of her life with just the two of them? Peyton knew now, without a shadow of doubt, that that was what he wanted, and he’d do whatever it took to save her sister and bring it about. Fuck Interpol! Peyton’s first and only priority was Fabia.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue swirling and tangling with hers. He sucked the tip into his mouth, released it, and nibbled on her lower lip. Fabia responded by lifting her hips, presumably trying to bring her pussy within range of his dick. He slapped the side of her ass, and she became passive again. Well, passive for her. She still returned his kiss with interest, reigniting the fire that flamed in his groin, making him crazy for her.

“I love you, babe,” he whispered softly, gently stroking the hair away from her face.

“I feel the same,” she said, so quietly that he barely heard her.

Her eyes glistened with a combination of passion and sincerity. He tugged gently on the chain that connected the nipple clamps. She gasped, her eyes now reflecting the deep need she felt. Peyton rose to his knees.

“Spread your legs wider and bring your knees up.”

As soon as she did so, he brought the flayer down hard across her pussy, several thongs landing on the clit clamp. She cried out, squirming as she absorbed the pain she so desperately needed to feel.

“I love it when you do that to me, Master. Flog me harder. I’ve been really naughty.”

“You have. You teased Clyde, and now he’s in pain.”

“I shouldn’t have done that. Punish me.”

Peyton did as she asked, a little harder this time, the sound of the thongs tearing across her flesh audible even over the sound of the engines.

“Again,” she said, breathlessly. “I need more.”

“Turn over and let me at that sweet ass.”

As soon as she’d moved into position, Peyton brought the flayer down hard, at the same time tugging on the chain that dangled between her nipples.

“Ah, that’s really set them on fire! I wish you’d suck them as well.” She threw her head in circles as she absorbed the pain and rode her punishment like a woman demented. “It’s like nothing I’ve ever known before.”

The plane hit a brief spell of turbulence. Combined with the flaying, the butt plug, and the clamps, it was enough to make her climax. She came noisily, thrusting her hips up but meeting only fresh air. Peyton watched her, fisting his engorged cock as she flailed against her hand restraints.

“Fuck me, Peyton,” she said as soon as she recovered the power of speech. “Do it to me with that cock ring on.”

“I intend to,” he said, balancing himself over her. “Do you want me to remove the clit clamp?”