by Sarah Marsh
Chapter Nine
After a couple hours of soaking and crying, Sally had to finally get out of the bath before she was permanently pruned all over. She ventured out into the kitchen, snagged a piece of fruit, and then retired to her small bed, where she climbed in and thought about what she was going to do. Could she really change thirty-four years of learned behavior and blindly trust this man to take care of her needs? Sally was doubtful it would be that easy. It was very true when they said that pride was a sin, because it was certainly weighing her down. She decided to let tomorrow take care of itself. No need to make promises to herself that she couldn’t keep, right? With that decision made, she dozed off to sleep.
Sally slowly woke up to the feeling of someone tickling her nose. As she swatted away the offensive hand and opened her eyes, she was surprised to see Benic in front of her, quietly laughing.
“Time to get up, sleepyhead. You have half an hour before we need to leave for class,” he said teasingly as he slowly stood up.
Holy fuck! He was naked! Benic was standing less than a foot away from her, fully naked, and fully aroused from the look of his impressive cock that was now pointing directly at her face. She tried to stop the blush that rose up her body as the beautiful boy just smiled down at her, but she could tell that she’d failed when his smile got even bigger.
“Cat got your tongue, Sal?” he teased.
At that same moment, Arkenon walked out of the bathroom toward the large bed, and all Sally could do was gawk. There was no preparing her for the glory of his naked body striding through the room like a medieval conqueror. His perfectly tanned skin was a revelation with the water droplets shining in the morning suns. He was easily the most attractive man she had ever seen naked, and when he turned around to face her, she couldn’t stop the heat and wetness that pooled in her pussy as she watched his cock grow thicker and fuller before her eyes. She knew she should stop staring, but damn, was the man impressive. She couldn’t see any body hair. He was smooth and solid all over. When her traitorous eyes finally made their way back up to his perfect face, she was relieved to see the desire in his now-hooded eyes looking back at her. At least this attraction went both ways. Sally was literally going to leave a wet spot on the bed just from seeing him naked. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so turned on by a man, and just as she was preparing herself to look away, he spoke.
“Benic, I need your mouth,” he said in a strained voice to the other man, but his eyes never left Sally’s.
When Benic knelt down in front of the larger man, Sally’s arousal increased even more. Was this really happening? Was Benic going to suck him off right there in front of her? With another embarrassing pulse of cream to her pussy, she squirmed on the bed, her fingers tightening in the sheets.
* * * *
With no hesitation, Arkenon slid his now-aching cock into the warm mouth in front of him and began to glide in and out in a slow stroke as he kept eye contact with the woman he imagined was kneeling in front of him. With that thought, he increased his pace and felt Benic’s hands grip tighter on his thighs, his cock jerking at the picture of sliding between her soft lips until he released himself down her throat. Ark had no doubt that she wasn’t even aware of the soft moans that were coming out of her from across the room, and he was forced to break eye contact before it revealed his weakness for her. A few more fast pumps and he pushed his way deep into Benic’s talented mouth, coming harder than he had in a long time. This was supposed to be an exercise in Sally’s self-control, not his. He was grateful that Galen had suggested using Benic as an outlet for his lusts while he was waiting for Sally to surrender herself to him. This way he didn’t lose control, and the added bonus of how turned on she got from watching them together would only make her struggle all the more futile.
“Thank you, Benic. I’d almost forgotten how delightful your mouth is,” he said as he cupped the young man’s cheek in a gentle caress and then turned around to put on the clothes he had laid out on the bed. “Benic, you may tend to yourself, but Sally, you are not to bring yourself to release. If I find out that you have, you will be punished. Do I make myself clear?”
Sally knew he was asking her a question, but her brain was still caught up in a haze of lust. Her thighs were soaked now, and her pussy was throbbing with the desire to be filled. When he raised an eyebrow at her and she managed to clear her head enough to think, the irritation rose first at the thought that he’d just “commanded” her not to masturbate, but second was embarrassment at the thought that he knew she wanted to. Sure, was that little performance the hands-down hottest thing she’d ever witnessed? Umm, yeah. But was she an inexperienced virgin that couldn’t handle a little hottie-on-hottie blow job? Hell no!
Her brain had finally managed to get her body partially on board when a low moan brought her attention down to Benic, still kneeling on the floor. The picture of his lean body tight in arousal as his hand worked up and down his cock in a desperate pace was like an electrical shock straight to her clit. Her still-soaking pussy clenched, aching to be filled, as his eyes looked up to lock with hers. She heard his loud moan as he came all over his hand, and she was breathless.
“You’d better hurry, Sally, or you’ll be late for class.” Arkenon’s voice broke into the silence, and as she slowly stood up, she could feel the wet spot on the bottom of her slip.
She knew that he’d no doubt be able to see it as she walked past him toward the shower, but still she was determined not to be embarrassed by her needs. After all, it was clear that neither man was embarrassed by much, so she carried on and pulled off her slip as she walked past him and into the shower. She was richly rewarded for her bravery when she heard a low growl leak out past his lips before she left the room. Score one for Sally, she thought to herself with a smile as the water soaked her hair.
Her victory was short-lived with the high-pitched squeak that came out of her when she turned around and found a still-very-naked Benic in the shower with her now lathering up. His laugh at her surprise had her throwing a glob of soap at him. When she realized that he had no intention of doing anything but shower, she once again relaxed, and they managed to get ready and be off to their first class with five minutes to spare.
Chapter Ten
Sally ended up having a pretty good day. Benic was in about half of her classes. The rest of his were advanced, and she was still in beginners. But the ones they did have together she was grateful to have a familiar friend in. It should have been awkward to just be hanging out with him after what happened this morning, but somehow Benic made that impossible by just being himself. Sally had to remind herself once again that she was now living in an entirely new world, where sex was celebrated, not seen as shameful or deviant. It was an enlightening revelation, and she found herself smiling at the possibilities that were unfolding before her. Dancing, massage, foreign cultural taboos, alien anatomy, and those were only the first day. She was floored at how specialized and educated courtesans really were. If they really trained for years in all these fields, then Arkenon, as the guild master, must be incredibly accomplished. Which she had to admit only made him more intimidating and, even worse…more attractive to her. Good grief, like her hormones weren’t already screwing her over as it was. Now her brain had to get on board with the mutiny as well?
The week passed in a frustrating pattern for Sally: wake up and be sexually tortured by the picture of Arkenon being sucked off by Benic, watch her friend then stroke himself to climax while she sat unable to touch herself, then shower and spend the day in classes. In the evenings the three of them would dine, then talk about all sorts of topics they were going over in classes and about the various types of positions there were within the guild.
It really was a fascinating subject. There were so many different options other than just being a courtesan who took on outside contracts. Apparently Benic’s sister was a master trainer who traveled with her mate and taught classes to courtesans who were living off wo
rld but wanted to be kept up-to-date in their training. There were more options than Sally could ever have dreamed of.
Then they would all retire to the bedroom, and Ark would once again have Benic use his mouth to get him off, and Sally would spend most of the night trying to fall asleep while dreaming about getting in between those beautiful men and having their hands and mouths working on her body. It was a tough gauntlet. Jesus, you’d think Arkenon would want to watch her get herself off, but he was waiting for her to break, she just knew it.
The “workweek” was a five-day schedule, and then there were three rest days for the weekend. At the end of their first week, Sally was just barely managing her sexual frustration. During classes she managed to ignore it for the most part, but it was getting more difficult with every passing day not to imagine those beautiful Sirotian hands all over her body.
Benic and Sally were both laughing at some unfortunate, awkward side effects of the sensual massage class they had just finished their day with as they returned back to the suite. A rather reserved Dolovian male student had been distressed over his reaction to another talented male. They were still smiling when the elevator door opened and they strolled out into the suite to find Arkenon waiting for them in the living area. He was looking rather formal in dark-green trousers and a long wraparound vest, and Sally stopped for a moment at how devastatingly handsome he was. This was the first time she’d seen his hair free and flowing, and it had a slight wave to the rich dark layers that made her want to run her hands through it.
“Good evening, I trust you two had a good day?” he asked, smiling at Sally.
“We did, sir, thank you. Did you have a good day?” she asked in return politely.
“Very much so, it was a very productive day,” he answered. “Benic, Master Galen needs your attention for a few hours. Sally and I will be going out for our meal. But if you would please help Sally with the gown in the bedroom and her hair before you leave?”
“Of course, sir,” Benic answered as he grabbed Sally’s hand and led her into the room.
He was already undoing the wrap tie on her dress when she laughed and slapped his hands away.
“Benic, stop! I can undress myself, you pervert,” she said, still laughing at his waggling eyebrows.
“I’m just following orders, my lady. I’m not going to earn myself any punishment while I’m here. Master Galen would never let me live it down,” he said with a smile. He lifted the elegant emerald silk dress and whistled. “Handwoven Tertian silk. Do you know the silk has to be harvested underwater because it comes from a rare kind of spider mollusk? A dress this fine would have cost the guild master a pretty penny. You’ll look like a queen tonight!”
Sally stood back in her shift and took another look at the dress. It was beautiful to be sure, but when she ran her hand across the shiny material, it was as light as a feather. It had to be the most luxurious thing she’d ever felt against her skin. As Benic helped her into it and wrapped the tie around her waist to secure it in the back, she did feel like a queen. The low-dipping vee in the front and the high slit on one thigh showed off her best assets.
“Perhaps he just borrowed the dress?” she asked while Benic helped arrange her hair. “I can’t imagine why the guild master would spend this amount of money on me.”
Benic just turned and gave her a sarcastic raised eyebrow.
“Really. Can’t imagine, huh?” he said in a flat tone that had her rolling her eyes at the younger man.
“Jeez, Benic, can’t you keep your mind out of the gutter for ten seconds? He doesn’t need to buy me gifts if he wants to have sex with me. That’s what I’m here for. He can just tell me to,” she said when he handed her a pair of matching shoes.
“I’m beginning to think that’s the whole point, Sally. He doesn’t want to have to tell you. I think he needs you to want to be with him,” he replied, giving her a surprised look and then yet another eyebrow waggle. “I think our guild master is smitten with you.”
“Be serious, Benic,” she said, tossing her previously worn slipper at him and missing by a mile.
* * * *
Arkenon did have a very productive day indeed. As soon as he’d gotten to his office this morning, he immediately tracked down his brother and his mates, who were aboard the Nomac on their way to visit with Kham’s family. He’d decided that he needed to get the inside track on human females, as Sally was proving to have quite the stubborn streak, and what better way to do that than directly from his new sister-in-law, Eve? She was the first human woman he’d ever met…not to mention she was Sally’s friend as well.
“Arkenon! How wonderful to hear from you, Brother. How is everything on Sirus? Eve has been harassing me to know when she can speak to her friend Sally. Has she been cleared for communications yet?” his brother, Roan, greeted him as the communications call went through to their ship.
“Hello, Brother, all is well here. I was actually hoping to be able to speak to Eve about her friend Sally. Is she available?” he asked, trying not to look too eager.
His brother looked surprised, and then just shrugged as he leaned back out of the screen and spoke to someone. Seconds later an enthusiastic Eve plopped herself down in Roan’s lap, causing his brother to groan, as Ark was sure she’d just bruised a few delicate bits.
“Ark! So good to see you! What’s up? Is Sally all right?” she asked once she had herself settled on her husband’s lap.
“You’re looking well, Sister. Sally’s fine…She’s actually the reason why I’m calling. She’s decided to apprentice for the courtesan guild here, and I am personally mentoring her. I was wondering if you might have some insight into what I could perhaps do or provide her with that would make her stay here more…well…umm…comfortable?” Arkenon choked out the last part when he realized he was beginning to sound like he was courting Sally, when in reality he was supposed to be mentoring her.
The knowing look his brother gave him from behind his oblivious wife was painful to have to sit through. Ark imagined that if Eve weren’t currently sitting in the room, he’d be getting an earful about being led around a merry chase by a woman…exactly how he’d said it to his brother when he’d first met Eve and his other mates only a short time ago. That certainly didn’t take long to come around and bite him in the ass, but thank God for distracting sisters-in-law, as Eve’s delighted squeal had his brother trying to stop her from bouncing on his lap.
“Oh, that’s so sweet! I just knew you would love her? Didn’t I tell you guys that when we left? I thought that you and Sally would be perfect for each other!” she said, obviously not sensing his discomfort or the snickering of her husband behind her.
Arkenon was also sure that he could hear the muted laughing of Roan’s other two mates, Kai and Kham, in the background.
“I’m just trying to be welcoming, Eve. It’s my job as guild master to support all of our apprentices. So is there anything you can think of that she would like?” he asked again, trying to keep his composure.
“Hmm, well Sal is a real sucker for pretty things. You should buy her something nice. Oh, and take her out for a fancy dinner. Women like that,” she said, giving a dirty look to someone off camera. “I haven’t been off this damn ship since we left Sirus. If Loki doesn’t get out to play sometime soon, I won’t be held responsible for the destruction he causes!”
Arkenon had no idea who Loki was, but if it was some sort of sexual pet name for any of his brother’s body parts, he really didn’t want to know. Apparently his face must have given away his confusion because his brother quickly explained.
“Loki is the damned gula cub that Sarah and her mates gifted Eve with when we were on Sirus. He’s already three times the size he was when we got him, and he’s begun to chew on my boots!” Roan growled.
“Why on Sirus would you take a gula cub onto a spaceship?” Ark asked incredulously, looking at his brother like he was insane.
His question was met with silence for a moment, and th
en the searing glare his new sister-in-law was giving him finally registered.
“Trust me, Brother, you don’t want to get into it,” Roan answered quietly.
“All right then! Well thank you for the tips, Eve. I’ll make sure that Sally calls you as soon as she’s through the first phase of her training and the comm restriction is lifted. Talk soon, Brother.” Ark signed off quickly to the obvious surprise of both Roan and Eve, but he had things to prepare today and didn’t want to waste a moment.
Chapter Eleven
Ark was pacing in the living room as Benic helped to get Sally ready for their evening. He was actually nervous about tonight. This was the first time in his life that he’d thought to court a woman. With his family’s wealth and then his position, he’d never wanted for female companionship. For the last ten years, he’d stuck primarily to short contracts with other courtesans so they would know up front that he wasn’t interested in an actual relationship—no muss, no fuss—but at the same time, it had left him a bit rusty in the dating scene. He’d sent his assistant, Jessa, out as soon as he’d gotten off the call with his brother to find a dress for Sally that would wow her, and he’d made reservations at one of the finest dining establishments in the city. When Jessa came back with the green gown in Tertian silk, he couldn’t stop thinking about how all that silky-smooth material would drape on Sally’s beautiful curves. He had to adjust his raging cock in his pants even now as he imagined her slipping into it. When he heard low laughter coming out of the bedroom, his patience broke, and he had to go in. He opened the door just as a small projectile shot past his head to hit the wall and land on the floor.