Marked for Surrender (21 page)

"We aren't looking for fame.” Andia shot a nervous glance around the room.

"It was rumored you were marked mates, but no one, including me, guessed all three of you were marked,” Princess Sera commented.

Still wary, Andia studied their hostess. “We didn't realize we were being discussed so intently."

"Tell me something,” the princess said casually as they all sat down. “My guard doesn't see how a menage can work with two dominants. Can you elaborate?"

Andia was definitely amused. She'd heard of Princess Sera's reputation for kinky entertainment. “Are you asking for a demonstration?"

"Would you give one?” Princess Sera said bluntly.

The same faint smile was on both her men's faces. It wasn't the first time they'd been asked. Apparently footage of several of their early encounters had circulated. Andia particularly liked the one the Primarians had sent all over the vid streams. She loved watching Zevon dominate that defiant sub. Though Andia had seen his meaner side, he'd never unleashed it quite the way he had in front of those Primarian soldiers.

"Now?” Andia quipped.

The princess laughed. “No. I think we can wait. It would be an excellent introduction. And, I hope, a lesson to my guard. He has much to learn about Mistresses."

They ate a good meal and were escorted by the stubborn guard to their temporary quarters. Several people nodded to them as they walked the wide boulevard.

"Does she really want a demonstration?” Andia asked the guard, Shaun.

One side of his mouth jerked up. “We all do, Mistress,” he said politely. “Placido is home to many who have no acceptance elsewhere. Your presence here will encourage them."

"Because we're so different?” Zevon snapped.

Shaun's gaze was steady. “No. Because you possess something many of them haven't found or have lost. A sense of belonging."

"What do you mean?” Christophe asked with a frown.

The guard stared directly ahead of him. “No one who is in your presence can help but feel your connection to each other. You belong together. You...love each other.” His hazel eyes were dark and unreadable. “It is something many of us have never known."

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Nervous, Christophe pulled at the collar he'd chosen. He'd worn it many times in private and a few times at club settings. But this time, he'd be leashed and collared in front of a whole slew of people.

He wondered how Placido practiced Christmas. His memory wandered back to that strange first Christmas and the Placidian Star Andia had wished on to save Zevon. No gift, no celebration had ever quite lived up to that first one.

All three of them had continued the tradition, though. Last year, Andia had bought him several vids that made him blush to think about. It was almost impossible to find good porn featuring dominant females and submissive males.

He knew she must have spent a lot of time looking. And that had made him hard as a fucking rock. It had been a memorable Christmas.

This year he'd found a rare glass dildo for her. Once commonplace, they were considered antiques now. He'd also found a beautiful set of earrings that were dangling falling stars. Christmas was only two days away, and he was glad he'd done his shopping early. He had a feeling Zevon hadn't bought her a damn thing yet.

The princess had asked them to come back to the hall for their demonstration. The palace hall had been decked out with tables and food, filled to capacity with citizens of the planet.

The entertainment had been sexual from the start, with several couples displaying their connections. Some were marked mates, some weren't.

When the evening breeze drifted through the open doors, the princess stood and raised her wineglass. “I would like to specially welcome our newest citizens. Mistress Andia, Master Zevon, and Christophe, their submissive.” She bowed her head in their direction. “Welcome and please, allow us a deeper look into what we can only glimpse."

Andia stood and stretched her hand out to Zevon, who rose and took it. Then she clipped the leash on his collar and tugged gently.

The three of them stepped into the center of the room, Christophe on all fours behind his Mistress. They hadn't really planned what they would do tonight. What made him the most nervous was Zevon's silence. Christophe had known this man for six years. He had something up his sleeve.

He glanced at his two dominants. Zevon had dressed in his favorite black slacks and black shirt, no frills. His dress shoes shone in the dim candlelight. Yet it was his intense regard that compelled Christophe and always had.

Andia was clad in a stunning black dress that seemed to cling to every curve of her body. Stars glittered in the material and twinkled when she moved. She wore her hair up in a clip. Christophe longed to see her hair down, flowing over her skin. He was sure Zevon would insist. Her shoes were impossibly high heels made of some sparkling color that glittered in the light.

She bent down and whispered in his ear. “I owe you a spanking."

He glanced at her and decided to be a little bratty. “What for?"

Her smile was wicked. “For your present you bought me for Christmas."

He gasped. “You peeked."

"I did. And now, I'm going to spank you for it."

"For a glass dildo?” he whispered harshly back.

"You got me a glass dildo?” She grinned. “You'll never be able to play poker, love.” Then her smile dropped. “And I can spank you for whatever reason I want or no reason at all. You're mine. Have you forgotten?"

"No, Mistress,” he whispered.

"I'll make you remember.” She brought out his favorite. The belt.

It was Zevon's thick leather belt. It smelled like him, and when she used it, it bruised Christophe's ass for weeks.

Without another word, Zevon yanked Christophe's pants down, exposing his ass. Then he stood at Christophe's head and unbuttoned his pants.

"You suck on that cock, Christophe. Don't stop, or I'll punish you worse than she will,” Zevon said in a hard tone. He pressed his dick against Christophe's mouth and moaned when Christophe wrapped his tongue around his length.

Andia hit him with the first blow. The pain, the arousal all flooded him. The smell of Zevon's sweat, the sound of the belt against his skin, and the sensation of pleasure and pain combined sent his system into overdrive.

Stars, he might come before the second blow. The last time he'd come without permission, she and Zevon had fucked him all night long.

Zevon's fingers tangled in his hair. “You'd better not come, Chris. Stars, you feel good."

Andia hit him again, and Christophe grunted against Zevon's cock. With the third strike, he floated, drifted; the only reality was the cock in his mouth and the belt on his ass. And the love he had for the two who dominated him.

With his cock buried deep inside Christophe's mouth, Zevon struggled to hang onto his release. They'd done this before, but not in front of an enthralled audience. Murmurs of approval were adding to his intense arousal.

But he knew Christophe was close too. He gripped his lover's hair and jammed his dick deeper, reveling in the scrape of Christophe's teeth.

Andia was spectacular, her dress sparkling every time she swung the belt against Christophe's ass. Any other time, he might have been jealous of Chris, wanting some of Andia's cleansing pain for himself. But tonight he wanted to top.

And tonight, he had a surprise.

When Andia struck Chris the tenth time, he slid his cock out and stepped toward her. It wasn't part of their usual routine, and he had the satisfaction of seeing her look startled.

He took her hand and tugged her closer, until she stood beside the prone Christophe. Then, he knelt down, both knees, and bowed his head. “In honor and faith, I pledge to you all that I am,” he stated loudly.

The familiar words from the Nyral marked mate ceremony made Christophe's head snap up. Zevon continued. “I am marked by you. I belong to you. To Mistress Andia Cyrus and Christophe Onnis. I am yours. Will you take me?"

Tears streaked down Andia's cheeks. “Zevon,” she whispered.

Christophe spoke. “I will take you. Both of you.” He raised his gaze to Andia's.

Andia fell to her knees and gripped them both hard. “I will take you. Both of you.” The audience around them was quiet, almost dead silent.

Zevon reached in his pocket and took out his gifts to them. He'd thought long and hard about what he wanted to give them after all they'd given him.

For so long, he'd been alone, content to be his own man without strings or the responsibility of love. Even the years he spent with Christophe had been easy because of their clandestine relationship.

Once Andia had joined with them, he couldn't deny the parts of himself he'd hidden away. She forced him to face his fear, and Christophe forced him to face his need. They gave him the gift of patience, of love, of companionship he didn't even know he desperately wanted until they gave it to him.

He wanted to give them the universe with a bow on it. Not one to voice the words, he could only find the one gift that might grant it.

Inside two small boxes were Placidian Stars. It had taken him months to locate and purchase them. He thought it was appropriate to give the gifts to them now, on Placido, as they demonstrated their love for each other.

When Christophe opened his, he pressed his lips together and blinked. “Well, this makes the Dormrelian porn I got you seem a little silly."

Several people chuckled, and Zevon stroked Christophe's face. “You've already given me everything I want, Chris."

"I already got the only wish I ever wanted,” Andia said.

Zevon brushed a strand of her now dark hair away from her face. “You wished me back to life, Mistress. I would like to give you something for yourself."

"That was for me,” she insisted, her hands clenched around the box. “You both are all I ever needed."

He blindly reached out and crushed her to him, his mouth on hers, his only thought to connect to her. He broke the kiss to demand the same response from Christophe. When they were both breathless and aroused, he rose to his feet.

"Wish later,” he stated. “Now we will show our new neighbors the depth of our love."

He retrieved the boxes and placed them on the banquet table. It surprised him to see tears and smiles on the faces around him. They truly had found their home.

When he turned back to the two people he loved, he gathered his energy, focused it, let it flow through him. Once Andia had said she wanted his mean side, his darker self. Tonight he felt comfortable letting that side take the reins.

"Face to the floor,” he snapped, and his lovers complied.

He strode closer, noted Andia wasn't touching the floor with her cheek, and tsk-tsked. “Andia, I am disappointed,” he said in a hard voice. “When I say face to the floor, I mean it."

Without another word, he yanked the hem of her dress up and revealed Andia's sexy thong beneath. “Don't you dare move,” he snarled.

The belt Andia had used on Christophe lay draped over one of the chairs, and Zevon snapped it when he folded the straps together. Andia jumped, anticipating.

"Christophe, get up and put your cock in Andia's mouth.” Ah, his lover hesitated. And with good reason. Andia's response to the pain of the belt was to bite. Zevon was pretty sure Andia would contain herself. Pretty sure.

Christophe's pants had already been half-off, so he kicked them to the side and stepped in front of Andia. He looked down at her, and she lifted her head, opening her mouth and taking him deep. The strained expression on Christophe's face was stunning, arousing.

When Zevon flicked the belt lightly over Andia's ass, she moaned. He increased the pressure, the strikes becoming harder, faster. Twice he stopped and slid his finger inside her cunt, reveling in her hot, wet response. Her hips rose in response, begging for more.

He straddled her ass, using the length of the belt between her legs to rub her clit, to drive her closer to the edge. Then he threw the belt aside and used his hand on her reddened flesh.

The way her ass glowed and sweat gathered on her curved spine made his dick strain. His pants long gone from when Christophe had sucked on him, his cock pressed against the seam of Andia's ass.

Tonight he wanted to slide into her pussy. Tonight he wanted to share her completely with Christophe. His mate mark throbbed, glowing on his inner thigh. He stepped back and grabbed a chair.

"Christophe,” he called. His lover focused on him. “Come here."

Christophe slowly slid his cock out of Andia's mouth and walked stiff-legged to the chair. Zevon jerked his head, and Christophe sat. “Andia, sit on top of him, facing me. And hold those tits out so I can see them."

When she didn't move fast enough, he whacked her on her butt with his hand, and she squealed. “I want his dick in your cunt. Do it."

She straddled Christophe, and Zevon watched as her pussy clasped his cock. Christophe groaned and dropped his head back.

"Don't you dare come,” Zevon snarled.

"Z, please,” Christophe begged.

Zevon smiled. He didn't think he could wait either. He leaned over them and bent his knees so he could slam inside Andia's sweet channel.

She screamed as he filled her, drove her higher. His hands were all over her breasts, and his teeth sank into her skin. He gripped Christophe's hands and placed them on her tits. He threaded his fingers through Christophe's hair and crushed Andia's face into his chest as he pounded his lips against Chris's.

Andia bucked and jerked between them. “Please, Master,” she called out, her voice muffled by his chest. “I need to come."

He broke the kiss with Christophe to thrust deeper inside her. “No."

"Z,” she whimpered.

"No."

She snarled at him, tried to bite him. In response, he dipped his hand down and stroked her clit. She hissed in a breath. “Damn you. Fuck.” She shifted, trying to get away from his wicked hand.

But his own orgasm gathered, and he didn't think he could hold out. “You come when we come,” he demanded.