Succession (22 page)

Sy nods. “All right.”

“Don’t sound so excited,” Cash mutters, rolling his eyes. “Sascha, turn over and come here. I’ve got something else for your mouth.”

I obey as quickly as possible, moved along by Sy’s fingers retracting from my ass. I crawl over to Cash, who is waiting on his back, his cock hard and ready for me. I get on my knees, my ass up and ready for Sy. My whole body quivers with anticipation. I go to take Cash’s cock into my mouth, but he holds me back.

“I want to hear you when he enters you,” Cash explains, holding me by my hair.

He doesn’t wait long. I feel Sy coming up behind me, spreading me open with his hands, positioning his cock at my entrance. I try to thrust back against him, but he grips my ass more firmly. It’s clear that I’ll be waiting until he’s ready. I make a high whining sound, eager to feel him, and suddenly, my wish is granted, and I feel his thick cock filling me a second later.

I moan, too caught up to decide whether it feels good or painful, because he did enter me quickly. I can’t even adjust before he pulls out and slides in again, relentless, making me cry out. As I do, Cash pulls my head down, not quite forcing me onto his cock, but clearly giving me the idea that this is what he wants. I struggle to accommodate him, trying to take his cock as deep into my throat as Sy’s cock is in my ass.

Sy fucks me with sheer determination, like he does everything, never seeming to get too caught up in his own passion to stop him from slamming into me, hitting every spot that feels good. I wait for him to lose control, but he doesn’t. I try my best to keep up with my mouth on Cash’s cock, but I doubt I’m giving the best head ever. Still, every time Sy pounds into me and I whimper, I can feel Cash responding.

I can’t tell if they plan it, but Sy grips my hips tightly, and at the same time, Cash takes hold of my shoulders, digging his fingernails into my skin, bruising. It feels so good, I want to come. I want someone to touch my cock as well. I whimper, and I even pull off of Cash’s cock for a moment, looking up at him desperately.

“Please,” I whimper, unable to say more.

He pushes my head back down before responding.

“Don’t even think of coming yet, Sascha,” he warns as I take his cock deep into my throat again. “We will both be fucking you for a while longer.”

It makes me more excited, and I push back harder on Sy’s cock, wishing he would grant me the release that I so desperately desire. He responds by fucking me faster, but it’s still not enough.

I struggle to accommodate both rhythms, both Sy pounding in and out of my ass, and Cash thrusting into my throat. Their hands start to roam, Sy touching my hips, my legs, my back, Cash gripping my arms and touching my hair. It’s too much stimulation, and I feel tears forming at the corners of my eyes. I try to bring my leg up to rub against my cock, anything to get some stimulation there. I almost succeed, and I feel my own pleasure mounting.

“Try picking his legs up,” Cash suggests, smiling at Sy.

I moan and squirm, frustrated that he’s figured out my game.

Sy complies, wrapping his arms around my legs and pulling them up, resting them on his hips. It allows him to drive deeper into me, and I’m stuck, helpless, unable to do anything but squirm and whimper and feel them fucking me. After a while, Sy takes pity on me, pinning my leg in place with his elbow while he reaches around and grabs my cock. I freeze for a moment, too turned on to respond. I struggle to breathe, a task which is made even more difficult by the fact that Cash’s cock is wedged deep in my throat. He pulls me up by my hair so I can get some air before thrusting in again.

Sy’s hand is strong and sure on my cock, and I feel myself getting close. I’m only dimly aware that Cash has started thrusting harder into my mouth, working in time with Sy’s thrusts from behind. I swallow instinctively as I feel Cash come, his hands tightening in my hair. I glance up at him, thrilled to see the look of excitement on his face, and I continue to work his cock gently as it softens, leaving him satisfied. If Sy notices, it doesn’t have any effect on how he fucks me. He keeps going, rocking his cock in and out of me, one hand working up and down on my cock while the other keeps a firm grip on my legs.

I’m startled, to feel another hand on my cock, and Sy must be as well, because he breaks his rhythm for a second. I look up, my vision sort of blurry, and I see Cash smiling at him.

“Is this all right?” he asks, his voice sounding far away.

Sy might respond; I’m too far gone to notice. Both of them have their hands wrapped around my cock, fingers almost intertwined, and it feels better than pretty much anything in the world. Sy fucks me harder and harder until I can’t keep up, can’t match his rhythm. I relax all of my muscles, letting the feeling of Sy pounding into me wash over me, combining with the hands on my cock. A sharp scratch graces my back, and I moan helplessly, knowing it’s Cash.

“Are you ready, Sascha?” he whispers.

I moan, unable to make words happen. I feel a hand grabbing at my balls, pulling them, twisting them, and I try to squirm, but Sy holds my legs more tightly and fucks me harder.

“Please,” I manage, pressing my head into Cash’s leg, wanting to come but still wanting this to last forever. “Please, yes.”

I hear Sy saying “yes” above me, and I’m too far gone to realize or care what he’s agreeing to. I feel him going faster, harder than I thought was possible. At the same time, I feel him and Cash working my cock. Cash digs his nails into my back, drawing four sharp lines of fire, and I know it’s my cue to come. I don’t really have a choice; between Sy and Cash, I am reduced to little more than gasps and shaking muscles. As I feel myself coming, I feel Sy thrusting inside of me and staying there, coming as well. I let out a scream of enjoyment.

The three of us lie there for a while, spent and exhausted. I don’t want it to stop. Cash has started to gently stroke my hair, and Sy is relaxed against my ass and legs. After a few moments, he eases me down to lie on the bed, taking the pressure off of my knees. He slides out of me, pulls his hand from Cash’s where it rests around my cock. I want him to come back.

“I should probably go,” Sy says quietly, although I can tell he doesn’t really want to. But I guess he doesn’t really want to cuddle with me and Cash, either. I want to protest, but I won’t subject him to that sort of humiliation.

Cash doesn’t seem to have a problem with it, though, and the fact that Sy seems to be asking permission probably encourages him.

“Come here, first,” he says, soft, his hand still carding through my hair.

Sy obeys, moving a few inches closer to the head of the bed where Cash rests, arrogant and sated. I try to protest, but I’m tired and comfortable, and all that comes out is a sort of half-whimper. I manage to lift my head at least, and I look at Sy, inching closer to our master, a stoic and determined look on his face.

I think Cash is going to touch him, but he doesn’t.

“Thank you for joining us tonight,” he tells Sy quietly. “I enjoyed it, and so did Sascha, and I do hope that you did.”

Sy nods, oddly quiet, even for him.

“I think I’ve made a mistake, though,” Cash muses.

I feel myself starting to tense, wondering if the “mistake” was letting Sy fuck me at all, or if it was deciding not to have his way with Sy as well. As much as I trust Cash to take care of me, I don’t really trust him with Sy. I wish this wasn’t getting spoiled so quickly.

“Insisting that I be around to partake in the activities between you and Sascha was selfish,” Cash admits, surprising me. “He can take care of himself, and I trust him with you. If you want, in the future, you’re welcome to play with him.”

“Thank you, sir,” Sy manages, barely concealing his surprise.

I glance up, staring at Cash in shock. I wasn’t expecting this, and it’s almost too good to seem true.

“That goes for you, too, Sascha,” Cash reminds me, giving my hair a teasing tug. “Feel free to have fun. I won’t deny the two of you that.”

I grin up at him, feeling my face go red with excitement. I press my head into his leg again.

Sy gets up, taking everything that’s been said as his cue to leave, and he smiles back at me and Cash as he does.

“Oh, and Syrus?” Cash adds, right as he reaches the door.

Sy turns back, somehow managing to look dignified despite the fact that he is naked, clutching his clothes in one hand.

“Sir?” he asks.

“Don’t hesitate to join us again in the future,” Cash suggests, his smile predatory and full of lust.

“I won’t,” Sy agrees, smiling back.

I let out a breath, relieved that they finally seem to be on the same page about something.

Chapter 19
Arrangements

Something shifts after I join Sascha and our master in bed. I’ve never been involved with any of my masters in that capacity. Certainly they’ve fucked me. Whether it was out of convenience, or boredom, or to assert their power over me, most of my masters have taken that opportunity and invited their associates to do the same.

With Cashiel, it’s different. He doesn’t love me the way he loves Sascha; he barely even knows me, and he’s far above pretending. But it’s not about power or humiliation with him. He enjoyed it, enjoyed seeing Sascha explore, enjoyed seeing me relax a little. In a strange way, it makes me more comfortable around him.

When I overhear him setting up a meeting with his lawyer a few days later, I push aside the reluctance I’ve had since the talk show. I find him in his office, Sascha busy working in another room.

“Master, there’s something I need to tell you.”

He glances up at me, like he wants to spend as little time speaking to me as possible. Sascha explained that he gets too intense with his work. As usual, Sascha knows him best.

I push through the hesitation, the years of training that scream at me to shut my mouth. “At the talk show, it wasn’t just people out to hurt you. One of the men who rushed the stage, the one who left that bruise… I knew him.”

Cash nods. “Go on.”

I calm myself by remembering that he’s not the type to just kill me and dump the body somewhere. If anything, Sascha would never forgive him. “He’s a member of the 27th Street Gang, one of my former master’s associates. The one who threatened to kill me if I didn’t give him information for the Argova family.”

My master frowns, a look of unrestrained annoyance crossing his face. “You should have told me immediately.”

“Yes, sir.” I’m usually good at judging my masters’ moods, how severely they’ll punish me, but I get nothing from Cash. It’s almost worse.

“Well?” he asks. “What do we do about it? I’m certain there’s a reason you’ve told me about it now.”

I nod, hiding my relief out of habit. Relief shows you are afraid of something; fear makes you weak. “I know you’re meeting with Ms. Edson later today. With her ties to the Argova family, I thought she might be able to set up a meeting, to put something in place. The 27th Street Gang wouldn’t go against the wishes of the Argova family.”

“All right.”

I wait for the threats, the conditions, the expected payment. I wait to be reminded of my failures.

“Go get Sascha for me. I’d like to see how he’s coming with what he’s got planned. Make sure we have everything ready for the lawyer when she comes.”

“Yes, sir,” I reply. I know I shouldn’t feel so relieved, but I do.

I compose myself by the time I retrieve Sascha, and he doesn’t notice a thing.

While he and Cash talk, I am quiet, relaxing and not paying much attention. They review details that I am already aware of, consider new angles, make plans to tell the lawyer. I’ve spent years trying not to listen too closely to my masters’ conversations; it’s listening that would be the hard part.

When Edson arrives, the security team outside informs Cash, but I go to open the door anyway. It’s my responsibility, and I enjoy the opportunity to be useful. My continued presence, not to mention existence, has always hinged on usefulness. Just because I doubt Cash would discard me so easily doesn’t mean I’m willing to let that go.

Cash guides us to the dining room. He doesn’t tell me to sit, so I remain standing. The three of them settle in, and Edson gives me a curious look. She’s seen me before, but she’s not sure where. Just another bodyguard. I remember all the times I’ve seen her. She’s not the lawyer who dealt with most of my old master’s legal issues, but she has been around. Many of the interactions that my old master’s associates had with the Argova family had taken place on their territory. I’ve seen Edson coming and going, and I’ve heard her give significant advice to my old master about the shipment of the “products” that the 27s handled. Edson never referred to the drugs or slave organs by name.

“There’s been some development on the case,” Edson begins, a knowing smile on her face. “It seems that someone has been kind enough to encourage your data analyst to turn in some evidence that looks quite bad for the Miller System.”

“I’ve heard,” Cash replies.

Edson just nods, like she expected it. “This places you in a good position. From what I’ve heard from an inside source, it doesn’t harm your case. It actually strengthens it, and gets your mother out of the way, potentially.”

“But what about the rest of the data?” Sascha cuts in. “There was a lot more that didn’t get released. Whoever was behind this has to have access to that data.”

Edson smiles. “I believe it’s in our best interest to focus on the rest of the case. I have a feeling that whoever arranged for this information to come out has the same interests as we do.”

She doesn’t come right out and say it, but she may as well. She knows who pressured the data analyst, and they’re working with us. Sascha smiles, and Cash moves on quickly to the next point.

“Kristine Miller. She was upset about the information, she came by here the other day.”

“So let her hang herself,” Edson advises. “You’re not out to get her. You’re just presenting facts. How those facts get interpreted in court, or by the state… well, that’s nothing you can control.”

“She knows it was me who released the first set of data,” Sascha mentions. “She says she can prove it, she has official records, the bug she planted in our house. She might actually be able to prove that it wasn’t Cash who did it.”