“Yes. Please.”
“Not yet.” Ky’s voice was stern.
“Oh gods.”
She would die if they didn’t let her come. Brianne moved her hips into their hands, rubbing hard. “Please, Ky. Please let me.”
“You would disobey me?”
Her heart gave a wild beat. Ky’s body was hard next to hers, his heat and scent spilling over her.
“I have to come,” she whispered.
“When you are with me, you obey me. If you don’t, I punish you.”
“Punish?”
“With a spanking,” Aiden said on her other side. The two men were so close that their bodies touched, sandwiching her in. “Ky is very good at it.”
“How do you know?” Brianne asked, words slurring. “Has he spanked you?”
Aiden stilled a moment, then he laughed. “No.”
“Not yet,” Ky rumbled.
Brianne looked up at Ky. His eyes were pure blue, skin flushed. He growled something, then pulled Aiden to him around the pole, in front of Brianne. Startled, Aiden nearly fell, then caught himself on the pole, arms tight.
Ky kissed him. He kissed Aiden fiercely as Brianne watched, their hands still tight against her pussy. Ky’s tongue thrust into Aiden’s mouth, firmly exploring.
Brianne got lost in the pheromones rolling off the two Shareem. They swamped her senses, and her knees began to buckle. Her clit swelled and tingled, and Brianne cried out with it. A dark wave swamped her as she came, bucking into their hands.
Ky turned his head and transferred his kiss to her, his tongue prodding Brianne’s lips open. Aiden joined him, his lips on Brianne’s mouth, his tongue tangling with Ky’s. The three-way kiss went on and on as though neither man could stop.
They could send chemicals into Brianne’s body to induce excitement and lassitude. That could be the only explanation for why she licked and kissed back as though she couldn’t get enough.
When Aiden drew away, Brianne tried to follow. “No,” she said, unhappy.
Aiden chuckled. Ky broke the kiss and took a step back, taking away his delicious warmth.
“You came,” Ky said, his breathing hard.
Brianne’s own breath came swiftly, and she remained on her feet only because she was tied to the pole. “Yes. Thank you.”
“Without my permission.”
Brianne’s heart raced. “I didn’t mean to.”
Aiden shot her a smile. “Why not? You mean I’m losing my touch?”
“No. Your touch is wonderful.”
Ky leaned into her, his hard body a sudden menace. “You were supposed to wait for my permission.”
“I couldn’t.” Brianne gave him a defiant look. “You knew I wouldn’t be able to wait.”
Ky pressed against her, leather covering her bare skin. “You knew I’d punish you.”
He wouldn’t really, would he? Brianne was a d’Aroth, of the ruling family, and he was less than human according to the Ministry of Non-Human Life Forms and most people on Bor Narga.
But Brianne knew that in this train, right now, Ky didn’t give a damn who she was or how far above him she was on the social ladder. He was the Dom and she’d agreed to play by his rules.
I don’t understand his rules.
“You have a choice.” Ky drew the handle of his flogger across her lips. The leather tasted salty and smelled of him. “You can prove to me you can take your punishment, or I can walk away.” He dragged his tongue around the swirl of her ear. “Maybe you can get free before the train stops.”
Brianne tested her bonds. Ky hadn’t tied them to cut off her circulation, but tightly enough that she couldn’t loosen them. He’d known exactly how to do it.
The train would stop, and there would be Brianne d’Aroth, naked and bound to a pole. What a lovely story that would make on a digital.
Brianne swallowed. “I can take it.”
Aiden touched her back, his fingers soothing. “Are you sure?”
He sounded slightly worried, which worried Brianne. She nodded, biting her lip.
Ky stepped behind her. She felt the loose, cool strands of the leather on her backside. “Get ready,” his breath warmed her ear.
“I am—”
Her words cut off at the cut and sting of the leather. Once, twice, three times. And then Aiden’s hand soothing away the hurt.
Brianne closed her eyes and let out a half-groan. She’d always wondered why on earth a woman would let a man do this to her, but she hadn’t understood the joy that would wrap her entire body, the pleasure of surrender.
“Again,” she whispered.
“Are you sure?” Ky’s voice held a note of surprise.
“Very sure.” She dragged open her eyes and looked up at him. “Please.”
His eyes flickered. Aiden’s hand on her backside smoothed and soothed and felt so good.
Ky gave Aiden a curt nod, and Aiden took a step back. The flogger stung across her backside and hips, slap, sting, slap, sting. She could almost taste the Shareem chemicals in the air, pouring excitement and happiness over her until her knees started to buckle.
Aiden held her up with one strong hand. The lash continued to move over her skin, stinging, but not too hard, wielded by Ky’s expert hand. Aiden caught some of the strokes on his thigh and arm, but he didn’t flinch. In fact, his flush deepened as he held her under her arms, fingertips stroking her flesh in calming circles.
She had a sudden vision of Aiden stark naked and kneeling on a train seat while Ky spanked him with the flogger. His cock would stand out at a hard angle and he’d moan softly with pleasure.
The vision triggered her release. Aiden, eyes filled with blue, thrust his large hand down to cup her, rubbing and stroking as she came.
As her last moan died away, Ky stepped aside and folded up his flogger. Brianne rested her forehead against the pole, breathing hard, her body flooded with a joy she’d never experienced before. Touching herself had helped relieve her, but had never felt so good.
Aiden stroked his hand through her hair, fingers soothing. He smelled warm and male, and she loved him standing so close. If Ky would close up on her other side like before, perhaps touching her as Aiden did, she’d be content.
The train chose that moment to slow. Brianne made a sound of disappointment.
“Almost there,” Ky said.
He reached up and with a few twitches of his fingers, had her bonds undone. Brianne gave him a look of surprise. The knots had been so tight and unmovable before.
Ky tossed her silk tunic to her. “You should probably get dressed.”
Brianne caught the fabric and pressed it to her skin, no longer ashamed of being naked in front of him.
Ky stood too far away from her, out of reach. She wanted to wrap her arms around him and lean her head against his chest and say Thank you for showing me what pleasure is like.
Brianne wanted to know if Ky liked how she looked, if he’d enjoyed touching her and spanking her as much as she’d enjoyed letting him doing it. Please make some sign that this was special to you.
Ky remained still, his expression unreadable. It was Aiden who slid his warm arms around her from behind and pressed a kiss to her cheek.
“You are delectable,” Aiden said. “I knew you would be.” Another kiss. “The train doesn’t go back until first thing tomorrow, so you’d better find a place to stay.”
Brianne had known that and had already made arrangements to stay in what passed for luxurious accommodation out here, keeping up her “meditation” pretense.
Ky tucked his flogger into his pocket. “She’ll have a private transport come meet her. Her kind always do.”
Brianne began a hot retort, but stopped because of course she’d arranged private transport to her hotel. Ky read her well.
He gave her a knowing look, then he turned and walked away. Brianne’s gaze riveted to his leather-clad backside—probably he expected her to stare. Ky pulled open the door to the next train compartment—fort
unately empty—and strolled through.
Aiden tilted Brianne’s head back and kissed her on the lips. “You were beautiful, Brianne. Sweet dreams.”
A wink and a smile, and he followed Ky out of the car.
Brianne remained where she was, clothes pressed against her chest, heart beating hard. Reality began to trickle past the Shareem pheromones and the endorphins they’d stirred inside her.
She’d just had sexual play with two men—two Shareem—in a train car. And loved every minute of it.
This is my punishment, Brianne realized. Not Ky’s flogger stinging her, but understanding what it was to experience true sexual pleasure and knowing she’d likely never find it again.
Ky had gotten his revenge, and she’d walked right into it.
The train jerked and the lighted station ahead loomed large. Brianne jumped, gave a little squeak, and hurriedly threw on her clothes, finishing just as the hover train jolted to a halt in the barren station.
As she departed the train, Brianne looked up and down the empty platform but saw no sign of the two Shareem. They were gone.
Chapter Six
Two and Three
Aiden and Ky headed for the small inn near the train station that allowed Shareem, the landlady not caring much who her customers were as long as they paid in advance.
Ky transferred money from his account, it being his turn to pay, and they went up the stairs to the room they usually took, small and over the dank kitchen.
Aiden quickly closed the door and leaned on it. His face was flushed, eyes filled with blue. “I’m never doing that again, being with someone that sexy and not releasing. I’m dying.”
Ky didn’t answer, but began stripping off his clothes. He needed to release too, and his brain was too tense for him to answer. Aiden closed the storm shutters that were encased with dust, and sneezed.
“Sandstorm might be coming,” he said. “The wind smells wrong.”
Ky didn’t care right now about Bor Narga’s winds kicking up walls of sand that could tear flesh from bones. He’d weathered a sandstorm in this inn before. The shutters had held but leaked sand inside and made the sheets gritty.
Ky finished taking off his clothes and unclasped the leather that held his thong in place. He fetched towels from the bathroom and spread them on the bed and then opened Aiden’s box of oils.
As Aiden watched, Ky pulled out an amber-colored bottle, the oil in this one smelling a little of chocolate. He liked the exotic scent, and Aiden always kept some made up for him.
“I bet Brianne’s hotel room is lush,” Aiden said. He stripped off his tunic and let it fall to the floor. “The bed must be soft and smell good with her in it.”
“The hotel won’t let in Shareem,” Ky said.
“Don’t ruin my fantasies. She was hot, you have to admit.”
“Yeah, I know. That’s why I need release.” Ky sat on the edge of the bed and parted his legs. “If she’d been boring, I’d be watching a digital.”
“If you watched a digital about dirt farming right now you’d still be excited.” Aiden’s blue gaze drifted along Ky’s groin. “I’ve never seen you this hard.”
“I had incentive.”
Ky poured oil into his palm and slid his hand up his shaft from balls to tip. He closed his eyes at the sensation, which was slightly relieving but not enough. More oil, another soothing stroke.
His cock was hard and dark, the large tip almost purple. He knew Aiden was right—Ky had never been this aching before, even after teasing a woman without releasing himself. But the scent of Brianne covered in Aiden’s oil and the taste of her skin, the heat of her pussy had been good. So good.
Even better had been Aiden’s fingers caressing his as they both stroked her, and Aiden’s tongue hard in his mouth. The combination of woman and man … Ky had never felt anything so potentially explosive in his existence.
He pleasured himself in long, squeezing strokes, trying to build the excitement so that he could release before he ignited. The excitement heightened, but not nearly enough.
It didn’t help that Aiden watched, his eyes betraying his arousal, not to mention the elongated cock that sprang out when he tossed aside his loincloth.
Usually they released without paying attention to each other, but after yesterday, something had changed.
“Come here,” Ky ordered. “Help me.”
Aiden sat next to him on the bed. “What do you want me to do?”
“Touch me. I need to come.”
Aiden moved his large hand toward him. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. For the gods’ sake. Before I die.”
Aiden brushed his thumb across Ky’s tip. Ky groaned and thrust his hips upward. “More.”
Ky held his cock firmly at the base while Aiden played with his tip, Aiden’s Shareem body roasting hot against Ky’s arm. He turned his head to see Aiden’s perfect face, his eyes riveted to Ky. Their mouths hovered near each other’s, not kissing but breaths tangling.
Not enough.
“Stand up,” Ky said.
Aiden unwound his fingers from Ky and rose to his feet. Ky stood and faced the bed, pressing his thighs against the hard mattress. Aiden seemed to know what he wanted. He stepped behind Ky, his cock pressing against Ky’s ass, and snaked his hand around to Ky’s front.
Ky poured more oil directly onto his shaft and he and Aiden smoothed the oil over it together. He studied Aiden’s brown fingers and his own browner ones against his cock, liking the contrast, and damn did he like the feel.
Ky did a few strokes then let Aiden take over. Aiden’s expert fingers traced Ky’s head then drew down either side of his shaft to his balls.
Aiden’s breath was warm in his ear, his hardness gently nestling between Ky’s buttocks. Ky groaned softly, liking the scent of Aiden mixed with the scent of Brianne still on him. He closed his eyes.
So this was what it was like to give yourself into the hands of a level one. Level ones were experts in sensuality, able to soothe and excite by simple touching.
When their touch moved beyond the simple, they became masters. Aiden knew exactly how much to play and squeeze, exactly how much pressure to use on Ky’s cock and when to circle the tip with light fingers.
Aiden tickled and played with Ky’s balls, before closing his hand completely around his shaft in one smooth stroke. Oil welled up under Aiden’s fingers and beaded around the cock’s head. Aiden’s hand moved in sensual rhythm, up and down, stroke by stroke. His body warmth covered Ky, his free hand splayed across Ky’s abdomen.
Ky leaned back against him. “No wonder you’re always happy,” he said. “If this is how you bring yourself off.”
“It’s a gift,” Aiden murmured. He nibbled Ky’s ear.
As a Dom Ky didn’t allow anything so playful as ear-nibbling. But Aiden could do it. His best friend, his roommate, his confidant.
His lover?
What would it be like to be Aiden’s lover all the way? To slide an oiled cock into Aiden’s tight ass and run his hands over his perfect body? To have Aiden moan with bliss and beg him for more?
Ky felt a twinge in his left arm and hastily drew a black curtain over the vision. Too dangerous. Don’t go there.
Aiden stroking Ky didn’t seem to be a problem, but then it was nothing different than what a woman would do to him.
Stroking me. Kissing me. I’ll have to be content with that.
Ky could do much more with Brianne d’Aroth. That was allowed. Besides, she had a sweet ass. He’d flogged it red then watched as Aiden soothed the hurt away.
If he could do that again, then share her with Aiden, or maybe tie Aiden up and only let him watch Ky fill Brianne, he’d be a happy man. His heart leapt and his cock did too. Aiden chuckled and licked his ear.
The sandstorm hit, shaking the walls and banging the shutters, building in intensity until it sounded like a thousand pieces of machinery rumbling all at once.
“Damn storms,” Aiden muttered.
> “Doesn’t matter. No one will hear us. This is fucking good.”
“Why haven’t we tried it before?” Aiden asked.
Ky knew damn well why, but now wasn’t the time to explain. Now was the time to lean against Aiden and let Aiden do his thing.
“I love your cock,” Aiden said into his ear. “I love watching you fuck with it. You’re a master.”
“I’ve practiced.”
“You’re Shareem. But it’s more than that.”
Ky thought he might explain, but Aiden fell silent. Ky pressed his own fingers against his sac, feeling the seed pulse. He pinched a fold of skin, wanting to prolong the delight.
Aiden’s body was roasting hot against his back, and Ky could tell his friend was building toward climax. His cock rubbed Ky’s ass like he wanted to come in, but wouldn’t without permission.
Not yet. We gotta take it slow.
Aiden drew a sharp breath. “Oh, no.”
“What?” Ky asked thickly.
“You’re so fucking good.” Aiden made a noise of pleasure and bit Ky’s ear. “I’m coming.”
“Doesn’t mean you can stop.”
Aiden squeezed Ky hard, just as Ky felt Aiden’s hot seed cover his backside. The pulsing inside Ky built to the breaking point, and he could no longer hold it back.
“Sweet gods.” He groaned his release as thin ropes of come shot through Aiden’s fingers and onto the waiting towels.
Aiden grabbed Ky by the nape of the neck and started kissing him, the deep hot kiss of release.
“Do me,” he said, his eyes still an aroused blue. He took Ky’s fingers and wrapped them around his already hardening cock. “Do me now.”
Ky hesitated a moment, wanting so much to touch and caress his friend in return. He waited just long enough for the warning twinge to begin in his arm.
Alarm swirled through him, and he let his hand drop. “No. I can’t.”
He didn’t imagine the hurt in Aiden’s eyes this time. He saw it plainly—along with his anger.
The sandstorm escalated, beating at the shutters and sending a thin stream of sand through the cracks to sting their eyes.
“Stuff a towel or something into that damn window,” Ky said.
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