Saving Micah (Sequel to Conquering Jude) (20 page)

“You’ve reached 312-555-2801. I’m not available to take your call, please leave a message at the tone and I’ll get back to you soon as possible.”

Several seconds later the computer beeped before flashing the results. A 99.8 percent match.

“Yes!” Leland pumped the air with his fist before closing the laptop. He had to go and tell his mistress the good news.
Maybe she’ll even reward me for finding the number.
“I’ve got you now, bitch!” Slipping his jacket on, he forced his feet into canvas deck shoes without socks, before grabbing his keys, laptop and the last of the twelve pack in his fridge. If this wasn’t a cause to celebrate he didn’t know what was. He was so close to finding them he could taste it. He just had to wait for her to use her phone again.

* * * *

Pacing the short hallway between the room she shared with Jude and the room Micah had taken, Olivia was ready to strangle Micah.
I can’t believe he did this to me. Oh so close, but only to be left hanging.
After eating her pussy to a mind-blowing orgasm, the obstinate man had done nothing more than watch her and Jude. She’d even swallowed her pride to beg and plead for him to let her touch him, but he refused – keeping his distance - claiming he wasn’t ready for more. It was enough to make her scream, even though she’d understood why. What she hadn’t expected was him to return to his room when the scene was over. Her hope he’d crawl into bed with them afterwards had been crushed by a slow shake of his head. It had hurt when he’d left, closing the door behind him.
What the hell do I need to do to get through to him I’m different than the horrible bitch who hurt him?

When she paced back by the open doorway, Jude, using one muscular arm, pulled her right off her feet to carry her back into their room. “What the hell are you doing?” She struggled against his hold.

“Shh, you’re driving me crazy with all this pacing, Mistress.” He pressed his mouth against her temple. “You’ve been stalking up and down the hall for the past two hours. I’ve missed holding you. Our bed is lonely without you.” He sat down on the bed, propped against the headboard, holding her close against his wide chest until she slumped with a sigh. She really should take him to task for his brazenness, but she found herself weakening when he cuddled her this way.

Jude was a very tactile person and going without touching was unbearable for him. Only during scenes did he manage to keep his hands to himself. Otherwise throughout the day, it wasn’t uncommon for him to place a hand on her shoulder, brush against her, press a quick kiss on her temple, or give her a gentle squeeze. As long as it wasn’t a sexual overture she let it slide – knowing how he craved the physical contact with her.

Relaxing in his arms, she pondered about how to tackle the new problem Micah had presented her with. During the night she’d seen him submit to Jude without a problem, but it stung he still resisted acting on his natural submissive urges with her. He’d played the tease, fondling his cock while Jude drove her insane. Other than the one round of oral sex, he hadn’t touched her again – choosing instead to watch, to torment her with the sight of his dark hand stroking up and down his thick length while he coaxed his body’s release with help from Jude.
He responded beautifully to pet’s commands.
It made her pussy wet just thinking about how one order from Jude’s luscious lips had Micah pinching his nipples with glorious results. He’d come without permission but hadn’t flinched when Jude lightly swatted him on the ass with her flogger.

“He made progress, Mistress.” Jude whispered into her hair. “I know you were hoping for more, but at least last night proved he hasn’t turned his back completely on submission.”

She nodded, her eyes stinging with tears. “I know. It hurts though. I love him. What happens if he never trusts me again?” Her frustration and anger flared. “If I could get my hands on that bitch I’d kill her. She abused him, made him afraid and it’s not acceptable. You better hope to God Ike finds her first or she’s going to wish she never coveted what was mine.”

“I know, Mistress. It’s inexcusable.” He pulled the covers back up around them. “It’s still early, why don’t you snuggle with me and try to catch a few z’s? Ethan will be here in a few hours to update us on the situation.”

She nodded. “Just promise me, pet, you won’t leave me too – I have a feeling the situation is going to become worse before it gets better.”

A squeal escaped her as he rolled her under him. Hovering over her, he scowled down at her. “Now why would you think I’d leave you?” He rubbed his thumb across her cheek.

“I…you’re the first man who hasn’t left me, Jude. My parents were killed in an auto accident when I was ten. Human Rights – that’s Croatia’s child protection agency, sent me to live with my mother’s younger sister. Unfortunately she had a daughter who was several years younger than me who was insanely jealous. You’ve met Sveltana.”

His hiss didn’t surprise her after what her cousin had done in the name of greed. Jude would never forgive the woman’s betrayal – even if she had been the one to help him accept his submissive nature. She’d allowed another man to beat Micah as a message to Olivia. Judging by the look on his face, she was glad the bitch was behind bars. She didn’t want her pet to end up in jail.

“Anyway, it wasn’t long before I was back out on the street.” A sob escaped her at the memory of what happened next. “I was only twelve, but by then I thought I could take care of myself. I ended being taken in by an older boy – he was all of twenty-one but I was foolish and young enough to fall for him…” She forced a lightness she didn’t feel into her tone. “Twelve and so full of puppy love. To me Ronnie could do no wrong. He was dashing, daring and just a bit wild. From him I learned how to pick pockets to survive. It was him and me against the world. I felt safe for the first time since my parents died.” She wanted nothing more than to hide at the memory of the young fool she’d been, but decided brazening it out would be best. “What an idiot I was. My beloved Ronnie sold me to pay off a debt he had to some Russian thugs. He fixed my favorite soup – vipava - a bean, sausage and potato soup native to my homeland. We couldn’t afford a lot of meat, but he’d splurged on some salted pork. For the first time in a long while I went to bed with a full belly, only to wake up several days later on a train to St. Petersburg. He drugged me.”

“And that’s why you hate taking meds – because a boy who you thought you loved drugged and sold you into slavery?” He went pale under his tan. “Dear Lord. Micah and I would’ve never forced you to take the pills if we’d known…”

“You didn’t slip them to me in my food like he did.” She pulled on her wrists, loving when he automatically released them. “You may have been a bit underhanded about it, but I took them willingly in the end.”

He relaxed over her. “Thank God for that. But something tells me your trip to Russia wasn’t the end of things.”

A bitter laugh passed her lips. She only wished the train ride had been the end of her tale. “I guess giving me up to them seemed like a small price to pay to keep Ronnie’s head on his body. As soon as the train stopped in St. Petersburg, I tried to run.”

Jude’s jaw tightened. “But they caught you.” His voice was flat.

“Of course. I was a naïve girl of twelve. I was much too valuable for them to just let go.” Her mind whirled with the memories of numerous escape attempts and subsequent beatings. She wasn’t a fool – she wouldn’t tell her beloved pet how the one man – a fellow slave she’d considered a trusted friend - held her down as his boss tried to flay the flesh off her back.
All for one extra ration a day.

“I bided my time until I spoke the language like a native. Took me nearly two years, but I finally managed to hoard enough money away to pay a disreputable captain of a freightliner to take me on as a cabin boy. Fortunately I was a late bloomer and small enough to pass for a boy once I cut my hair off. I spent nearly two months on the boat before the captain figured out I was a girl. That’s when I jumped ship. We just happened to be in Dublin at the time. I ran through the crowded shipyard. I lucked out and there were a group of teenagers loitering around the docks. I just stayed with them until the crew gave up and headed back to the ship.”

Jude nodded slowly. “So how did you meet Amery and Myrna?”

“I’d been on the streets for two days and was starving when I saw this woman and man coming out of restaurant. They looked so happy, so affluent. I figured they wouldn’t miss a few pounds. I pretended to bump into her in an attempt to fleece her but my hands were swollen and chapped from the cold.” She smiled ruefully. “It was mid-January when I arrived in Dublin. Instead of turning me into the Guarda, she took me home, fed me, and gave me a place to stay. She even helped me get my GED.”

Pressing his mouth to hers, he gave her a lingering kiss before shifting lower. She wrapped her arms around his neck as his hips dropped into the opening of her thighs. With his head resting on her breasts, he sighed. “She’s a good woman, Olivia. She did a wonderful job.”

A giggle escaped her. “Yeah she is – even after she turned me over to Alastair for training. Good Lord the man was a tyrant. It’s through him I met my first husband.”

He nodded, his hair brushing the bare skin of her upper chest. “Who unintentionally left you too when he passed away. While I can’t say I won’t die before you – I don’t plan on leaving for a long, long time.”

Threading her fingers through his hair, she had to force the words pass her tightening throat. “He filed for divorce just before he died.”

Jude’s head flew up. “Why the hell would he do that?”

“Because she wouldn’t be a twenty-four/seven Domme anymore.” In the doorway Micah stood in a pair of battered jeans. In his hand was Olivia’s cell phone. “Caelan is on the phone.” He walked into the room and dropped to his knees next to the bed. Seeing the tears in his pale blue eyes, Olivia froze.

He lifted his gaze to hers. “I’m not. I can’t promise this will be easy. Just that I’m willing to try.” Hearing the squawk from the phone, he handed it to her.

“That’s all I can ask,
mal-chick.”
She patted the bed next to them. Pleasure washed over her as he slid the jeans down his slender hips before sliding under the blankets with them. He relaxed into the pillows, his left side touching hers as his eyes closed.

“I’m so tired, Mistress.”

“Sleep.” Her command came out semi-choked as his eyes drifted shut.
At last, he’s back where he belongs.
She lifted the phone to her ear. “Now what’s so damn important you had to call me at six o’clock in the damned morning, you Irish bastard.”

Chapter Eighteen

The chirp of his laptop drew Leland’s attention away from his oral feast of his Mistress. Lying on his stomach between her thighs, he slowed his tongue, wondering what she wanted him to do. While he couldn’t move due to the long restraints securing his wrists to the headboard, experience warned him if he abandoned his job of pleasuring her to check it, he’d be punished severely.

“Why did you slow, slave – I was almost there.” Priscilla’s hands dug into his scalp, keeping his face pressed deep in the vee of her legs. “Finish it.”

He mumbled a ‘yes, Mistress’ before lapping at her clit. It didn’t take long before she wrapped her legs around his head, bucking and screaming out her orgasm. He was nearly oxygen deprived when she sank back into the rumpled bedding. Breathing heavily, he licked his lips, dying for something to drink – to wash the bitter taste of her from his tongue. Spying the lone can of beer sitting next to his computer which was calling his name, he wished he wasn’t restrained. Bondage had never been his kink. Hurting others was what got his rocks off - and his Mistress indulged his need frequently - as long as he did everything she said.

“Very good, slave. You made me come.” She rolled away from him, kicking one leg up and over his head. He groaned at her limber move, staring at her ass as she donned her robe. He wanted to cry when she walked over to the desk and drained the last of his beer.

Watching her click the mouse, his blood pressure went through the roof with each movement she made.
The little bitch is probably enjoying every minute of this.

“Please Mistress! If you hit the wrong key you’ll clear the search and we’ll have to wait for her to take another call.”