I Spy a Naughty Game (32 page)
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Authors: Jo Davis
Tags: #Erotica, #General, #Sexual Dominance and Submission, #Erotic Fiction, #Fiction
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.”
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.
“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!”
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
B
laze 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.”
laze 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.”
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—”
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