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"Apple," Tishlie told him.
Ela nodded. "Mine is gold. Nari's is Talin."
I had to struggle not to laugh at that. Ela had never asked me about a safe word. We'd never used one between us, but he'd found the one word that I would call out if I needed help: my guardian's name. For some reason, that made me love him a little more.
"You and your guardian have a safe gesture set up?" Ela asked.
Tishlie nodded, still sitting on the floor before him. "We do, although I expect him to do more than touch you next time."
"Ah, and that proves you're an idiot," Ela sneered. "You see, Anver knows how to stop me. If he'd pushed, I may have pushed back, and you haven't yet figured out that you're outnumbered. I have three guardians in this room. You just have one, you simpering little twit."
"And you're supposed to please me tonight," Tishlie shot back. "If you don't, Nariana fails, and she can't take much more." The brat lifted her chin, meeting his eyes. "You see, I may be the submissive here, but I'm the one with all the power."
"No," Ela told her. "You really aren't." Bending down, he leaned into her. "You want me. You will do anything for a chance to have me, and I plan to use that. So, I suggest you get your little ass off the floor and start taking off all those clothes. I have a woman to finish off."
Sitting on the table, I spread my legs a little more, making it clear that I wasn't about to stop him. Ela only made it a step before he paused, looking over at Anver.
"I'm listening. If I go too far, let me know?"
"I can do that," Anver promised. "Make it a good show." Then he looked over at me.
Ela's lips curled into a smile. "I do love an audience. Tish, you'd better be naked before I'm done."
Then his mouth found me again. Behind him, Tishlie was trying her best to get out of her ornate dress. I wanted to laugh. I would've, but the gauntlet had been thrown down and Ela was determined to make sure I couldn't think about anything but him. Ironically, Oryll had assumed he'd have trouble pleasing two women.
Chapter 41
Nariana
Iwas so close. My head was thrown back and I couldn't hold back all the moans, but Tishlie didn't seem to care. Naked, she moved to Ela's side and leaned in to kiss his neck. Ela didn't even pause. He turned, caught the bitch by the back of the neck, and dragged her forward by that grip. All the way, until he pressed her face into my pussy.
"Finish her," he demanded. His grip left no way for her to do anything else.
Tishlie braced her hand against my thigh, almost like she wanted to push back. Ela added a little more pressure, and the girl gave in, flicking her tongue across me. It wasn't bad, but she had none of the intensity of Eladehl. Her mouth felt no different than a toy, like something to use and forget about. To me, that wasn't sexy, but neither was it disgusting.
But across the room, our guardians all watched. Seeing Wraythe try to subtly adjust himself was much more enticing than the idiot between my thighs. Standing against the wall, the big guy clearly liked this show, so I tried to get into it. On the other side, Talin looked bored. Seeing me with another woman did nothing at all for him. Probably because of who this was.
Strangely, as much as this idiot liked to mouth off, Tishlie had no clue what to do with her tongue. She pressed, but not enough. She flicked the tip across my clit, but almost timidly. While she licked at me, I almost felt sorry for her partner. Mostly, I just hated this fool for everything she'd tried to do to me. She'd stolen my closest friend. She'd become partners with the woman who'd hurt the man I loved. Over and over, she'd made the wrong choices, and being here with us tonight might be the worst one yet.
Then Ela lifted Tishlie's hand to his lips and sucked the first two fingers before guiding them toward me. That was something the bimbo seemed to understand. I felt when her fingers slipped into my body. Small, delicate, and much different from my men's. Leaning my head back, I closed my eyes and tried to enjoy the experience. It was pressure. There was friction. No matter who was inside me, I should be able to enjoy it - at least a bit. Still, it wasn't working. Tishlie thrust into me and her mouth finally began to do something. Slowly, I could feel the pleasure reawaken, but Ela was just warming up.
"I said finish her," he ordered even as he stood, moving for his case.
Popping open the top, he extracted one of the dildos Shalsa had bought for me. Next, he extracted a rope. His eyes jumped over to me, and then he put it back, moving to the collection of toys. For a moment, his fingers paused, caressing a metal-tipped flogger.
That was not a gentle toy. It was the kind of thing that would flay skin. I watched as his fingers caressed the handle and his eyes hung on the dull grey tips. They were no longer shiny, proving this device had been used a few times before, and hard.
Ela's hand trembled, then he clenched his fingers into a fist. Ignoring Tishlie - since she wasn't doing much to distract me - I cupped my hand around his. Ela's dark eyes jumped up, meeting mine. A ragged breath fell silently from his lungs, and I shook my head. We could not be that cruel today. Not unless we wanted to be stripped of our Paths.
Instead, he moved to claim a riding crop. The thing had a flat leather popper on the end and the handle was about six inches long. The handle was the most interesting part, being rounded at the top. Ela claimed it, his lips curled into a smile, and he finally pulled his eyes away.
"Faster," he ordered, reaching over to slap Tishlie's bare ass with the end.
She gasped but kept going, fucking me a little harder with her hand. Yeah, that was better. That, I could actually get into, so I moaned to let her know. While she worked on me, Ela set the toys just outside my leg, then began removing his vest. First, his pocket watch went on the table, open so he could see the time - or the inscription. I wasn't sure which. When his vest was finally free, he tossed that over toward Wraythe, who folded it and set it on the closest table. Next, he pulled off his cravat, thought about it for a moment, then tossed that toward Anver. A flick of his finger made it clear to keep that beside the bed.
Then Ela rolled up his sleeves, found the lube, and began preparing his toys. With one in each hand, he knelt behind Tishlie, nudged her legs where he wanted, and then lowered the dildo to slide against her.
"I said faster," he demanded, teasing her with the slick dildo. I could see him slide it across her slit, but never into her body.
