Wish Her Well (12 page)

“How did you know which key I had?”

“I threatened and bribed the attendant to make sure you got that envelope. Open it.”

She un-tucked the flap, pulled out the slip, and unfolded it to see the pre-printed portion followed by Thomas’s neat, precise handwriting filling in the blank.
I wish you would: bend over that throne
.

It took her a moment to understand, to remember what happened on their throne room set during the trial run when she’d completely taken over the set. Thomas had threatened that if she kept it up, she might find herself bent over the throne.

Her eyes strayed from Thomas’s wish to the man himself. It surprised her that he not only remembered that day, but finally planned to deliver on that threat. “Too bad there’s no throne in here.”

“There’s no rule that says we have to stay in this room.”

Oh, God. How soon could they get to the throne room set? “What’s the wish in your envelope?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t look.”

He handed it over and while she opened the envelope, he tugged at orchid silk, drawing her a couple steps closer. Seeing the heat gathering in his eyes, she almost forgot the envelope entirely.

Those smoldering eyes were on her mouth when he asked, “What’s it say?”

She unfolded it. Pre-printed was
I wish you would:
Handwritten after it was
plug my ass, then spank me.

He made a whimpering sound. “I’m pulling rank. I get to do that to you. On the throne.”

She drained her champagne glass, set it down, then took his hand. Out the service door they went, back down to ground level and across the quad to the soundstage building. With her and Thomas booked into the Parlor Game, their throne room set was empty. They barely made it inside before Thomas pulled one strap of black-orchid silk over her shoulder and let the fabric slither down her arm, exposing a breast.

He bent his head to take the nipple into his mouth, suctioning on hard and sending a nitrous boost to her pussy. Hot and swelling already, the deep, sweet ache intensified while she dug her fingers into his hair, hanging on. Meanwhile, he drew the other strap down, allowing the dress to cling at her hips a moment before slithering to the floor.

Not gentle. So not gentle as he applied one hand to her other nipple. His free hand forced its way between her legs, and only then did she realize how far ahead of her he was; he was burning already, a very passionate man who, for once, wasn’t worried about reining it in or hiding the strength of his desire for her. Barely this side of uncontrolled, and if they were ever to get to the throne and play out their wishes, she was the one who had to keep them on track.

All it took was one word. “Throne.”

He muttered but relented, sweeping her off her feet and carrying her the remaining distance to the throne. He put her down and ordered her onto her hands and knees atop the throne’s thickly padded base.

After a kiss between her buttocks that left her whimpering and aching, he went into the treasure chest before turning his attention her way again. He didn’t immediately go for the plug. Instead, he set about setting her on fire by degrees with feather-light kisses and licks and touches to her buttocks and labia. It was a nice, affectionate start but her chemicals soon had her spreading her knees wider and tilting her pelvis down to invite rougher, more invasive exploration.

Thomas reached over to take hold of her wrist. “Rub your pussy for me.”

She raised her right hand off the throne and went under between her legs. Thomas backed up a couple steps to watch as she parted her pussy lips with her middle finger, and began to rub. She had to close her eyes and take a deep breath, focusing on not letting the arousal get the better of her, but of course that was a futile hope. The sensual electricity came to life after only a moment, and with no prompt from Thomas, she curled up two fingers and hooked them into her pussy.

“Ah, man,” he breathed. “I am so glad you never listen to me.”

She pushed her fingers in as far as she could, and closed her eyes, feeling a fresh surge of ferocious arousal, knowing she was turning him on.

She just as quickly had to stop banging herself when he lowered his head to tongue her anus. So wet now she could feel the slick heat leaking from her pussy, she pressed back against him, relaxing as much as she could.

Only then did he lift his head and substitute a well-lubed finger for his tongue. Mercifully cautious at first, giving her time to get relaxed again, though she pressed against his hand more than once while he played at banging her ass. Soon two fingers were twisting and pumping in a maddening friction that stung and tingled and made her want to forget the wishes, turn around, take firm hold of his shaft and suck and provoke until he sank the hard length of it into her cunt.

Even while her thoughts turned ever wilder, another voice inside preached control. Control the chemicals, let him have fun. It all felt so good and he would make it even better, eventually.

Back in a better mindset, she murmured and gasped while he began to insert something new. Instead of a straight-up butt plug, he used a ball wand. It was a long rod of solid silicon balls very small at the start, growing larger in size toward the end. Well lubed, the first few slipped in easily but Thomas had to take his time with the larger ones. She thought she might lose him for a while as he grew more and more aroused, watching bigger and bigger balls disappear inside her ass.

She almost went right after him when he forced her knees even farther apart. The pressure inside grew hot and urgent, but the wish wasn’t over yet.

The first stinging slap to her right buttock made every nerve ending in her pussy and ass snap to attention. Everything clenched, and she cried out as Thomas tugged on the ball wand, pulling out one large ball.

So much sensation. It hit her like a wall, smeared her brain clear out of her head, and she was beyond orgasm as he repeated the act again. One sharp slap to her buttock and while she was still under assault by the rushing blood and pleasure, he jolted her again by tugging out another ball.

Three times. Four, until the balls were small enough that the quivering spasms inside ejected the rest of the wand. And nearly the moment Thomas brought the scalding head of his cock up against her pussy lips, she started to come. She couldn’t help it. The feel of him inside her was too much, physically and emotionally, and she was lost to it all, only registering the urgent, shocked and aroused sounds he made while she bucked and rocked him into a quick release. A powerful one, too. He wasn’t even breathing, and the only movement was the surge of his cock and balls. Everything else was rigid with exertion.

So good. It made such a difference to have that connection with him now, and as he slowly re-emerged from the release, he leaned down, gathering her up, sweeping her hair out of the way so he could kiss her neck.

Limp and pliable, she drifted while he rearranged them. Then she was in his lap on the throne, drowsy, and wishing they could stay in this peaceful, intimate cocoon.

She knew it couldn’t last. He couldn’t let it. No matter what, Derek, Ridley and Nicole were still missing.

He kissed the top of her head, and stroked her hair near one temple. “You’ve been very strong, and very patient, and I let things ride today because… Well, I was too busy today to do much about you, but I think you should reconsider leaving. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“And if I go, who looks out for you and Josh?”

“No. You don’t get to use that argument. You can’t stay because of me and Josh. Now that you know what’s going on around here, unless you leave, you’re drafted into the fight, and I can guarantee you will be asked to do things you won’t like.”

She sat up a bit so she could look him right in the eyes. “These people tampered with Nicole’s brain. They drugged her, and ruined her memory.
Erased
her. If you ask me to do something, I’ll do it whether I like it or not. And don’t presume that I won’t enjoy every second of sticking it to those bastards, whoever they are.”

Thomas shook his head. “You got brass ones, I’ll give you that. But I still wish you would think this through. Maybe talk to Josh. I think he might actually die of guilt if something happened to you. And if that sounds like I was kidding, I’m not. You don’t understand what this is doing to him.”

“He needs his friends. People he can trust. So do you. And I want to be one of those people.”

He bent his head to kiss her again and this time, the contact was gentle and ferocious at once. When he took his mouth away, he said, “Yeah, you’re right. You’re not going anywhere until we finish that table thing.”

Despite everything, she felt a smile tug at her mouth. “I thought the coffee chips were a little gratuitous.”

“You liked it.”

“Oh, God, yeah I did.”

She watched the fire reignite in his eyes, and then disappear behind steel fencing as an electronic warbling drifted their direction.

“My phone,” he said. “I gotta get that.”

Amanda climbed out of his lap and they both hurried to find his pants. They located his phone and as soon as Thomas contacted his caller, she knew something had gone wrong. The armor was returning with a vengeance as he struggled back into his clothes, stopping only long enough to grab up her dress and hand it over.

He ended the call with a brusque, “On our way,” and as soon as she was decent once more, they took off together down into the tunnels, across the resort, all the way over to the Accord offices.

A crowd awaited them, everyone shouting at each other. Jerod Hughes, Marla, Mercury, Helen, Jennifer, Fiona, Eric, Max, and a couple people Amanda didn’t even recognize.

In the middle of it stood Phillip and Josh. Amanda had seen table salt with better color.

Phillip, the worse of the pair, stood silent and as she watched, he swayed on his feet.

Thomas didn’t have to tell her what to do. While he let out an ear-splitting whistle to restore order, Amanda went straight for Phillip, and bullied him into a chair, sitting beside him and forcing him to bend forward.

Josh crouched on his other side. “Breathe, Phillip. In for four, out for six. Come on.”

Thomas, meanwhile, demanded an explanation.

Josh did the honors. Wade Fraser had called fifteen minutes ago to report that Derek O’Shay and Ridley Pierce had been found together in a hotel in Seattle, Washington.

Hotel security was alerted by a guest in the next room who heard a woman crying. When it hadn’t stopped after an hour, he called the front desk, who sent up a security guard. No one had responded to security’s knock on the door, though the crying continued. When they let themselves in, they found Derek dead, victim of an apparent accident involving autoerotic asphyxiation. Beside the bed, huddled in a corner, sat Ridley. She exhibited signs of amnesia and was unable to assist officers who first responded to the scene.

Phillip spoke, his voice cracking. “They took them all the way across the country to protect the hunting grounds. Killed Derek for coming after them, and cleansed Ridley for being too overt about DriveRate. And the way they did it. Autoerotic asphyxiation. Such contempt. It’s such a show of contempt. I can’t…”

Amanda felt her throat start to sting and her eyes to tear up. Derek was dead. She’d just been with him. Runaway chemistry and that unruly hair and the effort he’d put into hacking DriveRate... And Ridley. She might not have liked the woman, but she would never wish her such ill. Never.

She warded off the tears with a surge of vengeful anger, and took a deep breath, trying to get Phillip to do the same, pretending to a strength and presence of mind she didn’t posses while fear and dread rolled up on her like a tsunami of evil black smoke.

A correction. The enemy had made a correction.

Josh took hold of her wrist. He got to his feet, pulling her to his side and slightly behind him, the way Thomas so often did. He squeezed her hand as Thomas approached them both, lowering his head between them.

“I’m going to Arizona, then straight to Washington. Work with Scott. Find those fuckers and take back the resort. You got this?”

Josh gave him a curt nod. She nodded, too, never mind that she had no idea what would be expected of her. Now that she had rock-solid proof of the threat Harvestment presented, now that the enemy had killed someone in cold blood, nothing could take her away from this fight.

Always a pleasure...

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