Faris felt his body responding. His ass began to tingle from the imaginary touch. He squirmed as his cock pulsed, blood rushing painfully to his shaft.
“See how easily he takes my fingers,” Stella said with pride. “Even three are no problem for him.” She withdrew her hand, added more lube and pressed forward.
“How much more do you think he could handle, Faris? Four? My fist?”
Ulric groaned loud and pressed back against her hand. Stella laughed and smacked his ass with her free hand. “You slut. You haven’t earned that privilege yet.”
“Please, Mistress.”
“No. I said not yet.”
Ulric whimpered but otherwise fell silent. Faris didn’t understand Ulric’s need, but he hoped to soon. Apparently having enough of the teasing, Stella withdrew her fingers and lifted the plug to Ulric’s now-stretched opening.
“This is bigger than you’ve had in a long time, but not the largest you’ve ever taken.” Pressing her thumb into his hole, she stretched him open and moved the tip of the plug forward. She did not push it fully in, instead teasing Ulric with shallow thrusts. “I know how you love to feel full.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Ulric rocked his body backward, earning himself another slap to the ass.
“Hold still or I’ll send you away to think about your actions.”
Ulric froze. “No, Mistress. I’ll be good.”
“Of course you will. You have to trust me to know what’s best. There’s not enough lube yet. You’ll hurt yourself.” Looking at Faris, Stella nodded toward the bottle and held the plug out to him. “Cover it.”
Knowing Ulric would suffer if he didn’t do a good job, Faris took extra care to ensure every part of the smooth surface of the plug was covered. When he handed it back to her, warmth spread through his chest when he saw her smile in satisfaction.
Returning to her task, she mirrored her earlier actions, stretching Ulric open with her thumbs before pressing the tip of the plug to his ass. However, this time she did not stop. Faris watched in fascination as Ulric’s muscles stretched impossibly wide to take the fat end of the plug, before it popped in, swallowed whole by his body. Ulric sighed as Stella twisted the handle, pressing it flush against his ass.
“So very good. You see, Faris, he trusted I would look after him and I did. I would never hurt Ulric.”
Yes, he could see that. Things were slowly becoming clear to him—the nature of their relationship and what they gave each other. Faris had never had a connection with another person that even came close to what they shared. The craving for such closeness curled in his belly and refused to budge.
He wanted.
“I think Ulric deserves another treat, don’t you, Faris?”
“Yes, Mistress.” He swallowed. He could only imagine what treat he would receive.
Stella pressed a kiss to the small of Ulric’s back and raked her nails down the backs of his thighs. “I agree.”
She twisted the plug once more, this time pulling it back all the way. When she pressed it forward, Ulric’s body accepted it far easier than before. “You have had issues with your control tonight, Ulric.”
“Mistress, I am ready. I won’t let you down.”
Seemingly satisfied with his answer, Stella reached around Ulric’s body and pulled the cock ring free. “You know my expectations. You can’t come until I give you permission.”
Ulric nodded. “I understand.”
Faris shuddered at the intense moan that spilled from Ulric as Stella pressed the plug all the way forward, forcing it flush against his opening. “Good. Don’t disappoint me. Sit up.”
When she turned her attention to him, Faris found it difficult to tear his gaze away from Ulric and focus on her. There was something in her posture, a silent warning Faris couldn’t decipher. Lips pursed, she braced her hands on either side of her hips.
“Ulric, as you’ve earned yourself a reward, I will give you the choice. Do you wish to have Faris fuck you, or do you wish to fuck him?”
Faris gasped, but didn’t move. “Don’t I get a say in this…Mistress?”
The glare Stella leveled him with send a shiver through to his core. “I wasn’t speaking to you. Hold your tongue.”
He went to respond, but fell silent at the last second and nodded his head in understanding.
“Ulric, this is your treat. Which you do prefer?”
The large man sat up, his eyes dipping closed when he pressed his ass against his feet as he moved. When he opened them again, Faris knew the answer before Ulric spoke.
“I want to fuck him, Mistress.”
Stella’s pleased smile slipped into place. “Very well. Ulric, I will leave the matter to you. Faris is in your control.” She sauntered away, leaving him to face Ulric alone.
“Get on the bed. Hands and knees, head toward the pillows.” The words slipped from Ulric’s mouth, his tone at once seductive and commanding.
A bolt of electricity shot through him, propelling Faris forward into the position Ulric dictated. The cage around his cock pulled with the new angle, making his body feel odd and foreign.
“Have you ever been fucked by a man before, Faris?” A large hand slid across the small of his back. “Be honest.”
He swallowed. “Once, a few years ago. It was only one night.”
“Did you like it?” Ulric slapped Faris’ ass once per cheek.
God, there was no sense in lying. “Yes, I did.”
“I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never experienced before.”
Faris shuddered. “Please.”
There’d always been an element of attraction between them—on his part at least.
Those feeling had grown deeper the longer Faris spent with Ulric, worked with him and saw the man beneath the leader’s mask. Those desires were what drove him to be here tonight, on his hands and knees, waiting for Ulric to fuck him.
Faris gasped as a lube-covered finger breached his ass. His cock bobbed as his body relaxed to accept Ulric. A brief pause before the finger retreated, only to be replaced by two. He recognized the pattern from watching Stella, the image of Ulric’s ass spread open jumped to mind, dragging another moan from him.
“Goddess, you are so tight,” Ulric muttered as he curled his fingers up.
“More. Please, Ulric.”
The hand was gone again, before the sound of more lube and the returning pressure of three fingers. “I don’t want to loosen you too much. I want you to feel me afterward.
I want you to remember tonight for a long time.”
Faris squeezed his eyes shut. What if he wanted more than tonight? No, he couldn’t think about that quite yet.
Ulric removed his fingers and slid his hand along Faris’ back to his hips. “Relax.”
The blunt tip of Ulric’s cock pushed past the ring of muscles and Faris had to fight his body’s natural reaction to tighten up to keep the intrusion out. Ulric thrust shallowly a few times, giving Faris time to adjust to the girth of his cock. The burning stretch slowly started to fade as tendrils of pleasure began to shoot along his spine.
Finally, when Faris didn’t think he could take the teasing any longer, Ulric squeezed his hips and pressed steadily forward until he bottomed out.
With Ulric fully seated inside his body, Faris sighed. This was what he’d been missing—a bond with another person that went beyond simple banter and suggestive chatter. This was something beyond the casual encounters he’d had with women over the years, more intense and personal.
As smoothly as he’d pushed in, Ulric pulled back until the tip of his cock barely remained inside. Faris did his best not to move or speak, but it was harder than he thought it would be. Ulric didn’t seem to mind, and before he realized what was happening his mentor was fucking him with successively harder thrusts.