Chapter 91: The Reunion, Part I

Chapter 91: The Reunion, Part I
Sophie

A soft “we are approaching the hanger, Sirs,” was heard through the raised divider just as I lifted my head from Asher’s deflating erection; his eyes were still hooded with the afterglow of his release, and his chest was rising in heavy pants.

I use the pad of my thumb to wipe the corner of my mouth to grab the remaining cum that leaked out. I placed my thumb in my mouth and licked it clean, savoring the salty taste of his juices. With a small moan, I watched his eyes darken with lust. I popped my thumb out and ran my tongue over my lips to ensure I got every last drop.

Matlock and Zion watched with rapt attention, their flies still unzipped. Despite the reprieve I just gave them, they now sport a bulbous mound between their legs hidden only by a thin layer of their boxers. My knees were painfully numb now, and I didn’t want to admit that I needed help to move. The car came to a complete stop, and the guards were getting out to secure the perimeter. The men took this moment to close up their pants.

Without a word, Asher leaned forward, scooped me up under my arms, and placed me in Matlock’s lap. I hissed at the sudden weight transfer and rubbed my knees absentmindedly. Matlock kissed my cheek, and he, too, began to rub my reddened kneecaps.

I looked around, wondering why the door had yet to be opened. Asher was staring out the passenger window, and soon, my question was answered. They were loading up the prisoners in the cargo portion of the plane. Guards were dragging bound and unconscious men from the cars and taking them to the underbelly of the aircraft, emerging moments later without the additional baggage. The same six guards made several rounds with the limp figures.

I unconsciously squeezed Asher’s hand that was resting on my leg when I saw a battered Reese being dragged across the dark pavement.

“He can’t hurt you anymore, little dove. You are safe, and we are never going to let anything happen to you again,” Asher said quietly but with a power behind it that made me feel safe. His warm words wrapped me up in a blanket I never wanted to escape.

“I know we haven’t said it enough, but fuck, Sophie, love. We are so damn proud of you. You are so strong, so brave,” Zion muttered as I felt him kiss my shoulder. Matlock kissed the top of my head, and Asher took the hand I had grasped his with, brought it to his mouth, and left a lingering kiss on my knuckles. I smiled in response, trying to hold back the tears on my already tear-stained face.

Once the tarmac was secured again, one of the guards opened the back seat. Asher exited first, and like a proper little princess, Matlock handed me over to Asher’s arms. He scooped me up and cradled me, bridal style.

“I can walk,” I said, not attempting to get down. He just chuckled and pulled me tighter to his chest, saying, “Sure you can.”

He ascended the stairs, and we entered a very fancy jet. It was as big as those super-commercial international airline planes that hold hundreds of people. Yeah, that's super big!

“Woah,” I muttered, looking around the spacious aircraft.

“Pretty neat, right?” Asher replied, grinning from ear to ear. “We rarely bring out Big Bertha, but we needed the big guns, so we dusted her wings and brought her out to play.”

There were several rows of plush white leather reclining seats, easily fifty chairs. There was a full bar in the middle, which had partitions on the side. Asher walked us through one of the sides. We passed by a stewardess, a miniature kitchen, and two bathrooms before going through another partition and entering what Asher whispered was “our suite.”

There was a private bar, a lounge area with two sofas near the windows, and eight large plush chairs, even bigger than the ones up front, with desks in the middle. There were three doors in the back, which Asher told me were the master bedroom, and two smaller bedrooms that each had their own bathroom.

At the mention of the bedrooms, I yawned big. I tried to hide it against Asher’s shoulder, but he caught it anyway. He didn’t waste any more time in setting me down in the comfortable, sweet cushions of a leather seat, buckling me in before kissing my nose. Matlock and Zion were walking around the suite, getting settled. Zion wrapped a super soft plushie blanket around my waist, stealing a soft kiss as payment.

I rolled up the sleeves of my dress, getting comfortable, and immediately heard three animalistic growls. “What the fuck?” Zion stated before marching over to me. I was baffled.

“What did I do?” I asked, but my question was answered when Zion gently took my hand in his. “Oh, yeah,” I mumbled. The fabric of my dress no longer covered my wrists, and so on my pale skin, there was an undeniable difference in coloration. The remanence of the bondage from Reese and Hunter was the shade of purple with red trimmings. I subconsciously tried to tuck my ankles under the seat. Luckily, they were covered up by my leggings and boots.

Matlock caught on to my shenanigans, and when we locked eyes, he raised his eyebrow in that ‘you know better than to hide from me, little girl’ look.

I didn’t notice Asher had disappeared until he came with a first aid kit and brought some bandages.

“I’m going to have fun slowly killing those assholes,” Zion spat under his breath, being very gentle with me in applying healing cream and bandaging the wounds. There were minor cuts from all the struggling, but it was better to be safe against possible infection.

“Her ankles need attention, too,” Matlock said as he watched from the bar. The twins just looked at me, cocking their head. I sighed and nodded my head. They quickly bandaged my ankles, and luckily, we were off shortly after that. I was lulled to sleep by the whirring of the turbo engines, snuggled peacefully into Zion’s lap.

I am not sure just how much I slept, but I was woken up by very wet, slobbery kisses on my face and a huge weight on my body. Someone’s breath smelled like spoiled meat.

“Get off of me! You stink!” I said, burying my head into my satin pillow. Wait! The last thing I remembered was being on the plane. The weight on my body only increased and moved, and a wet nose found its way under my hideout and began sniffing me. I opened my eyes and threw my pillow off my head.

“My babies!” I squealed. Ares and Anubis were growing so big. They weren’t my sweet little puppies anymore, although they were barking and bouncing on the bed like little sprites. “Okay, okay, stop!” I whined as they continued to lick my face and ask for more pets.

I heard chuckling across the room and saw the twins watching me from the sofas. I recognized the room instantly as Matlock’s. We were home. But I couldn’t enjoy my homecoming because these big fur balls created chaos.

“Aren’t you going to help me!” I screamed as I was assaulted by puppy fur in my face once more.

“Nope!” the twins said in unison, enjoying the show.

“Meanies!” I squealed while trying to calm down my dogs. It took them a solid ten minutes to settle down, and then, only then, did Asher pull out a special dog whistle and blow it, making the dogs heel the command and go straight to him, sitting like trained soldiers.

“Really? You could have used that like ten minutes ago, bastard,” I huffed.

“What did you just call me?” Asher asked with a raised eyebrow. Although he looked very intimidating, his tone was playful.

“I called you a bastard. Deal with it, hot shot!” I said and squealed as I furiously tried to detangle my limbs from the covers and get off the enormous bed as Asher sprinted towards me. I almost reached the end of the bed when Asher grabbed my exposed ankle and pulled me back.

“AH!” I screamed. He immediately went for the kill shot and began to tickle my belly button. He shifted so he was now straddling me and continued his assault on my belly until I was so out of breath with my laughter that I thought I was going to pass out from lack of oxygen. “MERCY!” I shout, and he stops.

“Thought so!” he said with a smirk before kissing my lips. Oh, how I missed the best good-morning kisses. “Good morning, little dove,” he whispered next to my ear.

“Good morning, Master,” I sang breathlessly, kissing his cheek closest to my face.

“Hmmm, yes, it is going to be a wonderful morning,” he said with a knowing grin. I narrowed my eyes at him. He was planning something.

“Want to play a game?” he suddenly asks, lust filling his eyes. Before I could respond, he got off me and helped me stand. We walk over to Zion, whom I greet with an equally passionate good-morning kiss.

“Here, little dove. You are to pick three balls, and we will do whatever it says inside,” Asher said enthusiastically. He held a basket with small golden plastic eggs.
I cautiously grabbed three eggs from the middle of the bucket.

Egg one reads: how many orgasms can you make baby girl get within ten minutes? No cock, dildo, or penis-shaped vibrator. Who will win?

“Holy shit! That’s hot,” I whispered. A hard swat on my ass from Asher and his “language” warning was the least of my problems. I was about to explode into the dark abyss of climax.

One hour later…

“Holy Mother Fucking Goddess!” I scream as another orgasm races through my body like a lightning strike hitting my core, sending shock waves through every molecular cell in my body. That orgasm was the biggest and fastest one yet, my juices overflowing. Asher is lapping it up with his tongue on my very sensitive bud while his fingers continue to stroke my pulsing walls. Every tongue lick has me jerking my hips upwards, feeling another orgasm building.

“Annnnnd…. Time!” Zion calls out. Asher stops immediately, licking his lips while I am panting like I just sprinted against a damn cheetah. He was so close to one more, but I couldn’t help but send a silent appreciation to any deity listening because I was done.

“I counted four,” Matlock says, sitting on the sofa with a drink in his hand. He had come in right before we started.

“Yep!” Asher agreed with the biggest triumphant smile on his lips. “It’s a tie, Dad!”