25. Kiera
KIERA
Saying goodbye to Vivienne was hard enough. But parting without knowing for sure that we’d ever see her again… that was a level none of us were ready to confront.
Dom stared out the window, lost in thought.
I was certain that she would be plotting her revenge.
She had plenty of reasons to want to take her father down.
Finding out that he had faked Viv’s death, lied to Dom for over a decade, and let her be corrupted by Isaac’s power would spur a new level of hatred.
I bit my lip, watching Lady’s breathing as she fell asleep on one of the white leather sofas.
Across from me, Spencer’s leg tapped as she looked around the cabin. The boredom was taking hold. More than that, Spence couldn’t handle the tension. Her mind was already so crowded with anxiety, any more and she might explode.
“Okay, enough. This is so sad.” Spencer shook her head and stood up as soon as the seat belt light flicked off.
Leo’s eyes went wide, shocked to be pulled from her own spiral. “What?”
Slamming her palm on the table in front of Dom, Spencer clicked her tongue. “We have a six hour flight and we’re not spending it all fucking morose.”
“Morose? Big word.” Dom’s jaw tensed, plenty happy to stay in the dark corners of her mind.
“We gotta fix the vibe.”
“Fix the vibe?” Leo laughed.
Rubbing her forehead, Dom growled. “That’s so fucking stupid, Spence.”
Spencer nodded as she waved Dom’s cynicism off. “Yep. Let’s play a game.”
“No.” Quick to shut this shit down, Dom went back to looking out the window.
Her negative attitude was pissing me off… again. “We don’t need grumpy-pants to play a game.”
Snapping her fingers Spencer bounded over to my seat and kissed my cheek. “Exactly, Bunny. You get the idea. Two truths and a lie.”
“I like the sound of that.” Leo smirked, trusting her military training to know when one of us was lying.
“Dom?” Spencer gestured to her cranky comrade whose lack of response was her answer. “Fine. I’ll start.”
Moving over to the plush leather couch, Spencer looked up at the ceiling of the private jet. “Okay. I’ve never left the country. I love unicorns. And I really, really love when Dom is a piss baby.”
From her seat, Dom whipped her head around. “That’s two lies and a truth, idiot.”
“Ha. Got you. Now you have to play.”
“No.” Dom crossed her arms.
Leo took her turn, a sexy smile teasing her lips. Her head rolled back as she thought, the hilt of her sword tattoo stretching over her flesh. “I failed my first boot camp physical. I eat whip cream out of the can at night. I hate motorcycles.”
I couldn’t stop the laugh from coming out. “Hm, I wonder what it could be.”
Rolling her eyes, Dom hissed. “You’re just not even trying.”
“Maybe you should show us how to play then.” I winked, licking my lips as I tempted her.
I knew the wrath that the teasing might cause, but I didn’t care. She needed to get those feelings out one way or another. And if she would rather use my body to relieve her tension, I’d be more than happy to take her.
Then it was my turn. “I’ve got mine. I once skipped class in high school to get a record signed by my favorite musician. I learned to play the oboe. And I really really hate fucking Leo and Spencer.”
Dom collapsed her head into her palms, tugging at the loose strands of black hair. “I swear to God.”
Laughing, Spencer kept on. “I like it when Kiera bosses me around. Leo’s a better cook than me. Kiera and Dom can’t stop fucking each other when no one’s looking.”
There was no stopping the blush that rose to my cheeks as I tried to turn toward the window. “Your truths are supposed to be about yourself.”
Leaning closer, Spencer licked her lips. “Fine, correction: I loved listening to Kiera and Dom fucking every night.”
Those dark brown eyes were lethal, pools of gasoline ready to be lit by desire.
Dom’s jaw tightened, finally caving and leaning back in her seat. “I did fuck Kiera. And I do it better than anyone on this goddamn plane ever could. Better than anyone on this earth. And I’ll fuck her right here on this jet.”
A wide grin took over Spencer’s face, finally getting the shark to bite. “You don’t fuck her better than I do.”
Leo tucked her hands behind her head, showing off her bulging muscles. “Neither of you hold a torch to what I do to her body.”
They were talking about fucking me like I was some toy, something for them to pass around. And I couldn’t deny that my pussy throbbed at the thought. Spencer and Leo had already had their way with me. But what would they think about the way that Dom possessed me?
Spencer stood up, putting her hand on the back of my chair. A waft of her citrusy sweat filled my nose, instantly making my mouth water to taste her. “Go on, Bunny. Tell them just how good Daddy Spencer fucks you.”
Before I could answer, Leo rose from her chair. She pulled her pants up by the belt, fiddling with the buckle. Was it an adjustment or a warning?
“Princess, you don’t need to lie to make Spencer happy. Be honest and show them how you say ‘Sir’ with my strap in your mouth.” Leo sat on the table in front of me.
Not one to cave to a dick-measuring contest, Dom crossed the cabin and rolled up the sleeves of her button down. Her sleeves of tattoos strained against her forearms, the veins in her hands popping out from the skin.
She stood behind me, but I refused to look up at her.
There was no way I was giving in to her so easily. Definitely not with my other two saviors watching.
Her hand snaked around the leather chair, gripping my chin. Out of the corner of my eyes, I could see her hand tattoos and her gold watch glimmering.
Lifting my jaw, she forced my eyes to meet her piercing blue gaze. “Confess, Viper.” In a hiss, she leaned over me. “To how you're a dirty, desperate whore for your Master.”
The pulsing of my clit between my legs was undeniable, the three of them completely surrounding me. There was nowhere to run, I couldn’t outrun my desire to have all of them. Not anymore. Every fantasy I’d had about letting them share me was about to unfold before my very eyes.
Before I could move, Dom pursed her lips. “Open your mouth, Viper.” I did as I was told, not ready to take another punishing night of Dom’s strap. And as soon as my lips parted, Dom gathered spit in her mouth and let it roll off her lips.
It dropped straight to the back of my throat, drawing a moan from my chest.
Leo’s eyebrow raised, shocked by my compliance to Dom’s commands.
“If our little toy won’t squeal, we’ll have to take her for a test drive.” Spencer laughed.
Leo looked back at Dom, the two of them sharing a thought that I couldn’t read.
And before I could try to interpret it, Leo had grabbed my hips and lifted me out of the plush chair, setting me on the polished table.
“Jesus.” I whimpered, the breath catching in my throat as my ass met the table.
As Leo moved me, Spencer moved toward the door at the end of the cabin, sliding it shut and flipping a lock.
Reaching for the hem of my shorts, I feared Leo would rip yet another piece of my wardrobe. But instead, she got down on her knees, peeling both the shorts and my panties off. She threw them across the plane’s cabin without looking away from my eyes.
Using her broad shoulders, she spread my legs and buried her face in my pussy. Her golden gaze stayed on mine, holding my attention as she plunged her tongue between my folds. I felt my pleasure slip from my entrance and into her mouth.
I couldn’t look away from her, not until Spencer came back to the table and brought two of her fingers to my mouth.
Then I met Spencer’s gaze, sucking her deeper into my throat as Dom watched on.
Another moan escaped my lips as Leo’s tongue flicked between my hardened clit and my dripping channel.
Shaking her head, Dom let out a devious laugh. One that sent a shiver down my spine as she moved to stand behind Leo. “What are you? A bunch of horny co-eds? This is embarrassing. My little captive will take whatever I give her. Isn’t that right?”
My eyes narrowed at her, not willing to stop pleasing Spencer to bite back at Dom. But I wouldn’t take anything. I’d made her admit how badly she wanted me, I had just as much control over her as she had over me.
My submission was rooted in my ability to make Dom crumble to her fucking knees.
She didn’t take kindly to my lack of answer. Grabbing Leo’s shoulder, she ripped Leo away from my center.
Stunned, Leo stumbled back. “You asshole.”
Not that Dom gave a fuck, instead she pressed between my legs and pulled out her strap from her black trousers. She lined herself up with my entrance, wetting the tip in the mixture of my pleasure and Leo’s spit before plunging deep inside.
A gasp ripped through my chest as she filled me, my hands gripping the table underneath me as my legs spread for her.
Rising to her feet, Leo shook her head as she walked around Dom.
Dom put one hand around my back, pressing my lower spine into her cock as she made me ride it. The other snaked up to my throat, her fingers pressing into the skin. Practised, Dom grabbed around my trachea, only applying pressure to the areas around it.
I’d learned it in a movie years ago, that someone wasn’t supposed to apply flat pressure across the neck. Instead, gripping the outside still gave the same feeling of choking without risking damage to your trachea.
Despite Dom’s aggression, she knew how to take me safely. And her care proved that she didn’t want to hurt me. Not in a real way.
Taking all of her like this, watching the dildo slide in and out of my soaked pussy, made it hard to stay upright. I felt my body leaning back, pressing into Dom’s flat palm that tried to hold me in place.
Spencer sidled up next to me, gripping the fabric of my t-shirt and ripping it over my head. Tossing it across the room, her hand snaked around my back to the clasp of my simple, black bra.
As soon as the bra snapped open, I felt a relief in my lungs and back, enough to let whimper escape my lips.