by Evey Brett
“I just want to hear him say he’s not a freak.”
“Ellie…” Kon’s voice was pained.
The nickname incensed her further. “Say it! Tell me you’re not a damn freak!”
Kon took in a deep, shuddering breath and clutched the sheets. “I’m not a damn freak.”
“Louder!”
Kon’s voice emerged as a ragged scream. “I’m not a damn freak!”
Dane wrapped his arms around her waist. Sometime during her session, he’d pulled off his shirt, and beyond the warmth of his bare skin came that sharp, electric itch she associate with his demon. Yet Dane appeared to be entirely in control without showing a trace of discomfort despite his recent ordeal. “No more. Let it go. Just breathe. This takes a lot out of you, doesn’t it?”
She nodded. Kon hadn’t moved. His eyes were shut, jaw set. Whatever he was thinking, she couldn’t guess.
“He needs a reward. So do you.”
Her mind was racing too fast to think. Reward? What sort of reward? Everything she and Dane had talked about revolved around their abandoned scenario.
Dane slid a hand down her waist, stopping over the thick, ugly marks crossing her hip and belly.
Now I get it. Without saying so, Dane was reminding her of his observation in the car— “If you mean to dominate, you have to accept your body as it is, flaws and all, and make them your strength.”
More than that… See him. See what Kon wanted and think about what he might be feeling rather than imposing herself upon him.
“Kon. Kiss my scars. Worship them.”
He slowly twisted around to face her as if in a daze. On all fours, he crawled toward her, his gaze directed only at one area of her body.
Eliana resisted the urge to turn her head in embarrassment. Doing so would be a sign of weakness, and she was determined not to show any more than she already had. Dane didn’t move away. She didn’t want him to, and she had the feeling he was aware of how difficult it was to allow a man to devote such intimate attention toward her.
Gently he tugged at one side of her skirt and peeled back the edge of her corset. His mouth was warm and wet in the curve of her hip, tongue ticklish as it traced each unnatural line. His fingers dug into her flesh, into the areas which hadn’t stopped hurting since she’d arrived in Denver with Dane. Only this time he went deeper. That power of his—that Sensitivity—went straight to the bone and lodged there, a gentle healing warmth which caused her to sigh with relief. “Working your magic again?”
“I can’t heal the muscle and bone directly. I’m clearing the energy channels to give your body a better chance of healing itself.”
Either the area was so close to her groin it was having some rather arousing side effects, or he was doing more than he said. “Is that all you’re doing?”
“That’s all.”
“And if I wanted you to do something…else?”
Kon’s gaze flicked upward. “Just say the word.”
* * * *
Kon waited, breathless, hoping Eliana would grant him the opportunity he’d craved for so long.
She knelt before him and clasped his face. “Take it off, Kon. Take it all off. I want you to kiss me everywhere.”
He exhaled with relief and gratitude, so nervous his fingers tangled in the laces of her corset. Dane set a comforting hand atop his and untied the rest. With trembling hands, Kon drew the garment from her chest.
She was beautiful. Her breasts were taut and full, the dark brown nipples erect and waiting. The scars marring her body tantalized rather than repulsed him. She lay back against the futon
He found the zipper on her skirt, slid it down, and eased the clothing over her hips to find she wore nothing beneath. The scent of her femininity drew him nearer. He couldn’t resist kissing her mound while the skirt was still wrapped around her thighs and keeping her from wriggling too much.
Then it was off, and she was nothing but an expanse of flesh for him to worship. So many dark threads ran through her, and he wanted to fix them all and watch her grow into the gorgeous, perfect body she deserved to have.
He knew what she wanted and where she desired his touch, yet it thrilled him when she tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled his head as a guide. Left breast, the nipple caught lightly between his teeth as he licked and nipped. Hand against the right, kneading, causing her to arch her body up to meet his.
His cock brushed against her wetness. A shiver raced through him. He longed to sate himself in her depths, but he couldn’t; not without her permission.
The continued denial excited him further, and he writhed against her with greater determination.
Then she shoved his head down, straight toward that intoxicating female scent. He hovered a moment, waiting, afraid to move of his own accord.
“Use your tongue. Make me come.”
A challenge.
She tasted sweeter than he could have imagined. He lapped at her fluids, hungry for more, ecstatic at being granted the chance to give her a pleasure he doubted anyone else had.
He flicked his tongue against her clit. Her hips jerked. He drew circles, then figure eights. Her dampness increased. He thrust his tongue into her cunt, gratified to feel her squirm. She moaned and rocked.
Then he drew back ever so slightly…and blew.
Her body pulsed and contracted. She whimpered.
Kon smiled.
Somewhere along the line, Dane must have gotten bored. From the corner of his eye, Kon watched Dane exchange his clothes for a flogger and a bottle of lube. The latter he used freely, coating Kon’s asshole and using a cold finger to coat him inside.
The former…
Delicious, red-hot pain streaked his ass as Dane beat him. On hands and knees, Kon gazed into Eliana’s eyes. She was utterly relaxed, smiling, and he sensed her satisfaction at watching his thrashing.
Once his ass was tender and sore, Dane caught him around the waist. “Come here, boy. Sit on my lap.”
“Funny. You don’t look like Santa Claus,” Eliana said.
“Oh, but I have a present for Kon. I hear he’s been a very good boy.” He sat with his legs crossed. Then he grabbed Kon’s hips and tugged him backward.
Dane’s cock speared him with its familiar thickness. Kon sank down until he’d enveloped Dane’s erection completely. Back pressed against Dane’s warm chest, he rested his head in the crook of Dane’s shoulder, breathing hard, focusing on the sensation of being so lovingly filled and hoping…
“That does look like fun. Shall we dance?” Eliana carefully crawled toward him. With Kon’s help, she situated herself to avoid as much pressure on her bad leg as she could and sank down onto his cock.
Arms encircled his neck. Breasts pressed against his chest. Flesh enveloped him on all sides. Arousal pounded at his mind, but he didn’t shut it out. Every heartbeat, every rushing blood cell heightened his own enjoyment. They loved him. They loved what he could give them, and he offered himself mind, body, and soul.
Two mouths kissed him. Four hands stroked and caressed and guided. Two bodies merged with his yet, they were one unit, one undulating form merged into a whole. Kon lost track of where his body ended and the others began. Masculine, feminine, none of it mattered. They were here. Together.
One.
As it should be.
Epilogue
As soon as the celebration for Kon’s promotion to Chief Warden had ended and Dane had escorted him back to their suite, Kon yanked off his tie and threw it onto the floor. “I hate those things.”
“But, darling, they can be so much fun when used in the right way.” Dane embraced him from behind, then cupped Kon’s crotch for emphasis. He was soft—but not for long.
“Well, don’t use that one. It’s the only good tie I have left.”
“I’ll buy you a dozen more.” Dane picked up the tie. He made an elaborate slipknot and smiled fiendishly at his lover. He’d never been prouder of Kon. After Evan had been fired and hauled off to Monterey
for treatment, the Council had decided that Kon would be the only suitable replacement. Much of it was political. There were older Wardens with more experience, but Kon was the poster boy for tolerance. He was a former cambion, a Sensitive, and gave his cambion a level of respect and authority few others did. Dane meant to use their new position to continue the work in educating others that cambions were more than dangerous sex toys.
Though, sometimes it was fun to be dangerous. “I want you on your knees and—”
Kon was saved from his lover’s machinations by a sharp rap at the door. “Eliana!” He jerked around and yanked the door open to find Eliana standing there, duffel bag over her shoulder as if she were a runaway waif or stray looking for a place to stay. A moment later, she was in his arms, and Dane was feeling faintly jealous. “How in the world did you get here?” Kon asked.
She held up a set of car keys. “I got my license and rented a car in Rapid City. Aren’t you proud of me? I drove here all by myself.”
“Very proud.” He held her at arm’s length to get a better look at her. The last traces of hardship had vanished from her face. There was no sign of her cane. “I’m so happy to see you.”
“I’m sorry I missed your ceremony, but I didn’t know if I’d be invited anyway. Besides, I figured the better celebration would come afterward.”
“You figured right,” Dane said. He elbowed Kon aside to tug Eliana in and kiss her on the cheek. “We were just saying how it couldn’t be much fun without you.”
She eyed the tie dangling from his fingers. “Right. So. Tell me. What’s it like now that Kon’s in charge of this place?”
“A Chief Warden is a servant to his people,” Dane said.
“And I live to serve.” Kon gave them a mocking bow.
Dane exchanged a mischievous glance with Eliana. Kon had left himself wide open, probably on purpose. “Strip, boy,” Dane said.
Without hesitation, Kon unbuttoned his dress shirt, shrugged it off, then pulled his undershirt over his head.
“I’ve got a surprise. I’ll be right back.” Eliana tweaked Kon’s nipple and disappeared into the bathroom. He’d just dropped his pants and underwear on the floor when she emerged dressed in a tight, lacy black corset which showed off her ample bosom with stunning effect.
Yet it wasn’t her bosom that caught both Kon’s and Dane’s attention, but her lower belly from which jutted a lifelike dildo. Ah. Kon’s going to get his wish at last.
“Stop ogling the lady.” Dane smacked him upside the head. “Eyes on the floor like a good boy.”
Kon dropped his gaze. Dane trailed the tie across his cock, causing Kon to inhale sharply. To his delight, the organ grew harder and straighter, pointing like a hunting dog toward Eliana.
“I know what you want, but you’re not getting it right away. I have something else in mind first. Eliana, in the top dresser drawer is a bag of clothespins. Bring them to me, please.” When she disappeared into the bedroom, he turned to Kon and grinned. “You know what I’m going to do, don’t you?”
Without waiting for an answer, Dane cinched the tie around the base of Kon’s cock, then wound it around to extend the length of his shaft. Dane knelt, then gestured to Eliana, who held out the bag of clothespins. She watched as he fastened them artfully to the skin around Kon’s cock. Kon sucked in his breath with each pinch.
Dane explained to Eliana as he worked. “Putting them on isn’t so bad. There’s a little hurt, and the area goes numb after a while. It’s taking them off when all the sensation rushes back into that tender area which really hurts. Doesn’t it, darling?” Dane flicked a pin. Kon winced and nodded. “I bet his cock already feels like it’s on fire.”
Kon’s gaze flicked toward him. There was panic in his eyes but not enough for Dane to back down. This was one of those times when he meant to push Kon past his comfort zone.
Dane gestured to Eliana. “Handle him if you want. His cock’s so sensitive the lightest touch is magnified tenfold.”
Her fingers hardly brushed the head of his cock, but Kon writhed. Her eyes lit up as she varied her touches, going from gripping him to lightly raking her nails against the tender flesh. Kon whimpered.
Dane fought to keep his voice dispassionate. Sharing Kon’s reward with someone else turned him on more than he’d expected. His demon thrashed, lapping up the energy emanating from Kon. He flicked the clothespins with force, making Kon aware he was no longer playing around.
Then he took a pin off. For a moment, Kon was quiet. Then he choked off a curse. Dane removed a second and third, each accompanied by Kon swearing in a different language. By the time Dane had set the sixth aside, Kon was on his hands and knees, mouth agape and breathing hard.
“Dane—please—please!”
Eliana glanced at Dane in alarm. Dane held up his hand to assure her everything was all right. Then he crouched down, reached beneath Kon, and mercilessly plucked off another pin. Another. Kon was sweating, his eyes rolled back in his head. Dane loosened the last pin.
Kon screamed. Tears streaked his cheeks as he sobbed aloud. Eliana clutched Dane’s shoulder. “Do something.”
“Just wait. Watch. This is the magic, when the rush of endorphins will leave him floating. He assures me the pain is worth it, though I admit I haven’t used that many clothespins before.”
The sobs quieted. Kon slowly collapsed to the ground. His head lolled, and he wore that zoned-out expression which let Dane know his treatment had worked. Dane eased Kon’s limp body into his arms, amused when Kon started to giggle.
Eliana joined them on the ground and rubbed the back of her hand against Kon’s cheek. “You’re right. He’s beautiful.”
“And now he’s going to get what he’s been longing for.” Dane lifted Kon onto the bed and laid him out facedown. “Go on. Your turn.”
SEX WAS DIFFERENT now that she didn’t have to worry about any accompanying aches and pains. She could relax and enjoy herself—and she meant to.
The strap-on—a two-part affair with a dildo for her and him both—teased her as badly as helping Dane torment Kon. Her body was wet and slick around the thing, and she couldn’t wait to see what it felt like to penetrate a man. Dane handed her the lube before settling down on the bed to watch. Excitement rising, Eliana straddled Kon, running her hands over the soft flesh she so enjoyed slapping. Spanking, however, wasn’t on the agenda tonight. Fucking was.
She traced the tight, ridged muscle of his asshole. Kon didn’t move, still apparently tripping on endorphins. In went her finger. He was warm and damp and slick, his body comfortably embracing her. She slid in a second and searched for the smooth, rounded hardness.
Touching that got a reaction from Kon. He squirmed and murmured something incomprehensible. Dane laughed. “Whatever you’re doing, keep doing it. He likes it.”
So did she, but impatience got the better of her. She pulled out her fingers and liberally coated her strap-on with lube. Then she positioned herself atop him and firmly pushed.
Invading a man’s body was far more satisfying than she’d expected. There came a moment when the flesh yielded and she slid inside, a feeling of power and responsibility that left her speechless. She could hurt him or love him, but there was no in between.
She chose the latter. As she’d seen Dane do, she thrust her hips forward, driving the dildo farther into Kon. At the same time, the second dildo rubbed against her inner walls, making her squirm.
Dane lazily fondled Kon’s hair while jerking off, a satisfied, leonine smile upon his lips. Subconsciously, Eliana matched her thrusts to Dane’s, urging her body forward into Kon when Dane slid his hand down around his shaft. After a while, Dane lifted Kon’s head and cradled it on his thigh. Kon opened his mouth and accepted Dane’s cock, one hand curling around Dane’s back to bring him closer. The contrast of the slender, effeminate angel suckling at an Adonis with utter abandonment was startling…and completely endearing.
She plunged deeper. Faster. Kon furiously licked and suck
ed Dane’s cock. She knew from the twitching and jerking of his body that he was close to coming. Dane thrust his head back, breathing heavily. The closeness was good—but not good enough. Growling, she tore the strap-on from her body and rolled Kon over. His cock jutted into the air exactly where she wanted it.
She rode him. Hard. He slid inside her as if created especially for her. Dane was right; silicone was no replacement for flesh, no matter how lifelike. He grabbed her waist, guiding her movements. Dane repositioned himself and tilted Kon’s head once more toward his cock. “I’m not done yet.”
And with that magic of flesh meeting flesh, she felt it, that circuit shared by the three of them, sharp and bright and spearing her in both heart and mind. She cried out as Kon’s wetness flowed inside her. All at once, the building tension within her broke, spilling out in a torrent as her body throbbed and clenched Kon’s. Dane twined his fingers through hers, and from the strength knew that he too had reached orgasm.
Afterward they lay together drowsing and comfortable, Kon in the middle with Dane at his back and Eliana facing Kon. Dane smiled and grasped her hand. “You’re beautiful,” he said. “Stay?”
“As long as I can.” She’d have to go back to South Dakota both to visit her family and to take the basic Warden’s courses at the enclave there. But for now there was no place else she’d rather be besides sharing the warmth of the two men she loved.
This…was home.
Loose Id Titles by Evey Brett
Capriole
Eliana
Levade
Evey Brett
Evey has attended workshops such as the Lambda Literary Retreat for Emerging LGBT Voices, Clarion, and Taos Toolbox, and earned a Master’s degree in Writing Popular Fiction. She moved from San Diego to Southern Arizona after a Lipizzan mare named Carrma decided she wanted a human of her very own and charmed Evey into serving her every whim. Although Evey never expected to have a horse of her own, she’s learned how to ride and care for the equine companion she adores and, of course, where to find the horse cookies.