Rising, I pushed Kai flat onto his back, smirking as his eyes widened with disbelief. I took the bottle of oil from the bedside drawer and straddled his thighs, slicking his stout length with a deft twist of my wrist. I knelt to kiss him, my arm beside our faces blocking out the rest of the room as we shared a tender moment. His eyes asked a multitude of questions, but my calm gaze allayed his fears. I understood he was nervous, that he had never done this before-at least not with another man-and I knew whenever Master was present the matter of my consent was always forefront in his mind. I loved him for caring, but regardless of whether or not I had a choice in the things I did, I wanted this. For once, I was calling all the shots.
I reached between my spread legs to oil myself, inserting first one finger, and then two, heat flaring in my belly in response to the deep groan which reverberated around the room from behind me. If I had been concerned about Master's reaction to what he was watching, that groan chased my final doubts away.
Kai's cock stuck up thick and hard between my buttocks as I repositioned myself over his abdomen. I rocked back against him, letting his length drag up and down between my buttocks, both of us enjoying the sensation. His tip rubbed over and over the tight knot of my hole, setting all my nerves to tingling. Reaching behind my back, I pressed him into me, until the thick, blunt head was at the barest point of penetration.
He grew deathly still, his arms and legs fixed, splayed across the bed, his gaze locked on my face, his chest heaving with every breath he took. His ribcage seemed too large for his body, the flesh falling from it at a sharply acute angle, tendons drawn in taut lines towards his bellybutton.
I sank onto his cock, moving slowly and breathing deeply, willing my body to accommodate him. I hissed as my muscles stretched around his girth and tugged frantically on my softening cock, wanting to show him proof of my arousal and ease the alarmed look on his face. I released my breath in short, panting gasps, pausing with his head barely half-in to let my body acclimate. Intellectually I knew he wasn't so thick I couldn't take him-in the past Master had pushed his fingers inside me while he was fucking me-but every extra millimetre felt like a mile.
Master rested his hands on my trembling shoulders, and I released a stifled sob as he kissed the side of my neck. His touch was instantly calming, reassuring me by his mere presence. He knelt behind me, wrapped his arms around my chest, and supported my weight as I relaxed against him. He lowered me gently, letting me continue to take Kai in my own time, whispering words of praise and encouragement in my ear. Kai stroked my stomach, his expression awed, and with a sudden shock the broad, blunt head popped inside, my muscles snapping to clench around the top of his shaft.
Kai and I released simultaneous cries, and my thighs trembled as I held myself still, my hole spasming frantically around his cock. Master held me more securely, his arm tucked under mine, his grip firm around me.
"Breathe, Tammy," he whispered, peppering kisses along my neck and shoulder.
I swallowed and breathed, accepting the feeling of fullness. The extra stretch of Kai's thick cock teetered on the razor-edge between pain and deep, intense pleasure, and I made a mental note to prep myself more thoroughly before taking him in future.
Master tweaked my nipple, sending a little zing of pleasure racing to my groin and making my deflated cock twitch. He held out his hand for the oil, and Kai picked up the bottle from where I'd dropped it on the bed and drizzled a plentiful amount onto Master's palm. My breath hitched as Master reached between us and touched the place where Kai entered my body, smearing the oil across us both, taking care to lubricate around my stretched hole.
Kai bit his lip, a grunt sounding in his throat as Master's knuckles brushed against the backs of my thighs, oiling Kai's shaft. This was the first time Kai had permitted Master to touch him, and the import of the moment wasn't lost on me, but Kai was in no position to do anything other than accept the contact.
Satisfied we were properly lubricated, he turned his attention to my softened cock, gliding his oiled hand across the length and twisting over the tip. I flexed, sliding a little along Kai's length, and Kai groaned beneath me, grasping great fistfuls of bedding and squeezing until his knuckles whitened and veins stood proud in his arms.
I'd like to say we fucked for hours, Master holding me as I rode Kai like a champion, but the situation was too intense for either of us to last long. I had barely begun moving before Kai wailed and thrashed, unable to suppress a flurry of short, shallow thrusts as his climax barrelled into him. I held still as he unloaded inside me, my eyes wide with wonder, his squeezed tight, a tear tracking its way down the side of his face, forced out by the intensity of everything he was experiencing.
As soon as Kai's climax was over, I became aware of Master moving, rutting against me. He pulled my hair and bit my shoulder as he came, hot and wet against my hip. His semen rolled down my leg in thick drips, cooling rapidly, even as Kai softened enough for my body to eject him.
I hadn't come and was no longer even remotely hard, but sandwiched between the men I loved, I felt every bit as sated and content as they seemed themselves.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
The next morning Kai woke early and took longer than usual fussing with his loincloth and hair before we left for the guards' training paddock. I said nothing about his obvious show of nerves, but it pleased me to think he was eager for Master to watch and approve of his training. We hadn't spoken about what occurred the previous night, but I don't think I imagined that he held me tighter as he fell asleep.
Morgan and a few of the men were already outside when we arrived, the remainder of the household guards trooping out as I leant over the wall to kiss Kai and whisper for him to make me proud. Heat flared in his green eyes, and he held his head high as he crossed the sand to join the others. I climbed on top of the wall to watch, glancing over my shoulder at the house, hoping Master's promise to join me hadn't been idly made.
I needn't have feared. As the men gathered their weapons-long staffs today-and paired off, Master swung up on the wall beside me. He was wearing deep crimson robes, which brought out the chestnut highlights in his dark brown hair. I cast him an appreciative look, pleased to see it returned. He didn't think any less of me for submitting so readily to Kai.
We watched in silence as Morgan barked orders and the men began to spar, the dull clack of the wooden staffs reverberating through the still morning air. The first sun had risen clear of the horizon, the second not far behind it, and already the day was beginning to warm. Later it would be scorching hot.
Kai was sparring with a tall, heavyset man, one of the guards who patrolled the outer walls of the compound. I winced as his staff came crashing down on Kai's shoulder, knocking him to one knee. Kai didn't falter, however, swinging his staff around and forcing his opponent to back up if he didn't want his shins smashed. In a trice Kai was on his feet again, attacking hard. Sweat glistened across his back, his body a brilliant, fluid thing. He was made for this, for pitting his strength and agility and, yes, his tolerance of pain against other men. My fellow slave was still a soldier to his core.
"How are you this morning?" Master asked solicitously as the pairs separated at the sound of a whistle and switched partners.
I looked at him in surprise. "I'm all right."
"Not too sore?"
I grimaced, acknowledging that I was, in fact, still tender.
"You should know better, Tam," Master scolded. "I expect you to take care of yourself."
The tips of my ears burnt with embarrassment. "I'll remember next time," I said, then blushed for presuming there would be a next time.
"I had assumed that wasn't the first time." He was looking at the guards, his expression inscrutable. "But it was, wasn't it?"
Kai hooked his staff behind the ankle of his opponent, a smaller man, and neatly took his feet out from under him. The man landed on his back in a billow of sand, and Kai waited patiently for him to pick himself up.
"Tammy, answer me."
"It was," I admitted, ducking my head.
"Why are you ashamed?"
"I'm not ashamed. I...." What was I? Perhaps there was some shame there, but it wasn't my dominant emotion in that moment. I swallowed thickly. "Do you think less of me?"
He gave me his full attention, his eyebrows rising in surprise. "Why would I think less of you?"
"I feel... conflicted."
"How so?"
I struggled to overcome my reticence to speak. He was my master; I owed him everything and he owed me nothing. If I spoke frankly, would it displease him?