Grant waited for her to settle back down before he came up from between her thighs. “See. That’s how you---”
He stopped when he saw Brax attempting to please Zora. With her eyes closed, Zora’s body convulsed. She gripped her hands on the sofa and spread her legs wide. Undulating her hips, she fucked his mouth until eventually she too came with the same howling scream.
Brax’s eyes went wide as he settled down to the floor. “You didn’t fake that, did you? That was real?”
Zora’s smiled lit up the room. “Damn right!” She leapt forward and kissed Brax.
“Guess I did do it right.” Brax laughed. He turned to Grant. “It was the alphabet thing. It did work. She liked ‘I’ and ‘M’.”
“You don’t have to tell me.” Grant rose to his feet.
The women went to the bathroom, leaving Grant and Brax alone. When they left the room, Brax spoke in a low tone.
“I don’t know how to repay you for what you’ve done,” Brax began.
“It was nothing. Just something I learned in high school. Read it in a book once.” Grant walked toward the front door but Brax wasn’t finished.
“I want to repay you.”
“I told you. I don’t want or need your money.”
Brax shook his head. “Not that. You have a special skill that you’ve shared with me. I’m skilled at some things too. I want you to let Zora stay with me here for a week.”
Chapter Twenty-One
“Are you out of your mind?” Grant wasn’t about to do a full wife swap, even if Zora wasn’t his wife. Brax may have satisfied Zora for now but who the hell knew what he would do to her if they were alone.
“It’s just for a week. No sex will be involved. Trust me. You’ll enjoy what I do with her.”
Grant pushed himself against Brax, who puffed up his chest and pushed back. “I did this fucked up training session but I’m not about to let my girlfriend move in with you for a week while you truss her up to some chains in a dungeon or whip her or worse.”
“I wouldn’t hurt Zora. That’s not my thing. All I’m asking is that you trust me.”
“You’re asking an awful lot, buddy. Only person I trust is Zora and you’re asking me to give her up.”
“For a week. She’ll come back to you Friday evening and I guarantee you’ll like what I’ve done.”
Grant stared at him suspiciously. “No piercings or tattoos or slave jewelry or none of that shit.”
Brax raised his hand in the air like a demented Boy Scout. “I swear.”
“I have to talk it over with Zora.”
Speak of the devil, she strolled into the room.
“Zora, Brax wants to repay us for tonight’s lesson,” Grant began as he pulled her to his side. “He wants you to stay with him for a week.”
“What?” she asked.
“What do you mean?” Lynia asked.
“I just told Grant that I am able to use a special skill of my own to help them both.” He pulled Lynia to his side and whispered in her ear.
She smiled and giggled. “Good idea, Brax.”
With his arm around Lynia’s waist, Brax said, “In exchange, Lynia will stay with you. I’m not sure who does the cooking and cleaning in your home but---”
“I can do my own cooking and cleaning. I don’t need to rely on someone else to do that. Zora’s my equal, not my slave.” Then Grant put his arm around her waist.
“Then you’ll need companionship. Someone to talk to about work or life or sex. Whatever.” Brax kissed Lynia’s temple.
“I won’t be allowed to come over and see her? Call her?” Grant squeezed Zora tighter.
“She may be tempted to tell you what the surprise is and that will ruin everything. So what do you two say?” Brax turned to Zora. “I took a chance on you and let you cut my hair. I know you’re adventurous. I can see it in you. Aren’t you curious?”
Zora split her attention between Grant and Brax. In a small voice she said, “Yes, but---”
“But nothing,” Brax said, cutting her off. “For one week, I’ll have you. Friday night, you’ll go back home and show Grant your surprise.”
Grant turned Zora around so that she looked directly at him. “Are you sure this is something you want to do? You don’t have to. A haircut and oral sex doesn’t obligate us to do shit around here.”
“Jesus, Grant, lighten up, will you?” Brax said. “I said no sex. I won’t hurt her. She’s willing. Lynia’s willing. Why not?”
Gazing in Zora’s eyes, Grant looked for any sign of reluctance. He found none.
“I’ll be okay. We said we wanted an adventure, right?” Zora said and flashed a reassuring smile.
“Yeah, an adventure together, not apart.” Grant cupped her cheek.
“Trust me. The time apart will make you two want each other more,” Brax said.
Zora turned to her neighbors. “We start this tomorrow when I get off work,
okay?” Brax sighed. “If that’s the earliest you want to do it. Fine. Tomorrow night it is.” As soon as they walked out of the door and got far enough away from Brax’s house, Zora whispered, “God help me.”
***
Zora wanted to laugh at the way Grant paced in the bedroom as he watched her pack. Zora had thought of nothing else that day except for what Brax would have planned for her for the entire week. He swore they wouldn’t have sex. So what would he be doing to her?
“Fuck the rules,” Grant said as he continued marching. “You need me, call me. I’ll be over there in a flash. Got it?”
“I know.” She smiled.
“You know the door is unlocked. Come home any time.”
“I’m not a kid going to a sleepover. I’ll be fine.” It was hard for Zora to be afraid of a man who let her cut his hair.
She still remembered how he sat so patiently as she clipped all of his hair off. He’d looked incredible with the long locks. Without it, Brax looked even sexier.
“I don’t know why I’m letting you do this,” Grant said.
Zora stopped packing and stared at him. “You let me do this? What happened to ‘Zora’s my equal. Zora’s my partner’? Was all that a lie? I have a mind of my own, you know.”
“I know that. God, don’t twist my words around.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “I don’t want to argue before you go.”
And she didn’t either. When Grant enveloped her in his arms, her once tight body relaxed. She held him close until she heard the front door open.
“Damn, I wanted a little more time.” Grant kissed her forehead.
“I know what you mean.” She squeezed him before letting him go and packing the rest of her things.
“Hello!” Brax called from the living room.
“We’re coming.” Grant carried Zora’s suitcase to the front door.
Standing in the living room were Brax, dressed in cream-colored khakis and a white polo shirt, and Lynia who had on a sundress and sandals. It was the most clothing Grant had ever seen on the woman.
“I’ll take that.” Brax took the suitcase from Grant’s hand.
“See you on Friday.” Grant framed her face with his hands.
“Friday.” Zora kissed him. She was going to miss seeing him every morning.
Brax gave Lynia a deep kiss that didn’t end, this time, with him nibbling her lip. Maybe he was taking Grant’s lesson to heart.
Brax held the front door open for Zora. The trek across the street, although short, seemed to take forever. The only thing Zora kept thinking was ‘Dead woman walking.’ Was she signing her death sentence by spending a week with a dominant like Brax?
He opened his door for her. “Make yourself at home,” Brax said. “I’ll take your suitcase to the spare bedroom.”
While he roamed around upstairs, Zora took in the downstairs again, a room she knew intimately, as well as its owner. She needed to keep her mind off what was going to happen to her.
Her heart raced when Brax came back downstairs. “Have you eat
en?”
She shook her head.
“Are you hungry?”
She shook her head again.
“Did you lose your ability to speak?” he asked.
Just as she was about to shake her head a third time he laughed.
“You are precious. Almost as precious as my wife.” He headed to his bar. “I need a drink. You want a drink to relax?”
“Um, sure.” She wrung her hands over and over again until she reached the bar.
“Amaretto Sour, right?” He handed her a short glass with a ruddy colored liquid inside.
The familiar smell put her at ease more than the taste.
“Would you like to relax in a bath or take a shower? Perhaps sit in the Jacuzzi for a while.”
“No. I showered when I got off work.”
“Okay. Then let’s head upstairs to the spare bedroom. No use wasting time.” He came from behind the bar and put his hand to the small of her back.
“But I thought you said you didn’t want sex. Why are we going to the bedroom?” Her hands clutched the glass until she thought it would shatter in her grip. But she couldn’t let it go.
“We aren’t going to have sex. I just have a feeling that you’ll want to lie down after the procedure.”
“Procedure?”
Zora had read all about the BDSM lifestyle. She knew they liked to do medical examinations as part of their ritual. Was that what Brax wanted to do?
“Just relax.” He guided her to the stairs.
Zora’s head felt so light, she couldn’t remember her feet even touching the steps. By the time they got to the spare bedroom, her heartbeats consumed her entire body, shaking her with each pound.
“Did you want some more to drink?” Brax asked.
“No, I’m fine. Still haven’t finished what you gave me.” She held up the glass to show him.
He ducked into the bathroom. When he returned, he held a clear long plastic box. Inside it looked like four pear-shaped objects with a distinct bulge in the middle in varying degrees of sizes going from small to large. The slender tips were rounded. Brax set the box on the dresser.
“You’ll need to be undressed. At least have your shorts and underwear off.”
“Why?” Her voice trembled.
“A while back you and Grant talked about the fact that you never let him do anal on you. I’m going to train you to accept his cock in your anus and love it.”
Zora grabbed onto the bedpost and sat on the mattress before she fell to the floor. “Anal sex?” She peered around Brax and looked at the pink pears in the clear box. “And you’re going to use those?”
“It’s the best way to train. I trained Lynia this way. Of course, this is a brand new kit, so don’t worry about germs or anything. Lynia washed each one carefully.”
Yeah, germs. That was on the top of Zora’s list of worries. She polished off her drink and held it up to Brax. He set it on the dresser.
“No. More,” Zora requested. No way could she do this sober.
Brax laughed. “It’s not as painful this way. I’ll stretch your tiny hole over the next week. By the time you go home to Grant in a few days, you’ll be begging for him to take you that way.”
Zora shook her head. “I don’t know.”
Brax sat next to her. In a move that shocked her, he held her hands to comfort her. “What’s wrong? Have you tried anal sex before?”
Keeping her gaze cast down, she nodded her head. “Not with Grant. A boyfriend before him. It was so painful. I don’t want to go through that again.”
“The guy who was with you didn’t care about your feelings.” He put his hand to her chin and raised her head. “I’ll take care of you this week. Trust me.”
Staring into his blue eyes, she wanted to.
“I need for you to take off your shorts and underwear now. Then lay face down on the bed.”
She took a deep breath. Looking to the ceiling, Zora tried hard not to cry. She kept recalling that horrible experience with her last boyfriend and how much pain he’d put her through.
“Zora, look at me,” Brax said, his voice more demanding now than before. “I will not hurt you. I care about you and I like Grant.”
She held Brax’s hands and nodded. Standing finally, she undid her shorts and let them fall to the carpeted floor. She took a deep breath before pulling her underwear off.
“Good girl.” Brax stood. He placed one pillow on the center of the bed, leaving the other at the head. “Get on the bed face down and make sure the pillow is under your pelvis to raise your hips in the air.”
Zora did as she was told, crossing her arms under the pillow under her head. She turned her head to the side and crossed her legs at the ankles.
“I’m afraid you’re going to have to open your legs just a bit for me,” Brax said.
Slowly she unhooked her ankles and slid her legs apart.
“Nice.”
She heard him get the box from the top of the bureau. The movement on the bed signaled that he had returned.
“The trick is to get your partner to trust you and to make her feel relaxed. Are you relaxed yet?” he asked.
“Not quite.”
Her answer must have prompted him to remedy her condition. When she felt his warm tongue against her ass cheek, she jumped. Brax laved her cheeks, dragging his tongue from the crease where her butt cheek met her thigh to the top of her crack. He did the same to the other side, licking her in the same manner.
Zora blinked slowly as she enjoyed the attention. When he parted her cheeks, on instinct she squeezed them back together.
“Relax,” he whispered.
Then he licked his tongue over her asshole, making her writhe in pleasure. His tongue moved over the hole and he alternated the movement with a gentle blow to cool down the slick trails left by his tongue.
Zora flinched when she felt a pressure on her hole. She discovered it was Brax’s tongue pressing against her. She grasped a handful of the comforter and raised her ass higher to give him better access.
Zora felt a different type of pressure, more than a tongue. Then she felt the intrusion.
“I just have a tip of my middle finger inside you. How does that feel? Good?” he asked.
She nodded like a broken marionette. “Yes. Good.”
He slid his finger inside of her more. “Up to the first knuckle. Okay?”
“Oh, yes.”
When she felt his fingers flush against her ass, she growled.
“All the way inside.” Then he moved his finger back and forth.
“Ohhh,” she purred.
The feeling of his finger moving in and out of her sent shivers up her spine. Her body tingled from the ring securing Brax’s finger inside of her, to her cheeks and all throughout her body. He kept the movements steady, never going too fast or slowing down. Wanting more, she pressed her hips back toward him.
“You like it?” His gentle voice calmed her.
She nodded.
“I want to hear you say it.”
“Yes.”
She heard some rustling behind her. Even with the commotion, Brax never stopped his finger from probing inside of her. He brought his digit back so that only the tip remained in her anus. When she felt something cold hit the crack of her ass, she yelped. Her body lurched forward.
“It’s okay. Only some lubricant,” he said, his voice still low and reassuring.
Trying to crane her head around, Zora wanted desperately to see what Brax was doing but couldn’t from her angle. Her body tensed, then relaxed when she felt his finger go back inside of her.
She must have gotten used to the feeling. The invasion didn’t shock her body like before. As a matter of fact, she clenched her cheeks, holding him in her. It must have worked. Brax didn’t move, didn’t thrust his finger in and out of her.
Zora felt the bed move. Assuming he was getting a comfortable position, she spread her legs wider to accommodate him. What she didn’t expect was to see him standing next
to her instead of being at her ass. If Brax was off the bed then what was inside of her making her feel so good?
“How did you do that?” she asked and turned onto her side.
“I got you relaxed enough that you didn’t recognize me switching my finger for the anal plug. How does it feel?” he asked.
The plastic device gave her strange sensations all over. On the one hand it felt decidedly dirty, like she should rip the thing out and wash herself. But the bulge in it rubbed against her rectum until each movement shot a strike of pleasure through her body. And, in a strange way, she also felt constipated.
“It feels…different.” She turned back onto her stomach, not sure how she should position herself with this plastic plug inside of her.
“It will for a while.”
“A while?”
“You’ll keep it inside of you for about an hour. I won’t push you more than that. Tomorrow, though, I’ll do an hour in the morning and an hour at night. At night, we’ll go for the bigger plug until by Friday you’ll be able to handle this one.” He pointed to the largest one of the set.
She swallowed. “What do I do until then? Do I just lay here?”
“No. You can do what you would normally do. Watch TV, do housework, take a swim, walk. Whatever you like to do. I suggest you try stimulating the area. If you’d like, I can start a load of laundry so you can sit on it during the spin cycle.”
Zora smiled. “You know what I would like?”
“What?”
“Could you just hold me for a while?”
Brax smiled. “Let me get cleaned up.”
All freshened up, Brax crawled into bed with her. Zora placed her head on his chest. He remained clothed except he’d taken his sandals off. He wrapped his arm around her waist and stroked her hair.
“Yes, you’ll be just fine,” Brax said as though he thought she wouldn’t be.
She snuggled against him. Since she couldn’t be with Grant, Brax would have to do.
***
Grant peered over his mystery book to watch Lynia. She’d walked around his living room for an hour examining every piece of furniture, picture and knick-knack in the room. She didn’t ask any questions. Occasionally she would pick up a figurine and look at it, turn it over like she was searching for a date stamp. Then she would set it down and adjust it so that it didn’t look like she’d touched it at all. When she caught him staring at her, Grant turned his gaze down to the pages but the words blurred in his vision.
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