So, Geros would be the look-out today. Kayson drew the short straw, apparently. And then there was Mal. He was the only reason we got through the door. He really didn’t have a choice in whether or not to be here with me. But he did have full control over whether or not he touched me.
Which he hadn’t. Not off script. Not once.
Geros fucked me and loved it. Kayson crawled into bed with me and held me all night. And Mal? He barely spoke to me and acted like I had bubonic plague. Real confidence builder, that one.
Today we were going to do a simple scene—no going off script today—and then sneak off and break into Master Gee’s suites, the three of us. Together. I would wind my way back through the hallways and turn on the beacon in the ankle bracelet I wore. The guys would find me. But first we had to play our parts so I could get back into the lounge. No submissive was allowed into the salon until after serving their Dom. Or Domme. Some of the people giving orders around here were women—females, as my guys called us. Not a lot, but a few.
A quick glance at the guarded door showed a pair of male subs entering the lounge. They were laughing and joking and looking very well taken care of. Something inside me softened a bit at the sight. Earth was so damn uptight. It shouldn’t matter who you fell in love with. Male. Female. One person…or three.
Shit. Don’t even think it, Carmen. Do. Not.
“Mate?” Mal opened the door to the private room the club had prepared for us—again—and waved his hand indicating I should enter first.
My choice. My body.
Pumpkin. Pumpkin. Pumpkin.
God. I stepped inside and the smells assaulted me. I hadn’t realized this room had a particular scent, but my pussy knew. The little bitch was wet before Mal closed the door.
My Dom, Mal, led me to the same table he'd tied me to the day before. This time, I faced him and he lifted me so that my bottom was on the very edge. He ran his hands from the outer edges of my hips down to my ankles, the heat of his touch like being dipped in a hot bath.
"I am going to place your feet in these two braces. I am going to tie them in place and spread your legs wide so I can see that glistening pussy."
Oh god.Yes!
"After that, I am going to place a plug in your bottom because you like that, don't you, mate? You like having something in your ass, stretching you open."
Why lie? He already knew the truth. This was part of the script I had agreed to. Besides, it sounded better and better every second. "Yes, Sir."
He ran his hands down to the bottoms of my feet and tickled me, just enough to make me jump and squeal in surprise. His smile was surprised and quick to disappear. "Are we ticklish, mate?"
"Yes, Sir."
He glanced over his shoulder to where Kayson stood looking unsure about what the hell was going on. I didn't know either, but this was going to be the last time I was in this position and I decided I didn't want to waste of moment of it. Fuck my guilt and fuck these Viken males. Fuck the people I could feel gathering around the outside of the room to watch Master Mal at work. I was going to feel good, for myself. Because I could. Self-love. My therapist had been preaching self-care at me for the last three years. I never quite got it. Today I finally did.
"Kayson, please place my mate's feet into position and strap down her ankles.”
Kayson moved quickly, but silently, as Mal held my gaze. I couldn't look away as the straps tightened just enough to keep me in place. I was at Mal’s mercy. Again.
I breathed them in, both of them. Mal. Kayson. I’d spent the night in bed with Kayson and I could still smell him on my skin. Mal watched as I lifted my forearm to my nose and breathed him in. I'd never been this turned on in my life. If either one of them blew a puff of air over my clit, I was going to arch up off this table. One touch. Anything.
Instead, he placed his hand on my sternum, between my breasts, and gave a gentle nudge. "Lay back, mate."
I did. He hadn't removed my lingerie this time. Just the cloak. Probably because he'd stared at the white pantyhose and garters I'd added this time for long minutes after I came out of my bedroom. And my new bra? More like frames for my breasts, open in the front, nipples uncovered. I’d gone full-naughty temptress today. Their S-Gen machine was freaking amazing.
"It's time to put something in that perfect bottom."
Oh god.
"You know what I'm going to do. You know it's going to feel good. I won't hurt you. My mate will enjoy the feeling of being plugged and filled."
Well, I did. He wasn’t wrong about that.
He pulled a plug from the nearby shelf and twirled it in front of me. "When I push this in, you will feel the burn, but I will make you forget the pain with this…" He pressed the plug against my clit, rubbed it through the crotch of my panties. "…and Kayson's tongue."
"What?" Kayson was staring at my pussy like a man possessed. Mal had stolen all of my attention, but Kayson seemed hypnotized as Mal rubbed the butt plug up and down the outside of my panties.
And then I remembered he was the one from Sector Three. Their favorite kink was oral. According to the brief I'd read back on Earth, they would fuck their female with their mouths for hours before filling her with their cocks.
