Mistress's Master: Men in Blue, Book 3 (13 page)

Lily lifted her chin, accepting the kiss of his whip on her inner thigh.

The crowd roared when Jeremy stepped forward, forcing her to retreat to stay out of his long-armed reach. He twirled the whip in his palm.

“Show-off.” She snatched the opening to land a blow to his bicep, twisting her wrist at the last instant to splay the knotted ends of her implement across a wider swatch of his body.

“Are you impressed yet?” He snarled as he shook off the zing caused by the knot that had landed on the sensitive underside of his arm. “When you beg me to take you, you’ll know you’re requesting the best.”

She snorted, ladylike or not, then treated his other arm to similar strikes. Maybe a little harder since his hand holding the bullwhip started to drive beyond her comfort zone. Fuck, that thing hurt. “Arrogant bastard. More likely I’ll know how valuable my new slave is.”

Patches of heat seared her legs from her calves to her hips. At least her skirt and corset protected her most sensitive regions. The thought of the whip landing directly on her crotch inspired a curl of dread in her gut. She’d be lying if she denied the tingle of wonder that accompanied her trepidation.

Lily continued to inch backward, driven by his assault. She cursed herself when her eyes closed for a moment after the soft strips of the flogger danced over her chest.

“You liked that?” It wasn’t really a question.

“Hell no.”

He grinned at her use of their yes-is-no edict.

Why deny it? She didn’t have to lie. If she did, he wouldn’t take her seriously when she ended this ridiculous game.

“Good girl,” he murmured then repeated the action a dozen times at least.

Whistles from the audience shook her from the trance he’d initiated. When had her shoulders come to rest on the opposite wall?

Jeremy closed in for the kill. He crowded her, preventing her use of the whip as she could no longer swing her arm to gain enough momentum.

“Too bad, Lily.” He groaned as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, sucking until the tightness on her throat guaranteed he’d marked her. “Maybe next time you’ll put up a better fight.”

He dusted a kiss over her lips. She indulged in the sweet taste of him for a second or two before dropping the whip and raking her nails down his back. When they passed over the ridges she’d left on him, he jerked.

Clint called out a warning too late.

She’d snatched a device off the board behind her. Her fingers had frantically inspected the handle while she lulled him with tenderness. When he recoiled, she flipped the switch, hoping she held what she thought and not one of the more extreme implements she’d spied earlier.

Lily whipped her arm in between their bodies. She touched the tip of the neon green stick she held to Jeremy’s abdomen and pressed the trigger. He flinched then stumbled backward, allowing her to escape his grasp.

A chorus of
ohhs
rose from beyond the stage.

“Sorry.” She nibbled her lip, ingesting the last of his lingering flavor. “That had to hurt. Especially without warning.”

“
No.
” He grunted. “Fuck.”

She couldn’t help it. She laughed.

When had she ever had this much fun?

“I see it didn’t bother you that much.” She cocked her head as she measured the hard length of his erection, which reached toward his hipbone despite the constriction of his pants.

“I’ve never needed to fuck someone as badly as I do right now.” He wiped his forearm across the beads of sweat beginning to dot his forehead.

“I’m sure there are plenty of women here tonight who’d beg for the chance to serve you.” Her stomach lurched at the thought even as delighted shrieks filled the air.

“Only you.” He encroached on her space again. “Tonight, only you will do.”

The coercion of his tone, his bearing, his innate dominance had her frozen as he approached. At the last second, she dug her willpower from the clutches of her libido. She shocked him again, this time on his arm.

Lily had tested this exact brand of slave prod on herself. She owned two or three of the popular devices. The jolt it caused would have brought her to her knees. Jeremy’s tall, solid-though-not-bulky frame shouldn’t have withstood the blast of electricity. Still, he kept coming.

Coming for her.

“Do it again and I’ll punish you, Lily.” He strengthened rather than wilting beneath the pain. It seemed as though he harnessed the energy and used it to his advantage. “I’ll put you over my knee in front of all our friends. I’ll make you come as you squirm in my hold until you can’t deny to anyone here, including yourself, that you need what only I can give you.”

She stumbled beneath the ferocity of his conviction. Still she held the neon green shock stick before her like a vampire hunter with a cross. “Stay back.”

“
Yes.
” He spoke softly, for her ears only despite his use of their reverse denial. “Nothing could take me away from you now. Surrender. Let me have you.”

Was he pleading with her?

Her sense of up and down, right and wrong, good and bad all jumbled. Was it submission if the person you knelt to needed you so badly? Didn’t it give her control of him to grant his wishes? Who was more powerful when they both craved the same thing?

They would be equals, wouldn’t they?

“
Yes.”
She couldn’t do it.

She pressed the button once more, electrifying his hip.

“That’s it.” He snapped his wrist, slinging the tail of the bullwhip he still clutched along the floor. The end of the lash spiraled around her ankle, stinging as it ensnared her.

Jeremy yanked her feet from beneath her. Wind rushed from her chest as her back slammed the ground. Before she bounced, he was there, cradling her head to keep it from smacking the floor. He knelt over her supine form.

The gathering cheered his name over and over. Rowdy shouts and clapping rolled past them.

Until her hand lifted—somehow she’d maintained her grip on the stick—and shocked him directly on the balls.

He rolled on the floor in agony, his tools abandoned.

Lily flung the device far enough away that his flailing hands wouldn’t land on it then scrambled to her knees. She settled his head on her lap and cradled him close. The string of soothing nonsense pouring from her lips as she rocked him surprised them both. He quieted as she stroked numb fingers through his hair, horrified at the destruction she’d wrought.

“Mistress Lily.” He cleared his throat before trying again, louder this time. “You’ve earned a privilege I’ve never before granted another.”

She looked up into the audience and caught sight of Ben and Ryan watching the spectacle side by side. Suddenly, she knew exactly how they’d felt earlier.

This was the Twilight Zone.

Not at all how things should be. A tiny piece of her convictions wavered. She glanced from the expectant crowd to the gentle eyes peering up at her. She could survive one night under his domination. But maybe he wasn’t strong enough to tolerate the same from her. Not one single submissive molecule belonged in his constitution. She stared into his eyes and whispered, “
Yes.
”

“What?” He blinked. When she didn’t answer he continued, “Mistress, will you please—”

Lily clamped her fingers over his mouth to prevent him from sealing their fate. She needed a second. Maybe a couple of them. She couldn’t think.

Everyone held their breath as they witnessed the impending power exchange.

Was she strong enough? Could she do it?

Her gaze roamed over the magnificent man in her arms. Suddenly, she couldn’t imagine topping him. Didn’t want to. This wasn’t the person who thrilled her. Impressed her. Turned her on. Her stare landed on the tiny bump in his pocket. At first, she thought she might have singed him when she shocked his hip.

Her free hand wandered to the anomaly, afraid of what she might find.

When her fingers latched on to the capsule he’d tucked there, her eyes widened.

Jeremy tried to sit up straighter. She pinned him with one knee on his shoulder then withdrew the packet containing a dose of Sex Offender.

“Lily!” He thrashed, but his legs didn’t work quite right. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

“That’s right. Give him something to ease his pain. He’ll love every minute of your attention. He’ll grovel and thank you a million times over.” Morselli made up her mind. She could never do that to the Master who’d captured her imagination.

The paper ripped easily when she gripped it with one hand and trapped the top between her teeth. She released Jeremy long enough to separate the halves of the capsule and inhale deeply, holding the mist it contained in her lungs long enough she thought she might pass out.

Nothing happened.

Could the new formula be less potent than the blast she’d breathed in the day of Malcolm’s funeral?

Jeremy’s brow furrowed. He coordinated his limbs and rose beside her. Matt and Clint rushed to their sides. All three men shouted questions, asking if she was okay. It was Jeremy who caught her when a blinding wave of mingled passion and burning agony blazed through her every nerve ending.

“Master Jeremy.” She mewled as she rubbed herself against his hard body, trying to ease the ache in her nipples or the throbbing of her clit. “You
have
to take me. Please. Hurry. Tonight, I’m yours. Oh God. Please, help me.”

The crowd went wild.

Chapter Eight

Jeremy barked orders as he toted Lily to a station that had caught his attention earlier. “Matt, lower the sling. Clint, find restraints. Thick but soft. Nothing that will cut her. She won’t be able to keep still.”

Hell, even now she squirmed in his hold, pressing the lush softness of her breasts to his chest, wriggling like a fish out of water in a desperate attempt to slake the white-hot need raging through her veins. He spun when fast-approaching footsteps vibrated the surface of the stage.

Two men ran toward him.

Jeremy angled Lily away from the servants, dressed in the leather and silver chains of Morselli’s house submissives.

“Master, we’d like to help.” The first to arrive held his empty hands up, slowing as he neared.

“I’m Ryan. This is Ben. We…served Mistress Lily this afternoon.”

Jeremy flushed as his anger found a place to vent. “You! The two of you are responsible for leaving her trussed, alone?”

“We didn’t have a choice.” Ryan spoke softly. “Please, let us make it up to her. To you.”

“Fine.” He didn’t have time to waste on them. Lily began to shudder in his arms.

“Hang on, wildcat.”

“You, help Matt with the sling. He has no clue what he’s doing.” The cables verged on tangling beyond repair. This was not the time for on-the-job training. Not when safety counted on the rig’s proper setup.

“Ben, is it?” He drew the other man’s horrified stare from the tears pouring down Lily’s cheeks. She would hate for anyone to witness her so overwhelmed.

The slave nodded.

“Focus. Grab condoms. A bunch of them.”

“Yes, sir.”

Lily’s heart pounded, the reverberations palpable where their chests fused. A standard dosage of any drug would affect her more than the average person. Considering Jeremy had watched her father commit suicide by injecting a massive amount of the substance, her immediate and overwhelming response to the chemical terrified him.

He ignored the chaos around them and centered all his attention on her.

“Lily, listen to me.” He tried speaking gently, attempting to calm her as she had done to him minutes ago. The throb in his balls had nothing on the terror gripping his soul. She didn’t respond. Instead she gurgled and clawed at her clothes, succeeding in ripping the hem of her skirt with the enhanced strength ruling her system.

If he let her, she’d tear all her nails off in her haste to undress.

He knelt less than two feet to the side of the contraption Matt and Ryan worked to lower to the stage. “Stop.”

The two men froze at the insistence in his tone.

“Not you.” He never glanced away from Lily, observing their progress in his peripheral vision. “
Lily.
Stop.”

She blinked.

“That’s right.” He smiled when she looked at him as though surfacing from a long, deep sleep. Even now her blue eyes amazed him. Gorgeous. “Concentrate on me. Hear my voice.”

“H-help me.”

“Shh. I will.” He hoped he could keep his promise. “Stay strong. You can do this. We’ll work through it together. Okay?”

“
No.
”

He recoiled before he realized she’d gained lucidity. Her inverse response relieved him. After the initial shock, she fought to the surface. Tough, confident…

“Fuck me.”

Still on fire.

“Soon. I promise.” Jeremy deposited her onto the floor as though she were fragile despite his certainty otherwise. Her hands instinctively drifted toward her clothes again.

He covered her with his frame, pinning her wrists above her head.

Her legs locked around his waist, or would have if not for the tight ring of her pencil skirt. Damn, her ass looked fine in it, but now he wished she’d worn something else. Anything that would have allowed him to feel the heat of her pussy on the front of his pants.

“You’re not hard anymore.” She whimpered as she humped the trunk of his body.

“Darling, you zapped my nuts with a fucking TASER. Give me a minute here.”

“Or is it because I surrendered?” Lily averted her gaze.

He tapped her cheek with three fingers. “Didn’t I tell you to look at me? I’m not going to say it again.”

The summer sky of her eyes greeted him once more. “Yes, sir.”

He dropped closer, whispering against her lips, “Having you beneath me is a dream come true. Believe me, it’s not going to take long for my cock to recover. And when it does, I plan to fuck the shit out of you. Maybe more than once.”

“
No.
” She struggled to grind harder against him.

He bit the lobe of her ear, hiding his lips from the onlookers when he asked, “Do you want other guys to fuck you? To ease your suffering? It might kill me, but I’ll let them touch you. I’ll protect you. Whatever you need.”