Mistress's Master: Men in Blue, Book 3 (26 page)

Jeremy understood exactly what the man meant. He swore he’d thanked all the powers of the universe for introducing him to Lily.

“I’m happy for you both.” Genuine warmth colored Lily’s assurance. “But this does put us in a difficult position. It wouldn’t be right for me to interfere in your relationship. I assume you were busted together last night?”

“Uh, yeah.” Daniel looked to Bruce, who nodded. “I didn’t want to sleep alone in this place. It’s so big. Everything sounds funny. Echoes everywhere. Even whispers seem giant.”

“It was my fault, Mistress.” Bruce sighed. “I took advantage.”

“Yeah, like I resisted.” Daniel snorted.

“In any case, we came without your permission.” Both men studied the carpet. “We’re sorry.”

“It doesn’t sit right for you to apologize for something so beautiful. Something you share honestly.” Lily surprised Jeremy with her empathy. Her brand of dominance seemed so similar and yet so foreign to his own. “Usually, I mandate no sexual intercourse unless we’re in a monitored situation for the protection of all my subs. That’s not a valid concern here.”

All three men stared as she reasoned toward the inevitable conclusion.

“I’ll be sorry to see you leave.” She sighed.

“No!” Daniel dropped to his knees on the carpet. The violent surge had Bruce out of his chair too. He snugged his lover to his chest, comforting Daniel as he begged, “Please, don’t kick us out.”

“You wish to stay?” Lily’s head tilted as she observed their reaction.

The men clasped hands then turned to her as one. “Yes. Please.”

“Well, damn.” She tugged on Jeremy’s hand, angling her face toward his, seeking his opinion. “Have you ever seen that work? Lovers that submit?”

“Only once.” His chest puffed up as he searched the dark corners of his mind. “Gunther used to top a married couple.”

“Okay.” She didn’t take the decision lightly. “Let me think about this. I’m not banishing you. Never. You’ll always have a home with me. But I have to learn how to make it work. I’ll set up a meeting with Master Gunther—learn more about his experiences. We’ll figure this out. Fair enough?”

“More than, Mistress.” Daniel nodded as he and Bruce staggered to their feet. “Thank you.”

“A few rules are probably in order.” Lily regained her composure, impressing Jeremy with her fortitude and fast thinking. “First, you’ll bunk in the same room, the same bed, from now on.”

The men smiled into each other’s eyes, lacing their fingers.

“Second, I promise I’ll never pit you against each other. It would be cruel.”

Jeremy swore Daniel swiped a tear from the corner of his eye, though the man could have been scratching an itch.

“Finally, if you want to be with each other…tell one of the trainers. They’ll make sure you have privacy until I can figure out how to handle this.” She smiled at their slack jaws. “Rejoin the group. You may share the good news if you decide it’s the right thing for you. I’ll respect your wishes either way.”

Bruce tried to speak but couldn’t.

“Go ahead. We’ll discuss it more later.”

Jeremy caught her wistful sigh as the couple embraced. Before they abandoned Lily’s office, Daniel glanced over his shoulder. He nearly yanked Bruce’s arm from the socket when he stopped short, staring straight into Lily’s eyes.

“I’m happy for you too, Mistress.” He grinned. “Your Master looks at you like Bruce looks at me. No one deserves that more than you.”

Before she could respond, they’d slipped from the office.

Jeremy didn’t doubt their lifelong loyalty to one special Mistress had been cemented.

On their heels, one of the pretty protégés escorted Ramone into the room. She ran down the report detailing the slave’s vital signs, assuring Lily he had passed all physical examinations. She rose from the desk and circled the mammoth furnishing to stand by her slave’s side when he refused to pry his gaze from the carpet. “Do you feel okay, Ramone?”

“Suz told you, I’m fine.”

Jeremy had to bite his tongue to keep from insisting the slave address Lily with a more appropriate tone. The man’s disrespect, not only of his Mistress but also of Jeremy’s submissive, rankled. Christ, this would take some adjusting to. He forced himself into statue mode when Lily approached the nude man, who sat on his haunches in the middle of the floor.

“No, she said your measurable responses fell within the normal range. That’s not at all what I’m asking about.” Lily sank beside her charge. “I’ve never seen you so distressed. Allow me to shoulder your burdens. Keep me fully informed. I couldn’t forgive myself if I hurt you by accident.”

Ramone flung his arms around Lily’s waist. The force of the impact tumbled her backward.

Jeremy lunged in their direction before he realized the man hadn’t intended any harm.

She flung a warning stare in his direction before welcoming her submissive into her embrace.

Hands out, Jeremy retreated, allowing them to work through Ramone’s issues without his interference.

“It’s all your fault.”

Lily jerked at Ramone’s accusation.

Somehow, Jeremy restrained himself from dashing to her aid.

“What did I do?”

“You made me like it.” He took her shoulders between his hands and shook her a little.

Jeremy growled despite his best intentions.

Ramone blinked then released Lily.

“Like what?”

“I’m not gay, Mistress.” He scrunched his eyes closed. “I saw Bruce and Daniel as they walked by. I’ve watched you match up other slaves.”

“I do enjoy observing them share pleasure when appropriate.” She smiled. “Of course.”

“Not me. I’m not gay!” He shook his head. “You can’t change me.”

“What? Ramone, calm down.” She laid her fingers on his shoulder, preventing his cathartic rocking. “It’s obvious you’re straight. I’ve never encouraged you to take a male lover, have I?”

“Not yet.”

“Not ever. I can sense it’s outside your comfort zone. That’s all right.” She kissed the submissive.

Somehow the sight of their long, gentle exchange turned Jeremy on more. With every skilled response Lily demonstrated, he lost another piece of his heart to her compassionate nature. For years, his friends had relied on him to talk through their problems. Lacey had shared her secrets during some dark times. Razor had turned to him often.

Until Jeremy observed Lily at work, he hadn’t realized how much of his training had bled through his attempt at a vanilla life. For him, like Lily, the very framework of his nature guaranteed his role. He couldn’t change the man he was. How could he ever have wanted to?

Reason began to penetrate. Wild light drained from Ramone’s gray eyes. Lily paused, allowing him to spill his guts unhindered.

“I used to think that, Mistress. I thought you understood. But last week—”

“Oh. Ramone.” She smiled as she pressed him to her bosom, making Jeremy a little jealous of the man’s comfy resting place on the pillow of her breasts. “Enjoying anal stimulation doesn’t make you gay. Plenty of men find it pleasurable.”

“Gay men.” He shook his head, damn near motorboating Lily’s encased chest. “Don’t think I hold anything against the other slaves. How they seek their pleasure is their business. It’s just…it’s screwing with my mind to wonder if something I’ve felt sure about my entire life was a lie. It’s hard enough to be a submissive guy. So many people have assumed I’m weak because I get off on surrender.”

“Why join the ranks of people who would stereotype?” Lily caressed his face. “You know who you are and what attracts you, Ramone. That doesn’t change with a string of beads or a vibrator penetrating you. Labels are ridiculous. I can take you somewhere new—someplace higher—above simple classifications. Don’t deny yourself the indulgence because you’re afraid.”

Her slave shivered.

“I’d bet a handful of spanks even Master Jeremy has taken pleasure from ass play before.”

“Him?” Ramone pointed. “No way.”

“You don’t think if I slipped a finger inside him while I sucked his cock, he’d shoot ten times harder?”

“Keeping talking like that and we’ll find out right here and now.” Jeremy grimaced as he adjusted his package. “It’s not the easiest to admit for me either, especially not as a Dom. But…yeah…it can feel great when it’s done right. Once you’ve experienced it, I’d guess the depth of sensation could become addictive.”

“Is
that
the problem, Ramone?” Lily scooted closer. “It’s not that you liked me fucking you, is it? It’s that you’re having trouble coming without the extra stimulation. Like this morning. That frightened you didn’t it?”

He nodded, his fingers plucking at a swirly design in the carpet.

“Say it.” She grasped the man’s jaw, angling his face so he couldn’t escape her stare.

“I need something in my ass so bad I can’t come without it anymore.” His pitch rose as anxiety returned. Yet the admission seemed to help. He took a long, deep breath.

“There you go.” Lily kissed his cheek. “Remember, you never have to worry alone. You’re not supposed to keep secrets from me, Ramone. Tell me everything and trust me to fix it. Did you forget the rules? Or have I done something to break your trust?”

“No, Mistress.” Ramone scrambled to reassure her. “I was confused. I tried to tell you, but you were busy with the going-away party. Then the move. And there were unfamiliar people, places.”

Lily quirked an eyebrow.

“And…those are no excuses, really. I should have shared how I felt. With Suz if you were unavailable. You’ll always take care of me.”

“That’s better.” She rocked Ramone, sheltering him through the adrenaline storm raging in his veins. “I would punish you except it seems like poetic justice that you missed out on the fun this morning.”

“My own fault, I know.” He grimaced. “But I’m sorry, Mistress.”

“The truth is, Ramone…” She peeked over her shoulder, flashing a tiny smile at Jeremy. “I understand a little too well I think.”

“Do you really kneel for him?” Honest curiosity had his head tilting and his eyes scrunched as if someone had told him unicorns were real.

Jeremy’s palms itched to grab Lily and demonstrate.

“Mmm. Yes.” She licked her lips. “Only for him. If I’d let myself resist on principle, I would have missed out on some of the most fantastic experiences of my entire life.”

Mine too, wildcat.
She’d probably emasculate him with her tiny, razor-sharp claws if she could hear his thoughts.

“Would you like to be brave with me, Ramone? Maybe earn another chance to come?” She drew hypnotic patterns on the man’s rough cheek.

“How?” He speared Lily with a look so hopeful, Jeremy inched closer to the pair.

“Let me teach you a lesson.” She crooned, speaking to him like she might a feral animal. Soft, low, insistent. “I’ll show you how phenomenal it is when you ride the crest of your desires. So close to falling, without tumbling over your boundaries.”

“Can I watch you first?”

“Practice what you preach, Lily.” Jeremy stroked his beard as his devious side constructed wicked plans. “Be a brave little girl and make a good role model for Ramone.”

Lily glanced back and forth between them.

As much as he yearned to order her to submit, Jeremy allowed her make the call.

“Please, Mistress.” Ramone nudged her toward Jeremy. “You’re the strongest person I know. If you can bend, so can I. For the right person. People. Under the right circumstances.”

“Because I care for you.” She stroked the hair at his temple. “I’ll share this. I’ll always give you what you need.”

“Thank you.”

Lily rose from her crouch then strode the three steps across the plush carpet to stand before him, toe to toe. They stayed locked in place for long seconds, appraising the intensity in each other’s stares before she thrilled him again with sweet yielding.

“Master, I need you.”

“Because of the drug?” He whispered to keep the inquiry from reaching Ramone.

“No, because of who you are. Who I am. What we become when we’re merged.” She assumed the fundamental submissive position—knees bent, her thighs spread, hands clasped in the small of her back. The slight bow of her graceful neck acted like an intravenous shot of adrenaline on Jeremy’s whole body.

“
Madre de dios.
”

“You can say that again, Ramone.” Jeremy groaned when the peerless woman before him laid her cheek on his thigh. “Her surrender is so pure.”

“Neither of us could be mistaken for virgins,” she scoffed.

“You were untouched before last night. Unmarked by me. That’s all that matters, Lily. You’re the only woman who counts to me.”

She sighed as she nuzzled his hand, kissing the center of his palm. “I’ll never submit for another Master.”

“Damn straight you won’t.” Jeremy grasped her shoulders and spun her to face Ramone. He didn’t waste time pretending he had an objective more important than burying himself in her tight, steaming pussy. “Don’t break contact with him. Show him all that’s in your heart and mind when I slide deep inside you. Stare into his eyes and guarantee the advice you gave him was valid.”

“Mistress…” Ramone put out a hand when she yelped. Too far away, he couldn’t prevent Jeremy from ripping open the crotch of her sleek, sexy gear.

“Shh…” She must have smiled because the reflection of her happiness showed in the slave’s answering grin. “He startled me, that’s all. I like it. He knows exactly how to touch me.”

“No, Lily. More like we crave the same things. You’re so in synch with me. Damn.” Jeremy couldn’t take things slow. He tore at his fly as he knelt behind her. One arm wrapped around her waist with plenty of extra reach to curl his palm around her ribs on her opposite side. He clasped her tight to his chest. Within heartbeats, he rode the furrow of her moist folds, caressing the sensitive flesh with his anxious cock.

“And it’s not a matter of like. You
love
this.” He laid a trail of bites down her neck as he canted his hips, poking the tip of his erection into the entrance of her pussy. “Don’t you?”

“Yes, sir.” She squirmed in his grip, trying to impale herself on the blunt head of his hard-on.

“Behave, Lily.” He wrenched her away far enough to smack her ass. The crack of his bare hand on her leather-covered muscle reverberated through the elegant space she’d arranged for her duties. “Ask me nicely and I’ll give you your prize.”