Mistress's Master: Men in Blue, Book 3 (8 page)

Divine.

The three unburdened slaves continued to stroke her body, cupping her breasts, petting her belly and chaffing her arms. Puffs of Ryan’s elevated respiration dusted the lips of her bare pussy.

“Go ahead, sweetheart.” She guided his tongue to her clit with a firm grip on his too-long hair. “That’s nice. Suck my clit. A little harder. Yes, perfect.”

Lily relaxed, allowing her eyes to flutter closed as Ryan demonstrated impressive skill.

After long minutes of reveling in the pressure building inside, she tapped the long fingers making a circuit from her knee to her hip. “Inside me. Feel how hot my pussy is. For you. All of you.”

The man groaned as he kneeled beside Ryan. The slaves pressed close in order to fulfill her wishes. She enjoyed the manscape as their defined pectoral muscles gleamed with a light sheen of sweat.

The second slave notched two digits at the entrance of her pussy and began to work them inside. “Yes, like that.”

“You’re delicious, Mistress.” Ryan redoubled his licking at the moisture coating her pussy. His tongue flickered over the other man’s knuckles.

“Would you like a taste?” She tilted her head toward the second slave as she observed the man tunneling deeper within her sheath on every pass.

“May I?” He looked as if afraid to hope. Who had treated these men so poorly? She made a mental note to offer to incorporate them into her personal stable.

“Of course.” She interjected as his fingers neared his mouth. “But I’d prefer you to take your sample from Ryan’s lips.”

He hesitated, debating.

“That’s not an order.” She wouldn’t force either of the men to violate their boundaries. “Merely a statement of my preference.”

Ryan lifted his head from her drenched folds. He nodded at the man studying his glistening lips and chin. “If you want to, Ben…”

Ben eroded the distance between them, tentatively extending his tongue. He touched the tip of the thick muscle to Ryan’s parted lips and licked. A teeny taste. His lashes fluttered, and he groaned. He returned for seconds, this time sealing their mouths firmly.

Lily studied the men as they devoured each other, battling for supremacy. Few things ranked as high as witnessing two hard, sexy men kiss, especially when they did it to please her.

She shivered.

“Very nice.” She regulated the breathy quality of her praise. “Now, finish what you’ve started. Make me come then you can play with each other if you’re interested.”

Their instant enthusiasm brought a grin to her lips. The men massaging her drove her insane with gentle swipes across her belly and breasts. “Suck my nipples.”

The men not holding her head or perched between her knees dipped down and teased the hard tips of her breasts. They licked, nibbled and suckled until her toes curled.

She couldn’t hold on to the whirlwind of desire. She opened her eyes and met the adoring gaze of the man supporting her neck. “Kiss me.”

He obeyed her passionate hiss, allowing her to part his lips with her tongue. She coaxed him to explore the recesses of her mouth, enjoying the minty taste she sucked from his mouth when pleasure expanded, radiating outward from her pussy.

“Mistress Lily is coming.” The man burrowing his fingers beneath Ryan’s oral manipulation informed his brothers. “She’s squeezing me tight. So tight.”

She rode his hand and Ryan’s face until every last drop of satisfaction had been wrung from her body. Their cocks must have ached from the persistent pressure in them. None of the five asked for relief.

Lily hummed as she scooted toward the wall, bracing her back on the cool surface. She patted the space between her thighs. “Hop up here, Ryan.”

He leapt onto the table with the grace of a jungle cat. She nudged his shoulder until he understood what she had in mind. He spun, lying between her thighs, his shoulders dwarfing her abdomen where they rested against her heated skin.

The slave cuddled into her embrace. She brushed the hair from his brow and petted his face as he leaned into her touch. “Very nice, sweetheart. Would you like some help with your pretty hard-on?”

“Yes, please.” His ass flexed, thrusting his pelvis upward. “Let me come for you, Mistress.”

“Oh, you will.” She smiled at the men ringing them. “All of you.”

When Ryan reached for his cock, she stopped him with a curt, “No.”

His hand dropped to his hip instantly.

“Ben, stroke him.” The other man bit his lip but reached out tentatively, surrounding his fellow submissive’s dick with thick fingers. “Very nice. Now, you…”

She tipped her chin at the man beside Ben. “He shouldn’t be left out of the fun, should he?”

“No, ma’am.” His southern accent amplified her grin. Adorable.

“Help Ben.”

The slave didn’t pretend to balk. He wrapped his supple, lotioned hand around Ben’s impressive shaft and began to glide it up and down. Two sets of male grunts floated through the room. She nodded at the other three men. They moved in unison, each gripping the cock of the man beside him.

“Close the circle, Ryan.” She nibbled his ear, momentarily drawing his attention from the pleasure Ben gifted him with. The long, slow glide of the slave’s hand from root to tip on his erection had to feel phenomenal. No one knew better than another man how to stroke dick.

When Ben concentrated his undulating fingers on the oozing head of Ryan’s cock, Ryan latched on to the stiff, waving shaft of the man to his right. He linked them all in a ring of pleasure.

Lily sighed and rubbed her spread pussy on Ryan’s flexing back. His knotted muscles made a nice pad for stroking her clit. The sight of five impressive male specimens surrendering to their lust at her command did more to rocket her toward orgasm than the squirming of Ryan’s velvety tongue had.

Their cocks strained, growing more rigid and defined, darker as blood pumped between their legs. Pre-come bubbled from their balls, adding to the slippery sounds interspersed with grunts and soft curses from the cohorts.

“Who will be first?” Lily panted when the pace of their strokes sped up as though by mutual agreement. Each man communicated his rising need through his attention to his neighbor.

Ryan shuddered in her hold.

She clutched his chest as it bellowed with his pants.

“Maybe me. Close. So close. Please, Mistress. Please, Ben.”

Lily smiled at the man stroking Ryan’s cock when he looked to her for guidance.

“Whenever you’re ready. All of you.” She struggled to appear calm when their surrender to her wishes set her ablaze. “Make sure you come on Ryan. I want to see your pleasure spilling over him.”

As though they found the idea as appealing as she did, the men lost all reserve. One by one they tipped their heads back and roared. The first man to surrender to orgasm shuffled closer, as tight as he could get to the table. His partner aimed the purple head of his cock at Ryan, who looked like a very unvirginal human sacrifice.

Come dribbled from the tip of his cock. The meager display disappointed her insatiable libido a tiny bit. Until she realized it was just the warm up. Blast after blast of thick white come shot from his cock, coating Ryan’s defined abs and Ben’s pumping fist.

His pleasure unlocked the rest. All of the men erupted in near unison. Ben’s motion turned jerky as he emptied his load across Ryan’s chest. The pearly white fluid meandered down the man’s abdomen. When it pooled near his belly button, mingling with the fluid from the other slaves, Ryan froze in her hold, locked in an endless orgasm.

She came with him, grinding her pussy against his taut muscles as the final spurt of his come launched from his cock. He came so hard and so long she feared he might have a heart attack. At least she would have worried if he hadn’t been the picture of physical fitness.

Possessing the power to do this to such strong, vibrant creatures filled her with satisfaction. Nothing could please her more than bestowing ecstasy.

Lily allowed them all to soak in the positive energy zinging around the room for a minute or two. Then she nodded to one of the men leaning heavily on locked arms against the massage table. “When you’re steady, grab one of the towels from the pile by the sink and clean Ryan off.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Ryan groaned as his buddy swiped come from the ridges of his abdomen with hasty strokes.

“In a hurry?” Lily raised an eyebrow at the man, noting the sweat beading on his forehead.

“There’s a lot to do and not much time, Mistress.” He forced himself to slow, but she noted the tension creeping into the slaves she’d managed to relax so recently. All of them averted their gazes.

Morselli had a lot to answer to. Their nervousness outraged her.

“Let me worry about our punctuality. I’m the one responsible for any delays caused by our impromptu session, not you. It will be no reflection on your service—unless it is an exceptionally positive one—that you pleased me enough to linger. I assure you, I’ll see to that.”

The halfhearted acknowledgement of her statement burned in her stomach as though she’d eaten pepperoni pizza too close to bedtime. It would take more than a single assurance to rewire beliefs honed by mistreatment.

She sighed. “We’ll keep moving. I need to wash the massage oil out of my hair before I can put on makeup and get dressed. I’m a simple woman when it comes to those things so we should have plenty of time.”

Ryan carried her as though she were a priceless vase when she waved her hand toward the sink in the corner of the room. He situated her in the reclining chair before moving aside so one of the other men could fulfill his duties.

“Can any of you paint my nails without making me look like a serial killer who works with her bare hands?” She didn’t expect them to own up to such a skill.

“I can.” Ben blushed when the rest of the slaves turned to stare. “I practically raised my little sister. And my niece. Julie’s seven. She gets a kick out of the glittery kind.”

Lily wished they were alone, somewhere private, so she could dig into the root cause of the lines etching his face and release some of his stress. She admired the strength it must have taken him to step into a leadership role so young. Hell, he couldn’t be more than twenty-five now.

What would it have been like to have a protector? Someone who would have indulged her girlish whims and shouldered the burdens of reality when she was a child? Suddenly, his need to submit, to turn over the reins and be cared for, made perfect sense. Every once in a while she wished…

But hoping was a waste of time.

“I’d like something a bit more serious. How about the dark burgundy on the top left of that rack.” She tilted her chin toward the shade she desired.

“Yes, Mistress.”

Lily closed her eyes and allowed the men to showcase their expertise. The slave at her head completed the massage of her scalp as he shampooed and conditioned her thick mane. One of Ben’s broad hands cupped her fingers as the other began applying polish. She imagined the tiny brush dwarfed by his digits. He’d learned a delicate touch for the sake of his family.

Why hadn’t her relatives ever been compelled to do the same? She considered her mother’s addictions and her father’s cruelty. Evaporating shellac tipped her hands and feet with coolness. Goose bumps rose on her arms.

She had barely registered the chill when soft sponges, damp with steamy, soapy water, swiped over her torso and between her legs. Warmth pumped through her as she admitted she’d created her own family from the men who’d sought her care and attention, giving it a hundred times in return.

The pampering of her attendants befitted the respect due to a visiting Mistress, especially the guest of honor. No one could blame her for letting her guard down, relaxing in the company of the well-trained submissives. True, they didn’t owe their allegiance to her. No one in this hellhole did except the men she’d arranged to house in the private wing of the mansion and a few members of her covert coalition, who wouldn’t arrive until later in the evening.

Still, they had bonded. Shared ecstasy. The bliss they’d generated had derailed her from the laser-like focus she’d maintained since accepting Morselli’s offer of employment. She hadn’t had much choice other than taking him up on it. He reigned over the heart of the trouble resurfacing after several months lurking beneath deceptively calm waters. Though she hadn’t yet discovered his link to The Scientist, she’d pinpointed his estate as the primary distribution channel flooding the market with the latest batch of Sex Offender after a half dozen Black Lily patrons had developed the telltale gleam in their eyes and an obsession for visiting the previously unknown fetish house.

Turning the tide meant breaching his defenses, worming inside to eat out the core.

As the slaves groomed her body, Lily cemented her resolve. Morselli would test her. Tonight. Somehow. Anticipating all the trials she might have to endure to prove her loyalty, she devised countermeasures for preserving her values. Most likely, she’d be made to top one of his victims. She grinned as she considered how she’d managed to plant one of her ally’s pets in the lineup of slaves supposedly here involuntarily.

Just in case.

Having met Ben, Ryan and the other submissives tending her, she would be comfortable drawing on them to satisfy any required demonstrations. If Morselli offered the drug, she’d cite her father’s very public untimely demise as reason to abstain.

If—no, when—he tried to sell victims, she’d trust her instructions to her alliance would hold. They’d outbid the crowd. She’d repay them out of the enormous account Isabella had insisted she accept from their father’s estate. Thank God. She’d drained her own hefty savings over the past year, bailing out as many unwilling captives as she could. The ones she hadn’t been able to save ate at her soul. Their faces flashed through her nightmares like a parade of ghosts.

Lily had run through about a thousand scenarios by the time the man at her head began to squeegee excess moisture from her waist-length tresses. He wrapped the damp mass in a towel. She quieted her mind using some of the techniques she’d developed as a child during the long, terrifying nights.