“Anything at all. Just please let me come inside your beautiful mouth.”
Fairchild glanced back at Reece, as if asking whether she should show the prisoner mercy. He gave her a stern nod, then watched with laser focus as she took Nash inside her mouth and started to pleasure him for real, starting with his head, then gradually working deeper and deeper until the Merc’s dick was all the way down her throat. Reece could tell by the sounds.
He was impressed. The woman was a quick learner. It was not the most technically perfect blowjob he’d ever seen, but what Fairchild lacked in experience, she more than made up for with enthusiasm. She was sucking Nash’s cock like her life depended on it.
Once they got to Calyxia, it would.
As for Nash, he was clearly enjoying himself. No…enjoyingwasn’t a strong enough word. The young Merc’s eyes wererolling back in their sockets, and he was making noises Reece had never heard him make before. Fairchild had the poor bastard wrapped around her little finger even tighter than her lips were wrapped around his cock.
As a matter of fact, Reece was starting to feel somewhatwrappedhimself.
He glanced over at Dutton and discovered that the quiet Merc was already stark naked. His clothes lay neatly folded on the mat beside him, and his boots were standing side-by-side nearby. His dick was gripped tightly in his fist, and he was jacking it like there was no tomorrow.
“Careful,” Reece said. “You don’t want to blow your load before you’ve had your turn.”
Dutton kept his eyes locked on Fairchild as he answered.
“I’m not worried about running out.”
Reece nodded. He felt exactly the same way.
He unfastened his pants and pushed them down, and his cock came swinging out like a spring-loaded trap. He spit in his hand and started to stroke it, matching the rhythm of theguk-guk-guksounds issuing from Fairchild’s throat.
She was taking Nash extra deep now, and the young Merc looked like he was right on the ragged edge of coming. His whole body was tense with anticipation, his muscles hard and stark beneath the bright lights.
“Don’t stop,” he was rasping. “Oh fuck, I’m about to—huh?”
Fairchild quickly pulled back, drawing her lips away from Nash’s cock amid drooping strings of saliva. The Merc’s member was so swollen with excitement, it looked like it was about to explode.
“What?” he gasped. “No! Please, you have to finish!”
Reece smiled to himself. Nash was tied up. Fairchild didn’thaveto do anything.
He watched as the woman stood up, wiping her mouth against the back of her combat gloves. She took a step forward, straddling Nash’s leaping cock between her thighs, and she kissed him softly on the lips.
“I told you I’d make you regret this,” she said.
Then she stepped away and turned around to face Dutton and Reece. Her eyes opened a little wider when she saw what they were both doing with their hands, and a naughty smile twitched the corner of her mouth.
“So,” she said wickedly. “Who’s next?”
CHAPTER 11
Fairchild paused for a moment and stared at the two men standing before her in the brightly lit octagon. The pair of massive, ripped males stared back at her with hunger in their eyes. One of them, Dutton, was completely naked, his clothes neatly stacked on the mat beside him. The other, Reece, had not been so clean about it. He still wore his boots, and his pants were pushed down around his knees. Both men were jacking their hard cocks with a deep, steady rhythm that made Fairchild’s inner muscles clench.
Neither of them answered her question, yet their silence spoke volumes.
Who was next? Both of them were. They were going to share her between them, just as they had done in the briefing room. Only this time, Fairchild was ready for it.
More than ready. Sheneededit.
Behind her, the chain-link cage shook and rattled as Nash struggled against his bindings. The torture Fairchild had inflicted upon him had been torture for herself as well. She had wanted so very badly to let him finish in her mouth. She had wanted to taste his thick cum gushing out across her tongue, and to feel it sliding warm and creamy down her throat.
She’d said she would make him regret challenging her though, and she was nothing if not a woman of her word. His torture would have to last a little longer.
Hers, however, was coming to an end.
Fairchild strode forward to meet the two men who were waiting for her, and she placed her hands against the hard muscles of their chests. She could feel their augmetically enhanced hearts pounding away inside them every bit as fiercely as her own. Her skin was fire. Her sex was dripping wet.
