Saving Micah (Sequel to Conquering Jude) (15 page)

Even standing two inches shorter than Leland, his dad still managed to scare the shit out of him. Age hadn’t slower the elder Lacroix at all. Daily yoga and martial arts had kept Russell Lacroix in nearly as good a shape as he’d been as a young man. He still possessed a temper that always seemed close to the surface, which had earned Leland more than one whipping as a young boy. Shrewd steel gray eyes pinned him to the floor and Leland wished a hole would open up and swallow him. He never felt more vulnerable nude in front of his dad than he did fully clothed.

“For God’s sake, puts some god-damned clothes on.” His dad threw one of the folded throws from the couch at him. When it hit him in the chest, he let it fall to the floor, before looking to his Mistress for permission. He was already in deep shit because his dad had showed up. He doubted she’d show him pity, and he wasn’t going to piss her off any more than she was.

“Pick it up and you’ll pay, slave.” Her eyes dared him to disobey.

His shoulders slumped before he faced his father. “I’m comfortable, Father. If you didn’t want to see this, then you shouldn’t have come here. You know how I am.”

Russell’s gaze narrowed and he cast a disgusted look at both of them. “Fine. I’ll make this short. What the fuck happened at Tulane? I got a call from their head of security about their computers being completely wiped?”

Keeping his cool by mere threads, he pasted a dumbfounded look on his face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’d heard they crashed yesterday and stopped there to see if I could take a look at them, but the bitch of a secretary ran me off.”

“Really? And who exactly told you they crashed, boy? I took the call directly from White Hawk and he mentioned you’d stopped in shortly before they crashed.” Dread filled Leland. “Do you want to explain why you were at the hospital when those systems weren’t due for another calibration for at least several more weeks?”

“I…”

Russell stepped towards him. “Don’t lie to me, boy. If you do, it’ll be the last time you ever get another dime from me.”

Leland scrambled for a feasible answer. “I wanted to look at the camera feed. A friend of a friend said her ex was stalking her. She works at the hospital – and the ass showed up and caused a ruckus. She just wanted me to talk to him. I don’t know what happened. I was looking for the feed when they just crashed.” His dad looked skeptical, but Leland drew in for the kill, offering the one excuse that his father had always been a sucker for. “To explain to him why it wasn’t such a good idea to continue to harass her, I needed to see the feed so I could identify the guy. According to my friend, he doesn’t have a rap sheet and she destroyed all the pictures of him when they spilt. But I told her it would cost her because of the risk I was taking.”

His dad’s arms uncrossed and a familiar greedy look crossed his face. “How much?”

Leland wet his lips. “Two grand.”

Russell nodded. “I expect to see half it on my desk tomorrow.”

He panicked. “But...she hasn’t paid me yet! I’m supposed to go have the talk with him tonight.” Even as the lame ass excuse tumbled from his lips, he doubted it would change his father’s mind.

“Then perhaps you should lean on her for the money, or even have gotten it before you started the job. Because if I don’t see the grand by tomorrow morning the replacement computers will be coming out of your check – even if it takes five years for you to repay it all back.”

He nodded as his father walked out of the room without saying good-bye to anyone.

“You lie so convincingly, slave. If I didn’t know better I’d think you were telling the truth.”

“Thank you, Mistress.” He bowed his head, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“Present, slave.” He obeyed the order without thought, sinking to his knees and placing his hands behind his back. The sooner this punishment was over the sooner he could go back to the small cramped office. Holding his breath, he waited for the first blow against his back.

“I’m sorry he showed up here, Mistress.”

“You know the rules, Leland. I will not tolerate your father in my home – he sees things he shouldn’t.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

A finger trailed over his shoulder, before she raked her nails across the raised welts on his left shoulder. A hiss escaped him despite his will.

“Tell me what you’ve found. I recognize the look you had before you realized your father was here. You found something.” She moved around his kneeling form. “Something that will make Mistress very happy?”

He gritted his teeth as her fingers dug into the other shoulder, causing fresh agony to flare across his back. “I hope so. I finally managed to access the phone records of
Olivia’s
. I’m running a program to analyze them right now. I’m sure if I monitor them long enough I’ll be able to get her private cell number. Once I have it I can trace it and hopefully pinpoint her location.”

Her hand tightened around his upper arm. “Very pleasing indeed.”

Giving a sigh of relief, he hoped the pain she’d inflicted would be enough to satisfy her blood-thirstiness. “Yes, Mistress.”

“How long will it take for the program to run, Leland?”

“At least a half hour, Mistress.” He groaned as her fingers speared through his hair, yanking his head back.

“Good. You have the same amount of time to make me come at least three times.” She shoved his head towards her crotch. Through the dark leggings she wore, he could smell the perfume of her desire.

“Yes, Mistress.” His hands reached for the waistband. Her fingers tightened, pulling hard on his scalp. He looked up at her.

“If you fail, I’m getting the strap-on.”

He felt the blood drain from his head at the idea. His ass clenched in protest and he wondered why he stayed. He hated when she forced anal sex on him. But when she ran her thumb over his lower lip, he remembered why.

“Eat me, Leland.” The command sent shivers of pleasure through him. He loved being at her command – even when it caused him pain.

“Yes, Mistress.”

Chapter Thirteen

Micah shifted on the couch, uncomfortable with Olivia’s legs draped over his lap. With Ethan checking the perimeter, Olivia’s petite body covered both his and Jude’s laps like a tempting banquet feast. With her head pillowed on Jude’s thigh, it sent a pang of bittersweet homecoming through him. Relaxing comfortably on the other end, Jude’s bad leg was propped on the coffee table with an ice pack resting across his hip. Other than that, it was just like one of the many times in the past they’d laid like this, curled up together like three pieces to a whole - watching some mindless television show that didn’t matter as long as they were together.

While there wasn’t any television this time to distract him from his predictable hard-on, he longed for the familiarly aching connection which was no longer there. In the past he would’ve thought nothing of rubbing and massaging his Mistress’s calves. Long hours in high heeled boots caused even the strongest of legs to ache, but he was no longer free to touch her. Even if he found the courage to do it, there was too much water under the bridge. If he had been a bit more mobile, he would’ve been able to avoid the situation all together. But he wasn’t and much like the night before, she’d crawled all over him before he could stop her.

“Relax,
mal-chich,
your virtue is safe with me.” She didn’t even look up from the book she was reading.

“Or at least as safe as you want it to be.” Still a bit loopy from the drugs, Jude’s voice was a bit groggy. Glancing over at his friend, he expected to see the familiar expectation in his friend’s eyes. Jude made no bones about the fact he wanted Micah to resume their former relationship. Instead he found Jude’s head was tipped back against the couch with eyes closed. He hadn’t even bothered to look at Micah when he’d tossed out the innuendo.

“Stop pushing, pet. He’ll come to us when he’s ready. Not before. Until then I’m happy I have you.” The casual turn of the page grated on his nerves. He wanted nothing more than to rip the book away and beg her to let him serve her, but was scared what would happen if he did.
What if I freak out and try to hurt her? I can’t risk it – especially if it’s going to go back to the way it was before.

He was jerked out of his thoughts when he heard a soft grunt followed by a sharp moan. Glancing over at them, he tried to bolt off the couch as Olivia proceeded to show Jude how happy she actually was. Unfortunately he didn’t get far due to the weight of his former Mistress’s lower body keeping him pinned. Digging his nails into his palms, he couldn’t force his gaze away from the scene unfolding. Her book now forgotten, Olivia had unzipped Jude’s pants, her arm moving rhythmically as she freed Jude’s cock from the khaki shorts, while she lapped and tongued his navel. Micah’s breath caught. He remembered the wet brush of her tongue against his skin before the hot thrust of it inside his belly button.

“Please, Mistress.” Jude’s eyes were still closed but his chest heaved as Olivia’s pink tongue trailed down his abs to dart across the exposed head of his friend’s member before dipping into its weeping slit. Predictably, the stiff flesh in his pajama bottoms pressed hard against the material, a wet spot forming where the head rubbed against the soft cotton. He couldn’t believe they were going to do this in front him.
Surely they aren’t going to be as cruel as this and taunt me with what I can’t have.
He tried to shift away again, only to be stopped by Jude’s hand pressing down on his shoulder.

Looking into his friend’s eyes, he found himself caught in the lust and need swirling in their depths. “Stay. Don’t run from this, Micah. Be with us – even if it is just to watch.” Jude’s free hand reached up to bury in Mistress’s hair when she pulled away.

“No hands, unless you want me to stop, pet.” The command was unmistakable.

A low groan of frustration slipped free of Jude’s throat, but he continued to hold onto Micah’s shoulder, while his free hand dropped back to rest on the arm of the couch. His fingers dug into the material when she tongued the underside of his cock.

Micah’s breathing grew ragged with each stroke of Mistress’s tongue over the hard flesh standing tall at the front of Jude’s lap, wetting every inch of it.

Her command had Micah squirming under her legs as he attempted to mindlessly rub his own cock against her. She pressed down hard with her legs, giving him the friction he needed. Whether his brain liked it or not, his body didn’t care about whether there was a future in this. It demanded he give in, no matter what it cost him. Jude’s harsh panting pushed him closer to edge as he tried to control the explosion building in his nuts. He shouldn’t be on such a hair trigger, but there was something about watching the larger man submitting to his smaller Mistress that pushed Micah beyond his control.

“Oh my God, Mistress. I’m fucking coming…” Incoherent with pleasure, Jude cried out as a stream of creamy seed shot from the head of his cock doing as his Mistress requested. It shot free only to fall back down on Olivia’s pumping fist.

“That’s right, come for me – show me your pleasure.” She coaxed another strand out of him. Micah gave a soundless whimper as his own cock swelled with eminent release but couldn’t pull his eyes away from the tantalizing sight. Four long streams had escaped Jude’s twitching rod before he finally sagged back against the cushions with a heart-felt sigh.

“Thank you, Mistress.” Jude’s eyes met his – the lust was sated but he could see the need still burning in their depths. “Thank you, Micah for…”

The sound of feet on the porch interrupted whatever it was that Jude would’ve said. Micah groaned when the brush of her knee against his erection as she scrambled off him sent him over the edge. Pleasure detonated in his balls as he bit the inside of his cheek to keep from crying out his release. Using the fact Olivia had been sliding off him, he used the momentum to free himself. Staggering to his feet, he tried to exit the room. He thought he would make it but a pair of slender arms wrapped around his waist, one hand dipping inside his now sticky sleep pants. He cried out as her fist wrapped around his highly sensitive flesh. His dick gave an involuntary jerk against her palm.