The Sidekick

Chapter Fifty-Seven

Tera

Asher taps his thigh on the left side. I crawl into the position he wants and sit on my heels. I should feel ridiculous, but the soft, pleased look on his face when he watched me do it earlier made me feel like a queen. I don’t feel like an idiot floundering for what to do with him. He wants me next to him. He gets it. So easy.

“I want you to meditate for a little while. Relax.”

I nod in agreement. That sounds wonderful. Cleaning out all the negative stuff so good things can come in.

“Seiza, knees wide, and pull up your skirt.”

I’m doing it before the instructions penetrate my brain. I don’t have a chance to tense up or second guess anything until I’m already in position with my skirt tucked up to reveal my thighs. With my knees this wide, my panties are on display for anyone to see from the right angle.

“Color?” I can feel him looking down at me as I swallow hard.

It’s ok. Asher won’t let anything happen to me. That takes a lot of the sudden embarrassment out of me.

“Green,” I answer confidently.

“Good. Meditate.”

His hand drops to the back of my neck as he leans back in the chair. That final silent signal that he’s with me is what allows me to close my eyes and drift.

It’s a little difficult at first because I usually warm up at least before I do this. Plus, this is kind of a negative environment for me, with the couch being right there and Max already sitting on it. It’s almost like a taunt to tempt me back onto it and relive what we did there.

For some reason, that last thought is what allows me to get into it.

I can hear them speaking around me, but I don’t focus on it. They’re background noise, like music. I recognize the voices, the various tones of surprise and excitement from Max. Trevor’s caution eases into his darker tones. Asher’s steady cadence, unaffected by whatever is being said. I should probably be paying attention, but he said to meditate. Does he know how much I love it? The ease of a relaxed body and mind to recharge?

Silence settles around me as I float without thought.

“Eyes open, angel.”

I come out of it slowly, taking my time. When my lids lift, I’m surprised to see Max sitting across from me with a wide grin. He’s on a yoga mat, but he isn’t in a particular position. He’s leaning against the filing cabinets with his ankles crossed. Trevor is right beside him, still in his office chair. His chin is propped up by one fist as he watches me like a predator that’s just spotted prey. With his thighs spread, his erection is very noticeable.

The thought would have flared up a lot of emotions a minute ago. Now, I’m easy with it. Asher is here. I can sit back and watch them all I want as long as he lets me.

They can see my panties. I don’t know how long they’ve been staring at me.

“Namaste.”

I repeat the salutation with a sigh. My body feels loose, and my mind is at peace.

“Max and Trevor don’t know anything about yoga.”

I’m surprised. I look at the mat Max is sitting on with a frown.

“Why the mat?” I ask him curiously.

Max gets a smug smirk and glances at Trevor.

“So he doesn’t hurt his knees,” Trevor supplies with a soft smile. “A lot of his punishments involve him kneeling.”

Realization dawns.

“And the pillow,” I nod with a soft smile.

“Pain within his limits, babygirl. We talk to each other to make sure he’s ok. And if he’s lying about it, I say my safe word instead.”

“His is pin,” Max points to Trevor. “Mine is mustard.”

“That’s random,” I mutter with a frown.

“That’s the point. Who shouts mustard during sex?” Max grins.

“You, obviously,” I point out with a smirk.

He gives me a teasing, angry look. “Don’t hate me because I’m a genius.”

I feel my eyes roll. “I’m sure I can find other things instead.”

He moves his mouth as if he’s mocking my speech.

“We’re going to teach them a little bit,” Asher informs me with a smile. “We’ve agreed on all the rules.”

The rules he told me he would make them obey earlier today. They can only watch, not touch. I don’t know exactly what the plan is after that. He had me at punishing them. The next part is going to be hard, but I’m in the right mindset for it.

“I adjusted them to suit us.”

Why does Asher sound so smug?

“They can’t touch themselves or each other.”

Oh my gosh, it’s genius.

“Now,” he turns back to the men across from us. “Do either of you understand why you’re being punished?”

“Punished?” Trevor says with a raised brow.

Max is starting to look a little uneasy now.

“Yes. Punished.” Asher’s tone drops in anger.

I keep still, focusing on Max’s chest for the next part. I can do this.

“Tell us then,” Trevor gives him a mocking smirk. Big mistake.

“I’d be happy to,” Asher says with dark relish. “Max told me that you three played in this office. Just once.”

“Yeah,” Max glances at me with a wince.

“Max,” Trevor glares. “It’s called tact, fucker.”

“Ash had to know,” he rubs a hand along the back of his neck. “I’m sorry if it embarrassed you, Tera.”

I stay quiet with a serene smile. This is going to be so good.

“Tera told me her side of the event.”

“Okay?” Max says warily.

“Get on with it,” Trevor snaps, his lips going flat with anger.

“She didn’t get an orgasm out of it.” Asher smiles at him smugly.

“We wanted her to eat something,” Max protests. “She wasn’t taking care of herself, and Trevor wanted to motivate her.”

“I get it,” Asher turns the smile on Max. “I want to thank you for it.”

I suck in my cheeks to try and stifle my smile. Max’s brow furrows as he watches me.

“Why?” Trevor asks warily.

“Because I’m the first person to ever give my angel an orgasm. You boys just missed out.”

“What?” Trevor looks surprised. It’s nothing like Max’s reaction. He looks ready to cry over the knowledge.

“No,” he says as his shoulder slumps. “It could have been me.”

“It wasn’t,” Asher grinds the wound with salt.

“How is that possible?” Trevor asks, stunned.

“Angel?”

“I, um,” I stutter, trying to regain my footing in this game. I didn’t expect either reaction, no matter what Asher said. “I thought sex wasn’t for me. I hoped one of you would give me one, but I didn’t really think you would.”

They both gape at me. It’s making me start to get uncomfortable.

“So we’re going to teach you both yoga, just like I said. With a twist.”

“We already agreed to the rules,” Trevor grits out angrily.

“You didn’t ask the right questions,” Asher replies without pity. “Use your safe word if you can’t handle it.”

“You dirty bastard,” Max whispers with a glare.

Asher’s smug smile returns. “I’d recommend suffering in silence, personally. I’m addicted to seeing her cum. You won’t want to miss it. Unless you don’t want to play anymore? We can always do this at home, angel.”

I raise a brow at Max, getting back into it. Let them know what it’s like to watch someone else get relief while you stew in frustration. I don’t care what their intentions were. It sucked. Now they’ll know what it’s like.

Asher is a genius.

A muscle jumps in Trevor’s jaw repeatedly before he grinds out, “Let’s play.”

Max’s lips firm, and he crosses his legs to sit straight. His hands press down into the mat on either side of him. He looks so determined. Like this is some kind of test he’s going to pass, come heck or high water. Trevor puts his hands on his desk to keep them in sight.

“Stand.”

I tuck my feet under and roll to my feet easily. My skirt flutters back down as my palms start to sweat.

I’m nervous about this. Asher told me that they would love and hate every second of it. He told me they would be upset that they weren’t the first ones to make me orgasm. I didn’t believe it. I do now. Hopefully, he’ll be right about this too.

Asher pulls his chair around until he’s closer to the door, out of my sight.

“Face me.”

I spin, making my skirt flare out.

He’s leaning back with a soft smile, and his knees spread so I can see his erection. I’m surprised he’s so hard. We haven’t really started yet.

“Take your panties off and toss them behind you. Whoever catches them gets something to hold onto for the rest of the session.”

Max makes a sharp sound of longing behind me as I reach under my skirt from the front so only Asher can see me slide them down. He licks his lips when I reveal the soft cotton, making me feel like it’s lingerie instead of plain panties. When they slide far enough that they can all see, Max makes a choking sound.

I sweep my hands over the back of my skirt to keep my body hidden and crouch to pick up the panties. I gently toss them over my shoulder.

“Mine,” Trevor says in a dark taunt. Max doesn’t say anything.

“Good,” Asher’s head tilts as he looks me up and down with hooded eyes.

“They’re wet.” Trevor groans.

“Of course they are,” Asher gives me a smug smile, and I return it with my own shy grin. “She knows her reward.”

My thighs squeeze together as moisture gathers. My cheeks turn pink with embarrassment.

He leans forward, staring at my breasts through the material.

“The bra needs to go, angel. Pull the top down so I can see all the marks I left on you.”

“Fucker,” Max grits out angrily.

I give Asher a less confident smile.

“The picture you sent me was perfect,” he changes the subject as I slowly pull the elastic top down to reveal my back to them. “I was in a shit mood until it came in. I want you to send me more.”

“You didn’t think it was silly?” I ask and reach back to undo the catch of my bra.

“Toss it on the couch. And no, I loved it. Send them to me any time you like.”

“I want pictures,” Max demands suddenly. I lean to toss the bra on the couch, and Max sucks in a hard breath.

“Earn them,” Asher says absently. His focus is on me. It’s the only thing giving me the strength to keep going. Yeah, this is fun and exciting, but there’s a chance it might end badly.

“Eyes on me, angel.”

I look up quickly. I didn’t realize I was looking at the floor.

“Color?”

I take a second to think and tell him, “Green.”

“Good. Ready to begin?”

“Yes,” I bite my lip to try and contain my grin.

“Baddha Konasana. Arms forward.”

I slide to my knees and rock back to sit. I spread my knees wide to press the bottoms of my feet together like I’m about to sit cross-legged. Then I ease forward and stretch my arms out, loosening my shoulders as I rest my forehead as close to the floor as I can.

“That looks painful,” Trevor mutters.

“Is it painful, angel?”

“No,” I sigh. “It makes my shoulders feel good.”

I hear Asher get up and walk around me.

“Let’s modify this a bit.”

It’s the only warning I get before my skirt is pulled up to reveal my naked body. Asher tucks the fabric around the piece bunched around my waist.

“That’s better, isn’t it?”

“Fuck me,” Trevor clears his throat.

“I like yoga,” Max’s voice sounds strained. “Sign me up.”

“Let’s add a new twist,” Asher kneels beside me as he speaks, stroking a hand over my back. The feel of his rough fingertips makes me shudder in reaction.

“Your games are rigged,” Trevor says flatly.

“This twist is for Tera.”

He leans to whisper in my ear. “If Max can be quiet for the rest of the session, would you like him to fuck you?”

My eyes widen in surprise as I turn my head to see him.

“Right here?” I ask in a quiet kind of panic.

“With me right here, keeping you safe,” he reminds me.

“You wouldn’t be upset?” I cringe as I ask.

“No,” he gives me a soft smile. “I’m going to give you everything you want, angel. Within reason. You’re doing what I want. And I want you to cum on his dick. Will you do that for me?”

I suck in a sharp breath at the sudden darkness in his voice.

“Yes,” I whisper back.

The devilish grin he gets makes my heart race.

“So sweet, angel.”

He sits up until I can’t see him again. I blink at the floor in shock and a deep, aching arousal. To finally have Max? With permission? No more fantasies, no more wondering what it would be like. With Asher’s support.

Oh crap. He has to be quiet, though. This is never going to happen.

“Tera has agreed, so I’ll give you a new rule, Max.”

“Great,” he grumbles. “Do I have to wear a blindfold now?”

“Not at all,” Asher chuckles. “All you have to do is be quiet and get your reward.”

“This one needs to be clear cut,” Trevor’s tone turns angry. “He isn’t yours to play with.”

“I know,” Asher says easily. “Tera is mine. This is for her. He has to earn it, though.”

“Okay,” Max says in renewed determination. “Hit me with it.”

“If you can be quiet for the rest of the session, you get to fuck my angel’s sweet pussy.”

Max chokes on air behind me. I wince at the sound. We both know he’s never going to make it. Talking back is his go-to.

“Trevor?” Max’s voice is tight, like he’s struggling already.

“Interesting,” Trevor’s chair creaks as he leans back. “I’m assuming all the other rules still apply to me?”

“Yes. If he makes it, you can touch her. If he doesn’t, it’s your loss. Again.”

There’s silence behind me.

“Seiza.”

I ease back into the kneeling position.

“Take your time,” Asher tosses out with a smile. He turns to me. “Uttana Shishosana. Extended.”

Oh, that’s dirty. I bite my lip again as I get into position. It’s a little awkward, considering how much of my body is showing.

I get to my hands and knees and lower my chest to the floor. My arms extended in front of me again. My hips are raised high as my knees press together.

“Good,” Asher whispers and runs his hand down my spine again. This time, he doesn’t stop at my lower back. His hand smoothes over my buttocks, fingers skimming lightly over the crease, and sinks toward my core. He uses his fingers to open me so they get an unrestricted view.

The cooler air is a welcome relief to the heat that’s been building inside me. I feel like I should be embarrassed, but all I can think is how erotic this must look. How confident I am with his hands on me. He thinks I’m beautiful enough to show off. Letting me live a fantasy while keeping me tethered to reality.

“Trevor?” Max’s voice shakes this time.

“Do you think you can make it?” Trevor chuckles breathlessly.

“Yes.” The firm assurance does nothing to make me believe it.

“It’s fine with me, babe. If you fail, I can always fuck the depression out of you. Or I could keep your punishment going for making me miss the show.”

“Double or nothing,” Asher chuckles.

“I accept.”

“Starting now,” Trevor’s chair creaks again.

Silence falls.

Asher’s fingers slide through the moisture gathered at my core and rub back and forth, spreading it along my folds. His other hand joins, one to hold me open and the other to slip inside me. I can’t help the whimper that escapes.

“I want my orgasms first,” Asher tells me in a low tone.

He’s slow to withdraw and eases back inside, adding another finger.

“You’re so tight like this,” he says as he works me higher with his wickedly easy pace. I start to rock back into his hold.

“Need more, angel?” His breathing has gotten harsh.

“Yes, please,” I pant.

Another finger plays with my clit, the fast flicks a counterpoint to the slow thrusts. I whine and suck in my breath as an orgasm breaks over me. My thighs tense as my forehead grinds into the floor. My fingers dig into the carpet to try and hold still.

His fingers ease out of me as I catch my breath.

“Let’s see how many I can get before he breaks. Bitilasana Marjaryasana.”

I get onto my hands and knees with my chest and head raised up, knees widening.

“She’s soaked,” Trevor mutters with a groan. “She’s practically dripping. Can you imagine how good she feels?”

Is he… taunting Max?

“She’s hot and soft as silk,” Asher mutters and rises on his knees. His hands come back. This time, his pace is hurried and rough. A thumb presses over my clit hard, wiggling it back and forth.

I let out a breathless cry and almost lose the pose as my head drops down.

“P-please,” I moan.

“She squeezes before she cums,” Asher’s voice is low and drugged sounding. “It sucks you in and clenches so tight you have to fight to keep going.”

“Fuck,” Trevor mutters.

I cry out as another orgasm hits. This one is stronger than the first.

“There it is,” Asher groans. “We’re not done, angel.”

I whimper as I straighten my pose.

“You’re being very good for me.” His hands draw away again as I shake. “This one will be tougher, angel.”

“Ok,” I pant and nod. “Green.”

“Good girl,” he kisses my cheek. “Prasarita Padottanasana.”

I try to rise to my feet, but my wobbling knees make me drop back down again. I bite my lip hard and force myself up, gathering my feet beneath me to grip my ankles.

I can see Max like this. His face is agonized as he stares at the apex of my thighs. I’m bent in half with my legs spread wide.

“Brace on the floor if you need to.”

“Ok.”

Max’s eyes drop to meet mine. His hands are gripping the mat so hard it’s wrinkling up.

“See, angel? Watching you cum is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. Now they know what they missed out on.”

He paces around behind me and settles on the desk.

“Do you understand, Max? You won’t until you get inside her. Then you can kiss life as you know it goodbye. Are you ready for that?”

Max nods, his eyes going to Trevor. He’s pleading with him silently, rocking up and back like a runner at the starting line, ready to leap.

“Don’t look at me,” Trevor gives him a mocking smile. “You wanted him here. Beg him to let you fuck her.”

His nostrils flare with anger as he looks at Asher.

“That’s not a very nice look, Max,” Asher chastises him. “Maybe the next pose.”

Max bares his teeth threateningly, close to violence but containing himself. The mat is crushed in his fists now. A hand smoothes over my back as Asher stands and repositions himself.

I feel hot breath blow across my folds before Asher’s mouth sucks my clit. I cry out, my eyes squeezing shut.

“Oh God,” I choke out helplessly.

His tongue works its way inside, and my mind drifts as pleasure overtakes me. I can’t keep quiet as I moan, my body so close to collapsing. I’m stuck like this because my brain is focused on other things now. The lick across my folds. The flick of his tongue over my clit.

His hands clench over my cheeks and spread them so he can delve in further. He nips my clit in a barely there sting that makes my thighs jump. I let out a squeak of sound.

“Ardha bhujangasana.”

I drop to my knees, practically boneless, and lie flat, propping my chest up by my elbows.

“Not yet, Max. I’m not done,” Asher says in his set-in-stone voice.

“More. Please,” I moan, widening my legs to give him room. I don’t care who does it anymore. I want to cum again.

“Are you clean, Max?” Asher drops to his knees beside me and thrusts two fingers inside me, using a third to rub across my clit with every rough re-entry. I’m whimpering as my body shakes from the force.

“Please,” I cry out.

“Condom,” Trevor’s voice shakes. I’ve never heard that sound. He needs to cum, just like I do.

“Trevor,” I moan.

“Fuck,” something slams behind me.

“Can he ride you bare, angel? He’s clean.”

“Yes. Now. Please.”

“Max, wait,” Trevor snaps.

“She’s needed you for a long time,” Asher taunts. I choke as an orgasm tightens my core almost painfully. A leg kicks without my control as I gasp in another breath.

“Please!” I cry out, close to sobbing.

“Easy, angel. He’s coming,” Asher’s hands retreat, and he leans to look me in the face.

I can feel the tears tracking down as he cups my neck.

“He’s coming,” he whispers and rubs the tension out. “Lie on your belly. Trevor, give me the pillow.”

He helps me relax as I cry and lifts my hips to slide the pillow under.

“Color, angel.”

A finger snaps behind me. The sharp sound doesn’t startle me like it should.

“Green,” I mumble out. I close my eyes and try to calm my breathing. “I want to cum on his dick.”

“Ease down first,” Asher lies beside me and rubs across my shoulders, kissing my cheek and over my ear. “You did great, angel. You never disappoint me. Not once.”

His laugh is breathless as my body relaxes.

“How do you feel?”

“Good,” I sigh. “Thank you.”

His hand strokes over my body soothingly.

“I want more,” I whisper firmly.

His dark blue eyes meet mine, and his sharp smile returns.

“Are you ok, babygirl?” Trevor asks me gently. It isn’t the fake nice act. He sounds… awed.

“Yes,” I sigh. Somehow, knowing that he’s here with me, too, brings some of the energy back into my limbs.

“Max, go slow. Asher, you’ll want to move.”

Asher laughs softly and presses a kiss to my sweaty cheek before he rolls away and rises to his knees a short distance away. I reach out for him, and he grasps my hand, holding me grounded.

Max looked so furious that I was expecting him to rush me. Instead, he slowly crawls over my body, hiding me from view as he pants.

“You’re perfect.” His voice is hoarse, as if he’s been screaming the entire time. He licks across the back of my neck and bites down, leaving a mark of his own. “You’re ours.”

His jean-covered erection rocks against my backside, and I lift my hips in invitation. He pulls away, but he’s going too far. His lips drag down my spine, and he nips my rear as he passes on his way down. When his tongue rolls across my folds, I whimper. I’m so sensitive, and his mouth is burning with heat. There’s a slight scrape of scruff from his cheeks that parts my thighs further.

“Max,” I sigh as my eyes flutter closed. I’ve imagined his touch a million times. The reality is so much better.

He doesn’t hesitate to bring his fingers into play. When two enter me, the glide is smooth. Max makes a choked, hoarse noise.

“She’s fucking dripping,” he comments, and Trevor sucks in a sharp breath.

My thoughts scatter as his fingers scissor inside, widening me in preparation as he sucks my clit.

“More,” I beg and rock back.

“Just a second,” Max pants.

“Now.”

“Fuck me,” he groans, and I feel a sharp sting as a hand lands heavily on one cheek.

I yelp in surprise as warmth settles over the area. Turning the slight pain into a burning that spreads down where Max’s tongue is working.

“Ok, angel?” Asher asks breathlessly.

“Yes. More,” I moan helplessly. It’s the perfect counterpoint to the soft, leisurely licks.

Another smack lands lower on my rear as Max draws away. This time, the hand stays there, holding that heat in as the fingers squeeze. The smooth fingertips aren’t Max or Asher’s, and I suck in a shuddering breath when I realize they’re Trevor’s.

“She reddens nicely,” he growls low.

He holds one cheek tightly as Max makes another harsh sound. The sound of a zipper comes before he’s back. There isn’t a warning as he presses inside and stops as the head slides in. The stretch makes my eyes open in surprise. I forgot what a monster he is.

“Lube?” Trevor asks as Max catches his breath. His hand stays in place, fingers digging into soft flesh to make my hips bounce up.

“Hang on,” his voice shakes as his hands clench, bruising me. The tension in his body feels like he’s trying to hold himself back. That stretch has sent my brain into a different space than Asher’s touch. I’m surrounded by his heat. He’s so large everywhere. I’m covered. Safe. Shielded. A bead of sweat drops onto my back as I sigh.

I reach back with my other hand and dig my fingers into his hip, trying to drag him deeper inside.

“Max, please? I don’t want to wait anymore.”

“Shit,” he drops to his elbows, his heat more intense now. Trevor’s hand moves to grip my waist.

Max slowly moves the head in and out with ragged breaths. Then, a little more enters me.

I whine over it, my legs spreading more, welcoming him in.

“You’re soaking. I don’t need lube.” His head drops until his cheek is against mine. “I’ve been waiting too. No more of that.”

His thrusts get sharper, feeding me more and more of him until I’m out of breath.

I make a noise that’s half moan, half whine of need. Max holds onto my hip, lifting me slightly and digging in to hold me still. He starts moving inside, forging forward as he pants and mumbles under his breath in Spanish. The shift in language makes the act more erotic than it was before, wrapping my emotions into the physical.

The first full thrust makes me cry out as my back bows, my head rising from the floor as I pant. “More, please. I need you.”

His grip becomes crushing, and he gives me what I asked for. He starts moving with sharp snaps of his hips that slowly withdraw to start again. Every time he glides back in and his hips slap my buttocks he strokes over a spot deep inside that makes me cry out with every hard thrust.

“Oh, God,” he begins babbling as his pace increases, and his hold lifts my hips up to give himself more leverage. I’m propped up on my knees now, and the angle is so deep I choke on a moan.

“Right there. Te sientes muy bien. Como un maldito sue?o. You suck me in so sweet.”

Every word ratchets my need higher. I spasm over him, not quite an orgasm, but getting closer.

“Fuck! Do that again. Oh, fuck. So good.”

His shout is cut off until he’s moaning in a muffled tone. He thrusts faster and harder, jolting me until my teeth are rattling in spine-curling pleasure.

Another moan draws out behind me, Trevor’s voice and the sounds of a wet kiss muffle it as Max’s grunts get more frantic. His testicles slap my clit with every move, and I start to tremble as the force of my orgasm begins to peak.

“Oh, mi rey. She’s so sweet,” he moans, and that sets the pressure free as I clamp down, forcing his motions to jerk erratically. He makes a choked, surprised sound as he fills me with heat that he pounds deep inside.

I strangle on a scream and feel a hand close over my mouth. I clutch it desperately as sounds wrench out in time with my twitching body. It goes on and on until I can’t breathe. My body goes completely limp as I drift away.

“Tera,” I hear Max’s worried voice, hoarse from shouting, come from behind me.

A muttered conversation happens around me, and Max withdraws as his erection kicks in protest, not quite hard but not soft either. I make a happy hum as he pulls free, and he makes a hoarse sound in response.

I’m rolled gently to my side. I feel Max slide behind me again to cradle me. Hands massage my legs gently, and a familiar grip goes to my throat.

“Good, angel. Rest now, both of you. We’ve got this.”

I don’t open my eyes as I nod with a neck that’s gone boneless.

“Ok,” Max’s voice is weak as he nuzzles my neck, placing kisses there and biting.

A lamp clicks on as the overhead light turns off. Asher and Trevor have a conversation somewhere, but I don’t care. Max is with me. I feel like I’m right where I’ve always belonged. Softness covers us as I drift off to sleep.