Chapter 7 Soraya #3
Ares hesitates and swallows. “They’re both me. Just…different sides of me.”
Ares stares at me and closes his eyes. He throws his head back. His shoulders rotate slowly, and his body seems more relaxed. He pushes his hair out of his face. Aric was here. “Flower.”
I can’t help but smile. “I like that nickname. Hello…Aric?”
Where Ares sits slouched like a soldier over a fire, Aric sits straight, like a king on a throne. When I think back in my head, I do see a little difference in our exchanges.
“How do you feel about this impromptu marriage?”
Aric smiles easier. “I don’t think it’s impromptu. I think it’s fate.”
I hold the pillow tighter. “I wouldn’t have taken you for a man to believe in fate.”
Aric rubs his face with the back of his hand. “You are taking this exceptionally well.”
I shrug. “Everything for the past few months in my life has been hectic. This feels normal.”
Aric nods. “Understood.”
“What if I say no to this marriage, Aric? What if I want to change my mind? I waited because with Elias, “No” meant I was defying him, and he wouldn’t tolerate defiance. He would explode. My body tenses, waiting for Aric’s response.
“Well, it’s no. But you will still have my protection.” He says it as if it’s so natural for him to protect me. My shoulders drop. I didn’t even realize I was holding them up.
“I have a question, but it’s so left field.” I bite my lip and swallow. “Who did I have sex with?”
Aric’s eyes widen. “Ares,” he whispers.
I drop the pillow and stand. I should leave, but it’s like my body is craving his touch.
I walk slowly and step between Aric’s legs. His head reaches just below my chest. His eyes are watching, waiting for me to make a move.
My fingers move into his soft black hair.
“Soraya…are you sure?”
“I want to know every aspect of you. Let me know, Aric.”
Aric closes his eyes, and his nose flares.
“Hey, everything okay?”
ARIC
“What the fuck does she mean wants to know you, Aric?”
I close my eyes, savoring the touch of Soraya’s fingers on my skin, ignoring the twisting of my muscles and the pain that is running up my spine.
“Ares is upset,” I reply. I never have sex; it’s more Ares’s job to take care of us. But with Soraya…
“Son of a bitch. I am more than fucking upset.”
She tilts her head to the side. She gives me a cheeky little smile. “How about this? Ares can watch while you…while we, you know…give him a show.”
My brain goes silent. No one is talking. I bend my head and chuckle.
“I think Ares agrees.”
“Every instruction I give you, you shall follow,” Ares says.
I ignore Ares and press my face into her stomach. My hands slide up to her hips. Her fingers massage my scalp slowly.
“Aric! Pull her down into your lap.”
I lean back and open my legs wider. “Turn to the mirror and strip slowly.”
“You motherfucker.”
Unlike before, Soraya is in a dark blue silk, short sleeve pajamas. She looks into the mirror, and unbuttons her shirt slowly. Her eyes find mine, and she smiles.
“Look straight into the mirror, flower. See the beautiful woman that I see every day,” I reply.
Ares stops pacing, and he stares at her in awe. He presses his hand against the mirror.
“Fuck, Aric, you are going to pay for this.”
Soraya shrugs her top off, allowing it to hook on her finger. She looks into the mirror and smiles and then drops the top to the floor.
“Can Ares see me in the mirror? Is that why you asked me to look into it?” Her chest rises slowly and falls. Both Ares and I go still.
“Clever girl.”
“Yes, he can,” I reply, my fingers gripping the armrest, loving the look of her breasts in that black satin bra.
Soraya walks closer to the mirror and traces her finger on the glass. She may not be able to see him, but he is close to the mirror. His breath is fogging the other side.
“What is she doing, Aric?” Ares asks.
I don’t answer, because Soraya steps back, turning toward me. Slowly, she hooks her fingers into the waistband of her shorts. Bending at the waist, she drags them down her legs slowly.
“Fuck me. Her ass is …”.
“Exquisite,” I mutter.
Soraya walks to the middle of the room. Standing between Ares and me. She smirks, and in that moment, I realize neither Ares nor I are in control.
She drags her hand up her sides, circling her breasts. She cups them, and then squeezes it.
I can’t fucking breathe.
“Unbutton your shirt for me, Aric.” Her voice is soft but commanding.
I pull the shirt out of my pants; my eyes never leaving hers. I am holding myself back from ripping my shirt open.
As I undo the last button, she reaches behind her back and with one twist, her bra is unhooked. She cups her breasts, causing the straps to slowly fall off her shoulders.
“Let me see, flower.”
She pulls the bra off and holds it out with one finger. She looks back in the mirror and smirks as it drops from her hand.
“Tell her to turn, Aric. I want to fucking see.”
Just when I was about to say something. She slides her panties down her leg. Both Ares and I inhale.
She kicks her underwear to the side. Slowly, she walks to me. I open my legs wider, waiting for her.
Soraya bends and presses her lips to mine. Her tongue called mine forth. She tastes of strawberries and mint. Her hands move into my hair.
I raise my hand to touch her –
She tugs my head back. “No touching until I say.”
“What the fuck is happening?”
I feel like I am being hypnotized. “We are giving our wife…total control.”
Soraya chuckles. “I like that. Wife.”
She moves away and turns to the mirror. She sits on my lap, and my hips lift as if they have a mind of their own.
Her back is pressed against my chest; her hand runs to the side of my neck down to her breast. She glances at the mirror with her eyes half closed, she pulls at her nipples.
Her hand glides down her stomach and disappears into her pussy.
“Both of you…watch me.”
My head flicks to our reflection. I harden against her ass. She makes slow circles on her clit.
There is a small ripple over the mirror, as if Ares is clawing to come out.
“Don’t look away. Watch how wet you both are making my pussy,” she says as her finger sinks inside. I grip the side of the chair tighter.
The sopping sound of her fingers thrusting into herself makes me swallow. I watch as her body undulates on mine.
“She is beautiful.” Ares presses his hand onto the mirror.
“She is ours.”
Soraya raises her hips, opening her legs wider for both Ares and I to see.
I press my lips near her ear. “Come for us, Soraya. Show us what your pleasure looks like.”
She bites her bottom lip and moves her fingers faster. A strangled moan escapes her.
“Aric…Ares.”
I look in the mirror, and a devilish smile is reflected back at me.
“Be a good girl and come on those fucking fingers.”
“Yes, baby,” she mutters.
Ares pushes past me for a second, with my hand around her throat he tightens. “When you are done, little flame, you will take us down your throat. Then in your pussy.”
“Aric?”
My nose flares. “He will be back in a second. I need you to milk that fucking pussy and make it come for us…now.”
Her body arches and stiffens. “Fuck. I am coming.” She screams out as her fingers commit to three more hand thrusts. A shudder runs through her body; she collapses.
As Ares retreats, I regain control in shock, slowly releasing her throat.
“Aric, we’ve never exchanged that smoothly before.”
I hold Soraya close, rocking her as she comes down from her orgasm.
SORAYA
I don’t know how to explain it. I feel powerful. Having two men…well, one man, wanting me.
“Are you ready, flower?” Aric whispers in my ear.
Pressing on his chest, my hand meets a raised part of his skin. “What is this? A brand?”
He looks down. “It’s a Greek lambda.”
I ease off of his lap, standing on wobbly legs. “Why did you get it?”
“It’s to remind me to have discipline over my desires, and order over blood,” he says as he stands.
Ares’ body is not perfect, but fuck it is built with purpose.
The purpose is to intimidate lesser men.
The scar extends down his neck. He appears to be a god among men, like someone carved him from stone.
The light catches parts of his muscles, creating dips and shadows between the creases.
His stomach, has a beautiful set of lean muscles, creating a separate compact muscle.
This man doesn’t have a six-pack; it extends and flattens at his waistband.
“Kneel.”
I drop to my knees. Placing my hand on my thigh, I watch as he unbuckles his pants. The pants drop down his long legs and pool at his feet. I look up at him, reveling in the subtle taper at his waist, which forms a deep V. His legs are like thick steel poles, strong and carved.
His thumb drags over my bottom lip, pulling it to the side. He then slips it into my mouth.
“Suck it.”
I look up at him and suck his thumb.
“You want to be our wife, Soraya?”
I nod, rolling my tongue under his finger.
Aric looks in the mirror and nods. “Do you want to be our little slut too, Soraya?”
I moan around his finger.
“Good girl.” Aric removes his thumb. He takes his boxer briefs off, throwing them to the side.
He strokes his cock from base to tip. If I hadn’t had sex with him before, I would be frightened to take him into my body. It would have felt impossible. His cock is thick and covered in roped veins.
He walks closer to me. “Stretch your tongue out.”
My pussy flutters at his command. I throw my head back and stretch my tongue out.
“Such a good obedient slut we have here, Ares.” Aric taps his cock on my tongue.
Without further instruction, I take his cock into my mouth. My hands reach up and wrap around him. My head bobs as I create suction around his cock.
His knees almost buckle, and I giggle.
“Oh, you think it’s funny.” Both hands hold the top of my head as he thrusts down my throat. It burns, but I revel in the pain. He moves my hands away, and I place them at the side of his thighs.
“You are taking me so well, wife. Fuck.” He pushes his cock down my throat. My nose is pressed against his pelvic bone. He smells of sandalwood and musk. My eyes water, but I refuse to bow out first.
“Fuck, Soraya.” Ares pulls away and looks down at my face. My eyes water, and I gasp for air.
“Again,” I whisper.
He chuckles. “Open your mouth for me, baby, and breathe through your nose.”
I stretch my tongue out. As he enters, I love the moan that he emits.
“Look at you allowing me to fuck your mouth like a good little slut. Fuck.”
His hips begin to thrust faster into my mouth.
“Look at me.”
My gaze moves to his. His face is red, with a vein popping out of the middle of his forehead. “You are letting me desecrate you.”
I nod as his cock hits the back of my throat hard.
“You are such a good fucking slut. Fuck I want to come.”
He pulls out and drops to his knees.
“Turn around. Let Ares see the gift we are getting as a wife.”
I turn around on all fours. Pressing my chest to the carpet, I toot my ass up high. I feel the broad swipe of Aric’s tongue.
“Fucking delicious.”
Before I can recover, Aric holds my waist and thrusts into me. I scream out. His thrusts are hard and heavy, and I love it.
Our hips slap.
“Such a beautiful pussy. Look at the mess you are making.”
I moan because Aric is tapping my spot.
He pulls me up to his chest. His arm bands around my breasts, his other hand on my clit.
“Look in the mirror. You can’t see it, but there is a man there watching, needing you…but he can’t have you. Because you are fucking mine.”
I begin to ride Aric’s cock, leaning onto his chest.
“Make me fucking come, Aric. Show Ares what he is missing.” I wrap my arms around his neck.
Aric chuckles in my ear. “With pleasure.”
His fingers strum my clit with each thrust; I squeeze around him.
My eyes roll back in my head as I feel my orgasm rising up my spine.
“Aric…Ares.” I mutter.
“We know, Raya, we know. Come on our cock, give us what we want.”
Aric tightens his hold on me.
“Look in the mirror, Soraya. Don’t look away; watch us fuck.”
Our hips move together in unison. I can see Aric's cock moving inside of me.
The image in the mirror is erotic and hot.
“Now, Soraya…come on our fucking cock.”
Aric dips his head and bites my neck…and I scream. My orgasm makes me tumble forward.
His grip tightens and his hips piston as he groans into my neck. “Fuck.. Soraya.”
Three more thrusts, and we both tumble to the carpet.