Marked for Surrender (17 page)
"Say it again."
Zevon didn't have to ask her what “it” she meant. “Mistress,” he said. “Let me—"
"Shhh.” She stopped him. “I want you both to make me come. Many times. I want your mouth on my cunt, and I want his teeth on my tits. I want it all."
She rose from the floor and stripped out of her clothes, her boots, everything, until she was gloriously naked. “Keep your hands behind your back and show me how talented those mouths are."
There was more? Christophe couldn't shake the fog from his brain. He'd come all over the nice, white carpet, and yet his cock filled again at the sight of her.
Lean, muscular, and tight, Andia embodied controlled beauty. Her pussy was smooth, shaved perfectly to reveal the dips and valleys so lush and ripe.
But Christophe loved her tits. They weren't perfect, perky breasts that filled a man's mouth but left him hungry. They were round and full, the nipples dusky and erect, waiting for his touch. He wanted to bury his face in them.
"Hands behind your back,” she repeated.
He and Zevon obeyed her and waited until she'd laid back on the low coffee table she'd just been standing on, fucking Zevon. Her blonde hair splayed over the glass surface, and she bent one knee in a casual position.
Relaxed and ready, she seemed to exude confidence. Christophe responded the way he always did. His cock stiffened more, his previous release only a precursor to the arousal he experienced now.
Zevon stared at Christophe. The man's dark eyes compelled and demanded obedience to both dominants. Christophe couldn't resist the silent order in his lover's gaze. Though Mistress Andia controlled this moment, Zevon's power over Christophe wasn't diminished.
With both of them watching him, Christophe wasn't sure if he was anxious or painfully aroused. He knelt beside the table, his hands clasped behind his back, and waited for his Mistress to direct him.
His Mistress.
All his life, he'd pretended to be a male dominant. He'd hidden this side of himself, this power that streaked through him when he knelt before a master. Zevon had met his need, accepting his submission, feeding his hunger.
But Andia fulfilled his ultimate fantasy.
The dichotomy of soft flesh and tough mind, the opposites of her warm, welcoming cunt and her demanding hands sent his desires into hyperspace. With her he explored the full dimension of his submission, gave it free rein and trusted her to catch him.
Zevon had been right. With him, Christophe had submitted but had resisted fully bending to his master's will. He'd hidden a part of himself away, still afraid that Zevon would reject him. But as he met his lover's look, Christophe realized he'd been a fool.
What Zevon wanted for him was what Christophe wanted for himself. Peace, acceptance, love. Zevon loved him. How could Christophe have believed anything else?
And now, they had a strange relationship with this Mistress.
"You're thinking too much, Christophe,” Andia stated. “Don't make me wait. I may get cold, and then I'll have to punish you."
Christophe jerked back to reality. She studied him for a long moment, and he leaned forward to press his mouth against her soft flesh. The smell of her skin, the heat of her spurred him to take more liberties.
He slid his tongue over the delicious ridges of her right nipple, teasing her. She arched toward his mouth, and her hand reached out to thread through his hair to move him closer. He obeyed her silent demand and sucked the sensitive point into his mouth and rolled his tongue over its details.
She brought her hands up and pressed her breasts together. He devoured the twin nipples offered to him, scraping his teeth over them, reveling in the way she undulated under his touch.
"Zevon, I want your mouth on me,” she demanded.
Christophe sensed his lover move closer and heard the soft rustle of skin as Zevon parted her legs. The moment Zevon's mouth touched her pussy, Christophe knew. Her muscles clenched, and she froze beneath his ministrations and Zevon's.
He sucked on her tits harder, rhythmically, determined to drive her over the edge. Her breath hitched, and she heaved upward, taut as an arrow.
She moaned and then hissed. Zevon's answering growl told Christophe that she was wet, needy, and ready to come. Christophe bit her nipple, and her hands flexed on her rounded flesh. He glanced at her face and wished he could stare all night.
With her head thrown back, she personified desire. Her features were tight, her neck corded with pleasure. Then she gave a guttural cry, her hips frantic, twisting.
Zevon groaned. Christophe slowed the rhythmic sucking on her nipples. She panted, but her hands held her breasts together for his attention.
When she finally relaxed, she gripped Christophe by the hair. “Help me up."
He rose and gave her his hand. Zevon still knelt at the end of the table, his dark gaze glittering, his chin shone with Andia's cum.
She pointed to the table. “Lay down so your legs are dangling over the end."
Christophe glanced at Zevon and laid down, his cock hard and ready but controlled. Still, he almost lost it when Andia straddled him and slammed him inside her. He gritted his teeth, and his hands automatically grabbed her hips. “Stars,” he hissed.
Then she leaned back and beckoned to Zevon. “You too. Inside me."
"Mistress—” Zevon started.
"Don't argue. I want both of you inside me. Now,” she demanded.
Zevon stepped forward and leaned down, his cock at her entrance. It was Andia who gripped his cock and eased him into her cunt.
Stars, the feel of Zevon against him, her walls squeezing them both, made him tremble. Christophe had reveled in the sensation of Zevon's cock through the thin tissue when they'd fucked her pussy and her ass.
Now Zevon was right there, their dicks side by side, tightly held by Andia's wet channel. She dictated the movement, not them. She squirmed and thrust, jamming them deeper. When she exploded, her warm cum surround them, Zevon shouted and snarled.
"Come for me. Both of you,” she said loudly.
Zevon jerked and spurted inside her. The combination of her permission and Zevon's release made Christophe mindless. He reached up and cupped Andia's tits as he thrust inside her again and again.
His climax ripped through him and set off another explosion in his Mistress. She squeezed them both, her cunt a wicked vise that wrested every drop of cum from both of them.
Zevon collapsed to his knees, his head in his hands, and dry sobs racked his body.
Andia slid off Christophe and turned to press her mouth against Zevon's. “So perfect,” she murmured.
Christophe couldn't even speak. He lay on the table, stunned, breathless. All this time, he'd believed he'd never find that place, that moment where he could submit and be himself. Years of pretending to be something he wasn't were ripped from him.
The cool glass on his butt reminded him he was on display, naked. The sound of Zevon's broken sigh caught his attention. Christophe had missed his lover, and now that he'd had him like this—
Where his thoughts might have gone, he didn't know. The chime of the vid bell tossed him back into reality.
Someone had found them.
Andia froze. All the warmth from lovemaking with the two men she owned was gone. Who could it be? She'd noticed a robe on a hook by the bathroom door. She crossed the room and quickly shoved her arms in the sleeves.
She pressed the vid bell to see who had found their room. It could be a maid or someone completely harmless. Fear made her mouth dry.
On the screen, the last face in the world she expected to see materialized. Yalani.
"Let me in. Please, Mistress.” Yalani's blue eyes were hunted, frightened.
Andia glanced back and was relieved to find both men had dressed. Zevon nodded, and Christophe only tensed. She let Yalani in.
The woman was disheveled, her hands clasped together, her knuckles white. Her face was pale and pinched. She'd lost weight.
"How did you find me?” Andia demanded.
Yalani's glance flickered to Christophe. “I placed a tracker in Christophe's ankle."
Christophe tightened his lips and clenched his fists. “A new version of the Achilles’ heel?"
"I had to. They sent Rina the assassin to kill me. I needed to be able to find them when the time was right.” Yalani wrung her hands, a nervous gesture that only irritated Andia rather than create sympathy.
"You realize you led the assassin to us, to me,” she said harshly. “My enhanced guards are dead, and neither of these men are trained for the kind of skill this woman has to kill.” Andia glared at Yalani, and the woman shrank back. “Why did you need to find them?"
The woman's lips trembled. “That assassin, Rina, demanded that I-I—” Her voice faded and stopped.
Andia straightened her back and towered over Yalani. “Rina demanded you support fabricated evidence. Which you did."
Yalani's watery blue eyes were cagey. Andia glanced at Christophe and Zevon. The men remained quiet but vigilant. Andia knew exactly why Yalani had traced Christophe. A scapegoat.
"What went wrong, Yalani?” Andia stepped closer, intimidating the councilwoman with her height. “Did you try and blackmail Pavlik and failed?"
Yalani's eyes narrowed, and her jaw clenched. “He thought he could snap his fingers and I'd do what he wanted,” she snapped.
"So you told me these men were innocent but gave me no evidence. Pavlik must have been furious.” Andia circled Yalani, making her the center, reminding the councilwoman of their roles. Yalani was a submissive, and Andia was a Domme.
Yalani licked her lips. “He—That was when he called in Rina."
"To kill us.” Andia waved her hand at the two men.
"When you escaped Muan, he sent Rina after me.” Yalani sent a pleading glance not at Andia but at Christophe. “You have to help me."
Andia reached out and gripped Yalani's chin, forcing the woman to face her. “I'm the one you have to convince. Not Christophe. He's paid the price of trusting the council."
Yalani's throat moved as she swallowed. “I can get you proof."
"Of what?” It was a good thing Leo Eyler had provided something or Andia might have been desperate enough to jump at anything. Still the file Leo had named was just a number. It was always good to have backup.
"Of Pavlik's association with the Brotherhood.” When Yalani's gaze remained steadily connected to Andia, it was clear she believed in her evidence.
"So use it,” Zevon demanded. Good point. Andia smiled grimly. Why didn't Yalani save her own skin with the information?
The silence stretched, but Yalani had underestimated her audience. Andia and Zevon were both dominants. Silences were used as weapons, and they used this one to wait Yalani out.
Finally she trembled and collapsed into the nearest chair, her head in her hands. “I can't. I've only seen it, but it can only be accessed by—"
The light dawned, and Andia understood. “By a Mistress. Now that's ironic."
Andia retrieved her handheld and stared at Yalani. “Give me the file name."
Tears stained the councilwoman's cheeks. “Are you going to protect me?"
Andia raised an eyebrow. “That depends on the information."
In a sudden movement, Yalani grabbed Andia's arm. Zevon, his eyes red and glowing, shoved the woman away, sending her careening across the room.
Yalani stared at Zevon and Christophe, their eyes clear indication of the rage. “The rage? But"—Yalani's jaw clenched shut—"you're a Mistress."
What an arrogant bitch. “So?"
"So?” Yalani burst out. “You can't be marked. It's forbidden."
Andia snorted. “Who says? The council? Right now, the council is made up of the willing pawns of a criminal. I don't think they'll have much to say about this."
"You're not going back."
"And you're a little slow.” Andia turned her back on Yalani. What a fool she was. Had she always been that way? Had Andia's respect for and duty to the council slanted her view of the people who sat in judgment?
"Do we trust her?” Christophe asked.
"No,” Andia and Zevon said at exactly the same time. He grinned at her, and her heart leaped.
"We need a hub. A private hub. I only know of one we can get ready access to.” Zevon's grin faded, and his face darkened.
She knew exactly what private hub he was talking about. “I have a membership there,” Andia said. “And it's not under my name."
The Star of Pleasure was a huge complex with a myriad of fantasy rooms that catered to any kink available in the universe. It also had a huge computer hub, each station private and inaccessible to outsiders.
It was easy to stride into the club with Yalani on a leash, a hooded mask hiding her identity and a ball gag keeping her mouth shut. No one questioned Andia's credentials. They rented a pleasure dungeon with no intention of using it.
Zevon glanced in every direction, convinced Yalani had planted more than one tracking device. The one they'd found in Christophe had been tiny, delivered to its location in his body by a nanite.
Andia had scanned them both again and Yalani as well. Zevon didn't trust the negative results, but they had to move forward. Yalani was another problem Zevon would have preferred to leave behind. But Andia was convinced they needed her.
This place reminded him of those days when he'd been alone, searching for something, for Christophe, though he didn't know it. And Andia too.
Unlike the the Haven, the Star of Pleasure hadn't decorated for Christmas. Raw sex was on the menu here, not intimacy. Zevon remembered the last Christmas he'd spent with Christophe. They'd met in secret at a cabin up in the mountains near their home.
Zevon hadn't wanted any of the holiday trappings. He'd been dissatisfied, angry that Christophe still hid who he really was, but unable to talk about it with the man he loved. The trip had been unfulfilling for both of them.
At the time, Zevon had written it off as the holiday malaise. But now he realized that both of them had been waiting, wanting, needing Andia to explode into their lives.
