The Mechanic (5 page)

Alyssa hesitated a few seconds too long. His hand shot out to catch her wrist, and he pulled her to him, tore the towel off, tossing it on the floor. "Now hang that up, get on your knees and clean up your mess."

She bent over and got the towel, fighting back tears as she hung it on the rack. Kneeling down by the tub, she leaned over to remove the stopper and waited. This had been a bad idea. She should have just hitchhiked to the nearest town, but that wasn't an option anymore. All she could hope for was that she'd survive the next three days, and then she could go back to Colorado, maybe find a normal--

Smack!

Mike's hand fell heavily on her ass and she jerked forward as he slapped her again. "You weren't listening, Alyssa. Do I have your attention now?" She nodded, and he put a foot between her legs, nudging her knees apart. "Say it."

"Yes."

He smacked her again. "Yes what?"

"Yes sir?"

"Try again."

Alyssa swallowed hard. "Yes, Master."

Two fingers slipped into her wet pussy. "Very good. Evan and I are both Master to you from now on. If you obey, you will be rewarded. If you don't, you will be punished. Understand?"

She nodded. "Yes Master."

"Good girl." His fingers kept a lazy rhythm within her, not fast enough to make her come, but enough to keep her on edge. "First rule, you don't come without permission. No matter how badly you want to, you must wait until Evan or I tell you it's okay." He curled his fingers, making Alyssa gasp as she instinctively tried to close her legs.

"Rule number two, you are always to be available for our use. You'll be provided clothing, but you are not to wear a bra or underwear at any time."

"Yes Master." Alyssa watched the last of the water swirl down the drain, trying desperately to focus on anything but what he was doing between her legs. Taking the washcloth from its hanger, she started wiping down the tub, her actions moving her back and forth against his hand.

"The third and final rule is, you may not leave the property for the 72 hours that you belong to us."

Alyssa's breathing came heavy as she finished wiping out the tub, rinsed out the cloth and hung it back on the small rod on the wall. If he moved his fingers just a tiny bit faster.

Smack!

"Yes Master!" she cried out as he spanked her again, hard, and withdrew his fingers. Shifting to her side, he held them in front of her mouth.

"Clean them off," he said, rubbing her own moisture over her lips. She tentatively snaked out her tongue, the thought of tasting herself having never occurred to her before. He pushed on her tongue and she opened, sucking them in as far as she could and cleaning off every drop with her tongue. His stare grew more intense as she worked, and when he pulled back, she was surprised at the disappointment she felt.

He stood and wiped his hand dry on a towel, then opened the door. "I put some clothes on the bed for you. You can change and then do whatever you'd like until we need you again. Just stay within earshot of the shop."

He walked out, and Alyssa heard the bedroom door open and close as his footsteps faded into the distance. Letting out a rush of air on a sigh, she slumped on the floor and wondered how she'd ever survive the next three days with these men.

* * *

Three hours later, Alyssa wandered tentatively into the shop, where Mike and Evan were both leaning over an engine, Mike pointing at something with a small socket wrench in hand. She moved quietly over to a black stool near the wall and sat down to watch. After she'd dressed in the super-short denim skirt and thin yellow t-shirt Mike had left for her, she'd picked up the apartment, and then the office area, not sure what to do with herself. There wasn't anything to read aside from the odd outdated magazine, and she was afraid to touch the computer she'd seen at the desk by the door. Even now, she wondered if she'd be in trouble for the things she'd already done, but they couldn't expect her to just sit around all day, could they? What did modern slaves do all day when they weren't having sex?

"Did you need something, Alyssa?" Mike's question snapped her out of her trance, and she looked up to see both men standing a foot away, staring down at her like two stern taskmasters. She pressed her knees together, then let them fall open again when Mike pushed the wrench he still held between them. The skirt was too short to cover anything, and she grew warm as two sets of eyes focused between her legs.

"I was just wondering...um, Master," she paused, not sure how to broach the subject. "Well, is there anything I should be doing? I'm not sure how you want me to spend my time when...you're both working."

Evan laughed, bumping Mike's arm with one hand. "Hear that, Mike? I think our little sub is bored. Better give her something to do while I finish this tune-up." He patted Mike on the shoulder and went back to work, and Alyssa frowned.

"I didn't mean to complain," she added, crossing her arms over her chest. "I just thought that I might as well make myself...ah...useful. In other ways, I mean."

He didn't smile, but his eyes were gentle. "I think we can find something for you to do," he said, laying the wrench on a nearby cart. "First though, I think I'll have a snack. Scoot forward." He pulled a low stool over in front of her tall one, and sat between her legs, hooking an arm under each so they rested on his shoulders. Then he leaned forward and ran his tongue over her pussy in one long, excruciating motion. She gasped at the warm, wet sensation, even though she'd known it was coming. She felt the moisture flowing between her legs, and he lapped it up with quick, short movements, each one flicking her clit at the top. Panting hard, she saw Evan watching from across the room. Her nipples poked against the tight fabric of her shirt and she pulled the hem up so he'd have a better view, earning a nod of appreciation as Mike ate her out.

Teeth closed firmly over her clit, and Alyssa nearly screamed at the pain that dissolved quickly into pleasure. She rocked against Mike's mouth, so close as he released his hold and pushed his tongue inside her hot channel.

"Oh god, Mi--I mean, Master. I'm going to come..."

Mike's tongue laved her from ass to clit one more time, and then he sat back, his hot breath hitting her pussy in quick little spurts in stark contrast to the cool air. "Get up," he said, standing abruptly. Her legs were shaking and she wasn't sure how she'd stay on her feet, but she obediently stood.

"Bend over the stool."

Gripping the padded seat for support, she spread her legs and presented herself to him, feeling him enter her almost immediately. The sensation nearly sent her over the edge. He grabbed her hands and held them at the small of her back, thrusting her breasts out over the edge of the seat as he pounded her hard and fast. It wasn't long before she felt him thrust as deep as he could, his hot cum bathing her inner walls as he shook with the intensity.

"Now," he said, still pulsing inside her as the orgasm ripped through her body.

Alyssa slumped over the stool, trying to catch her breath as Mike pulled away and released her arms.

"On your knees," he said, his voice hoarse. She slid to the floor and turned to face him, knees apart as he'd instructed earlier. He moved forward, one hand cupping her head as he pressed his cock to her lips, still wet with their mingled juices. "Be a good girl, clean it up."

She opened her mouth and sucked him in, working him with her lips and tongue until he groaned and pushed her gently away. Her chest felt tight as he tucked himself away and smiled down at her, then held out his hand. She took it, allowing him to help her up and didn't fight when he pulled her into a hard embrace. Snuggled close in his strong arms, listening to his heart beat under her ear, she couldn't imagine being anywhere else. It felt right.

Like home.

She waited for the familiar panic to settle in her stomach as Mike released all of her except one hand. He pulled her toward the door, and she prepared for the nervous curiosity that always seemed to turn up whenever she wasn't sure what would happen next. But it didn't this time, even as she followed him into the office and sat in the chair he indicated at the front desk. Instead, there was only a sense of calm acceptance, and she wondered how long it would last.

"Do you use a computer at home?" His question startled her, breaking the calm silence.

She nodded, looking at the older model in front of her. "All the time. Though mine is newer."

He chuckled. "This one is a dinosaur. We'll see about getting you a new one. In the meantime, how would you feel about taking over the bookkeeping? It's tedious work, but it would really help us out. I could teach you the basics..."

"I can handle it," she said, caressing the keyboard with one hand. "I've done plenty of this sort of work. I'll just need to poke around in the files and get my bearings a bit, if you don't mind...."

"Have at it." He checked the clock on the wall. "Go ahead and work on this until four-thirty, and then go up and make dinner for Ethan and I. We'll be up at five-thirty to eat. Something simple is fine."

"Okay," she said happily, turning to the computer. When he didn't move, she looked up at his expectant expression. "Oh--thank you!"

He quirked an eyebrow, and the nerves she'd been waiting for hit full-force as she tried to figure out where she'd failed. Then it hit her, and she lowered her eyes to the floor, settling her hands in her lap.

"I'm sorry, Master. Thank you, Master."

"Much better. Five-thirty for dinner. Don't forget." he said gruffly.

"Yes Master." She listened as he walked away, the nerves slowly dissipating. Warmth suffused her face as she realized that she wasn't ashamed to call him Master, but rather that she'd forgotten. Turning back to the computer, she glanced at the clock to note the time. Normally she didn't really like to cook, but she found herself looking forward to preparing a meal for these men. Shaking her head at the oddness of it all, she settled in to work.

Several hours later, she looked at the clock and swore.

* * *

Mike checked his watch as he entered the small kitchen. Five-thirty on the nose, and the table was bare save for a plate of sandwiches stacked high in the center. Alyssa stood with her back to the door, stirring something on the stove and mumbling to herself. Turning the heat down, she rushed to a cupboard where the door already stood open and took out three plates, spinning around to face the table when she finally saw them. Barely managing to set the plates down without dropping them, she offered a nervous smile.

"I'm sorry Master--uh, Masters. I lost track of time, but dinner is ready and I'll have the table set in just a few seconds."

Refraining from comment for the moment, Mike went in and took his normal chair. Ethan sat across from him, giving him a small nod. In the garage Mike had made it clear that Alyssa was his, and while he'd share with the other man, Ethan was to take a more muted role in the relationship. Ethan had laughed and accused him of being in love again, but Mike didn't care. The label didn't matter. Mike just knew that Alyssa was meant to be his alone to protect and posses.

"Two plates are plenty," he said finally, aware of Alyssa's growing angst. She set one in front of him, and the other in front of Ethan, hesitating before she moved slowly to put the third back in the cupboard. She ladled soup into two bowls and placed one on each plate, then hurried to put a spoon on the napkin beside each setting. Standing near the table, she clasped her hands in front of her, waiting anxiously.

Mike picked up his spoon before he spoke, purposefully not looking at her. "You may sit on the floor next to me while I eat." He reached for a sandwich, watching her fidget from the corner of his eye until she finally moved to stand beside him.

"Yes, Master," she said, her voice thin as she lowered herself awkwardly to the floor. Glad she'd chosen his left side, he took a spoonful of soup with his right hand, absently petting her hair with his left.

"She'll need to be punished," Ethan said, disapproval lacing his tone. He'd always been a strict Dom, and while Mike appreciated that, he didn't want to use heavy-handed techniques with Alyssa.

"I'm aware of that," he said, feeling her tense under his touch. "I have a few ideas. I assume you have a suggestion?"

Ethan nodded, swallowing the last bite of a sandwich. "I'm partial to the cane, myself."

"I've never been a fan of marred skin," Mike said, at which Alyssa leaned closer to his leg. Stifling a grin, he pulled his hand away and laid it on the table. "No, I think taking away her work privileges for a day will make more of an impact."

At the faint gasp from under the table, his lips curved up. Ethan winked across the table at him. "I suppose you know what's best." He finished his soup and let the spoon clatter in the bowl. Pushing back from the table, he nodded. "I think I'll head home, get some sleep. Thanks for dinner."