At first, Fairchild thought he was talking to Dutton, but a sharp tug on her ponytail let her know that she was expected toanswer. Her face heated briefly with defiance, but she quickly quelled it.
“Mmph-Hmph!” she moaned, a wet, clumsy sound.
The truth was, she didn’t know how she felt. This was supposed to be about the man’s pleasure, not her own—wasn’t it? And yet, she had to admit, the sensations she was experiencing were not entirely unpleasing. The hardness of Dutton’s male arousal sliding in and out of her mouth, the knowledge thatshewas the source of that hardness. The sweating, masculine scent of his crotch. The raunchy flavor of his skin. The shameful, wet sounds.
“Yeah,” Reece said. “You like sucking that fat Merc cock, don’t you?”
“Mmph-Hmph!” she answered, even more convincingly than before. Reece’s hand was still in her hair, but he wasn’t guiding her anymore. She was moving of her own initiative, sliding her circled lips up and down Dutton’s hard shaft.
“Keep that up,” Reece told her, “and you just might earn yourself a mouthful of cum.”
Fairchild’s whole body heated at those words. She had never tasted a man’s cum before. It wasn’t her style. The men she had used to satisfy her urges had always been the type who were more than happy to be dominated by a woman of her stature. Her oral skills had never really been a part of the equation. That wasn’t going to cut it now. She needed to show the watchers that she could make a man come with her mouth, and she needed to pretend to enjoy it.
For the mission.
Fairchild pulled away from Dutton’s cock, her lips trailing long strands of saliva in their wake, and she stared up into his dark face and bright blue eyes.
“I want it,” she said, affecting the best porn-star voice she could muster. “I want you to come in my mouth.”
She was shocked by how easily the words rolled off her tongue.
“Dutt,” Reece said beside her. “Give this little nympho what she wants.”
Those words sent fire coursing through Fairchild’s veins, and she had to suppress the urge to turn and stare in disbelief at the man who had spoken them. Then Dutton’s big hands were clutching her head, and she didn’t have any choice in the matter.
“Yes, sir,” Dutton said.
Before Fairchild even knew what was happening, the Merc was inside her again, fucking her face with slow, deep thrusts, using her like a sex toy with no will of her own. She shut her eyes and took it like a good soldier.
Dutton’s cock slid deeper, until his tip was down her throat. Tears of exertion leaked from her eyelids and spilled down her cheeks. Dutton was getting close now. She could feel him starting to lose control.
Beside her, Reece whispered: “Remember Dutt, they need to see it.”
With a growl of annoyance, Dutton yanked Fairchild’s head back, and her mouth came away from him in a messy gasp. He gripped his shaft with one hand and started to jerk it. The other hand stayed in her hair.
Fairchild knew what she had to do. She opened her mouth and tried not to flinch as the hot, thick ropes of semen gushed onto her tongue. It took Dutton half a minute or more to get all of it out.
“Swallow it,” Reece commanded.
Fairchild did as she was told, turning her face slightly so the eyes behind the mirror could see. The stuff felt warm and gooey sliding down her throat. Her face heated with shame, and some other feeling she didn’t care to identify.
“Good girl,” Reece said. “You like that, don’t you? You like swallowing your men’s hot cum.”
“Yes,” Fairchild answered because she had to.
She wished it had been a lie.
Dutton helped her to her feet and cradled her burning face in his hands. His touch was surprisingly gentle now, and so were his eyes, a far cry from the beast who had just used her so savagely only a minute before. He kissed her mouth, not seeming to mind that it was still stained with his seed.
Reece didn’t seem to mind either when he kissed her as well. He even licked a little from the corner of her mouth. Then he put his lips to her ear and whispered.
“We’re almost done,” he told her. “But there’s still one more thing we need to do.”
Fairchild nodded that she understood.
Reece spun her, then shoved her down onto the table, bending her over for his use. She was grateful he was going to do it frombehind. It would be easier for her that way. Less personal. The man obviously knew what he was doing.
His strong hand grabbed the waistband of her panties and pulled hard. The fabric bit into Fairchild’s skin for a fraction of a second, then it gave way with a sound of ripping cloth. The pain was minor, far less than the wounds she’d experienced during her career as a Merc, but it made her gasp just the same.
