Bound in Blue (18 page)

Was that it? Apparently not, since Jason’s
cock was still buried in her ass. He pushed her up onto the bed.
Her face and corset slid against the sheets until someone took her
shoulders and lifted her. Since Jason was fucking her ass, it had
to be Theo. He slid beneath her so she felt his warmth through the
satin of her corset, and his sheathed cock against the inside of
her thigh.

“Oh God,” she cried. Next thing she knew, she
was rearranged between them and Theo’s cock was pressing against
her pussy. This was definitely something she hadn’t done before.
Gentle hands stroked her hair and guided her face to the side, and
soft lips pressed to hers.

“You’ll like this,” said Kelsey. “Just let it
happen. This is how things go at the Citadel. You do things you
never dreamed you’d do.”

“I don’t know if I can do this.” She winced
as Theo’s cock eased a little deeper. She felt so full, too full,
but the two pairs of hands on her waist wouldn’t let her shift
away. “I’m scared,” she said, burying her face against Kelsey’s
cheek.

“I’m always scared when I play in the back
rooms,” she said, “but I’m always glad afterward that I was
brave.”

Theo’s hand squeezed her hip and then he
pushed all the way inside, so she felt impossibly full. He groaned
and held still. She could feel him tensing beneath her. Jason moved
slowly, just a little. “Take off her blindfold, Kelsey,” he said,
driving in again. “She should see this.”

Sara felt Kelsey’s hands at the back of her
head, and then she lifted the blindfold away. Lights and motion
assailed her vision. The music pounded in the background as Sara
stared at Kelsey’s light hair and smiling eyes, then at Theo’s dark
torso beneath her. His muscles rippled each time he moved, and she
saw such strain and control in his face. Jason unlatched her cuffs
so her hands were free and she braced them on Theo’s chest.

“Do you like it?” Kelsey asked. “It’s so
hot.”

Sara couldn’t reply. Her voice was gone, her
mind was gone. There was only her body, grasping and riding the
dual intrusions of her Masters’ cocks. Kelsey played with her
breasts, pinching and teasing the nipples. Sara twisted to look
back at her Master, needing his reassurance.

“Good girl,” Jason said. “Both of you are
such good girls.” He slid a hand up Sara’s chest and circled her
neck with his fingers. “Come for us, baby. Like we’re at the
Citadel, only better.”

“Ohhh,” she sighed. “I...I can’t believe
it.”

“Believe what?”

“That the Citadel could ever be better than
this.”

Theo grinned beneath her and then Jason
grabbed her hips and they were both fucking her, invading her,
while Kelsey played with her breasts. It was too much, but at the
same time it wasn’t enough. She gripped the cocks inside her and
lost herself, forgot who she was or where she was. Her orgasm came,
painfully hard, like a constriction of every muscle in her body.
The pleasure racked her, wave after wave of bliss. Theo groaned and
Jason’s grip tightened on her hips as she clamped on their cocks
with involuntary spasms.

The men came in their own time, each of them
pressing inside her to the hilt. It felt okay now. It felt right,
like her body was made to contain these two men and their violent
hungers. Even after they came, none of them moved or drew away from
each other. Lights reflected in Kelsey’s eyes, a rainbow of
blinking, pretty colors, and Sara thought this night couldn’t have
been more perfect. A month ago, she never could have imagined such
closeness, such friendship with the other couple. Such heights of
pleasure, Citadel or not.

“Thank you,” she said to no one in
particular, as she collapsed on Theo’s chest. “I don’t know what
else to say. Thank you.” The last word was the barest breath.

“No, thank you,” Theo said in his deep voice,
slapping her thigh. “That was very well done.”

Behind her, Jason squeezed her sore ass
cheeks. “You sound like you’re coaching her in trapeze.
Very
well done
,” he mimicked.

“Good girl, then,” Theo said. “Is that
better? And you,
ma chère
.” He tweaked his wife’s breast.
“When your shoulder is one hundred percent again, we’ll invite Sara
and Jason over once more. What do you think?”

Kelsey eyed Sara in admiration. “I’ll need a
little more rehab before I can handle an onslaught like that.”

Jason laughed as he withdrew from Sara’s ass
and gave her a spank for good measure. “You took Theo and Lemaitre
at the same time once. I remember. I was there. People still talk
about it.”

“Don’t remind me.” Kelsey shivered. “I’ll
take you and Theo any day. Lemaitre, not so much.” She helped Sara
ease off Theo and then both of the women collapsed on the bed. The
guys got up to take off their condoms, their cocks still partially
hard, and Sara burst into a fit of giggling. She couldn’t say why,
except that she felt so worn out, and giddy, and happy. Then Kelsey
joined in until both of them couldn’t stop laughing.

Theo and Jason exchanged looks. “Slave
girls,” Jason said, shaking his head. “I think the disco ball might
be messing with their brains.”

Theo stood back to admire the view as Sara
snuggled against Kelsey in the glow of twinkling lights. “Better
than Christmas, wouldn’t you say? Better than the Citadel,
sûrement
. All in all, I’d say this was a very enjoyable
night.”

Chapter Ten:
Mon Dieu

Jason spooned the two women off to dreamland
while Theo circled the room, putting away toys and extinguishing
candles. When he got to the last one, he picked it up, beckoned
Jason, and headed out of the room.

Jason left the girls in their sleeping
embrace and followed him to the kitchen. “I always want to smoke
after really good sex,” Theo said. “I want a cigarette so badly,
but I promised Kelsey, never again. So I eat instead, or drink
wine.” He gestured to the chair across from him and Jason accepted
a glass along with a buttery, flaky croissant. He was either really
hungry, or it was the best croissant he’d tasted in his life.

“Where do you get these?” he asked. “You make
them?”

“No. Buy them at the shop. Only in Paris. In
Marseille, we haven’t found any as good. Kelsey says if we stay in
Paris much longer, she’ll gain too much weight.”

“Ha. That girl can eat anything. She has the
magic metabolism. Does she still eat those straws full of
sugar?”

“Licky Stix? When she’s a good girl, she gets
them,” he said with a smirk. “Speaking of good girls, what a
delightful little slave you have. I’m her coach, so I know she’s a
good trapezist, but the rest...” His eyes widened. “Such a pervert.
I never knew.”

“I was Kelsey’s coach once upon a time, and I
never knew either. Although I think with Kelsey, you had quite a
hand in perverting her.”

“I trained her to my liking, yes. It was a
process. It’s always a process, but with some, it’s easier than
others.”

“With Sara, it’s been completely natural.
We’ve been perfect for each other from the start, like someone knew
exactly what we wanted and created it in the other person. I’ve
never experienced anything like it.”

He was gushing like an idiot. And to Theo
Zamora, no less. If someone had told him three years ago that he
and Theo would be friends one day, sharing partners and talking
about relationships, he would have politely advised that person to
fuck off.

“Are you going to collar her?” Theo
asked.

Jason shifted, frowning down into his glass.
“I don’t think so, only because she had to wear a collar when she
worked at the club. So much baggage there. I was thinking about
something a bit more permanent.”

“Nipple piercings?”

“No,” Jason snorted. “An engagement ring. I
mean, when the time is right.”

Theo’s eyes widened. “Really? Already?”

“Yes, already.”

Theo raised his glass in a toast.
“
Félicitations.
I understand, you know. Sara is a jewel,
something special. When I found Kelsey, it was like finding
treasure. I wanted to keep her. It didn’t take long for me to
know.” He took a deep drink, then asked, “What is this club you
speak of, with the collar? A Paris club?”

Shit.
If Jason wasn’t so buzzed and
sexed out, he wouldn’t have mentioned it. Now Theo stared at him
with one eyebrow raised.

“Don’t tell anyone,” Jason sighed. “But Sara
used to work at a sex club in Mongolia. A BDSM club.”

“What?” Theo gawked.

“She wasn’t
working
there, like in the
private rooms,” Jason clarified. “Just waitressing to supplement
her income. I met her there before I ever scouted her.”

“And by ‘met her,’ I suppose you mean you
hooked up?”

“Unfortunately. Or fortunately. If we hadn’t,
she wouldn’t have known where to find me after Baat shot down the
initial offer.” He paused, remembering the sexual intensity of
their first encounter. “It made the scouting side of things
awkward, but I have no regrets.”

“Wow.”

“I shouldn’t have said anything. This
wine...” He pushed it away. “Don’t tell her you know. She wasn’t
happy about working there.”

“Poor Sara.” Theo traced a jagged scar in the
tabletop. “But we all have skeletons in our past.”

“Skeletons in our closet.”

“What?”

“The expression is—”

Theo waved a hand. “Skeletons, shadows,
spectres
, whatever. Do you know, she told me outside it was
time to let Minya’s ghost go?” He turned away, shaking his head.
“She has a mouth on her sometimes, that one.”

“She does,” said Jason. “In this case, I
think she hit pretty close to the truth.”

Theo was silent a moment, then he leaned
back, crossing one leg over the other. “I have peace with Minya,
most of the time. As for Sara, all she wants is to stay here by
you. She’ll throw a thousand ghosts under the bus to do it, to get
her Paris trapeze act.” He pursed his lips, thinking. “Maybe she
can do something else. You can help her make an acrobatic routine.
She’s very strong. She would learn quick.”

“No. Sara belongs in the air. Anyway, I can’t
sleep with her and be her coach.”

“
Merde
,” Theo drawled at Jason’s look.
“Yes, I’m her coach, but I did it for her. Poor Sara, turned out
from the Citadel by Le Maître himself, when she was so excited to
go.” He stared at the guttering candle. “I don’t understand why
Michel wouldn’t allow her there. He allows everyone, especially
those he’s fond of. It makes no sense.” He passed his fingers
through the flickering flame, once, twice.

“Self-preservation,” said Jason. “He doesn’t
want to be tempted by her.”

“I don’t think so. He loves to torment
himself with what he can’t have. Remember the Venezuelan dancer
with the exceedingly faithful wife? He invited them to everything.
I think he would have moved into their house if they let him.”

“Maybe he was having an off night. Maybe he
was on something. Maybe he looked over and thought she was the
devil.”

Theo sucked his teeth. “First of all, no one
could ever mistake Sara for the devil. And second, Michel never
plays under the influence. He was sober as the grave.”

“What did Sara say on the way out of the
club? About him not liking her?”

“She says he doesn’t like her, but I think
it’s the opposite.” Theo paused. “I think he likes her too much.
The way he studies her… They’re two of a kind, in a way. Both
reckless, strong and persistent. And they both have those same pale
blue eyes.”

The candle flame lengthened as it reached the
end of the wick. Jason stared at it, turning Theo’s words over in
his head.

Those same pale blue eyes...

Jason and Theo blinked at each other as the
candle fizzled and went out.

“
Mon Dieu
,” Theo breathed. “
C’est
possible
?”

Jason gripped his head, reeling with a
thousand emotions. Confusion, shock, disbelief. Fury like a burning
ache. He shot to his feet and stumbled over to the living room,
pacing in circles.

Blue eyes.

The same pale blue eyes.

“She’s his daughter,” Jason said. “Jesus
fucking Christ. She’s Lemaitre’s daughter.”

“Be quiet,” said Theo. “You’ll wake her.”

“Oh my God.” Jason collapsed on the couch,
burying his face in his hands. Sara was Michel Lemaitre’s daughter.
It all made sense now, the way he knew how to pronounce her name
the very first day, his anger when he found her at Jason’s, his
close attention to her training, his refusal to allow her in the
club. And those pale blue eyes any idiot could have matched
together.

“Why didn’t I see it until now?” he groaned.
“It’s so obvious. Why didn’t I suspect something?”

“None of us suspected,” said Theo, walking
over with Jason’s glass of wine. “They don’t look alike, and
Lemaitre doesn’t seem old enough to have a grown daughter. He’s
always treated her with such...professional distance.”

“God damn him.” Jason threaded his hands
through his hair. He had to calm down. If he stomped around and
ranted, he’d scare Sara and ruin her pleasurable memories of the
night. He drained his glass but the alcohol didn’t have any
soothing effect. Theo sat across from him, deep in thought.

“Why wouldn’t he tell her?” he asked Jason.
“Why not let her know?”

“Shame. Selfishness. Sociopathic tendencies.
Pick a trait.” He put down his glass and leaned forward. “You
weren’t there, Theo. You didn’t see how she was living in
Ulaanbaatar. She had nothing, no family, no money, no choices. And
fucking Lemaitre got a twinge and sent me to bring her here for his
goddamn pleasure, so he could gaze on what he’d fucking
wrought.”

“Do you think it was that way? Do you think
he feels nothing for her?”

“Curiosity and pride. I think that’s what he
feels.” He grabbed his head again. “Fucking hell. She’s his
daughter
. She’s so sweet and lovely, and beautiful, and he
doesn’t fucking care.”