“That’s where you’re wrong,” Tristan said, grabbing his jacket. “I don’t have a choice.”
Chapter Sixteen
Violet shrugged off of her clothes, letting them fall to the floor as she stepped through the curtain of steam into the shower. The current of hot water hitting her was shocking at first, but she soon relaxed into it, allowing her body to be caressed, embraced. Her mind slipped into the dream-like state that made this her favorite time of the day. She needed to get out of her head. The thought of returning home was too much. She’d already come so far, and the idea of going back was too much. She understood why both men had to leave, but she couldn’t. She refused to get on a plane that would take her back to where she started.
If she wanted the fresh start, moving forward was the only way. It hurt her to think that in doing so, she could possibly never see Sasha or Tristan again. But she didn’t have a choice. She was not going to return to the place that retold her of her past.
Massaging shampoo into her hair, her thoughts slid to them. In such a short time, she had grown fond of them both. Each completely different, yet the same. She liked being with both men, and for some reason, she saw herself being happy with them, even though each were dominants. She chuckled, thinking how she had promised herself over and over that she would never again allow herself to be dominated by a man, and now she had two. She longed for them to be there, tangling her hair in their strong fingers, capturing her full lips in a searing kiss, trapping her between theirs. Tilting her head back, her long neck exposed to an oral assault while the other devoured her body as the stream cascaded down over them.
As Violet finished cleansing her body, she envisioned wrapping her arms around them, her sudsy breasts and body gliding around theirs. A moan escaped her lips as a slick, pulsating cock pressed against her belly urgently, making her feel so desired, lustful.
Stretching a long leg out and resting it on the shower wall, she smoothed a handful of shaving cream along the length and began to shave from ankle to hip with practiced strokes. Giving the same treatment to the other, she couldn’t help but think how they would love seeing her on display in this position. She’d dreamed of both of them last night after making love to Tristan. That’s what she called it, but the real words were indescribable. Tristan’s appetite was insatiable, and Sasha’s sensitive touch unmanned her.
Her cheeks burned. The thought of exposing herself so brazenly was something Violet could sail through confidently in her fantasies but could never take action when the opportunities presented themselves. The decidedly irrational fear and shame of her past was the source of dissatisfaction and conflict for her. Something she was still trying to overcome.
Violet bit her lower lip in frustration and positioned her mound under the water, allowing the heat to prepare her skin. Picking up the shaving cream once again, she turned around and rubbed a dollop onto her mons and labia, waiting for a moment before picking up the razor she had dedicated to this task.
She started at the top, shaving carefully around the small, neatly trimmed patch of hair. Stretching her skin upward slightly, and working by touch, Violet ran the razor up vertically, then horizontally across each lip to ensure every bit would be smooth for their tongues. She could almost feel their slightly rough texture gliding along her now-silken skin, the shocking sensations fanning out and instantly making her lubricate.
Finished, she removed the showerhead from its cradle and began to rinse her body, starting with her shoulders. Violet moved the stream down slowly, delighting in the feel of the water licking at her tits and catching her nipples just right. She continued down to wash the shaving cream residue off her pussy, gasping as the jets stroked her ultra-sensitive, bare skin.
Violet allowed her mind to wander back to them as she parted her labia to make sure each bit was clean. She could feel the slick juices at her opening, just starting to spread. Changing the setting on the shower head to pulse, she imagined the water was their tongues, probing her folds, lapping at her clit with fury.
She could almost see them there, kneeling before her open legs, the water making their hair dark, their strong shoulders and backs glistening. Their eyes closed, and they murmured sounds of enjoyment like they were savoring a fine meal. She pressed against their lips, her clit straining against its hood as their tongue circled and flicked with astounding agility.
Violet’s heart was hammering, her breath coming rapidly, as she repositioned the stream to include her opening and tight little bud, imagining they were stroking each, preparing her for their cocks. They knew she wanted to be invaded, taken, and possessed by the both of them. She wanted them more than anything.
She pushed her head back against the wall and allowed the feeling of their power and desire to wash over her. Clenching her muscles tightly brought her to the brink, but she relaxed, holding off for a moment longer, as she relished the experience of dancing on the edge, her body screaming for release.
Taking a deep breath, she imagined them standing and thrusting into her together, her entire body spasming in time to the contractions of her pussy and womb.
Violet dropped the showerhead. With water flying everywhere, she moved her hand to her pussy to feel the result of the fantastic interaction with her lovers. She brought her slippery juice-coated fingers to her lips, licking and sucking them clean, just as they would do.
Physically satisfied for the moment, but still yearning to be with them, Violet replaced the showerhead, rinsed, and shut off the water. She slid open the door just enough to grab a fluffy towel, quickly closing it again so the heat wouldn’t escape. With a combination of soft patting and brisk strokes, she dried her body and wrapped the towel around her head.
Upon opening the shower door fully, she felt the cold air bite at her still stiff nipples. Violet chastised herself for leaving her robe on the floor in front of the sink instead of hanging it on the hook next to the shower like she should have.
She quickly made her way to the robe and slipped it on as fast as possible. Turning to face the large mirror, Violet noted her flushed cheeks and chest with a satisfied smile. She gave the towel on her head a quick rub and removed it to reveal a mess of darkened, fragrant hair.
Violet faced the mirror again and began her quick ritual that started with untangling her hair with her fingers, and ended with brushing her teeth. She didn’t believe in a lot of make-up and barely wore any. She’d always been embarrassed at being called a “classic beauty” and complimented on her nearly perfect skin. According to her, there were too many flaws, and just because it didn’t show on the outside, didn’t mean they were there. The praise didn’t match her poor self-image and struck her as pure flattery. However, she didn’t see the point of piling on a lot of makeup, and instead chose just a simple face moisturizer.
Satisfied with the result of her work, she sauntered out of the bathroom and entered the walk-in closet to dress. Tristan had taken her shopping after confessing she didn’t have much in a way of change of clothes. Since he was mulish after the novelty shop, she relented and let him buy her two sets of clothes. One for everyday wear and the other for dining out. Though Tristan tried to talk her into more, she put her foot down. When she wasn’t looking, Tristan purchased an array of lingerie, saying that every woman needed clean panties and bras. Of course, she didn’t think that included silk stockings and garters. Looking through the lingerie, she thought about what he would enjoy seeing her in most. Her eyes settled on the new red satin and lace bra and panties, which were a perfect match to the heat that was burning inside of her. She slipped them on, positioning her breasts for maximum cleavage and shivering at the thought of him stroking her rounded ass through the panties.
Violet moved toward the full-length mirror in the back of her closet. She appraised her image carefully, skimming her fingertips over her shoulders, circling around the large twin mounds, tracing the indentation of her waist, and finally grazing over her full hips and thighs.
Usually, sh
e saw her curvy body negatively, picking out and magnifying her flaws until she was filled with self-loathing. Now she was starting to view herself through their eyes, luscious, huggable, perfectly beautiful. They pulled her out of the maelstrom of self-doubt, making her feel liberated, comfortable, confident, and incredibly sexy. Today she found those qualities with just the thought of them, realizing they were starting to come from within.
Smiling at this breakthrough, Violet considered what she was going to wear when she heard her bedroom door open. Turning to see who it was, she spotted Sasha leaning against the door. He looked troubled, but then again, the last hour or so was trying.
“Where’s Tristan?” she asked, walking toward him.
“Headed to the airport.”
“When do you leave to see your sister?”
“I’m not going.”
“Why?”
“Because I won’t leave you.”
“You don’t have to stay on my account. I can find somewhere else to stay if you want to go.”
“No, little flower, you are never leaving my sight. I meant what I said. You’re mine, and I take care of what’s mine.”
“What about Tristan?”
“I can share.” Sasha smiled. “If he is also what you want.”
“I don’t know. I’ve never been with two men before.”
“Then I think I should help you get ready.”
“I’m almost dressed. Did you want to go somewhere?”
“Yes,” Sasha growled as he slipped his arms around her waist. “I want to take you to bed.”
“Oh, yes.” Violet gasped and closed her eyes, moaning as he kissed and sucked her neck mercilessly, jolts of pleasure shooting around her body, making her squirm uncontrollably. Her eyes opened briefly. There was a vase of flowers and a bottle of wine chilling in a silver bucket on the small table under the huge, ornate mirror. Violet’s heart soared. She didn’t know that Sasha was the romantic type. The thought that he went to the trouble meant so much.
She spun around, startling him. She was going to thank him, to tell him how much his thoughtfulness meant, but the words wouldn’t come. All she could do was look at him with parted lips and teary eyes, then hug him tight. “Thank you.”
“I’m glad you like them,” he said, a likeness of Violet’s intense emotions crossing his face. “But I wish I could take the credit. The flowers are from Tristan.”
His gaze traveled down, settling on the exposed, milky skin of her chest. She heard, “I’m going to take you this second, little flower,” in a husky voice.
Before she could agree, he trapped her in a kiss and started unbuttoning the bottom of her blouse. She began fumbling with his belt. As she started to get the hang of it, he undid the last of her buttons and his lips left her. He moved back a bit to get a good view of her as he slipped the shirt off her shoulders and over her arms, down to the floor behind her.
She saw the appreciation in his face as he examined her in the red satin and lace bra, knowing its color was a reflection of the heat inside of him. Looking down, she saw the overflowing cups and protruding nipples making her arousal evident. She gave him a sultry look as he continued to stare, willing him to sweep her up in his arms again and relieve the longing she’d felt since they were together last.
Unexpectedly, her Sasha reached up, stroked her cheek, and cupped her chin, bringing it back to his lips for a deep, tender kiss. His other hand moved to her breast, caressing in circles, rubbing and pinching her nipple through the material, her grasping his shirt in response.
They continued kissing as he slid his fingers under the waistband of her skirt and pushed it over her hips and thighs until it fell around her high heels. He removed her bra and started kneading her breasts gently as he knelt before her.
Opening his eyes after taking a deep breath of her scent, he could see a maroon patch where her juices had soaked through, darkening the red fabric. His tongue flicked out, tasting her salty-sweetness through the panties, and the tip wiggled in, seeking out her hard clit.
Violet moaned when Sasha connected with it. She let him continue for a moment before grabbing his shoulders and saying, “I’m not going to be able to stand much longer, Sasha,” in a wavering voice. “Take me to bed.”
“You’re beautiful when you’re bossy,” he replied, grinning, and started shedding his clothes.
“Maybe I need to be shown who’s the boss.”
“When I’m done with you, I’m sure there won’t be any doubts. Now, as much as I’d love to fuck you in those panties and shoes, I have other ideas, so take them off,” he ordered.
She complied, shimmying out of the panties before sitting on the edge of the bed and leaning over to unbuckle her shoes, giving him a sensational view of her tits. After kicking the heels off gently, she sat there in anticipation of his next move.
“Very good,” he said as he stepped closer. “Tell me what you want now.”
Violet looked at the beautiful, heavily-veined erection that was just inches from her face and licked her lips before answering, “I want your cock. I want to taste and feel it in my mouth. I want to make you come.”
Without a word, he moved forward and Violet parted her legs, leaning down slightly so his cock was nearly touching her lips. She longed to lick it immediately but knew to wait for permission when he was in control.
He reached down and took her breasts in his hands, working his way in to pull on her nipples. Her green eyes fluttered shut as he pinched and twisted as she liked, then looked up at him. His face was awash with satisfaction as he continued pleasuring her, clearly enjoying the tension of her anticipation. At the moment she didn’t think either of them could stand waiting any longer, she received a sharp nod.
Violet’s pink tongue appeared and licked the underside of his cock from base to tip slowly, making him shudder. Swirling the slippery fluid around, she positioned her lips at the tip, grabbing his ass and pulling him into her mouth until her nose brushed his trimmed hair. She repeated the motion several times, tilting her head to vary the sensation and give every bit the attention it deserved.
“Oh, fuck,” he gasped as she flicked her tongue over the sensitive spot on the underside of his head, wrapping her fingers around the base tightly.
Her lover stopped the pleasurable mauling of her breasts to run his fingers through her hair, pulling it lightly when she started sucking and twirling her tongue around the head.
“Mmm,” she murmured, feeding off his reactions and sending vibrations up his cock. Continuing to hold his shaft, she stroked his balls with her fingertips. She sucked each into her mouth gently before bathing them with surface of her delicious tongue, eliciting a sharp intake of breath and causing his body to shake with pleasure. She returned to his manhood, taking its length in one quick movement. His head snapped back at the shock, and a long moan came from his depths. Desperately wanting to feel him come in her mouth, Violet bobbed up and down his length, steadily increasing the speed and pressure.
He braced her head as her tongue brushed the underside of his throbbing cock and his balls started to seize. With one last thrust, he grabbed her shoulders and exploded in her mouth. She lovingly drew out every salty drop of cum and a primal cry from him.
Violet swallowed, satisfied, and stood to embrace Sasha, stroking his back and kissing him every so often until his breathing slowed. She’d never kissed Master after giving him a blowjob, but she was glad Sasha was more open to it, because it was a huge turn-on for her, knowing he, too, was tasting himself.
“Relax while I open the wine, little flower,” he said. Moving over to the side table, Sasha skillfully cut the foil and removed the cork from the bottle. Pouring and handing her a glass, he continued, “That was the hardest I’ve ever come. You’re unbelievable.”
“I aim to please,” she teased.
“Well, you are, and I’m incredibly lucky to be with you,” he replied thoughtfully, looking into her eyes.
They sat in bed, sipping th
eir wine in a comfortable silence, him stroking her arms, chest, and thigh with feather-light touches every so often, raising goose bumps. As the caresses increased in frequency, her nipples stiffened and sounds of pleasure began escaping her lips. He took her wine glass, setting both on his bedside table before kissing her gently.
Leaning over her, he left a trail of kisses down her throat to the undersides of her breasts. Violet wriggled into more of a reclining position as he began licking and sucking the crease, then slowly moved to the outside and around in a circular motion on one, then the other. The chill that followed as his warm mouth left each spot made her shiver, then press into him, begging for more attention.
Sasha left her wanting as he moved down between her thighs, which she parted instinctively. She shuddered as he licked each smooth lip, then blew on her slick pussy.
“Violet, look at me.” His voice startled her out of the dream world she was melting into.
She stared back at him, her heart threatening to leap out of her chest, trying desperately to think of an excuse and form some kind of response. He must have seen the fear in her eyes, but he just waited quietly, kissing her inner thighs every now and then.
After what seemed like an eternity, in a voice reminiscent of a child’s, she asked, “Do I really have to?”
“Of course, you don’t have to do anything,” he responded gently. “But I want you to try. I’d like to share this with you and help you overcome any fears you may have. Are you willing to give it a shot?”
Violet thought for a moment, the conflict between her thoughts and emotions raging. She needed to get over her ridiculous fear and wanted to keep her promise to herself to try that she’d made earlier.
“Yes, I’m willing,” she said, resigned, adding, “But hurry up before I talk myself out of it.”
“Good girl,” he praised, making her feel a little better already. “Once you’re comfortable, go with it and do whatever feels best.”
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