Tales of the Shareem, Volume 2

by Allyson James

  “I told you last time. Shareem like their ladies bare. Didn’t you know that?”

  “That wasn’t in any database about you. I checked especially.”

  Braden chuckled. What a cute, sassy mouth. He needed to kiss it.

  Braden pulled on the chain until she tilted her head back. He leaned down and bit her lower lip then he moved his mouth over hers.

  Beautiful, warm kiss. Elisa had learned how to do this last night, and her tongue flicked up into his mouth. Braden suckled her tongue in hard little strokes, and she tried to suckle his back, the little sweetheart.

  Braden explored a bit then dropped kisses around her mouth. He nibbled her lips before plunging his tongue between them again. Her tongue met his, Braden’s stroking and swirling, licking all of her mouth.

  When he finally pulled away, her lips were red and moist, her eyes half closed. Elisa reached for him again, but Braden used the chain to pull her away from him. She made a noise of frustration.

  “Don’t want to get you too raw too quick,” he said. “We’re going to do a lot more, don’t worry.”

  “Braden.” Elisa’s eyes held eagerness. “I’ve decided that I want to suck your cock.”

  Braden’s heart missed a beat then started banging away again. “Whoa, baby. It’s me who gives the commands.”

  “I wish to learn what it feels like.”

  I wish to learn. Oh gods, she was going to kill him.

  “My librarian, you are impossibly sweet.”

  “I just wanted you to know,” she said. “In case.”

  In case what? He loved looking at her eyes, watching the green flecks. Braden leaned forward and eased her eyes closed with kisses, enjoying the feel of her lashes on his lips.

  “All right, love. If that’s what you want.”

  “It is what I want,” she whispered.

  Braden kissed her. “As you like to say, very well.”

  It was all kinds of well. Braden drew his tunic off over his head, threw it to the floor, unfastened his loincloth and let it fall. His cock stuck straight out, happy to be free.

  “Kneel,” he said.

  Elisa’s eyes widened. “Right here?”

  Braden’s hand tightened on her chain. “Yes, here. In the front hall. Now.”

  Before she could respond he used the chain to gently ease her to her knees. With his other hand he brushed the singing sphere, making it shimmer with lovely music.

  Elisa studied the cock in front of her, the intensity of her gaze making Braden’s entire body tighten. Then she leaned forward and softly blew on him.

  Gods, where had she learned that?

  Next, she licked the tip. Fuck.

  “Suck it, baby,” Braden said. “Put your mouth around it and suck hard. Suck for all you’re worth.”

  Elisa licked the tip again, ignoring him. “You taste good.”

  “You are so asking for a spanking.”

  She slanted him a little smile. “Maybe.”

  Braden’s cock jerked. She was learning, yes she was. Soon she’d be a cute, sassy little sub, deliberately disobeying him and daring him to discipline her. He couldn’t wait.

  “Suck,” he said.

  Elisa kissed his tip one more time. Then she opened her mouth and drew him deeply inside.

  *** *** ***

  Elisa was right about how he’d taste. Beautiful.

  She had to open her mouth as wide as she could to accommodate him. Braden’s cock was heavy on her tongue, the tip touching the roof of her mouth.

  It felt strange, this large thing inside her, but Elisa wiggled her tongue on the underside, loving the salty taste of his skin. Braden groaned when she did that, and Elisa’s joy surged.

  She wrapped her lips more tightly around the shaft and gave an experimental suck.

  The soft noise Braden made encouraged her. She must be doing it right. She suckled some more, liking the unusual sensation of his slick but firm flesh.

  Elisa pulled her mouth from around the cock and licked her way down his shaft. The cock nudged her face as she went, Braden’s hand rigid on the chain.

  “You shaved yourself,” she said, studying the bare skin at the base of his cock. She blew a soft breath on his balls, his scrotum also bare of hair.

  “The better for you to reach me, darlin’.”

  Elisa snaked her tongue under his balls and licked. She had no idea what she was doing, but Braden’s reactions told her how to proceed. He liked her blowing on him, liked her tongue rubbing between his balls, liked the little nibbles on his staff. Best of all, he liked her fully in his mouth.

  She loved the taste, the feel, the smell of him. She knew she couldn’t have this wonderful man in her life forever, so she determined to enjoy Braden to his full while she could.

  He was certainly full. Elisa closed her mouth over his cock again and suckled him while she played with his balls with her fingers. He liked that too.

  Braden stroked her hair, moving his hips a little as she licked and explored. He still had hold of the chain, and though he didn’t pull it, she could feel him through the collar, a connection between herself and him.

  This was why he’d feasted on her, she realized as she gripped his hips and went on. Having him fill her mouth, tasting every part of him, feeling him react to what she did was wonderful.

  He rocked faster, his cock moving in her mouth.

  “Sweet librarian,” he said. “Gods, you’re good. You’re fucking good.”

  Braden threaded a hand through her hair as he arched to her. It was heady, having this big man—a Shareem no less—reacting to what she did to him.

  Elisa traced her tongue around his head, loving the ridge of the flange, the little slit in the tip. She could only take so much in her mouth, and her fingers found the larger end of his shaft, the hot tightness of his balls.

  The chain clinked in his hand. He smelled salty and hot, tasted of sweat and musk. His cock was rigid in her mouth, yet the tip was smooth against her tongue. The balls were tight enough that she could ring them with her fingers.

  Braden groaned. The music of the singing sphere sounded again—Braden had touched it.

  She felt his coming begin, small pulses in his balls, the rock of his hips.

  “No,” he moaned. “Damn it, not yet. Oh shit.”

  Hot seed suddenly flooded her mouth. Elisa checked her instinct to pull away and relaxed, letting the liquid fill her. When she could take no more, she swallowed, enjoying the smooth, slightly salty taste of him.

  After the last had trickled in, Elisa drew back and wiped her lips, smiling up at him.

  Braden braced himself on the wall, his hand still clenched around the chain. His eyes were half closed, his face flushed, his breathing ragged.

  He helped Elisa to her feet, and then Braden closed his arms around her, pulling her against his sweat-slicked body.

  They stayed together like that, skin to skin, warmth to warmth, arms around each other, while the notes of the singing sphere floated and sang, then whispered away into nothing.

  *** *** ***

  Braden had brought a shaver with him. “On the bed,” he said, after he’d led her upstairs, holding the chain all the way.

  Elisa lay down on her bed, the sheets cool on her back. She spread her legs for him, the chain from the collar snaking between her breasts. Braden turned on the shaver, which made a pleasant, buzzing noise.

  “Will this hurt?” she asked.

  Braden clicked off the shaver and looked at her in impatience. “What did I tell you, sweetheart, about trusting me?”

  “Then it won’t hurt?”

  Braden thunked the shaver to the bedside table. “Turn over.”

  “Why? I was only asking.”

  Braden took up the chain. “I said, turn over.”

  Elisa sucked in a breath and rolled over on the bed. She quivered, waiting, but all Braden did was caress her buttocks with his warm hand. She closed her eyes, enjoying.

  He gave her four swif
t spanks. Elisa held in her squeal until he leaned down and bit her.

  He didn’t command her to roll back over again, he simply stepped back and waited.

  Elisa turned face up again, pretending she’d learned her lesson, and resumed her position with legs spread. Braden clicked on the shaver, smoothed her hair with his fingers, and touched the shaver to her.

  The hair came away without pulling or pinching. Elisa moved as the shaver worked, the vibration feeling good.

  Braden finished, clicked off the shaver, and smoothed lotion over her pussy. She wriggled her hips, her skin warming at his touch.

  “You’re pretty,” Braden said. “All bare for me.” He leaned down, kissing what he’d just shaved. His breath caressed her clit.

  “Why is it better if I’m bare? I trust you,” she said quickly. “I’m just curious.”

  “Same reason I shaved myself for you. Nothing between you and me.”

  “I liked how it felt.”

  Braden dropped slow kisses on her clit and nuzzled his way down to her opening. “You liked the shaver’s vibrations.” He licked her, making a noise of satisfaction when he found her wet.

  “Yes, I did.” Warm, sweet, tingling, much like when he spanked her.

  His tongue was slow, hot, raking sensations through her. She lifted to him, wanting his tongue, wanting him to drink her as he’d done in the tub.

  “I have something for you,” he whispered.

  He gave her one last kiss on her pussy then sat up. Elisa watched the play of naked muscle as Braden reached to take a small device from his bag. His skin shone with sweat, his dark lashes flicking as he looked from the device to her.

  He touched a switch, and the thing buzzed like the shaver.

  Braden sent her a smile of such wicked intensity that Elisa went hot all over. He could stun someone at ten paces with that smile.

  She felt a delicate touch on her clit then the warm sensation of vibrations. Elisa’s body rose toward the feeling as Braden smoothed the device over the pussy he’d just shaved.

  His smile widened, and he slid the vibrator inside her.

  A wide lip kept the device from going all the way in, letting it rest snugly against her opening. Inside, it moved with a steady hum, buzzing her walls, feeling wicked and warm.

  Braden kept smiling. He didn’t touch her, he simply watched, eyes so blue, liking what he saw.

  The little vibrator kept up its steady tremor, driving her crazy. “I want you inside me, Braden. Please?”

  “Mmm. Not yet.”

  “Why not? This makes me want you. Please, Braden.”

  He leaned to her, his warmth sliding around her. “Not yet.”

  Elisa moved her hips. The vibrator pulsed at a rapid, even beat, making her want to squeeze it and pull it deeper inside her. She knew she wanted to pull Braden inside instead, but he only watched her, his very erect cock telling her he was excited too.

  “Please?”

  “No, baby.”

  “Why not?” Elisa whimpered. “I’m dying for you.”

  Braden’s lips brushed her cheek. “You’re not dying for me enough. You have a little while to go.”

  “No, please, Braden.”

  He licked her cheek. “I love listening to you beg.”

  “But I need you.”

  “I know exactly what you need, darlin’. You have to trust me.”

  Elisa tried to argue but the words that came out of her mouth were incoherent—sounds of longing. Braden kissed the lips that begged for him while the vibrations inside her took over all feeling.

  She knew nothing but the warm, pulsing sensation inside her, the slow, hot licks of Braden’s tongue. She was crying and panting, begging and groaning.

  Braden cupped her breasts, thumbs teasing her nipples, then he licked his way down and took a nipple between his lips. She loved how his teeth scraped the sensitive point, and even more how he opened his mouth and sucked her in.

  She was dying, and it was all bliss and heat and rivers of warmth. The leather collar was a hot band, the chain cool against her skin. Her nipples and clit were tight, swollen.

  Elisa felt Braden’s hand, hard and strong, slide down her abdomen. He closed his fingers around the vibrator and drew it out, but before she could gasp her disappointment, Braden moved his body over hers slid himself inside.

  Elisa shouted for the joy of it. Braden’s smile was beatific. He filled her and spread her as he closed his eyes, his groan heartfelt.

  “You’re tight,” he whispered. “Sweet librarian, so wet and tight for me.”

  Elisa collapsed into dark feeling, where nothing existed but her on this bed and Braden on top of her. He opened his eyes to watch her, his face flushed, eyes hot blue.

  He glided in and out again, beautiful sensations. Hard and fast, body against body, skin heating skin. Elisa’s climax surged, built, broke, and surged again. His cock was so deep inside her she thought they’d never come apart.

  “This is what you do to me, baby,” he said. “You make me lose all control.”

  He shook his head, eyes squeezing shut, but he kept pumping, sliding into and out of her until she could feel nothing else.

  “Damn you,” Braden whispered, but he smiled as he said it. “Damn you for making me feel like this.”

  He kissed her mouth, his lips warm, tongue caressing, and Elisa’s heart thrummed with joy as she came.

  *** *** ***

  “Turn over.”

  Elisa’s beautiful eyes jerked open. The windows were still dark, night taking over the city.

  She’d been sleeping while Braden watched her, feeling something tear in his heart.

  The chain whispered as Elisa obediently rolled over. Braden grabbed a small pillow and slid it under her hips, which lifted her butt nicely.

  “Are you going to spank me again?” Elisa asked. “I thought I did everything you asked me to.”

  “Oh, you did, sugar. You did just fine.” Braden caressed her buttocks, liking the satin smooth feel of them. “This is for something else.”

  Braden took up his scented lube and trickled it between her cheeks. Elisa jumped at the cool sensation and squeezed her buttocks together.

  “What is that?”

  “This makes you slick so nothing hurts,” Braden said. “Then I rub you so you relax a little.”

  “Umm.”

  She sounded relaxed already. Braden kissed her buttock as he gently pressed his finger around the rim of her anus. She rubbed herself a little on the pillow, humming as it massaged her clit.

  Braden lifted the tiny plug he’d brought with him, lubed it well, and very slowly slid it into her.

  Elisa gasped when she felt the hard pressure at her anus. Her pussy and buttocks clenched.

  “Relax, baby. I won’t let it hurt you.”

  Slowly, Elisa made her body obey her. Her muscles loosened, and whatever Braden touched to her slid inside.

  It was a strange sensation. The plug was rigid and yet giving, her body wanting to both eject it and draw it into her. She wriggled, her clit and nipples enjoying the friction of the pillow and sheets.

  Braden stretched out beside her on the big bed, his body long and warm. “This is to get you used to having something inside you,” he said. “So that when I finally take you there, it won’t hurt.”

  “Hmm.” She felt stretched, full and complete.

  “I like when you smile at me. Do you trust me?”

  “Yes.”

  Braden stroked her hair. “My librarian. I want to do this in your library, with you ass-up across your desk.”

  Elisa closed her eyes. He needed to stop putting fantasies into her head. She couldn’t look up at the atrium railing in the library now without remembering the visions he’d spun for her—she naked and playing with herself while he watched, stripped and erect, from below.

  “I’d love to take you like that,” Braden said. “You on the desk, me behind you. The quiet library with all that knowledge, and us doing th
e most basic thing in the universe.”

  Elisa rubbed the pillow again and sighed happily.

  She felt Braden touch the plug, the small pressure exciting. “I want you to wear this tomorrow,” he said. “When you’re at work, I mean. I’ll teach you how to clean it and put it in yourself. You put it in there, and you wear it for an hour or two.”

  She opened her eyes. Braden lay facing her, his eyes close to hers. “While I work?”

  “Sure thing, darlin’. I want you thinking of me—of me inside you—while you’re helping people look up the history of sand-sea cultures.”

  Could she do it? Elisa swallowed. “I’ll try.”

  Braden’s hand landed lightly on her backside. “You do it, don’t just try. Or it’s a spanking for you.”

  “Very well.”

  Braden’s smile warmed her. “Is that very well, you’ll wear it?’ Or very well, I can spank you?”

  “Maybe both.”

  “Damn you, sweetheart, you make me so hot for you, I want to fuck you again.”

  Elisa let her smile widen. “Very well.”

  Braden growled as he rolled her over onto the mattress, the plug still snug inside. “I’m going to love spanking and fucking your ass. Disciplining my lovely librarian.”

  Elisa widened her legs, eagerly opening for him. How easy it was now to let him into her, how right he felt lodged deep inside her.

  Braden started to pump her, and Elisa held on to him and enjoyed the ride. The plug fit snug in her ass, warming her there, and Braden filled her from the front. She was whole, complete, and had never been happier in her life.

  Chapter Twelve

  Elisa watched Braden sleep. He looked so normal, so human, sleeping on his stomach, head pillowed on his arms.

  She’d read that the level threes didn’t sleep with their women. They commanded their obedience, gave them sexual pleasure, and then left.

  Braden stayed and slept. He even snored a little.

  Elisa wanted him with a ferocity that scared her. Not just for sex—for always. She wanted to get to know him, to find out everything about him, to look forward to coming home to him, to sleep curled together with him at night.

  She had the feeling Braden would never tell her everything about him. He hid his true self behind his jokes, the smiles, and sex play. The real Braden lurked only in the dark depths of his eyes.