Healing The Assassin's Heart

Playing With My Pets

Note: s*x Scene could be a little much for some. Read with caution. MMF

Lyla

We pulled up to the mansion that I'd made into the Underground HQ. I liked the warm weather plus half my favorite people were here. Hanna and Tiffany also begged for us to relocate here. So I did. They had friends here at my cousin's club. Rock and Static, who they refuse to call by their road names. They are Kyle and Sean to them. More than not, one pair was over at the other pair's place. Rock and Static were here more often than at the clubhouse. Unless they were on a run or doing something for Joker. They had rooms here at the mansion.

The door opened and low and behold there was Rock and Static standing on either side of Hanna and Tiffany.

I hopped out of the truck, Tiffany and Hanna came down to greet us.

“It’s good to see you Lyla. You’ve been gone for a while this time,” Hanna said.

“Yeah, well, there was a lot to be done in Colorado. Weddings and babies, and taking care of a few things. Had to take a run-up to Canada to check on a person of interest to make sure he was following the orders he was given.”

Conner’s head snapped to me.

“You never mentioned that you visited Carson.”

I smirked at him, “Baby boy, when do I answer to you?”

He flushed and hunched his shoulders. “You don’t, I just don’t like the idea of you getting close to that ps*cho,” he grumbled.

Awe, was my man worried about me? “You know I can take care of myself,” I said.

“I know. But, I love you and I don’t like the thought of you being around someone so delusional.”

“I know,” I said. “I promise, he didn’t know I was there.”

I squeezed his arm and turned back to the girls.

“I’ll be gone again soon. I’m leaving more of the responsibility to you, Hanna. You’re almost eighteen. By twenty-one, I want to just be behind the scenes again. The assassins need to see that you will be the one in charge. They will answer to you. I’m here for about a week then, Conner and I will be making our way back to Colorado. These two are our new maids. Where did you put them?”

“The attic. It’s big enough for both of them with extra room for them. I’ve also taken the liberty of choosing two guards, one a day guard, the other a night guard to watch their door. From the way you said servant, I guess they didn’t volunteer for the job,” Hanna said.

“You guessed right. You won’t have too much trouble from them. They have no tongue. A guard is to watch them at all times. They are to clean whatever you need. Now, let’s eat. I’m sure Juan has something delicious for us.”

“Yes, he went full on Mexican tonight. Tacos, enchiladas, rice and beans and margaritas for the adults, of course,” she said with a wink.

Aimie and Gloria were taken away as we walked to the dining room. It was good to be home. I could relax here without constantly being on my guard. It was like taking a vacation for me. Now that I felt safe, my thoughts turned to Conner. He’s been here before, he keeps to himself. I have a shed in the back just for him to do some woodwork if he wants.

What I wanted though now that we were finally here and not on the road babysitting two menaces to society was some f*cking d**k. It’s been too long. But I also needed something more than just Conner. As we ate, I slowly put my hand on his thigh. I felt him tense. Without even looking at him, as I shoveled some rice in my mouth, I moved my hand up his leg until I came to his hardened c*ck. He was always ready for me. I smirked. I felt him and squeezed him. He choked a little on his drink. I turned my head to look at him as Hanna, and Tiffany talked to Rock and Static.

“Tonight we play, baby boy. It’s been too long since we have. Do you want a man or a woman?”

“Whatever you want,” he whispered to me. His eyes glazed.

I chuckled. I had something in mind.

I took out my phone and sent a text to one of my pets that lived in the back of the mansion in the Pet House.

“We’ll be busy the rest of the night. I do not want to be disturbed with anything until tomorrow,” I said to Hanna.

“Yes, Lyla. Do you care if we go out tonight with Sean and Kyle?”

I smirked at Hanna. I was technically her guardian, she always asked for permission even though I had told her she didn’t need to. They had already graduated from high school. With all the tutors they had, they were extremely accomplished. I even had fake IDs made for them that could pass any test that I gave them for their 17th birthday.

“Stay out of trouble. If you do end up needing bail, call Joker.”

They giggled and the boys laughed.

“Come on, pet, let’s go play.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I winked at the young ones and we left the table. I took Conner to our bedroom. I started stripping instantly and told him to do the same.

“We will shower, and I will let you use me any way you want for the next half hour, then your ass is mine.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said. He was all but vibrating, his face was flushed, he was breathing hard, his d**k was standing proud. I pulled him into the shower after turning it on. The hot water hit us at the same time he picked me up and slammed his mouth to mine. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my hands speared through his hair and I yanked at his strands, making him moan. A couple of months ago, he asked me to install a seat at head level to sit me on so he could devour my p*ssy. My boy was inventive, that is something I'd never thought to do. It was custom-made. The back of the seat was bolted into the wall, the actual seat part was narrow, the inventive part were the leg holders. It kept me spread while he could stand and put my legs over his shoulders and still have use of his hands.

I sat spread while he stared, his eyes roaming all over me. I’ve had men lust for me before, but none of them looked at me the way Conner did, with so much devotion and love.

“Tick tock, baby boy,” I said.

He snarled at lunged for my p*ssy. His tongue licked me up and down between my lower lips and circled my c**t. I moaned, with pleasure, he was so good at this. His hands came up and cupped my breasts and rolled my n*pples between his thumbs and pointer fingers. Plucking at them with small tugs. I loved it when he played with my t*ts like this and ate me out at the same time. He speared his tongue into me and f*cked me mercilessly. His tongue was long and thick and filled me just right. He twirled his tongue doing some trick that had my legs shaking.

“F*CK! CONNER!” I screamed as my orgasm slammed into me. I grabbed a fistful of his hair and ground myself against his face. He moaned as he cleaned up my juices. Then he plucked me off the chair.

“On your knees, Mistress,” he rasped out.

I smirked as I stared at him, my eyes locked on him as I lowered myself for him. He was the only one I did this with. Never would I get on my knees for any of my other pets. Conner was special, my very favorite. I won’t even touch another pet anymore without him with me. He’s also the only one I’d let take that demanding tone towards me.

“You will f*ck my face with abandon. Do as you wish, baby boy.”

He groaned long and loud as I took him all the way to the back of my throat. He grabbed my head and held me still as he thrusted with long strokes in and out of my mouth. I put my hands on his thighs to keep myself grounded. I used to be a pet. It’s how I was taught, and I can go into subspace fast. I didn't want to lose control tonight. I only allow myself to lose control on Conner’s birthday. That was my present to him for his first birthday with me. I let him do whatever he wanted, and I enjoyed every bit of it. He was very good with clamp play.

I swallowed around him continuously as he drove his c*ck in and out of my throat. His groans were loud, I kept my eye contact with him as he watched himself plunder my mouth.

“Lyla,” he gritted, he called me that when he was about to c*m. I didn’t mind when he loses himself. I moaned, his head fell back, he was so close. I brought a hand to his tight balls and pulled his sac away from his body. I popped off his c*ck and looked at him.

“Not yet, baby, I want you to c*m inside me,” I said. “Then you will step out still connected to me, plugging all that creamy c*m up and lay me down on our bed. Bruce will be waiting for us.”

His eyes flashed. He liked Bruce and now I knew why. He was a dead ringer for Kellen, only Bruce had dark blond hair and no scar. Besides that, he was Kellen’s doppelgänger.

He picked me up fast and slammed me down on his jutting c*ck. I moaned as I held on to him. He had my legs thrown over his arms as he f*cked me up and down on his beautiful c*ck.

Faster and faster he moved me, his jaw tightened, I leaned forward and sunk my teeth into his shoulder as my orgasm rolled through me. I clamped down on his c*ck hard. He roared as he came, and then little whimpers came from his throat as he kept c*mming a little longer. We were both pent-up. He held me tight to him as he stepped out. He was still so hard. I knew from our previous play that when he was like this, he’d go all night if I let him.

He walked us into our room. Bruce was standing, legs spread, naked, one hand on top of the other crossed in front of his hard c*ck. He was bigger than Conner but only by an inch. He would do nicely tonight for both of us. His head was lowered, his eyes on the ground. Good, just as he was trained to be.

Conner stayed connected to me as he leaned over and laid me on the bed.

“Bruce, I have a treat for you, come eat Conner’s c*m out of me.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Conner, do as you wish with Bruce.” He smiled at me and slipped from my p*ssy.

I spread my legs wide as Bruce stood in front of me.

“Do not drop to your knees,” Conner said. “Bend at the waist.”

Bruce spread his legs and bent at the waist. He licked the leaking c*m from my entrance, and I grabbed his hair and smashed his face into me as I started to hump his mouth.

I watched as Conner grabbed his c*ck and, using his and my c*m as lube, notched himself at Bruce’s hole. He slowly penetrated him and Bruce moaned. My pets were always ready. It was a requirement. They wore plugs daily, keeping themselves ready for my pleasure. It didn’t matter that I wasn’t here often anymore. They knew to be ready.

Conner’s eyes practically crossed with bliss as he slammed in and out of Bruce’s ass. Bruce was vibrating with pleasure as he worked his tongue in and out of me.

“Do not c*m, pet, not until Conner and I do.”

He mumbled, and I knew he was saying, ‘yes Mistress,’ my pets were trained well.

It took a while for Bruce to make me c*m, he wasn’t as good as Conner, but he finally got me there. My body arched as I held on to him to keep him in place. Conner’s hips smacked against Bruce, the sound echoing around the room.

“Lyla, Mistress, may I c*m?” Conner gasped.

“Do you need it, baby boy? Do you need to c*m desperately?”

“Yes,” he groaned.

I let go of Bruce and moved away from him. He braced himself with his hands as Conner thrusted hard into him. I used my hand to gather the rest of my wetness, Conner’s c*m and Bruce’s saliva, and I moved to stand beside Bruce. I leaned over and gripped Bruce’s c*ck, he moaned loudly.

“Pound him hard Conner, make him feel you all day tomorrow.”

Conner growled, his fingers whitening as he pounded Bruce’s ass. I started jerking Bruce with my slicked up hand.

“Mistress?” Bruce whined.

“C*m for your Mistress and Master, Bruce, choke your Master’s c*ck.”

Bruce moaned as he came in my hand. His ass clamping down on Conner’s c*ck. Conner’s hips stuttered, and he threw his head back with a shout as he came hard in Bruce’s ass. Conner took a hand and smacked Bruce hard on his left ass cheek. Bruce spurted a little more in my hand and whimpered. Bruce was a pain sl*t, he loved pain. Conner’s hand print bloomed on Bruce’s cheek in a glorious red welt.

Conner pulled out and went to the bathroom. I took a plug from my bedside drawer and plugged Bruce’s ass up.

“You did well, pet. Go and find your favorite and have them eat your ass. That is your reward.”

“Yes, Mistress. Thank you,” he said with a polite bow and then left.

I walked to the bathroom and peed as Conner showered. I then hopped in and moved his hands away from his body. I lathered my hands up and washed my baby boy.

“I love you,” he whispered as he pulled me close. He liked to cuddle, I only let him do it with me. I wrapped my arms around his waist and laid my head just below his pecks.

“I know you do. You’re my special pet. You’re the only one I need. You say the word and I will get rid of them all.”

“No. I don’t mind. I like to play too.”

I looked up at him. He looked at me and smiled. I felt my heart simply melt. Was this love? I didn’t know. But I knew Conner was special and my favorite.