“The job isn’t done, Helia. I told you I had work for you. I want them both dead.”
Helia hiccuped a laugh. “I think that’s a stupid out loud thoughts with them in the room,” she said gently. “Who is going first?”
She looked between us. Kash patted her.
“This one is your problem, wraith.”
“Oh. Threat to those I love, right?” She shrugged, checked the weapon and aimed. “Okay.”
The gun fired, and so did his.
Her cry filled the office, but it was his gun that clattered to the ground.
Footsteps clattered up the staircase to the office, but they were all too late. Their employer had a new face by the time the old mongrel stopped breathing, and Helia's wound was treated.
Beau took her in an ambulance to the local hospital while we managed what we did best.
Clean up.
EPILOGUE
KEY
Leather had always been my favorite scent, apart from Helia’s. The two, mixed together?
Motherfucking delicious.
I paused at the steps to the Kingsman frat house to inhale a sensual line along Helia’s neck. Her scars were on full display, the dress she wore a simple leather sheath held up with an elegant collar and two bands, with cut outs that stopped just above her breast. Those and the rest of her was covered to midthigh, though her garters and knee high boots told us and everyone else what sort of night this was.
If her dress didn’t, Kash and my matching collars and leashes did, along with our assless chaps and reddened bottoms.
She looked like a goddess, and we her servants. As we should be after what she did for us. My cock strained against my pants but I knew we wouldn't be allowed to get off tonight. Not that I minded a little game of denial or two. We would have our fun soon enough. Helia, however, had no such restrictions, and I had no reservations of making her orgasm long and hard on every Kingsman surface I could find.
Tonight was about submission, exhibitionism and worship…. if not necessarily in that order. Because Helia had plenty of fun with us before she left her apartment tonight.
We decided—together—to keep both. Her home, and ours. She loved to paint there, and no one should ruin our girl’s peace. That wasn’t permissible. And after all she had survived… Helia deserved everything. Including the gift we gave her tonight, in front of everyone.
“What the fuck?” One of the drunken Allstar boys stumbled backwards into his friend. An elbow planted into ribs I wanted to bury my blade between, and imagined twisting. Slowly. Painfully. “Whoa, check out those buns!”
Ignoring the imbecile remarks on the state of my reddened behind, I held out a hand, Kash mimicking my movements on my other side.
Helia smiled and took the step above us, staring over our heads at the offending frat boys. “You may look and jeer, but don’t touch,” she said, sweetly. “That pleasure is mine, alone. Come along.” She tugged at our leashes, and we followed her, step by step as she paraded us into the house and through to the living areas where their typical, Saturday night post-game party raged.
“So beautiful," Kash breathed, breaking her rule of silence, at the risk of her paddle later, or humiliation now. His fingers flickered at the hem of her leather dress.
She swatted his hands away playfully as I cast him a hard look. “Later,” I murmured. “We can wait, brother."
Helia glanced over her shoulder at me, amused by our infighting, apparently. If that’s what it took, then that’s what we would give her for a good night. She had earned it, after all. But I had at least one more deal to make with our girl, one she would enjoy, even if she didn’t understand the terms she agreed to, at first.
But then, they never did. That was the beauty of the deals we made.
Our victims who thought they understood every word but who rarely asked the right questions. Simple, deceitful and oh so fucking pleasurable when they realized how badly they chose afterward when their world came crashing down.
And what she would owe me later.
“Yes, Mistress,” Kash said meekly, the fucking liar.
That earned him a pretty little giggle. Helia towed us to the leather recliners that would surely need a wash after this, and planted her ass. One leg crossed over the other as she held our leashes, our naked butts presented to the room.
