The Mechanic (4 page)

Twenty minutes later Alyssa tucked the end of the towel securely between her breasts and opened the bathroom door. Mike and Evan sat on the bed, two heads turning her direction as she gasped.

"I didn't expect...you scared me," she said, willing her pulse to slow down as she leaned against the door frame. Her clothes were behind them, and she wasn't quite brave enough to move that close.

The men exchanged a quick look before Evan held out a piece of paper. "This is your bill for the repair. Mike wasn't going to charge you, but I told him if you were set on leaving, it was only fair that you pay for the rush job he did."

Alyssa frowned. "I don't have any cash, but if it's not too much..." She took the page and scanned it quickly, looking at both of them in disbelief. "How can it possibly be two thousand dollars? You didn't have to order parts or anything!"

Evan shrugged. "Time is money. Mike spent all night working on it, so the labor is all overtime."

"This is crap." She tossed the paper back at him and shoved between them to reach for her clothes. "I'm not paying that. It wasn't my fault he decided to work all night. That's all on him."

A strong arm wrapped around her waist, blocking her efforts. The end of her towel slipped, and her face burned as she realized that when Evan let go, the towel would fall. Judging from the smirk on his face, he knew it too, and before she could lift her hands, he released her waist and grabbed her wrists as the fabric sank to the floor.

"I suppose I could knock some of that off for this little show," he said, blatantly looking her up and down. She squirmed in his grasp, but he didn't even squeeze, just kept his fingers locked in a tight circle she couldn't pull her hands out of. "Settle down now. I have a proposition for you."

She glanced over at Mike, who shrugged before he reached over and ran a hand over her hip, then lightly slapped her butt. "I'd listen to the man, if I were you," he said.

Alyssa stilled, her heart racing and her thighs pressed tightly together as moisture pooled between her legs. She had an idea of what was coming, and even as her mind struggled to accept the truth, she already knew what her answer would be.

"I'm listening," she said, the words barely more than a whisper. Evan's eyes narrowed as he stared into hers, probing for...something. Nodding as though he'd found what he sought, he glanced at Mike.

"Wanna put that towel on the floor for her?"

Mike folded the towel into a rectangular pad, and placed it on the floor at Evan's feet.

"On your knees," Evan said, releasing her wrists abruptly. She sank down, using the towel as a cushion for her knees. The position put her right at eye level with Evan's crotch, and she resisted the urge to lick her lips at the bulge pressing obviously against his zipper.

"Eyes up here."

She looked up, catching a glimmer of amusement in his gaze. That was a good sign, she supposed.

"We propose that you work off your debt to us over the next three days. You'll be at our service twenty four hours a day, and you'll obey both of us without hesitation. Exactly seventy-two hours from now, you'll kneel before us just as you are now, and if you want to leave, you'll be free to go."

Alyssa thought for a moment. "And if I refuse?"

"Then the money is due immediately. If you don't have it, you'll have to find some other form of transportation to get home."

"So really, I don't have a choice here," she said, a feeling akin to relief flowing through her, though she tried to hide it.

"No, you don't." Mike's voice was low and rough, sending another flood of moisture to her core. "But we need to hear your answer anyway."

"I accept," she said softly, sealing her fate.

"Good," Evan said, bringing her attention back to him. "Now, I want to see those pretty lips wrapped around my cock."

Alyssa glanced at Mike as she reached for the button on Evan's pants. He was taking his own cock out, stroking it as he watched her. The look he gave her was so intense, so...knowing, that she felt like her soul was just as bare before him as her body. Turning back to the task at hand, she freed Evan's cock. It was slightly thinner than Mike's and longer, she thought as she ran her tongue from base to tip along the underside, then circled the head twice before sucking it into her mouth. Evan groaned as she slid down on him, taking her time on the way back up as she flicked her tongue along the sensitive skin. Bobbing gently up and down, she closed her eyes, focusing on the feel of his smooth, warm rod against her tongue.

"Open your eyes," Evan commanded, and she looked up at him, his cock deep in her mouth as she slid back ever so slowly. Letting him go with a pop, she circled the head with her tongue again, and then took as much of him as she could, all the way to her throat.

Strong hands closed on either side of her head as Evan took control, pulling back, then pushing in, fucking her mouth in a steady rhythm. She gagged a few times, but he pulled back, seeming to know how much she could take before she needed to breathe.

"That's right, pet. Your mouth is so pretty stretched around my cock. Take it all, like a good girl. That's it."

She sucked and released, milking his cock as well as she could and relaxing her throat as he pushed for deeper entry. Her skin tingled with arousal, her nipples hard and sore as they swayed with her every movement.

A finger probed between her legs and she twitched, taken by surprise as Mike pushed her legs farther apart yet powerless to move much in Evan's hold. One digit entered her dripping core, followed quickly by another, stretching her vaginal walls, then pulling free and smearing her tight asshole with her own juices as Evan continued to thrust in her mouth.

"We're going to take you here too." Mike's breath was hot on her ear as he spoke next to her ear, his finger slipping inside her protesting bud. She whimpered around Evan's cock, the sensations almost overwhelming as Mike added another finger to the one in her ass, and used his other hand to fill her sopping wet pussy. "That turns you on, doesn't it, Alyssa? Good girl, getting so wet for us."

Evan pulled his cock out of her mouth and she sucked in a breath as he moved back on the bed and lay down on his back. "Come up here, pet. Ride me with that sweet pussy of yours."

Mike released her, his fingers leaving her feeling strangely bereft as he helped her stand, and climb onto the bed. Positioning herself over Evan's cock, she felt Mike guiding it into her warm, wet channel, sliding easily inside. Clenching her inner muscles around him, she started to move, up and down, then grinding back and forth as he grabbed her hips and showed her what he wanted. Mike reached between them, running his fingers through her cream and then inserting them into her ass again, one, then two, then three. She whimpered and cried out as Evan reached up and pulled at her nipples, hard enough to send a shock through her system, and more moisture gushing between her legs.

"Such a responsive pet," he said between breaths as he held her hips still. "Is she ready?"

Mike's fingers slipped out of her ass, and he pressed her forward until her nipples rasped against Evan's chest. "Oh yeah," he said, gathering more of the moisture between her legs and spreading it over the puckered hole his fingers had loosened. Then she felt the head of his cock pressing against her backside, and a loud crack rang through the room as he smacked her ass hard at the same time he pushed inside.

"Relax," Mike growled as he breached the last of Alyssa's defenses, struggling to hold back so he wouldn't hurt her. He entered her a little at a time until that moment when she finally gave in, allowing him to slip completely inside. Holding still, he waited, Evan's dick filling her pussy as his own twitched in her ass. Then he started to move, his whole body vibrating as he took up a rhythm that Evan matched underneath.

"Oh God," Alyssa moaned, her body pulsing around him as she moved against them both. "I can't take--"

Mike leaned over and cupped a breast in each hand, thrusting harder as he suckled her earlobe. "You can," he whispered, his eyes meeting Evan's as the other man gave a slight nod. "Come with us, Alyssa. Now." He pinched both her nipples as he thrust deep, filling her ass as he came hard. Evan let out a shout as he pulsed inside her and Alyssa shivered violently around them both, groaning long and loud as she collapsed on top of Evan.

Slipping out, Mike rolled to the side, his legs shaking too hard to even attempt standing. His heart raced as he looked over at the woman they'd basically blackmailed into submission. She turned her head to look at him, her hand reaching out to rest against his chest. He'd expected fear, regret, even pain...but was surprised to see only calm acceptance in her gaze. He rolled over and kissed her, sweet, open-mouthed kisses that she eagerly returned. Then she turned away and he watched as Evan claimed her lips as well. It was a touching sight, and Mike pushed off the bed, his heart tight in his chest.

He went into the bathroom and cleaned himself off, then started a bath. When he went back into the bedroom, Alyssa was lying on her side, curled up in the crook of Evan's arm. It was obvious that she was the one, and from the look on Evan's face, he agreed. If they could just convince her to accept that - to accept them, over the next few days...

"Come with me," he said softly, reaching for her hand. She let him help her up and followed him to the bathroom, reclining into the warm water with a contented sigh.

"Thank you," she said, her voice hoarse, and her cheeks colored prettily as she cleared her throat. He didn't smile, just nodded, got a warm washcloth and went back to the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

Evan was sitting up against the headboard when Mike returned, and he tossed the cloth at him. "We can't let her go," Evan said as Mike pulled on his jeans.

"We made a deal." He buttoned his shirt and handed a clean one to Evan.

Evan scowled as he dressed. "Fuck the deal. She's ours now. Are you telling me you could watch her walk away?"

Mike shook his head, leaning against the wall. "No, but I would, if that's what she wanted." He closed his eyes, part of him wishing Alyssa had never stumbled into his shop. He looked up to see Evan shaking his head.

"You're in love, man. That's not a good sign."

Mike shrugged as the other man reached for the door. "I don't know. Maybe you're right." He tried to remember ever feeling this way about another woman, and came up empty. In all the relationships he'd had before, he'd been the one to end the relationship. Some hurt more than others, but he'd never felt so connected to anyone, even his first sub. Was it love? He didn't know what love was. But whatever it was, it was seriously messing with his head.

"I'll be in the shop," Evan said, letting himself out. Mike nodded, turning toward the bathroom door. Alyssa had had enough time to recover. It was time to go over some house rules that he had a feeling she wasn't going to like.

Alyssa twitched in the bathtub as the doorknob rattled, her eyes flying open. When Mike slipped into the room, she lowered her gaze, unsure of their relationship now that she was basically indentured to him for the next few days. Suddenly the water felt cold, and she shivered, sitting up to wrap her arms around her knees. She wanted to get out, but waited, her confidence at an all-time low.

"There's a towel on the sink," Mike said, pointing as she turned to look at him. He didn't move to hold it for her as he had before, and reluctantly she stood, hyper-aware of his gaze as she stepped out of the tub and began to dry off. When she finished, she wrapped the towel around her torso and tucked the ends between her breasts as before.

He shook his head. "That will get in the way. Hang the towel up, and then drain and wipe out the tub while I tell you what I expect of you while you're here."