It didn’t make it any better that she was being forced into this position, but watching Despoina now, her tears finally stopped and a smile started to peek out—I was forced to admit she wasn’t as upset as I would have imagined.
I was relieved for her sake, even if I didn’t quite understand it. I would have been livid in her position.
The two girls led Despoina to the bed, where they began going over all sorts of rules.
“You never ask the clients questions. Ever. Even if it’s what they like, you wait for them to make the request.” Finnia insisted, and Despoina nodded in understanding. They continued going over the extensive list of rules, and Despoina chimed in with her own questions from time to time. It started toremind me more of when Whina was training me for my duties than like we were in a brothel. All of the day-to-day drudgery of daily tasks being covered.
“You want to make the client feel like the only person in the world. They know they aren’t, but we’re selling the fantasy.Thatis what they are purchasing, in truth.” Yasmine circled Despoina as she spoke. “Any person can open their legs and let someone do whatever they want, no one is looking to purchase a dead fish. You want to entice them, tease them. Find what they desire—and then exploit it.”
“Every piece of information is something you can use, either in that encounter, or another, or even just to pass to our prince.” Finnia agreed, trailing a hand along Despoina’s arm. “Knowledge is key, darling, remember that.”
That was actually very good advice, and it gave me a greater understanding of this work that I’d lacked before. How different was this than what I was doing with Cyrus? Was I not trying to keep him interested to exploit him for my own plans? I couldn’t judge them for the work they did. It was their way to survive. We all had masters to please, and we all fought to get out from under them to some degree.
This was how they found some control in their own work. Targeting desires and twisting the situation to please themselves.
Maybe there was a way to twistthisparticular situation to my benefit. With Cyrus under me, already angry with me, I needed to do damage control. But control was the key word. I needed to maintain it and find a way back into his good graces. Priscilla and I would never be able to get out of this court if he was watching my every move.
Eventually, the two brothel workers slowly brought Despoina down to the bed and began showing her what to do. How to move, where to touch, what to say—it was all a choreographeddance to them. Yasmine laid a hand on Despoina’s thigh, grabbing the material of her dress as her fingers dragged it upwards with every move of her hand. She teased the freshly bared skin, until she reached Despoina’s breast, where she paused to play further. Using her fingers and tongue in conjunction, until Despoina was writhing beneath her.
Finnia was hardly idle, and as Yasmine got going, the redhead spread Despoina’s thighs, trailing her nails along the skin as Despoina shivered pleasantly. She brought her fingers up to Despoina’s exposed panties, and ran her finger along it, up and down and then circling her hidden clit. Finnia took her panties and made them press tightly against her—then used her tongue to lick upwards.
“What do you think, my dear? Would you like that?” Cyrus whispered in my ear, his fingers absently trailing along my own arms.
I didn’t answer. I kept silent, refusing to give him what he wanted. He kept trying to tempt me, and when he grabbed my hips and pulled me firmly against his cock, I was forced backwards. I had no ability to overpower him, so I was going to need a good plan to get through this without completely betraying everything I believe in.
If I could keep Cyrus happy, without letting my own barriers down, would that be enough for him? I would never have sex with him, no matter what he believed, but it was clear Cyrus was going to escalate this dance of dueling desires between us—no matter what I wanted.
I would have to allow some play here. Make him think he’s breaking down my walls and succeeding at his plans. That’s what Cyrus needs to believe if I’m going to have any hope of freedom.
I flinched in surprise when a man came in through the door. Finnia and Yasmine stood up with large smiles.
“Despoina, this is Gage, he’s going to help break you in.” I paled rapidly. My eyes shooting back and forth between them. I could feel Cyrus’s excitement below me, where I was situated on his lap. Rapidly calculating, I realized Cyrus would expect me to fight or flee, so I tried to stand up, acting like I was doing exactly that—and Cyrus held me fast against him, just as I expected.
“Nuh-uh. You aren’t going anywhere, my dear. Not after what you did.” Cyrus brushed his hands across my thighs as he tilted his hips against my ass, impressing upon me his hard length. I breathed through my nose, centering myself as I accepted the part I had to play to get through this. My impulse when faced with a thick cock rubbing against me was to rub back, so I made to move like I was going to, and then stopped myself. Like I had suddenly realized what I was doing.
It had the desired effect, Cyrus chuckling as he grasped my hips hard. After all that had transpired, letting him touch me made me want to be sick. Letting a monster use me in any way went against every instinct I had. But I would press down the wild emotions I could feel bubbling beneath the surface. My emotions would sometimes get the best of me and go haywire with rage or despair—now wasn’t the time for that. Now was the time for carefully thought out moves in this game.
I refused to think about how good it actually felt to have a cock rubbing against me. Cyrus was attractive, and when my brain was turned off, it was easy to be distracted by that fact. Were he a different man, this may have been a different situation entirely. I took a deep breath, pushing all of my own lust to the side to focus on what mattered.
Cyrus began kissing and nipping along my neck, as Gage disrobed and went to Despoina. Her smile at him, shy but bright, indicated her pleasure at the attention she was getting, and I took a moment to breathe through all that had happenedto Despoina today. To see her genuinely smile with pleasure—it was a shock after everything.
“Did you honestly think she would dislike this?” Cyrus chuckled in my ear. “She was upset about losing the king’s favor, sure.” Cyrus licked the lobe of my ear, his teeth grazing it before giving the lightest nip. He used his knees to open my own legs, and his cock settled more comfortably against me. With the slightest buck, he was teasing against my core, and my body betrayed me, pressing into his touch. “But she’s always been fine with falling into any Fae’s bed she could. Before my father, she slept around with half the lords.”
This was unacceptable. I had a plan to carry out here, one I couldn’t manage when my body was a horny mess—begging for another pet, another stroke. I needed to reel myself back in and get back on track.
Cyrus wouldn’t let me turn my head away from the tableau in front of me, forcing me to watch as Gage got in on the action. I couldn’t help my own reaction. I’d never watched someone have sex before. Nor have I ever imagined seeing more than two people involved. But the two women were not bystanders, quickly getting into the action along with Despoina, who licked and sucked Gage’s long cock as Finnia straddled his face and lowered herself onto his waiting mouth. Yasmine giggled delightedly as she got on the bed behind Despoina and began to lick her, using her fingers to bring her to a trembling orgasm. The visual, combined with Cyrus’s attentions at my neck…
“Shalim.” Cyrus breathed in and let out a moan. “You smell absolutely delicious, Asteria.” He ground against me, adding pressure to my cunt that when combined with his movement next hitting my clit, lit me up like lightning had struck my nerves, causing my breath to hitch. My body still yearned to betray me. I was unforgivably wet from Cyrus’s actions. No matter the horror of the day, my body only understood a manable and willing to please me. And his damn Fae senses told him everything—there was no hiding the dampness between my thighs from his nose. “You don’t want to like this, but you do, don’t you?”
I stayed quiet, not wanting to encourage him. But his hands moved slowly down my legs, and glided back up them, bunching up the fabric of my skirts when he reached my calves. My legs were fully exposed, and the touch of his fingers skimming my bare thighs had me unraveling into a pool of wanton desire. Cyrus breathed in, his fingertips trailing over my thighs, back and forth. I gasped with longing, a part of me craving his touch, even as I hated my body for reacting to it.
It had been so long, I was wound so tight, it felt hard to breathe—I couldn’t catch my breath—
“Don’t worry, Asteria. Just feel it. Let me help you.” Cyrus’s voice was begging in a way that seemed completely unnatural for him. The moans and dirty talk from the four lovers in my view charged the atmosphere around us. The heady ecstasy they were all giving themselves over to, even as they trained Despoina, it was too much. With Cyrus’s fingers along my skin, his urgent demand to touch and be touched—his desire to make me feel all of the pleasure he could offer—for fuck’s sake, I wasn’t going to last, could barely remember why I couldn’t give in to him. Why I couldn’t take my pleasure. Why I couldn’t demand he meet my needs for a change.
Cyrus’s fingers skated down my inner thighs, and the last restraint I had snapped.
“That’s it, my dear. Let yourself enjoy it.” Cyrus panted in my ear, clearly as affected as I currently was. “You’ve been so bad, but I’ve been good to you, haven’t I? I haven’t made you do anything you don’t want.” His cock ground against my core, and I clenched down as I met his movement with my own, thrusting backwards and getting a gratified grunt from Cyrus. The two ofus met in a rhythm created of sighs and moans, grunts and the rustle of clothing.
