Authors: Emma Holly
Then, before he could recover, Jake pounced on him.
He ignored Mia’s yelp of dismay. In two quick moves, he rolled Damien off the couch and forced his face onto the shaggy area rug. Damien tried to escape, but he was trained to box and not wrestle. Jake planted a knee on his back and bent his arm up between his shoulder blades. When Damien’s struggles persisted, Jake pinned his thumb.
Damien gasped at the pressure he was exerting. “That hurts!”
“It’s supposed to,” Jake growled even as he eased up. “Lie still where I put you.”
Both Mia’s hands were pressed to her mouth. Jake gauged her condition. She was shocked but not horrified.
He was pretty sure he could snap her out of it.
“You,” he barked like a drill sergeant. “Get Damien’s shoes.”
She blinked in confusion. “His shoes?”
“They’re what you usually take off before you strip someone’s pants.”
She hesitated then knelt at Damien’s feet. Due to her snug black gown, she couldn’t shift quickly. Damien wriggled like a fish as she removed his footwear and socks—as if her soft little fingers tormented him even there. Jake enjoyed the CEO’s energy and strength. He was a big man himself. He didn’t often get to dominate males who had more muscle weight. He discovered it was satisfying—more like a fair fight, he guessed. His own cock pounded with readiness to perform the acts he’d threatened.
“Don’t I get a say in this?” Damien huffed.
Jake thought that question missed the point.
“We’ll make this simple,” he said, his voice harshened by arousal. “Your safe word is ‘stop.’ Don’t say it if you don’t mean it, because I will.”
Damien’s head twisted to the side, gaping in disbelief. Jake’s lips curved at his stunned expression.
“Do you want to say it?” he asked. “We can end this right now.”
They both knew the answer. Damien’s mouth worked, his hips squirming slightly but tellingly. “No.”
“Good. I’m going to reach under you to undo your trousers. Mia, get ready to pull them down.”
“You could just let me up,” Damien said exasperatedly.
Jake leaned closer to his ear. “I don’t want to let you up,
sub
.”
Damien glared at being called this, but his pelvis squirmed again. Probably he couldn’t help it. Jake was willing to bet the CEO was even harder than he was—and Jake was damn hard, as it happened. He smirked, put a tad more pressure on Damien’s trapped arm, and worked his hand beneath him to unfasten his waistband. The clasps took a couple seconds to free, after which Jake palmed the CEO’s giant zipper bulge.
“Shit,” Damien breathed in a different tone than before.
Jake allowed his fingers to stretch around his new possession. Damien cursed again.
“This is a good hard-on, sub.” Jake rubbed it teasingly up and down, measuring its girth and resistance, enjoying how it twitched. “Nice and stiff and thick. I can’t wait to order Mia to wrap her pretty mouth around it.”
A shuddered rolled up his new sub’s spine, betraying Damien’s interest in this prospect.
Jake didn’t let him get comfortable. He took hold of his zipper tab and slowly dragged it down his erection. The sensation of it lowering would be slight, but Damien was worked up. He let out a strangled moan.
“Now,” Jake said softly to Mia. “Get his trousers off.”
Mia pulled until they were gone. Damien’s ass cheeks contracted under his boxer briefs. The underwear was dark gray, some European brand Jake didn’t recognize. He spared a second to wonder if they were comfortable.
He laughed silently to himself. If he weren’t careful, Damien’s rich boy tastes would rub off on him. He put on a stern face.
“Remove those too,” he ordered Mia.
Mia removed the underwear. Jake’s palms began to itch. Damien still wore his shirt and was naked from the waist down. The effect this had on his powerful body was interesting. He appeared more vulnerable half undressed than entirely. Perhaps his full nude beauty precluded humiliation. In that state, he simply was too stunning. Jake noted he had long legs and a good strong butt—not narrow but muscular. Shallow dimples graced either side of his tailbone.
Knowing no one had disciplined this ass before gave Jake a serious power surge.
“Take his hands from me,” he ordered Mia. “I need mine free.”
Damien twitched, possibly guessing what he planned.
“I’m not strong enough to control him,” Mia protested.
“He won’t pull free,” Jake said. “He’ll be afraid of accidentally hurting you.”
Jake understood Damien’s type. Control freak streak notwithstanding, he
wanted
to submit. Laying down his responsibilities even for a minute would be a relief. All he needed was a sound enough excuse to give in. In this instance, not hurting Mia was sufficient.
She shifted around to kneel above Damien’s head, taking one large male hand and then the other. As Jake expected, Damien let her.
With their hands wrapped together, the difference in their sizes couldn’t have been more obvious or more erotic.
“Hold tighter,” Jake instructed, his voice gone thick. “Our sub needs to know you’ve got a secure grip.”
Mia did as he asked. She was breathing faster, the rise and fall of her satiny breasts causing the diamond rope around her neck to twinkle. The hourglass fit of the velvet dress, and her kneeling inside it, was a picture he’d remember when he was ninety.
She gripped Damien firmly enough for her biceps to tighten.
“You like that,” Jake observed, seeing the strength she put into it. “Having your would-be master at your mercy.”
“Yes.” Her answer was excited and breathy. “Are you going to spank him now?”
At the sound of her anticipation, another half-swallowed moan broke in Damien’s throat.
“I am,” Jake confirmed. “I’m stronger than you, so I think that’s a better choice.”
The suggestion that
she
could have spanked him moved Mia. Her fingers tightened on Damien’s hands.
Damien murmured a curse half a second before Jake let fly.
Damien was no fragile flower. Jake gave him a good long basting, hard enough to sting and leave him red all over, right up to his two dimples. Damien bucked under the rain of blows and gasped.
“Are you still hard?” Jake demanded then.
He knew the answer. Damien’s hips had tried to arch off the carpet after each contact, betraying how aroused he’d grown. Apparently, Damien decided to play stubborn. Rather than respond, he clenched his jaw.
“
Answer
,” Jake ordered, lifting his arm high to demonstrate that he meant business. “Or are you afraid to admit the truth of what your master has done to you?”
His palm struck Damien’s ass with a resounding smack. Damien groaned and writhed. His hips thrust their highest yet.
“Yes,” he burst out reluctantly.
Yes
, wasn’t good enough. Damien had witnessed plenty of master-sub sessions. He knew the required formula.
“Yes, what?” Jake barked.
“Yes, master, I’m still hard.”
Jake immediately rolled him onto his back.
Damien lay there panting, his pupils huge and glittering. Though his body language hinted at abandon, his expression was angry. To be truthful, Jake welcomed that. Anger was heat, and heat burned off inhibitions. Jake wanted Damien to break through whatever remained of those.
“Oh my god,” Mia said.
Jake’s attention followed hers to Damien’s crotch.
Oh my god
was right. Damien’s erection was big enough to hurt. His skin stretched drum-taut around it, his engorged veins standing out sharply. Any doubt that he’d enjoyed the spanking evaporated. Damien’s entire penis pulsed in time to his heartbeat, the little jerks vicious and exciting. His shaft was dark from the blood in it—and so full Jake would have needed extra lube to take it. The appeal of that idea disconcerted. Jake preferred the take-charge position with other men. Only now and then had he let himself be taken.
He’d let Damien, he realized, if the man wanted to do that.
“He’s dripping,” Mia murmured.
He was. Little drops of pre-ejaculate squeezed from his slit and ran down the quivering head. Having both their attention on the spot didn’t slow the reaction. Damien’s powerful thighs shifted restlessly.
“Are you going to stare at me all night?” he demanded.
“Are you going to stare at me all night,
master
?” Jake corrected.
Damien rolled his eyes.
“Say it,” Jake said, “or I won’t order her to go down on you.”
Mia hardly needed ordering. Her little tongue had just snuck out to wet her scrumptious lips. Still, Jake was confident she’d wait for his say-so. Mia knew the value of being a team player.
“Are you going to stare at me all night, master?” Damien complied grudgingly.
“No, I’m not.” Still crouched beside him, Jake stroked the inside of Damien’s nervously clenched thigh. The big man shivered, conveniently confirming that he was sensitive. Jake lifted his gaze to Mia. Obedient assistant that she was, she bit her lip and waited.
It was all so perfect he wanted to laugh with joy.
“Miss Beck,” he said formally instead. “If you’d be so kind, please kiss our submissive’s cock.”
“‘Ours?’”
“Well, there is a chain of command. But he’s at the bottom now.”
She smiled, liking that answer. “May I suck him too?”
“You may. But don’t make him come.”
Her brown eyes glowed. “You’re saving that for yourself, aren’t you?”
He smiled, pleased that she understood. “Why don’t we switch places? It will increase the challenge to his self-control if I sit him up to watch what you’re doing.”
Damien muttered something angry beneath his breath.
Neither Jake nor Mia paid attention. Jake moved behind Damien, dragging him up until his back was supported by Jake’s chest.
“Hm,” he said, noticing Damien’s loosened black bow tie.
He removed it. He bent both of Damien’s arms behind him then bound his wrists comfortably but snugly together. Jake enjoyed that, of course. Bondage always got him going.
“Could I have yours?” Mia surprised him by asking.
“My bow tie?”
“Yes, please,” she said politely.
Curious, he took it off and placed it in her waiting hand.
“Now,” Mia said, one finger pressed playfully to her mouth as she considered Damien’s aroused genitals. “What in the world shall I tie this bow around?”
“Don’t you dare,” Damien said.
His protest delighted Mia. “Of course I dare! Jake is sharing you with me. You’re my sub tonight too.”
She lifted each of his ankles, spreading his legs wider and scooting between them. Damien began to twist, her actions triggering responses he was unable to restrain. Mia was no one’s dominatrix, but she was playing the part now. She caught his knees to make him stop.
“Now, now,” she scolded. “This will please me and Jake. I’m sure you want us to enjoy what we do to you.”
“No bows,” Damien insisted.
“Fine.” Mia broke into a grin. “I’ll secure it with a knot.”
Fortunately Jake’s neckwear wasn’t the pre-tied sort. Mia looped the narrower stretch of black silk beneath his testicles, lifting them up against his shaft. Though she was careful about it, Jake tensed empathetically. She wound the rest of the tie once around Damien’s shaft, securing the arrangement with a crooked but apparently snug knot.
Jake squirmed slightly on his haunches. He had no trouble imagining the feel of that constriction.
Mia stroked her thumbs along the flat bands of cloth that surrounded Damien. “How’s that?”
“Fine,” he said grumpily, his tone contradicted by the leaping of his cock.
Mia pretended to pout. “Only fine? Let me see if I can improve on that.”
She braced her hands on Damien’s thighs so she could lean forward. He tensed, going completely stiff as she engulfed his tip in her mouth and licked.
Jake wrapped his arms around Damien’s chest. He could feel the other man’s heart knocking, the increase in his skin temperature. Being able to imagine what Mia
and
Damien experienced was interesting.
“You can give him more than that,” he encouraged.
Mia’s mouth sank lower. She was sucking him now, using her tongue from the sound of it. Her fingers kneaded Damien’s thighs. The knotted bow tie gave her a handy place to stop. Damien’s limbs trembled.
“Relax,” Jake advised her. “Suck him nice and easy. And don’t forget to breathe.”
Her lashes lifted. The most amazing sense of connection arrowed between her eyes and his. It was like he and she shared a mind, or at least the same desire to tantalize Damien. She drew up slowly, lips ringed tight, letting Jake watch the other man’s pulsing cock emerge.
“Fuck,” Damien breathed. His spine was arching, the hands Jake had tied in the small of his back fisting.
“How long has it been since you let a woman go down on you?”
Damien grunted, his hips twisting as Mia sank again. “I don’t know. Years. Jesus, that feels good.”
“Well, hold on,” Jake advised in his ear. “I’m not tired of watching her do that.”
Mia wasn’t tired either. Her mouth pushed down, rose up, slow and wet and nearly as enjoyable to observe as it must have been to feel. Her breasts swelled enticingly with her motions, threatening to escape her evening gown. Damien’s body rolled even with Jake holding it, struggling helplessly to get deeper each time she went down on him.
When his voice came out as a whimper, Mia rose up and released him.
He panted, trying to recover. Jake suspected he’d come extremely close to shooting down her throat.
Maybe Mia knew. She sat on her stockinged feet, a gorgeous riot of color staining her cheeks and cleavage. Her lips were swollen and her eyes shone with stars. Jake had known a lot of women, in every part of the world. Mia was the sweetest siren he’d ever seen. When she licked her soft flushed mouth, both he and Damien reacted.
“I want to kiss him,” she said throatily.
Damien swallowed.
“Do it,” Jake ordered.
Catlike, she came up their captive: nuzzling his throat, his jaw, rubbing her soft cheek along his shaven one. She brushed her lips over Damien’s. Jake was so close he heard and felt Damien’s breathing catch.