Chapter 37 #3
“I don’t understand,” I said.
“I want to know what you felt when you watched me and Samhail together,” she said.
It was on the tip of my tongue to tell her that’s the last thing she wanted, but I held the thought back. I wouldn’t deny her if this is what she really desired, but I had some of my own limits.
“I won’t fuck her,” I told Cyra. “I promised myself I’d never take another woman but you, and that’s a promise I intend to keep. But I’ll let her…prepare me for you if that’s what you really want.”
It was a few seconds before Cyra nodded.
“Are you certain?” I asked.
“Yes,” she assured me.
I exhaled deeply again and nodded. “I have another stipulation,” I told her. “If I do this, I want you to sit here and touch yourself for me.”
Her eyes went wide. “What?”
“You heard me,” I said. “Helaina, please help Lady Cyra take her clothes off.”
The courtesan stepped forward, and Cyra turned to give her access to the fastenings at the back of her dress.
Now that Cyra no longer had a lady’s maid, it was my job to do and undo those fastenings in the mornings and evenings on the days she chose to wear something that required assistance.
On the mornings I wasn’t in a hurry, I took my time helping her dress, letting my fingers graze her bare skin.
I’d tease her until we were both ready to explode, and more than once this resulted in us fucking on the floor of the closet, Cyra’s undergarment discarded, and my pants yanked down to my thighs.
Helaina took the same kind of care now with Cyra’s dress as her fingers brushed sensually over my wife’s skin. When it was loose enough, she slipped it down Cyra’s hips, then looped her fingers over the waist of Cyra’s undergarment and pulled it slowly down her legs.
“My lady, will you help me with this?” Helaina asked Cyra as she turned to present the ties to the corset she wore.
“Uh…yes, of course,” Cyra said as she stepped forward.
I smiled at the hint of fluster in her voice, but my mouth went dry as the courtesan lifted her hair, and Cyra pulled at the ties of her garment.
Fuck me. I’d watched women undress each other before, but watching my wife do it was a whole new level of eroticism, and all the blood in my body rushed straight to my cock.
I’d thought it was bad when Cyra had shown me Talyn touching her in the bathtub weeks ago, but seeing it in the flesh rather than in my mind was far worse.
And by worse, I meant it was one of the best things I’d ever witnessed.
I swallowed as Cyra helped the woman pull the corset off to free her breasts, then looped her fingers over the woman’s skirt and pulled it down her legs. My knees almost buckled as the two of them turned to me, naked.
“Will you help me with your lord, my lady?” Helaina said to Cyra.
Cyra obeyed, and the two women began to undress me.
Their hands lingered on my body as they pressed themselves against me, and I stood as still as possible, wondering what in the three hells had made me think this was a good idea.
The graze of their fingers over my skin as they peeled away my clothes was sweet torture, and for the briefest moment I let myself imagine what it might be like to throw them on the bed and fuck them both.
Decades ago, it wasn’t unusual for me to take two women to my bed, but I wasn’t sure I could do it now that I had Cyra.
I groaned as Cyra undid the fastenings of my pants and both women pulled them down my legs. My cock sprung free, and I looked down to see the women on their knees, mouths hovering close to it.
I looked up again, trying to keep control. Gods above, I was going to spend myself before they even fucking touched me.
I jerked as I felt two separate tongues lick up the length of my shaft, but I didn’t look down. Instead, I started thinking about Lord Marcus’s speech on the ruling houses of Polaris just to keep from exploding.
Mercifully, Helaina stood and went to the couch to lay a blanket on top of it before motioning for me to sit. I did so as Helaina led Cyra to one of the chairs and seated her there.
The courtesan returned and dropped to her knees before me. She looked up at me, and I felt a stab of panic as she held my gaze, more assuredly than most people ever dared. She could feel my terror.
“It’s alright for you to let yourself enjoy this, my lord,” she said.
A nervous laugh jumped off my lips, and I realized just what a difficult position we’d put this woman in, trying to please two powerful people who wanted different things.
I let myself dip into her mind and felt her own kernel of fear.
I let out a deep breath to calm myself. If this is what Cyra wanted, this is what we’d do.
“I have no doubt you’ll please both me and Cyra,” I told her.
She seemed to relax as she bent over me once more.
I was semi-hard now, Marcus’s speech and my doubts about doing this having cooled some of my ardor, but I grunted loudly as Helaina slipped her mouth over my cock and began to run her lips and tongue over me.
I felt a jolt of something from Cyra as well, but I didn’t have the mental capacity right now to interpret it as blood came rushing back to the fickle appendage between my legs.
From my angle, the dark head bobbing up and down over my groin could almost be Cyra’s, and I held onto that idea as I dragged my eyes up to find the real Cyra’s face.
She bit her lip as she sat in the chair watching, and at least for now I read only curiosity in her mind.
“Touch yourself, Cyra,” I gritted out as I fought the sensation building in my cock.
I didn’t want to think anyone besides Cyra could make me climax.
I wouldn’t let anyone else. Cyra had been the center of my world since I’d met her, and I wanted to believe my body responded to her and her alone.
But of course, I was only human, and my gods damned cock couldn’t tell it wasn’t Cyra’s mouth wrapped around me.
Cyra had started at my voice, but she lifted one hand to run it over her breast now while her other hand dipped between her legs to circle a finger around her clit.
My cock jumped at the sight, and I latched onto the notion that it was still Cyra driving my desire, even if it wasn’t her touching me.
“Fuck!” I cried out as Helaina pushed me deeper into her throat and swallowed so the muscles contracted around my cock.
My eyes darted back to Cyra’s, desperate to maintain a connection with her.
She was still biting her lip, and she slipped forward in the chair so she could open her legs wider.
She let out a soft moan as she dipped a finger inside herself, and I fought with everything I had not to come in the courtesan’s mouth.
Nemesis take me. I wasn’t going to last much longer.
I had the urge to thread my fingers into Helaina’s hair as her mouth worked me, but I resisted the pull to touch her. Instead, I reached out on either side of me and gripped the back of the couch as I struggled to keep my hips from thrusting up.