Shades of Ménage : A Dystopian Romance Ménage & Post Catastrophic Romance Ménage Boxed Set Series - Ultimate Four-Book Collection (50 page)

“
I have a meeting scheduled so I have to go. But don’t worry. You be strong and—” Anica lowered her voice— “and enjoy the sex.” She cast Michaela an encouraging smile, winked and after a quick wave goodbye, left the room without looking back.

Once again doubts plagued Michaela. She should do the right thing and report what was happening. But if she did the right thing, she wouldn’t be able to participate in her next meeting with Flynn and Bryce. And she so looked forward to the next time, very much.

She yelped softly as the butt plug in her ass trembled and then slowly inflated, capturing her full attention.

Oh my! It certainly was intriguing, having something big buried in her. Before she’d left them last night, they’d given her instructions on how to clean it and what to expect. All night, it hadn’t moved, and she’d believed that perhaps they would wait longer before making it grow. Obviously, she’d guessed wrong.

She paused at the table, her breaths catching and her fists clenching until finally the plug stopped enlarging. The pressure was intense, but necessary to expand her tight, unused anal muscles for the experiment. Now that the plug stilled, her focus returned to thoughts of the two men and the wild sex she’d experienced. How could she pretend there was nothing going on when all she wanted was to be with Flynn and Bryce?

“
You don’t seem at all like yourself.” The deep voice of one of her female superiors crashed into Michaela. Her breath stopped dead in her lungs and she almost toppled over from fright.

Don’t be frightened. Stay calm. And you’ll be fine
.

Despite her mental reassurances, Michaela wanted to get up and run away. Instead, she forced herself to plaster a fake smile on her face and turn to her superior. Aspen’s blue eyes sparkled with extreme interest and one of her eyebrows quirked upward in question. Oh, was Michaela so obvious? Aspen was the last person who Michaela would want to arouse suspicion. The woman enjoyed reporting her inferiors if they did something wrong at work. She could only imagine how smug she’d be if she discovered Michaela’s secret.

“
I’m fine. I’m just excited about the new pear seedlings that have begun sprouting in containers ZX5. Have you seen them?”

Aspen frowned in disappointment. Was Aspen perhaps expecting Michaela to blurt out the truth? That she was defying the OA?

“
Yes, I have. Perhaps you should have your Blocker adjusted to control your enthusiasm levels. You seem to be acting too jumpy over mere pear seeds. You need to be calmed. I may put in an order for that.”

Michaela’s tummy sunk with a devastating blow. If Aspen went to the OA, they would find out Michaela’s Blocker had been tampered with. She couldn’t let that happen!

“
No!” Her outburst brought a severe frown from Aspen. Michaela resisted the urge to get up and grab the woman by her tightly bound hair and pound her head into the nearest wall. It wasn’t the first time she’d wanted to punish the woman for being so mean to everyone. She reined in her anger.

“
I mean, that would be inconvenient for you. You are much too busy. Don’t bother yourself over it. I’ll go to an adjustment center when I catch some extra time.”

Aspen’s face softened and relief rushed into Michaela.

“
Very well. Get back to your assignment,” her superior ordered and briskly walked away.

“
Yes, Superior.” Bitch.

Michaela bit her bottom lip in hopes she wouldn’t say that nasty word out loud. She knew it was a bad word, but she did enjoy thinking the word were Aspen was concerned. The word fit.

Bitch.

Michaela grinned as she gathered her tray and drinking glass, quickly deposited them in the Gathering Bin, and hurried back to work.

* * * * *

“
Quit playing with that butt plug and let the girl have a break,” Bryce growled as Flynn’s finger pressed down on the remote directly linked to Michaela’s plug.

Flynn annoyed the crap out of him every time he played with that button. The man should be concentrating on filling out his reassignment questionnaire for the OA instead of delaying the inevitable, being reassigned. But that was Flynn, ever the procrastinator, thinking if he put something off it would get done by itself. Truth be told, the longer the man waited to fill out those papers, the less chance he would have of getting a work position he wanted because the other numerous Doctors in the Biosphere would have already taken the jobs.

Flynn grinned and his eyes twinkled with amused mischievousness. “I’m enjoying it. I’ll add my reaction to my report to the rebels. See? She’s enjoying it too.”

Flynn turned the monitor toward Bryce so he could also see. Bryce wished he hadn’t looked. The biofeed was a direct link into Michaela’s apartment. She stood in her bedroom, peeling off her work clothing. Every time Flynn pressed the button, she tensed and stopped disrobing. Her lush lips parted and she panted with an exotic expression on her face.

At the erotic sight, Bryce’s cock stirred with arousal and throbbed inside his harness. Sometimes, he wished he’d never agreed to having his Blocker tampered. Life had been so much easier when looking at a woman hadn’t sparked an iota of interest. It had been such a peaceful, boring existence.

But without the Blocker engaged, he sure did enjoy watching Michaela undress.

“
Does she know she’s being watched?” Bryce asked.

Flynn nodded. “She was told, just like the rest of us.”

Bryce glanced at the security eye in the corner of the room where they sat and sighed as he returned his attention to the monitor and to Michaela.

Being observed wasn’t his thing, but it sure seemed to be Michaela’s thing. Knowing she was being viewed by the Rebels didn’t dampen her enthusiasm for undressing in front of the viewer.

“
We shouldn’t be watching her.” It wasn’t right. But Bryce couldn’t rip his gaze away. Michaela kept stripping and dropping each piece of clothing from the tips of her fingers.

“
Beautiful,” Flynn whispered from beside Bryce.

“
She’s a tease,” Bryce groaned. “Taunting us. She’s enjoying herself at our expense. Look at the way she smiles at the security eye in her room.”

“
She looks perfect,” Flynn said as they kept watching her.

Bryce shifted with increasing discomfort as his erection continued to press insistently against his pants. Interesting reaction he was having. He’d need to fill out an incident report about this reaction to her teasing display.

After dropping her last piece of clothing, her panties, she stood naked, her back to them.

Anticipation roared through him and he leaned forward in his seat. “Turn around. Come on. Turn around and let us see the rest of you.”

Flynn’s chuckle irritated Bryce.

“
What?” he growled.

“
You’re right. We shouldn’t be watching.” To Bryce’s further irritation, Flynn cut the feed. “Now record your reactions, because you were just part of an experiment.”

No. Way.

His anger notched up a few degrees. “You should have warned me.”

“
One of us wasn’t supposed to know and since I knew…” Flynn winked and Bryce almost punched him in the face.

Flynn’s grin widened. “Tut. Tut. Anger isn’t to be shown, remember? It’s bad for your health.”

“
I have work to do,” Bryce snapped, unable to fight back his annoyance. He knew he had to leave the room or they would very well come to blows. And all of this over a woman. Yes, human emotions were interesting.

Flynn waited until Bryce closed the door behind him. Actually, he slammed the door. Bryce was upset at being duped. Understandable. These experiments weren’t easy. The Rebels would need to explore all human emotions to make sure the OA didn’t have any advantages over the population when the time came to topple the ones who ruled over them, whomever they might be.

Flynn would describe everything that had just happened between himself and Bryce, right down to the unique red coloring on Bryce’s face and the throbbing muscle in his neck upon discovering he’d just been part of an experiment.

Flynn turned to the monitor and touched the screen. It flickered on. Shock and pleasure slammed through him. Michaela was lying on her bed, touching her breasts. Her right hand had dipped between her spread thighs.

He blew out a tense breath. She was masturbating. That’s what the Sacred Scrolls called it when one touched himself or herself while trying to gain pleasure. Flynn shivered with anticipation as he leaned closer to the monitor to watch.

Michaela knew they were watching her, and the knowledge of their eyes flaring with desire as she touched herself excited her to an intriguing headiness. All day, she’d been tormented by the urge to touch herself and explore the idea that maybe she could create the same pleasure as the two men had introduced her to last night. And she was arousing herself.

Rubbing her breasts, pinching and tweaking and pulling her tender nipples, until she gasped at the erotic shivers of anticipation coursing through her fevered body. Michaela’s heart beat faster as her fingers slipped between her thighs and she pinched her pussy folds and touched the entrance to her vagina. She was wet. Dripping warm cream.

She spread her legs wider, angling herself so that Flynn and Bryce and whoever else might be watching could see more of her. She didn’t care who was watching her. She just loved the exhilaration raging inside her.

Michaela jerked her hips as she found that ultra-sensitive spot.

Umm, wonderful.

She rubbed her clit quickly and firmly, dipping into her vagina for lube and breathing harshly as the wicked need for release grew. Massaging her nipples, she pulled and tweaked them. Her lips parted. She panted. Moving her hands faster, she discovered the perfect rhythm and pressure.

Writhing and gyrating, she embraced the incredible shudders. Accepted them. Loved them. Loved herself.

The pleasure shivers pounded her and finally ebbed away. As she lay on the bed, panting, her nostrils flaring, her heart pounding, she smiled. She’d become hopelessly hooked to this wondrous pleasure she could produce in her body. Oh yes, she certainly understood how one could become addicted to sex.

Blowing out a tense breath, Michaela got out of bed and headed for the air shower.

Chapter Five

An entire bioweek drifted by and still no communication from the rebels or from Bryce and Flynn. Even assurances from Anica at their weekend meeting at her friend’s apartment didn’t ease Michaela’s restlessness. The waiting was part of the experiment, she knew that. But it had her on edge to the point of paranoia. She imagined odd looks from her coworkers during their break times. Did they know she had a plug buried up her ass? Did they know she was addicted to sex and craved seeing her two men? Thankfully, Aspen hadn’t mentioned an adjustment again, and Anica had thankfully relayed Michaela’s concerns to the Rebels for her. They had responded that she needn’t worry.

Huh! Easy for them to say. It wasn’t their lives on the line if she got caught.

To relieve stress, she masturbated every night, but it just wasn’t enough. She wanted Flynn and Bryce embracing her. Touching her. Kissing her. Fucking her. Wanted it so badly she could tear out her hair with the frustration.

Finally, after the second bioweek, she received a secure message on her Netmail asking her to come to the same room where she’d been engaged in sexual relations. She couldn’t fly there fast enough in her air car. The two men were there in the bedroom, both sitting on the bed, their eyes flaring with interest and excitement when she entered the room.

“
It’s been a long time,” Flynn said softly as he stood. Bryce quickly followed. Their eyes were filled with evident desire for her and it made happiness bubble inside her chest. Before she knew what was happening, their hands were smoothing over her intimate curves, igniting shivers and the spectacular hum she loved. She couldn’t stop whimpering with delight.

“
Far too long,” Bryce breathed as he moved in front of her and captured her mouth in a mind-melting kiss that rocked Michaela from head to toe.

“
We’ve been watching you every night,” Flynn whispered into her ear as he stood behind her, caressing up and down her waist and hips.