I just didn't want to…
When Arthur hummed again, I nearly lost it. It took everything in me to not lose control of my emotions or my body. They were making it quite difficult to do much of anything. When I locked eyes with Elijah, he said firmly, “Don't you dare come yet.”
“But...”
He drew close, his breath hot on my mouth. “Don't. You. Dare.”
How the hell was I supposed to control it? I hardly had any experience at all. Whenever I touched myself, it was brief because I always came quickly. And now, I could feel the threat of my orgasm lingering around my pelvis. Arthur lapped rapidly, forcing my back to arch.
I whimpered. “H-h-how am I supposed to?”
Elijah remained quiet.
He grinned as he gripped a chunk of my hair and tilted my chin up so that I was looking right at him.
He said, “If you come right now, I will not take you out to dinner. I won't give you a damn thing, do you understand that, Belle?”
What was I even supposed to do? Was there anything I could do? Should I think about something to keep myself from blasting into another dimension? There was nothing else I could possibly bring to my mind. Within my sight was Elijah's immense cock, that beautiful half-mast dong that made my mouth water all over again. What was happening to me…?
I couldn't hold on for very long. Arthur was teasing the absolute hell out of me, and my hips were rocking uncontrollably. My entire body seemed to convulse without prior thought, a sort of shaking that took a life of its own as if it wasn't me. I don't think it was me.
“Elijah, please,” I begged.
“Don't do it.”
Arthur's tongue sunk deeper into my pussy, reaching into those secret places that I had hidden for so long. He dipped in between the folds of my pussy lips and teased my clit, circling it rapidly before dipping back into my pussy entrance. Did his actions keep me pure or was this a way to break me in? It almost didn't matter anymore.
I kind of really wanted it.
Elijah drew close to my face without pressing his lips to mine. He was murmuring something, maybe some words of encouragement to keep me from busting all over the place, but I really couldn't decipher what he was saying. My mind was becoming an absolute mess of racing thoughts and questions, and my body was already doing its own thing. I think I was already coming without even realizing it.
And then he kissed me. His lips are so soft that I was taken aback physically and it forced my pussy further against Arthur's lips. Arthur continued lapping fiercely, and now Elijah was taking me by the mouth. I could feel him jerking himself off, and it caused me to vibrate electrically.
I didn't think I could hold on any longer...
“Do you want me?” he whispered breathlessly.
“I do,” I hummed. “So very much.”
“Can I take you?”
The question prompted Arthur to stop licking. While panting, he stated, "I thought we were going to wait for that."
I furrowed my brows together in confusion. “Was that all you wanted? Did you even really want to talk to me about anything?”
Elijah pulled back a few inches but kept his fingers on my chin. He gave me a reassuring glance.
“No, darling,” he replied. “That was not the goal today. The goal was to make you feel like you were wanted.”
“You want me?”
“In so many more ways than one, darling.”
I was speechless. My eyes searched Elijah's for some kind of indication that maybe he was lying. I never heard anybody say something like that to me before without it meaning that they just wanted to fuck me all the time. Or that they just wanted to fuck me and leave. I wasn't even sure how to feel. This was completely new territory.
I guess I was a virgin in more than one way.
Chapter 13
Arthur
I couldn't help how much my mouth wanted to move without my instruction. Her pussy tasted so good. It was like licking nectar straight out of a flower, the juices trickling down my chin and pooling around my neck, perhaps even dripping down to the carpet underneath my head.
I didn't care. As long as she had her pleasure for as long as she wanted, I didn't care how much my lips were aching, or my muscles were burning. Nothing about me mattered—this was all about her. Every stroke, every moan, and every motion was all about her.
However, in the midst of my feverish eating, I heard Elijah make a comment about taking her right now. I paused instantly and pointed out that we hadn't made that decision yet. The conversation that followed seemed to put Belle at ease, but it didn't help me that much. I didn't like it when Elijah made decisions without me, and this wasn't something that he could make a decision about without consulting me first.
I pushed the resentment aside.
We had work to do.
Belle needed to get off eventually, and I wanted to take her there. As her hips resumed rocking forward, I extended my tongue and let her hump the hell out of my mouth. I could tell that she liked taking a little bit of control. As much as she got off from taking direction from Elijah, she seemed to like to have a little bit of slack in order to get herself going. I didn't mind that at all. I liked the fact that she was humping me.
Her thighs squeezed together and nearly popped my head, only inspiring me to lick faster. Her stomach clenched and I felt her ass shiver. In fact, most of her body was shivering, and she might have vibrated away were it not for her pants holding her in place and for my hands holding her right over my face.
I heard Elijah give more instructions: “I'm going to start counting down now. You don't come until I reach the number one, understand?”
I smiled, trying to control my own body in this situation. I had already pulled my pants down and was vigorously stroking my own cock, getting off on the fact that Belle was getting off on me.
“Do you understand?” Elijah asked her.
She muffled an agreement.
“Ten...nine...eight...”
Her body tensed, even more, attempting to control what was happening. But she should have known better than that by now. There was no way to control something like this. We were always going to be in control of when she came and how she came. She was just going to have to get used to that.
“Seven...six...five...”
Belle whimpered and rocked forward. Her hips nearly caved under the pressure, and I felt her pussy lips twitch against my mouth. I took this opportunity to start stroking my tongue across her clit again, eliciting a collection of moans that rose in a crescendo the more I licked.
“Four...three...two...”
She shuddered when Elijah paused. It caused me to chuckle uncontrollably, and I couldn't help pulling my mouth away from her pussy. I glanced up towards her shivering breasts and watched as her chin and then her eyes appeared. She glanced at me longingly, practically begging.
Delightful.
“Please,” she begged. “Don't stop.”
Elijah took her chin fast, pressing close to her forehead. “Did I say it yet?”
She whimpered and replied, “No, sir.”
“Then, keep moving.”
I suckled on her clit in that instant and found the most satisfying spot to get her to shudder uncontrollably, almost violently. Her dazed moans made her sound like she was drunk like she was soaring high on a drug that she was never going to come down from. We had that sort of effect on women, and I was almost sure that she was becoming addicted by the second.
I hoped that she was.
Another incoherent begging session spilled from her lips, but I kept moving, kept lapping, kept stroking. She wasn't going to get away with it so easily. And, God, how satisfying it was to hear her trying to seek mercy from Elijah. I almost wanted to see how her face might have looked while she was begging. Imagining it only made my cock harder.
While stroking myself, I could feel my own muscles tensing up in preparation for my release. I wished so hard for it to be inside of her, but I knew that that
would eventually develop at some point in the near future. Having her pussy pressed to my lips was enough to cause me to shake and I found myself erupting before I could even stop it.
I growled and moaned into her pussy lips. Unfortunately, it only caused her to wail loudly, and I could feel her juices gushing all over my face. Her body convulsed as if she was possessed—possessed with the opiate effects that we had on her—and there was no escaping it this time.
We had her.
She was coming.
When I was finished jerking off, I shimmied down to watch the eruption. Just as she was taking off, Elijah shoved his cock into her mouth and forced her to suck on it. Her vibrating body offered him a sensation I could have only imagined. But I had already come, and I was already worn out. I did not want to try to go another round. So instead, I sat back and enjoyed the show.
It was lovely to see her porcelain skin shimmering in the office light. The paintings in the background made it seem like the most high-class erotic porn I had ever seen. Elijah's face told me everything. Every muscle of his body was twitching with satisfaction as his eruption arrived very quickly. He came all over Belle's face, coating every inch of her skin with his seed. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, welcoming the warm fluid. It was such a satisfying sight.
Elijah smiled warmly. “What a good girl.”
“Indeed,” I agreed. “So good, in fact, that we ought to treat her to something very special.”
“Like what?” she inquired.
Elijah's grin widened as he beckoned her up from the ground. He carefully withdrew a handkerchief from his pocket and began wiping the come from her face, taking extra care around her lips. She smiled as he did this and hugged him. I lifted my pants from the ground and put them back on, walking over to them to join their embrace.
I could still feel her heart racing. I rested my head against her shoulder and wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her in very close. It was such a strange moment—not in an odd sort of way. I think it just felt familiar, in a sense. It was like it had already happened before when it hadn't.
What in the world was I thinking?
It was then Belle noticed the handkerchief and noticed the initials on the corner, and she laughed audibly as she held it up to the light. “I didn't think you would find this.”
Elijah chuckled. “So, you did leave it on purpose.” His eyes flitted to me. “I guess you owe me $1,000, brother.”
I laughed, full of glee. I didn't even care about the money. I was just happy that Belle had come back to us the way she had.
She was too sweet. I wanted to keep her forever.
“So, what's the special gift?” she asked.
“It's a surprise,” I replied. “Princesses don't need to know about the treasure before they receive it.”
I turned her around, so she was facing me and planted my lips against hers. She kissed me unabashedly, and I felt my heart race even faster.
Yes, this is exactly what I wanted...forever.
Chapter 14
Belle
After a lengthy battle with my pussy, Arthur pulled away and stood aside to watch Elijah, and I continue. It was utterly erotic like a scene out of a steamy romance—those paperback books I picked up before rubbing myself in. As much as I had wanted more, I knew my limits. They knew my limits, too. I was grateful for that.
I welcomed their touch after the scene was over. It was comforting and sublime, a mixture of intense sexual energy and loving warmth. I was beyond happy to receive it. In the back of my mind, all I could think about was how Sarah may not believe me when I tell her all of this—which, of course, I totally planned on doing—but I also considered their anonymity.
What would happen if I let that cat out of the bag?
It is funny to think that just a week ago, I thought these two fools had been playing with me when in reality they did want to play with me...just in very different ways from what I had thought. And it was sublime. It was blissful and wonderful and comforting. They wanted to show me things that I had never seen before, and I was more than happy to oblige—although I still had some mixed feelings about what that might mean.
A girl like me can't be too careful, can she?
As Arthur took my hand and Elijah took my other hand, they led me down the hall towards a bedroom. It was even more lavish than the office. A four-post bed sat in the center of the room with silky sheer curtains surrounding the entire length of it. The sheets on the bed were fluffy and looked cozy, appearing to be an invitation to lay down after such a hefty encounter. Antique furniture lined the walls of the room that didn't at all look like antiques. Everything was very well cared for; very polished and cleaned.
On the other side of the room sat a golden door embossed with an elegant design that looked familiar. I pointed out it. "So, you two were the ones who sent me the flowers."
Arthur chuckled and agreed. He crossed the room and opened up a humongous dresser that was filled with clothes. Many of them looked far too expensive on their hangers for me to touch, but he invited me to touch them anyway. I was overwhelmed by the sensation, by the combination of cotton, and silk, and satin, and taffeta.
These were luxurious clothes—and I was but a food servant. They were not for my hands. I withdrew humbly, feeling far smaller and very much less than.
“Please, pick whatever you like,” Arthur encouraged.
“I really don't think I could,” I admitted it. “They're all so...upscale.”
“Nothing is too good for you,” he replied. “Don't ever think that you don't deserve these things just because of your status in our company.”
“I'm just worried.”
My hand flew to my mouth, realizing what exactly I had just said. Arthur gave me a sympathetic look and appeared like he might have wanted to press forward to ask about what I had just blurted, but he didn't push for an explanation, and he didn't try to sway me in any other direction. He simply nodded and motioned towards the door behind us. "If you don't want to wear any of these clothes, we do have some simpler clothes in the other room."
“Where did you get all these from?”
“We picked it up here and there from traveling,” Elijah replied. “And don't worry—they've never been worn before.”
“Oh, well, I wasn't worried about that...” I lied.
I was worried about that. It wasn't a germ thing, it was the other thing—the how-many-other-women-have-they-treated-this-way thing. But it was mere paranoia, and I recognized it right away. I had to push it out of my mind before they read it all over my face.
Arthur smiled warmly. “We just want you to feel comforted by the fact that these are fresh, even though they're not exactly in season. It would be a hot statement to make while we're out shopping.”
I grinned wide. “So, that's the surprise.”
He made a silly face. “Oops, I didn't mean to say that.”
Elijah scoffed. “My brother—the joker.”
“Are you two actually brothers?”
“No,” Arthur replied. “But we do feel like we have a brotherly bond. We've been close for a very long time.”
Feeling a little ballsy, I dove into the closet of mixed fabrics and started thumbing through them, looking for something that would be fitting for me but not too fancy.
“How long have you two known each other?” I asked.
“Oh, say about...fifteen years,” Arthur replied. “We grew up together and went to the same schools. All of our classes matched up. Naturally, we grew very close.”
“That must have been nice,” I commented. “What about your parents? Where are you from?”
“We both grew up here,” Elijah explained. “Our parents are of no concern of yours.”
I paused while holding a silky purple blouse and turned sullenly to Arthur. “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry. I was just curious.”
“Don't worry about it,” Arthur assured.
I resumed my search and finally found something
worth wearing that wouldn't make me feel like I was standing out too much. It was a green cotton-top with rose buttons that went all the way down the center and a matching black pair of silk pants. It seemed like the most fitting outfit I could find. Although when I look down at my shoes, I realized I was wearing my utterly tattered sneakers. That was going to have to change.
As if reading my mind, Arthur revealed a collection of heels in the corner of the dresser. I snagged a pair of black pumps that were perfect for walking in. When I retreated to the bathroom, I was overwhelmed by the sight of gold and white marble covering every inch. The shower was lit up with LED lights that were controlled by a widget on the wall. The shower head was actually flattened as if to create a waterfall instead of a shower. A grand hot tub sat in the corner with rows and rows of bath bombs, and I wondered who might have occupied this room before. All over the tiled floors were fluffy white rugs with gold designs. It was a bathroom fit for a princess, truly, and at that moment I actually felt like one.
When I looked in the mirror, I grimaced. My hair was an absolute wreck, my eyeliner was running down my cheeks, and my lipstick was smudged. I stripped my clothes immediately and hopped into the shower, turning the hot water up so that I could wash away the mess.
It didn't take me long to shower. Although the water temperature was absolutely perfect and I wanted to stay, I knew that there were two men on the other side of the bathroom door waiting for me. As soon as I dried off and pulled on my new clothes, I felt like a completely new person. I towel dried my hair and let it hang in ringlets around my shoulders, turning side-to-side to study my new appearance.
I didn't have any makeup with me which made me feel slightly naked, but I just hoped that they didn't mind. When I left the bathroom, I was greeted with a multitude of compliments.
“A true vision of beauty.”
“Simple, elegant, gorgeous.”
“You don't even need makeup.”
“But if you want some, we could always procure whatever you prefer.”
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