even told anyone but Stryker and the founders where he lived.
She’d shucked her heels off about halfway. The temptation to spread her legs and fuck her hard, right there in the grass kept Lance’s cock hard. Stryker hadn’t said much, so he suspected he was having the same problem.
The little sub needed a good, hard fuck. No bondage. No commands. Just a sweet sub sandwich.
But her ass was off-limits for tonight. That made at least half of what Lance wanted to do impossible for now. Conditioning a vanilla sub for anal play was a responsibility they both took seriously.
“You okay back there, Jane?”
“Are you sure you know where we’re going?”
Stryker chuckled. “He’s gotten lost before.”
“Let’s just stay right here. The grass feels soft enough.” The wistfulness in her voice made Lance halt. His cock twitched in memory of his previous need.
Stryker groaned beside him. “She has no fucking clue how tempting she is right now.”
“No.”
“Any condoms on you?”
“No. You?”
“Crap no.”
“All righty then. Forward we go.” Lance made note to carry condoms from now on. “Condom dispensers would be a good idea out here.”
“Indeed.”
A soft amber glow lit the area before them. “We’re almost there.”
“Good.”
Stryker chuckled. “I don’t think high protocol is on the menu for tonight.”
“No.”
Stryker paused as they hit the sidewalk. Viviana looked at them and then down at the grass. She sighed and fell to her knees.
Lance suppressed a laugh. “Good girl, though we didn’t expect you to kneel here.”
“Then why did you stop?” She glowered at them.
“I didn’t want the sidewalk to hurt your feet,” Stryker stated.
“Oh.” She chewed on her lip as he stepped toward her and leaned down to lift her up. “I’m too heavy for you to carry.”
“No you aren’t, little one.” Stryker placed a kiss to her forehead. “Put your arm around me.”
She complied quickly and relaxed against him. Her eyes drifted shut. “She’s emotionally gone.”
“Yeah.”
Lance fumbled with the keys Stryker tossed his direction and shoved the door open. Soft lighting splayed through the room. Motion sensors were marvelous things at times like this.
Stryker stepped into the room with his precious cargo and Lance kicked the door shut. The lock clicked into place on its own.
Lance tossed the keys on the table beside the door and looked around. “Feels odd as shit to be here with you, man.”
“Can’t say I’m giddy about it myself.”
Lance chuckled. Stryker walked through the living room and down the hallway. He paused at a stairwell leading downward and glanced at Viviana. “She’s out.”
“Figured as much.” Lance looked around and glanced at his watch. “Want me to head out?”
“Nah. There are guest rooms. We’ll get her settled and start fresh tomorrow morning.”
“Think we should wake her up, in case she’s got something or someone waiting for her?”
“Hell if I know.”
Stryker headed into a room at the end of the hall and settled her onto the king-sized bed. The masculine décor of black and dark wood, not to mention the four-poster bed clued Lance in that this was Stryker’s room.
“I’m not exactly the type to let a girl stay over. Know what I mean?” Stryker asked.
“Yeah. Same here.”
Stryker jostled Viviana softly. “Hey there, little one. Do you want to wake up?”
“Shouldn’t that be a command?”
“Bite me.”
“I’ll leave that to her.”
“Good idea.” Stryker grimaced. “I’d have to shoot you.”
“I’d shoot myself.”
Viviana grumbled and turned into Stryker’s hand, cocooning his arm against her.
“Guess she’s a snuggler.”
“Ever met a woman who wasn’t?”
“Can’t say I have. You?”
“Nah. Not particularly.” Stryker sat on the bed. “Viviana.”
The voice was firm. He shook her. “You need to wake up.”
“What?” Her eyes fluttered open. “Go away.”
Lance chuckled.
She’d shucked her heels off about halfway. The temptation to spread her legs and fuck her hard, right there in the grass kept Lance’s cock hard. Stryker hadn’t said much, so he suspected he was having the same problem.
The little sub needed a good, hard fuck. No bondage. No commands. Just a sweet sub sandwich.
But her ass was off-limits for tonight. That made at least half of what Lance wanted to do impossible for now. Conditioning a vanilla sub for anal play was a responsibility they both took seriously.
“You okay back there, Jane?”
“Are you sure you know where we’re going?”
Stryker chuckled. “He’s gotten lost before.”
“Let’s just stay right here. The grass feels soft enough.” The wistfulness in her voice made Lance halt. His cock twitched in memory of his previous need.
Stryker groaned beside him. “She has no fucking clue how tempting she is right now.”
“No.”
“Any condoms on you?”
“No. You?”
“Crap no.”
“All righty then. Forward we go.” Lance made note to carry condoms from now on. “Condom dispensers would be a good idea out here.”
“Indeed.”
A soft amber glow lit the area before them. “We’re almost there.”
“Good.”
Stryker chuckled. “I don’t think high protocol is on the menu for tonight.”
“No.”
Stryker paused as they hit the sidewalk. Viviana looked at them and then down at the grass. She sighed and fell to her knees.
Lance suppressed a laugh. “Good girl, though we didn’t expect you to kneel here.”
“Then why did you stop?” She glowered at them.
“I didn’t want the sidewalk to hurt your feet,” Stryker stated.
“Oh.” She chewed on her lip as he stepped toward her and leaned down to lift her up. “I’m too heavy for you to carry.”
“No you aren’t, little one.” Stryker placed a kiss to her forehead. “Put your arm around me.”
She complied quickly and relaxed against him. Her eyes drifted shut. “She’s emotionally gone.”
“Yeah.”
Lance fumbled with the keys Stryker tossed his direction and shoved the door open. Soft lighting splayed through the room. Motion sensors were marvelous things at times like this.
Stryker stepped into the room with his precious cargo and Lance kicked the door shut. The lock clicked into place on its own.
Lance tossed the keys on the table beside the door and looked around. “Feels odd as shit to be here with you, man.”
“Can’t say I’m giddy about it myself.”
Lance chuckled. Stryker walked through the living room and down the hallway. He paused at a stairwell leading downward and glanced at Viviana. “She’s out.”
“Figured as much.” Lance looked around and glanced at his watch. “Want me to head out?”
“Nah. There are guest rooms. We’ll get her settled and start fresh tomorrow morning.”
“Think we should wake her up, in case she’s got something or someone waiting for her?”
“Hell if I know.”
Stryker headed into a room at the end of the hall and settled her onto the king-sized bed. The masculine décor of black and dark wood, not to mention the four-poster bed clued Lance in that this was Stryker’s room.
“I’m not exactly the type to let a girl stay over. Know what I mean?” Stryker asked.
“Yeah. Same here.”
Stryker jostled Viviana softly. “Hey there, little one. Do you want to wake up?”
“Shouldn’t that be a command?”
“Bite me.”
“I’ll leave that to her.”
“Good idea.” Stryker grimaced. “I’d have to shoot you.”
“I’d shoot myself.”
Viviana grumbled and turned into Stryker’s hand, cocooning his arm against her.
“Guess she’s a snuggler.”
“Ever met a woman who wasn’t?”
“Can’t say I have. You?”
“Nah. Not particularly.” Stryker sat on the bed. “Viviana.”
The voice was firm. He shook her. “You need to wake up.”
“What?” Her eyes fluttered open. “Go away.”
Lance chuckled.
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