Braden (21 page)

Justin kissed and licked some more, his tongue light and
tickling. He briefly suckled her clit, teeth scraping, then lifted away. Elisa
wiggled her hips, wanting more.

What she got was his hand. First he cupped her, warmth and
pressure, and then he patted. Little slaps and pats against her pussy and clit,
making them tingle.

She heard Braden cross to the bed. “You’re beautiful, love.”

Then they were both patting her, her legs wide apart, four
hands applying sweet pressure to her pussy, her clit on fire. Elisa rose to it,
her bound hands wanting to part, the chain frustrating her.

“Braden,” she begged. “Braden.”

“Don’t come yet,” Braden said. His voice was in her ear,
breath scalding.

“But I want to. I need to.”

Another slap on her pussy, harder this time. “Not yet.”

“Hell,
I
might come,” Justin said.

“Fucking level twos.”

“Tight-ass level threes.”

More pats to clit and pussy, moving down to her ass and the
vibrator there. Waves of climax rushed at her, blotting out all other
sensation.

“Not yet,” Braden growled.

“Please, Braden!”

“No, sweetie. Not until it will be the best coming you ever
had.”

Elisa didn’t care right now. A pretty good one would be fine
with her.

“Let her,” Justin said. “I want to see it.”

“I’m the Dom in this room. We do it the way I want it done.”

“Damn it.” Justin’s touch left her, and Elisa heard fabric
slither.

She wished she could see. Was Justin stripping down? Would
he be as hard-muscled as Braden? Would he be as erect, wanting her?

Something blunt and warm touched her nose then bumped her
lips. If this was Justin, then yes, just as erect, and pretty much as large.

“Suck him,” Braden said, his voice now coming from across
the room.

Justin got up on the bed behind her, knees on either side of
her. He gently tilted her head back, supporting it, so she could open her
throat and take him upside down.

Strange sensation. Justin’s firm cock slid between her lips
and bumped the roof of her mouth. It took her a moment to understand how she
would so this, but finally she closed her mouth and sucked.

“Oh yeah,” Justin said above her. “Damn, Braden, she’s
good.”

“She learned from the best,” Braden said. “She’s a good
librarian. This is what she means when she asks her patrons, ‘What can I do for
you?’”

“What, she takes them into the stacks and gets on her
knees?”

Elisa stopped in surprise, and Justin batted her cheek
gently. She worked him again, realizing his game.

“Sure,” Braden said, closer now. “She’s bad that way, can’t
wait for the next person to help.”

Justin groaned, his fingers tightening as he rubbed her
hair. “Mmm, makes me want to visit the library.”

Braden gave her pussy a little spank. “She likes devices
too. She wears an ass plug all day while she’s working.”

Partly true. Elisa remembered the warmth of the plug inside
her while she quietly helped her customers find the digitals they needed. The
secret knowledge that she wore the plug had kept her nipples tight with
excitement.

“I like that,” Justin breathed.

“She loves to have things up the ass,” Braden said. “Plug,
vibrator, tongue, cock.”

Elisa moved, climax rushing at her. It made her want to
suck, and she sucked hard at Justin.

“Gods, she’s beautiful.” Justin rocked into her mouth, his
hands still supporting her. “It’s been too long. Oh, sweet baby, take me.”

Braden cupped his hand hard over Elisa’s pussy. “
Now
.”

Hot, salty-smooth seed filled Elisa’s mouth as Justin gave
it up. Elisa rose, stimulated by the vibrator and, most of all, by Braden’s
firm hand. He cupped her, harder and harder, until she lost hold of Justin’s
cock in an open-mouthed scream.

She coughed, raised her head to swallow, Justin helping her.
Braden was on top of her then, riding her climax with her, hand still on her
pussy, kisses all over her face, throat, breasts.

“My sweet Elisa,” he whispered. “My sweet, beautiful lady. I
lo—”

The word cut off, lost in Elisa’s cries and Justin’s groans.
Braden kissed her again, tongue mastering her mouth, his hand doing its dance
to send her to paradise.

* * * * *

Not long after, Braden lay on his back on her bed, watching
his sweet lady come to him. She still wore the blindfold and her hands were
still bound as Justin guided her down onto Braden’s stiff cock.

Braden held her steady and pushed up into her. Her head went
back as he went in deep, her little gasp making his heart pound like crazy.

Damn the games, and damn it, why had he decided to bring
Justin? Braden just wanted to fuck. Simple, straightforward, man and woman, no
games, no elaborate preparations.

Just making love to the woman he wanted most to be with.

But what the hell? Justin was here, might as well make use
of him. Elisa would love this.

Justin let Elisa pleasure herself on Braden a few minutes
before he eased her onto Braden’s chest. Braden gathered her in his arms, the
librarian he loved.

Justin clicked off the vibrator and withdrew it from Elisa’s
ass. Elisa murmured a protest then sighed in happiness as Justin smoothed her
back opening with lube. His eyes were filled with blue, his cock as hard as
though Elisa had never sucked him off. But Justin was Shareem, reacting to
chemicals in the air, unable to stop himself.

Justin got behind her. More lube, to her and to Justin’s
cock. Ready.

“Do it,” Braden said. “This is for you, sweet Elisa.”

Elisa was already filled with Braden, her position on top
making him go all the way into her. She loved it, and she loved they way he
held her.

His hands were hot, strong, steady. She couldn’t see him,
but she could find his lips with her kiss, show him how happy he made her.

That is, until she felt Justin’s enormous hard-on at her
ass. She jumped, clenching, and Braden groaned. Elisa hadn’t minded Braden
there, but…

Justin took his cock away and his fingers soothed as they
touched her anus. “Open for me, sweetheart. That’s the way.”

Elisa’s muscles loosened on their own. Justin’s thick and
well-lubed finger slid into her. “There you go.”

Elisa kissed Braden. She opened his mouth with hers, sliding
her tongue in as she’d learned to do. Lips met, fused, Braden cupping her face
in his hands.

Elisa’s backside rose a little higher under Justin’s
ministering without her telling it to. Justin withdrew his finger, and she felt
his large tip pressing where his finger had been.

She automatically stiffened again but she made herself focus
on Braden’s kiss, the feeling of Braden’s cock, hard and long inside her.
Justin, now unimpeded, slid in.

Two of them. Inside her.

Elisa couldn’t take it. It was too much. She’d come apart.
They had to stop.

But she
could
take it. Both of them at the same time,
Braden hard in her pussy, Justin snug in her ass.

She could take it because Braden had taught her, and she’d
learned her lessons well. The touching, the spanking, the plugs, the
vibrators—all had been to ready her for this moment.

Teaching Elisa to trust Braden, to obey him whatever he told
her, was to make sure that when they did this—two Shareem inside her—it would
be the ultimate pleasure, with no pain.

It was a beautiful, beautiful feeling.

They stretched her, penetrated her, filled her. Justin
started a little rhythm back and forth, careful so he wouldn’t hurt her. Little
thrusts, designed to make her thrust back to take him.

When Elisa pulled forward, there was Braden. Thick inside
her,
all
the way inside her. Then back to Justin, filling her ass.

This pleasure was a gift Braden was giving her. Elisa needed
it, she wanted it.

Never mind that Braden called it punishment, told her that
she needed to understand what Shareem truly were.

Elisa did understand, and she embraced it.

Give this to me forever.

Braden slid the blindfold from her eyes, his own completely
blue, and Elisa smiled down at him. Justin pumped into her backside, Braden
holding her in position to give her the greatest pleasure.

Elisa squeezed in response, clamping around Braden’s cock.

“Damn you,” he grated.

Justin gave an answering groan. “She is so damn tight. This
is good.”

“I know,” Braden said. He kissed Elisa’s face. “She’s
beautiful. Squeeze him, Elisa. And squeeze me. Show us what you can do.”

Elisa squeezed. She wriggled, she thrust, she kissed. She
shoved herself down on Braden’s cock and back on Justin’s until both men were
making ragged noises.

Braden’s cock penetrated so deep. Justin’s slid even farther
into her, until she jerked and squirmed, the pressure driving her insane.

I can’t take it, I can’t.

But oh, goddess, it’s so wonderful, so freeing, like
nothing I’ve ever felt before. They’re both so huge, so deep inside me.

I’ll die if I take any more—I’ll die if I don’t.

Braden. I love him so much. I never want him out of me.

“Fuck it, I’m coming,” Justin said.

“Not yet,” Braden said. “Wait ’til she has hers.”

“I can’t. She’s too good. A sweet little peach, and I can’t
get enough of her.”

Seed suddenly filled her, Justin’s thrusts increasing as he
came, fists on her back.

Justin’s coming was different from Braden’s, who always
shouted and said dirty things, or snarled at himself for not holding off
longer. Justin was mostly silent, hips moving, hands holding her steady.

Justin pulled out in one swift stroke. He immediately wiped
her with a towel, the friction of it tingling on her ass.

And then there was only one cock. Hard, long, so deep inside
her. Braden pulled her against him, his hips moving rapidly. He kissed her,
their mouths all over each other’s, strong hands stroking her body.

Elisa kissed him again and again, sweat slick on their
bodies, Braden driving harder into her. She felt the joyous pressure of the
butt plug sliding back into her—
thank you, Justin
—then the hum of the
vibration.

The little movement, jiggling her in her backside while
Braden opened her so wide, sent her over the top.

“I love it,” she shouted. “I love it, Braden. I love you!”

She slammed down against him, rocking with the wondrous
feeling of both him and the vibrator, her words spiraling into incoherence.

Braden arched his body to push up into her, hard, his seed
barreling out of him as his shout rang to the ceiling.

They went on together, both peaking, Elisa coming apart,
Braden holding her and keeping her safe. Justin’s warm weight pressed against
Elisa’s back, his hands and voice soothing.

Together, her Shareem brought her down from her heights,
into a warm and comforting place that Elisa never, ever wanted to leave.

But when she woke, after the mind-numbing sleep she fell
into on top of Braden, both were gone. They’d cleaned up and taken everything
with them, leaving no sign that they’d ever been there.

Chapter Eighteen

“What are you doing in here?” Braden demanded a day later,
staring into the open doorway of his second bedroom. “Where’s Justin?”

Elisa turned around with a calm smile as though she were
doing nothing unusual.

Braden had just spent hours buried in ale, trying to
convince himself that leaving Elisa was the right thing to do. He comes home,
and here she is, going through the built-in drawers of Justin’s room. Putting
things in, not taking them out.

“Elisa, what the hell?”

“I’m moving in,” Elisa said. “Justin’s found another place.
This is such a small apartment I thought I’d store my things in here,
regardless of where I sleep.”

Regardless
, Braden thought, somewhere behind the
buzzing in his brain
.
Those sexy words again.

“You have a house in the Serestine Quarter,” he said. “It’s
modest for the hill, but it’s a hell of a lot nicer than this one.”

Elisa shrugged. “I’ll use it for vacation. Or rent it to
others in the Way of the Sky. Or donate it to the order. I haven’t yet decided.”

Braden braced one hand on the wall and tried to remember he
was a Dom. “This is
my
apartment, sweetheart. I decide who stays.”

“It’s not yours, actually. You rent it from the government
on sufferance. They can turn you out anytime they want. That is, they could
have, but not any longer. Not now that I’ve purchased it.”

The danger of Braden falling increased. “You
purchased it
?”

“Much of this block, actually. Your apartment is one of a
dozen in this complex. I decided I’d use this one as mine. You don’t have to
pay rent if you don’t want to. That will save you a few coins.”

Braden gave up and sagged against the doorframe. “Who said I
wanted you to buy my apartment block and give me free rent?”

Her smile didn’t fade. “It really has nothing to do with
you, Braden. I’ll need a place close to the Pas City library, and your place is
just around the corner. I requested a transfer, you see. The library down here
is small and pathetically equipped, but I intend to turn that around. I’d much
rather help people who truly need to learn than indulge highborn women who want
to look themselves up in the society archives.”

Braden’s tongue lay heavily in his mouth. It had been harder
than hell to leave her sleeping at her house two nights ago. He’d wanted to
snuggle with her until morning—getting rid of Justin first—but he’d made
himself go.

His purpose in going up to her house had been to teach her
that Shareem were difficult to take. Once would be enough. She’d have her fill
and want no more.