Mistress's Master: Men in Blue, Book 3 (25 page)

“No, Cam.” She bent to place a soft kiss on his forehead. “You’ve done so well. I know this is hard for you. You make me proud.”

Lily crooked her finger in Jeremy’s direction, thrilled at how the slaves accepted him. If their open arms were only for her benefit, she would reject their rote agreement. She should have known they’d sense his innate decency and command. Just as she did. “Join me, Master Jeremy?”

He strode to her side with two long sweeps of his booted feet.

“Damn.” He heated her side as he stood close. “I knew you were good, Lily. But this…the connection is
so
strong.”

She nodded, afraid to speak and reveal the emotions choking her.

“You’ve built an empire out of mutual respect, generosity and love.” He threaded his fingers through hers. “I’m impressed. Awed. Grateful you’ve shared this with me. All of you.”

Gigi rushed to slip the milking machines over the last of her group, who writhed with longing, on this side of the room. They were spoiled, never having to wait too long for relief. Exactly how Lily liked them. The transfer to Morselli’s mansion plus her adventure last night had kept her pets in suspense.

“Show me what you’ve created, Lily?” Jeremy whispered close to her ear so none of the men would mistake it as a command. “I’d love to see the design.”

She squeezed Cameron’s knee then crossed to Rob. He’d been strapped upright to a leather bondage chair. His orgasms always came strongest when he sat, facing out to the crowd, observing his brothers. The wide spread of his legs made him an ideal model.

Behind them, Paul knelt on a padded spanking bench. She nudged his hip when they crowded around her exhibition. He scooted over, attempting to make room for Jeremy. A clatter followed as the milker slipped from his cock, which hadn’t grown fully erect yet.

“Oops.” She ruffled his hair. “Don’t worry, you’re not getting off that easy. Dawn will fix you up again. That was my fault.”

The head of Lily’s training staff repositioned Paul so the gap widened, allowing them each ample space to work. “Ryan, Ben, you may come closer if you’d like a better view.”

The pair of submissives zoomed in, standing shoulder to shoulder for front row seats.

“Wipe the drool off, buddies.” Rob flaunted his smartass nature, which constantly landed him in trouble.

The bondage chair allowed her to slap his inner thigh hard enough to sting.

He only grinned wider. “I missed you too.”

“Watch that mouth of yours or I’ll put it to good use, greeting our new friends.” The threat didn’t hold much deterrent. Rob loved to suck cock. “Or better yet, I’ll let everyone else have a taste and leave you out of it.”

“Shit.” His skull knocked against the high wooden back of the chair. “I’ll be good. I promise, Mistress.”

“That’s better.” She squatted between his legs, palming his heavy balls. Jeremy crouched beside her as Dawn worked to re-outfit Paul.

“You see.” Lily lifted Rob’s thickening cock. “We’ve taken a mold of each slave’s hard-on then created a sheath, custom-fitted like this.”

She rubbed the pliable material, which allowed some small gaps while the slave’s cock was flaccid. It would accommodate, if tightly, the full swell of Rob’s burgeoning erection. The man bucked to the limit of his restraints when Jeremy reached out to sample the texture for himself.

“Interesting.” He hummed. “I can think of a few uses for this myself.”

Lily shivered.

Another clatter from behind Jeremy stole her attention. She peeked up at Dawn, who stroked additional stiffness into Paul’s cock and mouthed, “Sorry.”

“We’re still tailoring the sizing.” Lily tested the gasket at the base of Rob’s cock, making the man gasp and squirm. “We were more successful in this case than in Paul’s. I think we’ll also need to add a belt to hold the device in place until full erection is achieved.”

Jeremy nodded. “Damn gravity.”

The smile they exchanged warmed her heart. How many lovers could she have found on Earth who’d share her kinks, her need to please and her desire for control?

“The sheath tool is hooked to a mild vacuum through this tube.” Lily traced the line leading from the tip of Rob’s cock, which now stood straight up on its own. “Right now they’re all on the lowest setting. When I give the signal, we’ll crank them up.”

She smiled at the mix of sighs and grunts falling from her subjects’ lips.

“I’ve programmed several different patterns. Some are designed to draw out the pleasure, some to end rapidly, some to tease and edge a man for hours. A couple we set to music for the hell of it.” She shrugged at Jeremy.

“Could I mess with the software later? I’d love to see what I could do with it.” His eyes sparkled.

“Of course, I should have figured.” She laughed. “Master Jeremy is a computer freak.”

Rob joined in. His cock bobbed, the hose bouncing along with it. The motion highlighted an attachment.

“What’s this?” Jeremy flicked a finger over the black cord running beneath Rob’s balls. His proximity to the other man’s genitals didn’t seem to faze him.

Lily squirmed at the sight.

“For the guys who like a little something extra.” She wiggled her eyebrows at Paul. “We’ve integrated electrostimulation units into the milking machine circuits. He’s wearing a fairly sizable bi-polar probe in his ass right now. Aren’t you, Rob?”

“Yes, Mistress.” The man groaned, his breathing starting to grow rough, uneven.

“Good boy. We fluctuate the current until it feels like someone’s massaging his prostate.” She fondled his balls for a little while longer, relishing how they grew tighter, drew closer to his body. Then she repeated her circuit up the sheath and along the tube until she came to her favorite component. “And…since my subs can be a little competitive sometimes, they suggested a fantastic improvement.”

Paul groaned behind them. Dawn must have succeeded in refastening his milker.

“What was their idea?” Jeremy’s deep inquiry proved he wasn’t unaffected by the energy in the room. Who could be?

“They wanted to prove who enjoyed my invention best. So Gigi designed this valve. When fluid travels up the tube, it diverts from the air path and into a collection vial. Handy for keeping the machines clean too.”

“Bonus.” Jeremy grinned. She didn’t think about it. She angled her head for a kiss, grateful when he obliged with a quick nibble.

“So each time we play in the milking room, I have their releases measured. Due to natural variation from man to man, I rate each slave against his previous recordings. Whoever has the greatest percentage increase in volume wins a special prize.” She pinched Rob’s flat stomach. “The loser gets a spanking from the winner, or offers a blowjob instead, based on their preferences.”

“Damn, woman, you’re devious.” Praise from her Master did more to thrill her than witnessing those delicious sessions had. That was saying something.

“Mmm. I love to watch them all strain to pump out huge loads, attempting to demonstrate how much they appreciate my treatment.”

A strangled gurgle from behind Jeremy caught Lily off guard. The program hadn’t kicked into high gear yet. None of the men should have been in jeopardy of losing control. Except…

Creamy white come splashed across Jeremy’s right boot. Line after line decorated the shiny leather in time to Paul’s groans.

“Oh shit.” She scurried around Jeremy, quick to comfort the thrashing sub.

“I’m so sorry, Mistress.” He nearly sobbed. “I didn’t mean to steal your fun. I—”

“Shhh…” She rubbed his back even as it still twitched with the last vestiges of his orgasm. “Enjoy it, Paul. You’re fine. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

The man huffed as he stopped fighting the inevitable and wrung pleasure from his impressive climax.

Lily stared up at Dawn, waiting for an explanation. “The device had trouble at first then he got too hard, too fast. I couldn’t slip it on.”

“I’m so—”

“Do not apologize again or I
will
disapprove.” Lily covered Paul’s lips with three fingers. “The flaw in the milker was not your fault. Even worse, I failed to anticipate just how much you like dirty talk.”

Paul scrunched his eyes closed.

“You’ve been holding out on me, haven’t you?” She tapped his cheek.

“Maybe a little.” He sagged in her grip. “I should have told you it turns me on.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I’ve noticed.” She nuzzled her nose against his. “I underestimated the effect, though. Not a mistake I’ll make again. This afternoon you’ll work with Dawn. She’ll record your session for my review later. I want to test a few things, uncover the extent of your attraction. Sound like fun?”

“Yes, ma’am. Thank you, Mistress.”

She soothed his heaving shoulders.

“And for making me come.”

“You’re welcome.” She whispered a proposal in his ear.

He nodded. “Please.”

“Ask him,” she commanded.

“Master Jeremy.” Paul took a deep breath. “May I clean your boot for hiding my desires from Mistress Lily?”

Jeremy shot her a curious glance. Neither of them could deny the bulge in his tight jeans. They slung low on his hips, allowing his bare torso to take center stage between the panels of his open, white-linen shirt.

“Let him make it up to you.” She nodded. “He won’t be satisfied until he’s punished. Paul hates to break the rules.”

Lily could sense the erotic tension radiating from the remainder of her harem. She announced to the attendants, “Please skip the program ahead to stage three. Turn the machines to their full capacity. Slaves, you may come whenever you like. Show Master Jeremy how much you love being milked. We’ll have two winners today. The prize will be giving our new members a welcome home blowjob.”

Ryan and Ben squirmed beside her.

“Don’t you dare come in your pants. Either of you. You wouldn’t want to steal their treat would you?”

The men shook their heads and scanned the lascivious sharing filling the room.

Even Daniel and Bruce were flushed and engaged with the interaction before them.

Jeremy crept closer. His soggy shoe rested directly below Paul’s face.

“Go ahead, honey.” She cupped the slave’s cheek as his tongue peeked out.

The very tip traced one of the opalescent branches across the clean toe of Jeremy’s boot until it tangled in the leather laces. He sipped a puddle of come from a crease in the toe.

“Very nice. You came so hard for us. Look at all that semen. I bet you would have won today if you had the chance.”

More men joined in the rapture they all shared. Groans, curses and shouts overflowed the spacious room. Even a few of her trainers looked like they might like to do the same, though none of them diverted their attention from their charges. Satisfied, Lily rose.

Jeremy followed her into the middle of the space. Cocks twitched as they emptied loads into the collection bags. Only one man remained unsatisfied.

Ramone.
An unhealthy purple flush covered his cheeks.

“Why are you straining so hard, slave?” She rushed to his side, checking in with his trainer.

Suz shrugged.

“Stop the machine. Unhook him.”

Ramone objected, but she wouldn’t allow him to risk his health. This wasn’t like him.

“It’s okay.” She held his hand, uncurling his clenched fingers. “You’re doing great.”

“No, I’m not. I couldn’t come for you.” He shook his head. “It sounded so amazing, felt like a warm mouth sucking my cock. I should have been right there with Paul. What’s wrong with me?”

The despair etching lines beside his eyes hurt her heart. “We’ll find out, baby. Let Suz clean you up. She’ll take your blood pressure and make sure nothing else is out of the ordinary. Then we’ll talk, okay?”

“Yes, Mistress.” He relaxed beneath the steady strokes of her hand along his arm.

“I promise. We’ll take care of everything.” She kissed his cheek.

Suz worked with swift motions, ensuring Ramone’s safety while talking him off the ledge. In the meantime, Gigi waved two fingers from her post at the head of the main machine the milkers fed into.

“Who wins today, Gigi?”

“Rob and Cameron.”

She beamed at her subjects. “Thank you. All of you. For welcoming our guests, for making the transition here and for showing me every day how lucky I am. I need to speak with our naughty boys and work with Ramone. Until I’m finished, feel free to enjoy the show and each other.”

“Mistress?” Ryan took a step back as the slaves who had been released gathered around him.

“You did want them to suck your cock, yes?” She laughed at the slight note of panic in his tone. “Don’t worry, Ryan. Rob will be gentle with you.”

“Can I share my reward, Mistress?” The jokester was serious as he crawled toward the delicious treat he’d earned.

“Very generous of you to offer.” She smiled at the men circling Ryan and Ben. “Of course. Make them feel at home. Show them how friendly you all are.”

In a flash, Ryan’s shirt had been whisked away. The trainers who’d finished freeing their charges moderated the action, making sure no one seemed overwhelmed.

The long moan coming from Ryan as they bore him to one of the cushions on the area rugs had her smiling as she headed for the room she’d claimed as her office. Ben’s hissed, “Yessss” trailed after her.

Chapter Sixteen

Lily’s ass had barely met the plush cushion of her ornate desk chair when Daniel and Bruce were led through the archway.

Jeremy took a post behind her, placing his hand on her shoulder. She squeezed his fingers when the attendants left. The door shut lightly behind them. How often did she counsel submissives alone?

He spread his feet wide and crossed his arms over his chest. Whether they worshipped her or not, they could pose some danger.

So much stronger.

At least physically. They could hurt her without trying. Still, his respect for her multiplied when she cut straight to the heart of the matter.

“When did you two realize you were in love with each other?”

Whoa.
Jeremy blinked. Neither man objected or denied her claim.

“Bruce is smarter than me. He figured it out a while ago.” Daniel shook his head. “I guess I never expected to be so fortunate. I had you. I couldn’t hope for more.”