Chapter 28
Georgia
Groaning, I pluck off and drop my shoes then rub my feet. “Gah. Too much walking!”
Flopping back onto the white bedspread with my arms to either side, I let my legs dangle over the edge. Lazlo drops onto the bed and turns onto his side to smile down at me. He leans over on his elbow and kisses me, caressing my face as I smile back.
“So. Much. Sore feet.”
“Worst day ever?”
“No! No. It was a great afternoon, even if I wore out everything below my knees.”
I’m sure Lazlo had seen it all before but this was the first time for me.
We crossed the Tower Bridge and looked at the old steam engines that used to lift the two sides.
Then there was The Ripper Museum, the VR arcade where I beat Lazlo in that shooting game, to his mortification—I pretended it was luck—the walk back, and coffee by the Thames.
All of it was so bloody normal I almost, but not quite, felt like we were a married couple.
“Sitting on the bench watching the ducks was the best part. I looove ducks.” I turn my head to him and am comfortable enough to poke his ribs. A few days ago I would not have dared.
“Ducks?” He looks horrified. “The gruesome Ripper murder reenactments weren’t?”
“Ugh. No. That was your thing. I’ve had enough of murders to last me a few lifetimes.”
“Hmm.” He lies down flat next to me as we hear the sounds of the hotel door being unlocked.
It’ll be Rafe—since we aren’t expecting hotel staff.
“Same actually. The history stuff was good but the murdering...meh.” He holds his hand flat above us, wobbling it and wrinkling his nose.
“War puts you off, if you don’t go psycho. ”
“Yeah.” Though I’m not sure how you separate the Ripper into separate history and murder sections.
Rafael waltzes in and waves, throws his phone and keys on the sideboard. One side of his face looks a bit swollen, so there you have it, he was getting a tooth fixed.
“Hi, Rafe! Wow.” I prop myself up as he comes over to park his butt on my other side. “You really did get a dentist to see you that fast? Being rich as fuck sucks, I guess. Hey, that rhymes?”
“Laz, you had a whole damn day.”
“I’m Laz now? When did that happen?”
“Lazlo is too long, but I can go back to it if you want?”
He’s sitting up now too. “No. I’m okay with that lazy nickname.”
Rafe stands up and unbuttons his shirt partway then hauls it off over his head, unbuckles his belt and pulls it from the loops. Then he tosses it to the bed beside me.
I eye the belt that has curled up beside me like a snake.
I’m wondering about his mood. He seems a bit grumpy.
“Did you not teach this brat of ours not to rile us bears?”
Lazlo chuckles and runs his hand through his currently untied hair. “I did try but she is…recalcitrant.” He makes a hand gun. “I learned that word from Jack the Ripper.”
He did not.
Rafe stalks toward me with an intent look on his face then he holds out his hand, palm upward.
Uh-oh. I wrap my hand over the belt. “No.”
Now he smiles and leans in, with his hands on my shoulders, to touch foreheads. “You knew what I wanted.”
“Of course I did.”
“Now hand it over so I can belt your ass before I do what I’ve been aching to do all day—fuck you.” He rocks his forehead on mine then cups my jaw and kisses me, angling his head and keeping me precisely where he wants me. While his other hand cups my breast.
Damn. Toe-curling time. Said like that, I’m volunteering. Whatever that dentist did to Rafe, he’s kissing me just fine.
He pulls away and waits for me to do what he said.
That kiss must have stolen my breath and my sanity for, without hesitation, I pick up the belt, and despite feeling the solid leather weight of it, I give it to him.
“Turn over. Ass out.”
Lazlo is merely watching though his pants have definitely tented at the front.
He sees where I’m looking and takes a hold of his cock through the cloth, squeezes himself there.
After I wriggle onto my side then roll onto my front to present my ass to Rafe, I find Lazlo has already unzipped and pulled out his cock.
My jeans and panties are pulled down and off me.
The anticipation from knowing what he aims to do to my naked rear, and what he will then do to my pussy afterward, it is divine.
My mind has expectations of the feel of a belt striking me and my body is taking note.
I’m swelling down there. If I ever doubted I was a bit of a masochist, that doubt has been washed away.
“Open your legs more.”
Does he want to hit me there? But I obey, hoping he isn’t planning something more painful.
“Look at that,” Rafe murmurs. Then he runs a fingertip down my exposed slit. “Already.”
I peek backward to see the finger he holds up is glistening, then I wriggle, inviting this punishment.
Lazlo shifts closer and comes to within an inch of my mouth before he murmurs, “I’d do some of this to you if he’d let me.” Then he kisses me softly, a simmering promise of a kiss. “But I think he’s hellbent on doing it all.”
“Before I start.” Rafe flicks the belt so the length dances while he’s watching us kiss. “Domino sent me a message. We’re getting picked up tonight…early this morning, to go to a mandatory CNC Event. I have questions for us to think on. But first, this. Because I need it after today.”
He flicks the belt again to warn me and I clamp my legs together, not wishing my pussy to get any of what is coming.
“I need it too. Fucking always,” Lazlo whispers in the space between our mouths before he closes in again for a third kiss, so that we’re in the middle of that soft, mesmerizing experience when the belt hits me.
The pleasure of a hot kiss tangles with that wretched but awesome lash and captures me whole. The chaos of sex, pain, and three people being wicked.
I jerk and Lazlo catches my jaw and holds me, kisses me more cruelly, while Rafe plies the belt, in a slow symphony of suffering.
The agony builds and twists, trickles into my pussy until my nipples are digging into my bra.
I squirm and recoil, as if I want to dodge the strikes. I don’t though. Not really.
Being blessed by Lazlo’s mouth and held and being hurt blends into one.
“You can take it.” He kisses me. “Love your noises. Those squeals.” Kiss. “Like a little piggy.” When I glower, he kisses harder, with his fingers clamped on my chin, digging in, and I find I’ve caught up handfuls of quilt.
Despite what Rafe is doing to my ass, I’m being contrary and I’m lifting it higher to get more of that pain. More sting. More icing on my kinks.
Mumbling, hitching my breath, and thinking of both belt and the feel of Lazlo tonguing me… my mind is ensorcelled.
“That’ll do,” Rafe says and even he is panting from the effort. As am I.
I hear him unzip before he smooths his hand over me, a warm and heavy palm, and I’m sure he is tracing the lines left by the belt. “Such a beautiful red. Spread wider.” He takes hold of my hip and one ass cheek.
Then, almost before I spread my legs, he’s inside me. A brutal penetration that slaps his body against my throbbing ass.
“Uh.” I grunt into Lazlo’s mouth, holding my breath as I concentrate on the flurry of merciless thrusts Rafe attacks me with.
Vicious enough to bounce me on the bed, to make a loud smack as our flesh meets. Hard enough to bump my now swollen clit into the bed and get me huffing in time with his strokes.
“Oh. Oh.” I bury my face in the bed as he keeps going, clearly determined to destroy me and get his own climax.
When he stops and groans, buried deep, the jet of pressure is enough in its own right.
Enough to satisfy in a strange but perfect way.
Enough to be wanted. Sometimes, being used is the best.
When he steps away, I stay where I am as the bed sways and Lazlo slips off. I know he will be next and I’m waiting for more of that harsh treatment, ready to beg if I must.
“Gorgeous,” his low voice shows his admiration as he too strokes his hand over the marks on rear.
The feel of that, of being admired for merely the look of my ass has me quivering, waiting, wanting, and opening my legs.
“That’s my girl,” Lazlo coaxes apart my lips with finger and thumb, fingerfucking me before he too finds my entry with the head of his cock. He slams in a moment later. “I figured your little cunt liked Rafe doing it bad and nasty.” His tone says he’s amused. “So here’s my home delivery.”
Again I’m subjected to a bruising pummeling that reduces me to a whimpering, noisy, and very wet creature.
I’ve bowed my ass as high as I can when he plunges in fully deep and comes, his fingers clawed into my hip and the bed, then his full bodyweight comes down on me as he lies over my back to pump the last dreg of come into me.
“Ohhh. Fuck that’s nice,” I mutter into the rumpled bed, loving how he’s pressing me down, making me feel conquered while that humongous cock is still in me.
“Still haven’t used your ass,” he murmurs. “Disappointed. But I was in a fucking hurry.” He bites my shoulder then withdraws and flips me over, kneels between my legs, and I know he’s going to eat me out.
Except Rafe interrupts. “No. Let her ache. I want her to know how I felt all fucking day.” He walks across and sits beside me while I pout up at him.
“Plus. My mouth is starting to hurt. Fucking anesthetic is wearing off. So for that smartass greeting before, you can suffer too.” He plonks himself down on his elbows on the bed then kisses me quite gently. “See. You need to behave better.”
I put my hand over my pussy. “You think?” I tweak my eyebrow at him. “Though you do kiss okay.”
He laughs. Then he pins down my wrists, straps them together with the belt, and holds them above my head on the bedspread.
“Here.” He rummages in a pants pocket and tosses something black to Lazlo.
“Put that in her ass. We can get you used to it, and one day, we both fuck you there as hard as we did your pussy just now. Put it in. Then, we talk. After that, we clean up, and get some sleep because the pickup for this flight is like four AM.”
So I end up lying on the bed on my front, naked, with an ass plug in me, dreaming of them bringing me to an O, while we discuss the next step in our investigation. It’s a novel way to do a meeting.
“So, what’s happening?” I’m brave enough to ask first. I guess because I have come to trust and know these guys. Whatever we do after all of this, it will be weird, but they will take my needs into account.
Rafe has dragged over an armchair while Laz, as we are apparently calling him now, is sitting next to me with his hand occasionally on my back or ass. Which is excruciatingly arousing. Gah.
“I got this while you two were off doing your tour and I was being operated on. Here. A mandatory CNC event is occurring and you three will be picked up and taken to the airfield then to the event in Spain. Be outside your hotel, the Red Dragon, at four AM.”
He looks up. “So that’s from Domino, who was at the meeting we went to. I queried the mandatory and was told the other event we went to was not a CNC frat organized one.” He waits.
“Seems strange no one told us at the time?” Lazlo says.
“It does,” I nod. “Did you ask about that?”
“Yes. He just said maybe they never thought to tell me. Anyway, this happens tomorrow. We have to go or Sir Benjamin’s rep, that’s you, Laz, won’t be considered a member. Also Domino says he wants to tell us the DNA results as they should be back by then. I have some reservations about this.”
“I’m assuming those aren’t, like, dinner reservations?”
He sighs and shoots me a mild death glare. “No. Georgia.”
“Why?” Laz asks.
“I’m suspicious after being trailed by someone. We all felt that, didn’t we? There was that car behind us coming here. And about these DNA results. Why not just give us them?”
“Nothing really concrete then?” I decide to contribute and not be smartass. “Is there anything we can do?”
“Remember the organization that Juniper, Tomas, and Aaron didn’t contact?
The one with the absurd acronym—ASS. I contacted them.
I was given their number that day at the house, when you were rescued, Georgia.
They know what’s happened regarding the boat murders and Georgia.
But due to this not being, as far as we know, CNC business, they won’t intervene, yet.
I’ve also told my family and asked for some security—should’ve done that already.
There’s a man outside our door and a team outside the hotel.
But those men can’t be at the frat event. ”
“Okay.” Laz has his hands clasped between his knees and he does a slow silent clap while he thinks. “Apart from adding more men, I don’t know what else we can do except carry weapons, and that’s illegal here. Unsure about Spain.”
“I’ll find out about Spain. As for here in the UK, we are skirting the law, trampling it really.
The men guarding us have access to a whole bunch of hardcore weaponry in one of our vehicles, though things would need to be close to disaster before they would break it out and use it.
My family is taking this seriously, even if Gabriel was an ass today.
So, I just wanted you informed. We should get to sleep after packing and showering. ”
Before three AM we get picked up with our luggage and whisked away to a small airfield where a Lear jet, or similar, takes off for the wild black yonder.
The stars are out and I can view them once civilization and the city lights fade behind us.
Spain…now this is jet-setting. I didn’t think I could get back to sleep after all that has happened, today, but I soon find myself nodding off in the seat and I succumb and drift into dreamland.
A pity the dreams are all nightmares. Especially this one, where I wake up scared and in darkness with my hands and legs tied, and something over my eyes.
Or is this real…