Missionary Position (Masters of the Prairie Winds Club Book 7) (28 page)

She felt Fischer’s finger massaging lube into the ring of muscles around her rear hole and moaned around Peter’s cock—the vibration earning her another moan as his fingers threaded through her hair tugging gently. “Not yet. I want to savor this moment. Put your left hand up on my thigh,
mi amõre
. I want to admire our ring on your finger. Damn, I can hardly wait until we are married.”

Lara moved her left hand to his thigh and her heart swelled as his fingers traced the boundaries of her ring. She didn’t want a huge church wedding and she knew Peter and Fischer were going to push for sooner rather than later. But she doubted their mother or her grandmother were going to let the two men deny them the pleasure of planning a wedding. All thoughts of white lace and roses were pushed right out of her mind when Fischer removed his finger from her ass, causing her to wiggle her ass seeking his attention, he laughed, “Greedy little sub. Patience is a virtue, baby. I’m just getting the next piece of your gift. This very interesting looking piece of plastic is designed to stimulate all those sensitive nerves at the opening of your anus. Most of the pleasure associated with anal sex—at least from your point of view, is centered right there. This little gadget is going to make you feel all that pleasure anytime we want you too because it’s remote controlled.”

The only warning she had before she felt the first vibrations was a soft click as he turned the device on. At first it felt more like tingling pulses encircling her most private opening, but holy mother of God her entire body responded in a fraction of a second. Her reaction was so intense Lara felt as if every muscle in her body had clenched at the exact same moment. Her sex flooded with moisture and she felt droplets racing down the insides of her thighs. Fischer pressed kisses to her lower back murmuring words she couldn’t make out because her mind was far too fragmented to comprehend anything other than pure pleasure. Nothing existed in that moment but the electrical storm raging in her body.

Watching Lara’s hips flex and her back arch when he switched on the stimulating ring sent so much blood to Fischer’s already throbbing cock he was almost lightheaded. He knew his brother was just seconds from coming and he wanted Lara to go over at the same time so he pulled the mall remote from his pocket and hit two buttons at the same time. There was no way she could hold out against the increased stimulation around her ass and the vibrating balls deep in her channel. They hadn’t turned the balls on before now because the natural movement of her body provided had been enough to keep her on edge, but he wanted to send her into orbit now, so he turned them on as well.

Lara stiffened and screamed around Peter’s cock and Fischer watched as his brother’s eyes rolled back in his head as he shouted his own release. As an empath, Fischer fought to buffer the sensations his brother was feeling or he’d have come in his pants like a hormone-crazed teenager. Watching Lara’s throat move as she swallowed Peter’s release was one of the most erotic things he’d ever witnessed. And the flush of her skin as her body convulsed in orgasm was beyond beautiful. Fischer turned off both devices as Peter pulled their sweet woman against his chest. “You undo me. You are everything my brother and I ever dreamed of finding, and you’ve agreed to marry us. I’m not sure I’ve ever been this happy.”

Fischer and Peter helped Lara move back on to the seat after he’d washed and gently patted dry her sensitive pussy. He was glad she hadn’t been able to see his stupid grin as he’d moved the soft warm cloth down the insides of her thighs. He’d been ridiculously thrilled they’d aroused her to the point it was evidenced in a sweet trail to her knees. Handing her a mirror and her small purse, he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead and smiled down at her. “You look thoroughly sated, baby. Your hair is mused to perfection, your lips swollen from sucking my brother until his eyes crossed. And the flush covering your body will be a beacon to every Dom who sees you walk into the club. They’ll all be jealous as hell.” He chuckled when he saw her wince at her reflection. They were still several minutes from the club, so she had a few minutes to get herself together before they entered Dark Desires and he and Peter could start messing her up again.

They were surrounded the minute they walked through the door, but Tobi and Gracie’s happy shrieks were overshadowed by the stern looks of their Masters’ faces. Kent’s quick nod toward the hallway leading to the office didn’t herald good news. They sent their subs to the ladies locker room with colorful warnings about what would happen if they ventured out before one of them returned for them, and then made their way to the office.

“I don’t want to be a wet blanket, but I wanted you both to know this as soon as I knew. Anyway...Eric Roberts just sent me a video of Lara’s parents getting off a plane in Jakarta. Officials there didn’t detain them, even though they knew who they were. Rita Emmons straight up conned them, I swear if I didn’t want to strangle her, I’d hire her.” Kyle ran his hand through his hair in frustration before rolling his eyes, “Bottom line is, they are in the wind and we’re all pulling back.”

“Don’t forget the bank.” Fischer and Peter both turned their attention to where Jax stood shaking his head. “I agree with Kyle, they really need to hire that woman. She waltzed into the bank in a disguise that would have fooled God himself, sweet-talked one of the bank’s newest employees into letting her into what was supposed to be a secured area, and promptly cleaned out the small cache we’d left—sans the micro-tracker. She left the small device with a note attached that said, ‘Lame’.” Laughing, the man inclined his head in his friend’s direction, “Micah’s pissed. He lost a five hundred dollar bet with Roberts over this.”

Micah’s muttered cursing came from the other side of the room, “I still can’t believe she found it. Hell, it’s not much bigger than a mustard seed. We need new toys when a damned government spook gets one up on us.” Micah’s words might have sounded as if he was pissed, but Fischer could hear admiration in his tone. Hell of it was, against his better judgement—he found himself admiring the woman as well.

Kent stepped forward, the resignation in his expression was easy to read. “Cam is the only person who might have a chance of communicating with them. He called this morning to say he’d gotten a cryptic, anonymous email about taking care of former employees. Something about the way it was worded made him think it was about Lara. Evidently he had worked a couple of ops with the Emmons years ago so they would have known how to get in touch with him. But the bottom line is, other than trying to help and protect Lara, we have no reason to pursue her parents.”

“And since I’m fairly certain Special Agent Roberts isn’t laying all his cards on the table, we’re backing out of it—at least for now.” Kyle looked between Fischer and Peter, “I’m sorry about interrupting your evening, now let’s get back out there. I’m sure our subs have managed to stir up enough trouble by now to keep the evening entertaining.”

“Try to not beat on your sub’s ass until after the ceremony—wouldn’t want you to scare Lara off.” Fischer laughed as they moved down the hall. He’d struggled to hold back his interest in Lara until his brother had finally come to Houston, and the truth was he still worried she might slip through their fingers so he was more than a little anxious to lock their permanent collar around her pretty neck.

The piece the jeweler created for them was an amazing combination of lifestyle elements concealed in what looked like a traditional chocker. The elaborate design hid floggers, whips, and keys were just a few of the secrets incorporated into the scrolled pattern. People in the vanilla world would never notice all the symbolism, they would simply see an elaborate piece of jewelry with enough gold, diamonds, and sapphires to fund a small country for several years.

Peter pulled Lara into his arms and kissed her soundly as soon as she stepped out of the lounge. She’d obviously had time to relax with her friends and the glow of laughter radiated all around her. Seeing her eyes sparkle with happiness and her sweetly rounded cheeks slightly flushed made his heart sing. He wasn’t sure when he’d become such a sappy romantic, but everything felt right in his world when he held her.

Traditionally, the Doms at Dark Desires either fucked their subs on stage before collaring them or marked them with a single tail, but he and Fischer agreed neither of those was right for their fiancée. There might come a day when she was ready for that level of public play, but neither of them cared much one way or the other. The short ceremony they’d planned centered on her submission to them. Knowing how difficult it was for her to strip and be completely naked in public, they’d decided that would be the only thing they’d ask of her.

Turning her into his brother’s arms, Peter heard Fischer whisper, “Come here, baby. I want to hold you for a minute.” Peter heard Lara’s soft sigh and the sound sent a surge of blood to his cock forcing him to shift in an effort to relieve some of the pressure. Having a permanent zipper imprint the length of his favorite body part wasn’t something he was interested in. Fischer’s smile over Lara’s head let him know his younger brother was enjoying his discomfort.

‘
Not feeling any pity for you at all, big brother. As I recall, you’ve already enjoyed our pretty fiancée once this evening.’
Anybody who thought younger brothers outgrew being a pain in the ass had never met his. Unfortunately, this time Fischer was right and he needed to rein in his lust because throwing her over his shoulder and making a mad dash for nearest unoccupied room wasn’t a part of tonight’s plan.

They followed the Wests into the main room letting the two tall Doms block her view until they were close to the small raised platform they’d be using for the ceremony. Tobi and Gracie had spent weeks planning every detail of the decorations and their hard work had paid off beautifully. The leaf and branch garland that lay around the edge of the platform was woven with varying lengths of satin ribbon and soft white lights. There was a small white pillow in the center for Lara to kneel on and he was pleased to see it wasn’t made of silk. He’s seen subs struggle so hard to maintain their position when the pillow under them was slick, and he’d heard them say later they barely remembered the words that had been spoken to them because they were trying to avoid falling to the floor in a naked heap.

Seeing the velvet box he knew held her collar made Peter long to hurry the process along, but Lara deserved every bit of pomp and circumstance these ceremonies usually entailed. She might not see the value tonight, but as she watched other subs being collared in the future, he didn’t want her feeling as though she’d been shortchanged. Kent and Kyle West each took a step to the side in what Peter was sure had been a well-planned move revealing the platform to Lara. He heard her sharp intake of breath followed by a shudder that he suspected was more about fear than arousal.

Peter and Fischer moved quickly turning Lara so her back was to the small stage and she faced them. “Baby? Talk to us. We thought this was something you would be happy about.” Peter knew Fischer had barely been able to speak, fearing his worst nightmare was going to play out in front of almost every member of the club. The entire room was filled with members who had come to see the club’s managers collar one of their favorite employees. He doubted Lara knew how popular she was with both her co-workers and the members of the club, but the fact they were probably breaking every fire code in the book should give her a good idea.

Peter watched as Lara opened her mouth and then closed it again several times without uttering a word. He saw the fear in her eyes, but he also saw something else—mentally holding Fischer back, he wanted her to ask for what she needed. “I’m scared. I need you…I need you to help me…help me focus.” Her barely whispered words were drowned out by the whispers of those surrounding them, but he’d heard them.