Chapter 10
Reece felt a little spark of jealousy as he watched Fairchild slowly move toward the man bound to the chain-link barrier, but he quickly snuffed it out. Jealousy could get them all killed once they reached Calyxia.
Still, Reece wouldn’t have minded being the one tied up at Fairchild’s mercy.
He wouldn’t have minded at all.
But it was better to use Nash for this. The younger Merc’s cocky attitude was like gasoline to the fire of Fairchild’s defiance, and that defiance was the key to her ultimate submission. They were going to take things nice and slow, first on her terms—then on his.
He cut a quick look in Nash’s direction. The younger Merc had a cocky streak a parsec wide, a holdover from his days as a street rumbler in the back alleys of Almalex. But he was smart too, and he knew how to dial it back when necessary. Reece told him to do so with his eyes.
Don’t turn it off completely, kid, but don’t overdo it either. The woman has teeth after all.
Nash answered with the subtlest movement of an eyelid, a fraction of a fraction of a wink to say the message had been received.
Fairchild must have seen it, because she halted in her tracks and turned back toward Reece with a quizzical look, and a touch of attitude.
She was a sharp one.
Dangerously sharp.
“Go ahead,” Reece said with an encouraging nod. “Kiss him, slow and deep.”
Fairchild held his gaze for a moment. Then she turned back toward Nash and closed the distance between them.
Neither one of them was wearing much of anything.
Aside from her gloves and wraps, the only thing Fairchild had on was a pair of thong panties, and Nash only had his compression shorts, which were struggling to contain his bulging arousal.
Their sweating bodies came together with a slippery sound.
“Just so you know,” Fairchild said to Nash, “I still hate your stupid guts.”
“And just so you know,” Nash replied, “I can still work with that.”
Fairchild thrust forward and kissed him, angry and hot.
It was more of an attack than a sign of affection.
Reece considered intervening, but it proved unnecessary.
As he watched, the kiss softened, then deepened, and the tension melted away from Fairchild’s hard muscles.
Her fingers, which had been hooked like claws in the chain-link, now moved to Nash’s ribs.
She began to moan, and Reece had a feeling she wasn’t acting.
He glanced over at Dutton. The quiet Merc was watching the action with his usual deadpan expression, but the massive bulge tenting the front of his pants betrayed at least some of what he was thinking.
Reece returned his attention to the two kissers.
“Good,” he said. “Now I want you to start working your way down his front, and don’t rush. I want you to take your time and savor him.”
The woman didn’t turn around, but Reece could see the flush of pink that touched the tips of her ears. He suspected she’d been so lost in her kiss, she had almost forgotten that she had an audience. That was good.
She hesitated, but only for a moment, then she began kissing her way down Nash’s body, first his neck, then the hollow of his throat, his chest, his nipples, his abs. The Merc groaned with pleasure.
Reece stifled a groan of his own.
He could practically feel those kisses on his own skin, and his cock was aching with arousal.
Fairchild sank to her knees in front of the bound Merc and rested her palms against his thighs. Her hands were still wrapped and gloved for fighting, and there was something about that fact that set Reece’s blood on fire.
She turned and looked back at him, silently asking for his guidance with her eyes. The fire inside him burned even hotter.
“Good,” Reece said. “Now take his shorts off, but don’t rush it. Take it nice and slow. Make him feel the anticipation.”
“Don’t listen to him,” Nash said. “Rush it. Please rush it.”
Fairchild glared up at the bound Merc. “Quiet you, or else I’ll put a gag in that big, cocky mouth of yours.”
Reece stifled a chuckle.
He watched as Fairchild proceeded. Her padded fighting gloves were open on the ends, allowing her to slip her fingers inside the waistband of Nash’s compression shorts and slowly work the fabric lower and lower.
She ran her tongue tip over those deep V-lines angling downward from his hips, like an arrow pointing toward sin.
She brushed her lips against the trail of short curls running down his center.
Then, as the base of his erect shaft came into view, she leaned in and kissed it softly.
Nash tilted his head back against the springy chain-link and breathed, “Oh fuck…”
Reece concurred. He wasn’t even the one getting pleasured, and he already felt like he was about to explode. He started to undress, while still keeping his eyes locked on the action.
“That’s it,” he said. “Keep teasing him.”
Fairchild pulled Nash’s compression shorts lower, until everything but his tip was exposed. His hard shaft was held down by the elastic of his waistband, ready to swing upward like a catapult at any moment. Fairchild laved her tongue up and down the length of his exposed shaft.
“Oh fuck,” Nash said. “Oh fuck…”
“Good,” Reece said. “Now go ahead and set him free. We don’t want to torture the poor bastard.”
Fairchild flipped her hair back and gave him a wicked look.
“Speak for yourself,” she said.
Reece smiled. Things were going even better than planned. He finished stripping off his hooded vest and tossed it aside. Next to him, Dutton was already down to his skivvies. Damn, he really knew how to move without making a noise.
Fairchild gave Nash’s shorts one final tug, and his hard cock whipped free, slinging upward and bobbing right in front of her face.
Nash let out a growl of relief, and Fairchild let out a wide-eyed gasp.
Maybe she was acting, but Reece didn’t think so.
The kid wasn’t quite as big as him or Dutton in terms of stature, but his dick could give both of them a run for their money—and right now, it looked even bigger and harder than usual.
They’d shared so many women over the years, Reece knew his comrades’ cocks almost as well as he knew his own.
He also knew what they liked, their preferences, their quirks.
“Go slow,” Reece said, keeping his voice soft yet commanding. “Start by giving it a little kiss.”
“On the tip?” Fairchild asked.
“That’s right. Kiss the tip.”
Reece watched as she moved her head forward and planted a soft kiss on the end of Nash’s ruddy pink cockhead. She trembled slightly as she did it, and when she finally pulled away, a little thread of precum stretched between her lips and Nash’s slit.
Fucking hell, that was hot.
“Very good,” Reece said. “Now, do you see that little V on the underside where the head connects to the shaft?”
“Mm-hm,” Fairchild nodded.
“Give him a kiss there, and this time use a bit of tongue as well. He’ll enjoy that.”
“Like this…?”
Fairchild tilted her head slightly and pressed another, somewhat deeper kiss on the spot Reece had indicated. Her tongue flickered between her lips, tentatively tasting her captive’s flesh. Nash moaned and trembled in response.
“Oh yeah,” he said. “Exactly like that.”
Fairchild stopped what she was doing and glared up at the bound Merc.
“Shut up,” she said. “I wasn’t asking you.” She whipped her head back to look at Reece and licked her lips. “Am I doing a good job?” she asked.
Reece’s dick pulsed inside his pants. It felt like a cannon that was ready to go off.
“You’re doing a perfect job,” he said, noting the way Fairchild’s face pinked at his words of approval. “Now, I want you to lick that shaft. Get the whole thing nice and wet so you can start to suck it.”
Reece was pleased by the way the woman obeyed him.
A good Merc knew how to follow orders, and Fairchild was most definitely a good Merc.
In fact, she was one of the best Reece had ever seen.
He watched in admiration and arousal as she worked the blade of her tongue all up and down his comrade’s erect shaft, until every throbbing inch was glistening with her saliva.
For a moment, he almost forgot he was supposed to be giving her directions.
“Don’t forget the balls,” he said.
Fairchild paused her licking and stared at the large sacs hanging down from the base of Nash’s shaft. He had obviously lasered them recently, because the skin was completely smooth and devoid of hair.
“Does that… feel good?” Fairchild asked.
“Oh yeah,” said Reece. “Guys love it when you suck on their balls. Trust me.”
“Mine are pretty big though,” Nash interrupted. “You probably won’t be able to fit one in your mouth completely.”
Reece suppressed a laugh. He had to hand it to Nash, the arrogant bastard certainly knew how to press the female Merc’s buttons. Even with her face turned away from him, Reece could sense her look of raw defiance. “Challenge accepted,” that look seemed to say.
And that was exactly what Nash wanted.
Reece watched, awestruck, as Fairchild lowered her face between the Merc’s legs and placed her lips against his scrotum.
She opened her mouth wide and pulled one of his testicles inside.
Based on the noises Nash started making, Reece could tell that Fairchild was using her tongue as well.
At last, she drew her mouth off of him with a loud, wet pop.
“You weren’t kidding,” she said, smiling. “He really does like that, doesn’t he? Should I give the other side a try?”
She didn’t wait for an answer from Reece.
She just dove right in and repeated the maneuver with Nash’s other ball, sucking and licking it at the same time.
His dick stiffened even harder than before, until it was jumping with his pulse.
Precum leaked out of him in quantities that would have rivaled an ordinary man’s entire load.
“Oh, fuck!” Nash gasped. “Keep that up and you’re gonna make me come…”
Fairchild popped her lips off him again and dragged her tongue up the underside of his shaft until his tip was resting right against her chin.
“Not yet,” she said in a voice that made Reece ache. “I want you to do it in my mouth. I want to taste it.”
“Yeah,” Nash panted, his voice ragged with need. “I want that too, baby. I want that too.”
Fairchild bared her teeth and lightly raked them over Nash’s plump, pink tip. Reece hadn’t told her to do that. She was operating all on her own now, teasing her prisoner like a true master. Reece could hardly believe how quickly she had slipped into character.
“Really?” she asked, her voice dripping sugar. “How bad do you want it, Daddy?”
“Bad,” Nash rasped. “So fucking bad.”
He wasn’t acting anymore. Reece was sure of it. Even a pro like Nash couldn’t have faked all those involuntary twitches and shudders. His tip was leaking like crazy.
“Do you need it?” Fairchild asked.
“I need it,” Nash said, sounding like he was almost on the verge of tears. “I need to feel your mouth around me.”
With her lips pressed against his sensitive spot, Fairchild whispered.
“Beg.”
Reece could scarcely believe what happened next. In all the time he and Nash had been together, he’d never once heard the Merc beg a woman for anything. On the contrary, it was always the other way around. But Nash was begging now, shameless and without hesitation.
“Please,” the young Merc blurted. “Please suck on it. I’ll do anything you want.”
“Anything?” Fairchild asked.
“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… enjoying wasn’t a strong enough word.
The young Merc’s eyes were rolling 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 somewhat wrapped himself.
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 the guk-guk-guk sounds 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’t have to 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?”