Page 119 of The Duke and the Disciple

The word alone was enough, but the surreal nature of the evening, the bizarre high she couldn’t explain, turned her pace into a frenzied series of movements that had B asking her to slow down and be ‘one with the moment.’ But he was bigger than A, bigger than—no, don’t say his name, don’t even think it—and the pain broke through in short, stinging waves that made her unexpectedly erupt into an orgasm that came from deep within her.

“Fuckyes,”B moaned, slapping her ass to urge her on. “A, get over here.”

A wasn’t far. She’d felt him nearby, watching. He slid his hand down her back and between the crack of her ass, then dipped even lower as he slid his finger inside of her, running alongside B’s cock. She couldn’t figure out what he was doing until he withdrew his wet finger and slid it into her ass.

Aesylt lifted from the shock of it. She had never... Well, she hadn’t even been touched there.

“You don’t like that?” A asked, withdrawing.

“I don’t know if I like it,” Aesylt replied, slowing her stride so her nerve endings could catch up. “I’ve never done it before.”

“We usually start with a finger. Work our way up,” A explained. “Sometimes women say they can feel both of us touching.”

“Oh,” she said, breathless, feeling B swell inside her as he drew close to a finish. A was working up to fucking her... back there. At the same time, she was riding B. Imagining it drove her wild again, but something was nagging at her. It was just beyond the reach of her thoughts, swimming yet disconnected and floating away from each other.

Twelve rooms he’d checked,but it was the thirteenth where he found her.

If the entire night hadn’t been so dreamlike, he’d have been rooted in place at the sight of Aesylt riding one man while another had a finger inside her ass. But with only the slightest relief, he realized he’d actually been expecting worse, after some of the scenes he’d barged in on.

“Oy! Get your own room!” the man under Aesylt cried.

She hadn’t seen him because she was blindfolded.

Rahn moved in farther. Both men stared at him in disbelief, wondering if he was stupid, arrogant, or both, but they could wonder until dawn for all he cared. He was there to get Aesyltout.

“You hard of hearing, pretty boy?”

Rahn cleared his throat. Aesylt had stopped moving but was still hinged over the man’s lap. He couldn’t explain why it cut so deep. Why ithurtthe way it did, like something immense was sitting on his chest and wouldn’t relent. “Ella. Doyouwant me to leave?”

Aesylt’s back straightened. Her head darted his way, her mouth parted in alarm. “Ra—Gerald?”

“I’ve been looking for you, Ella.”

“Who is this? Your husband?” one of the men asked with a dry laugh.

“Just a friend,” she said. Her pale throat moved with a swallow. “What are you doing here, Gerald?”

“I came to take you home.”

“I’m not going home.”

“Come on, B, let’s get him out of here.”

Rahn took another decisive step inside. “No. I’m not talking to you. I’m talking to Ella.”

“Ella, tell this yellow bracelet how things are,” one of the men said, his tone testy.

“I want... this, Gerald,” Aesylt said carefully. She adjusted on the man’s lap, her bare back twisting, like she was embarrassed. “I’m not doing anything I didn’t ask for.”

“We can talk about this at home?—”

“No,” she said. “No. You can go, but I’m staying.”

He started toward her, and the man who’d been playing with her ass stepped between them.

“It’s all right,” she said, and the man relented. “I’ll handle this.”

Rahn crouched beside her. He couldn’t look at the man beneath her... at what they were doing. He couldn’t even fathom her giving and receiving pleasure with someone else. He had no right to feel soangryabout any of it—no right to feel anything at all about what she did with her own body.

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