Fill Me [Dungeon Masters 3] (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting) (7 page)

“Every time you remember the bad things he said about you. Every time you recall a cruel or unkind comment, you give your ex power over you. Don’t do it, Ryia. When you think of what he said, wipe it from your mind. Recite your successes. Remind yourself of what you want in the future. Don’t let him stay in your head,” added Asher.

“I’ll try. I looked up my ideal weight on the internet. Everyone seems to have a different number from everyone else, but they were all well above what he said I should weigh. I know he lied to me about so many things.”

“Good. Now that’s settled. Why don’t you eat your supper?” said Elijah, picking up the platter and adding four more fries to her plate.

* * * *

Ryia leaned her head back against the side of the Jacuzzi. She’d never been in a hot tub before apart from the huge public one at the swimming pool when she was a child. She’d eaten her salad and all eight fries and it did feel wonderful not to be hungry. She was very careful about what she ate, even though she never seemed to lose much weight, but at least she wasn’t getting fatter. That had been her fear when she’d left Miles. That without him to padlock the refrigerator and control her money she’d go wild and balloon to two hundred pounds. But she wasn’t stupid. She was careful, yet still ate the things she wanted occasionally. At least a tiny bit anyway.

She’d never been a thin person but no one had ever castigated so thoroughly as Miles. At first she’d assumed he was being helpful, but now she understood that it was just one other area where he’d blamed her for his own failures. By focusing all his anger on her he could forget that he hadn’t achieved all the things in his life that he’d wanted to. Sometimes she wondered where he was now. Was he abusing another woman? Or was he in jail as the lawyers had threatened? Up until now she’d thought it was better not to know, but maybe after this conference she’d contact the lawyers again. It would be unfair of her to leave him free to do to another young girl what he’d done to her. Her social responsibility was to ensure he was punished or put on a watch list or whatever the legal rules were.

Talking to Asher and Elijah was really relaxing and fulfilling. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d just talked as much as this past hour. They’d moved through every conversational topic on the spectrum, and she’d totally enjoyed herself. Likely she should think about going back to her room soon, though. The first keynote address for the convention wasn’t until nine in the morning, but she wanted to have finished sorting out her notes on which exhibition stands she needed to revisit before then.

Asher slid across the hot tub until he was inches from her. “Sit on my knee and kiss me.”

He looked so handsome. His longish blond hair flopped forward over his face and his blue eyes sparkled with lust. A lust that matched what was building inside her again. She’d had two orgasms already tonight. How could it be that she was becoming aroused again?

She opened her arms and crawled into his lap, wrapping her legs behind his back and letting his lips possess hers. Damn, he was a good kisser. His tongue was everywhere inside her mouth, behind her teeth, along the insides of her cheeks, running over the roof of her mouth. She used her own tongue to play catch with his, and finally sucked his tongue. Asher gripped her ass and pulled her body harder against his. His cock was pressed between them, a long thick ridge. He was as aroused as her, that was clear.

She pulled back from him after her kiss and Elijah was beside them, his hands full of tiny ketchup packets. “Let’s play,” he said.

She didn’t understand, but Asher did. He picked her up and laid her on the wide ledge of the Jacuzzi, and then both men began coating her body with ketchup. Asher drew ketchup circles around her nipples, and Elijah painted trails and swirls across her belly. She wanted to sit up and watch them, but they both pushed her down. “Close your eyes and follow what we’re doing with your other senses. Your skin, your nose, your ears, will tell you everything you need to know,” said Elijah.

Automatically Ryia obeyed him, but she knew he was using things he’d learned as a Dom and was teaching them to her. But instead of blindfolding her, he was simply asking her to close her eyes. It was a like a BDSM game, in a way, but without physical restraints. She was being asked to place her own mental restraints on herself. Well, she could do that.

As soon as she closed her eyes and relaxed, she understood what the men meant. The scent of man and bubbling water was strong, but ketchup was a distinct scent as well and it was coming from her. She tried to block out the noise of the Jacuzzi and concentrate on the softer, less distinct sounds of the men’s feet and knees on the floor of the tub, and the slight sound of empty ketchup packets being dropped back onto the food tray. When a mouth sucked her nipple she knew instinctively it was Asher and without even thinking she thrust her breast up into his touch. Elijah’s thicker fingers trailed seductively across her belly, and down her thighs to her knees. She wanted him to touch her pussy, but he stayed on the straight path up and down her leg. She could feel the sticky condiment being smeared on her skin, his solid hand giving a surprisingly light touch on her flesh.

Her eyes flew open as a cock was placed at her lips. Elijah was standing there, holding his cock, looking at her but letting her choose whether or not she’d suck him.

“What? No ketchup?” she teased him.

He grinned. “I can rub my dick on you to get some if you like, but all the packets have been used already.”

“That’s okay.” She held his shaft and flicked her tongue across the head of his cock. Already there was the tiniest bead of pre-cum in the slit of his cock. Elijah tasted slightly salty, but there was also a hint of earthiness about him. He didn’t need ketchup as well. She sucked his cock into her mouth and ran the tip of her tongue under the ridge where the cockhead joined the shaft. He shivered, so she knew he liked that. She did it again to show she’d understood, and then licked his shaft up and down several times before sucking his cockhead again. She moved his hand so she could hold his balls, rolling them and then sucking first one and then the other.

Elijah’s cock was broad and long, but he’d fucked her already so she knew that. However, despite his length and girth, he was quite gentle, never forcing her to try to take more of him than she could cope with. Unlike Miles, who’d gotten very angry if she hadn’t taken him all instantly. Blowjobs were one of the first skills he’d taught her, including swallowing a man whole, and it had remained his favorite form of sex their entire time together. But at least his training would come in useful now. She wiggled sideways, letting her head drop backward off the ledge, and opened the back of her throat. It’d been four years, but she was sure she’d remember how to deep-throat a man.

She almost gagged, but controlled her breathing, keeping it deep, regular, and only through her nose, then she swallowed around Elijah. He was big, much bigger than Miles. Or maybe it was just that she was out of practice. Nevertheless, she swallowed again, let him out, and scraped her teeth over the sensitive cockhead and along the shaft before swallowing him again.

“Ah fuck, you’re amazing.” Elijah groaned, and her mouth filled with his seed. She let him out, until only his head was inside her, swallowing his cum and breathing heavily.

He pulled her up into a sitting position and held her then lifted her over onto Asher’s lap. Asher was wearing a condom, and he held his cock at her pussy. As usual, when Ryia sat on his lap, she took most of her weight on her own knees.

“I liked it better when you wrapped your legs around me before,” said Asher.

She’d forgotten she’d done that. She must have been really relaxed. Miles would never—no. In that matter, the men were correct. She had to stop thinking about him all the time. He was gone. Long gone. She was her own person now.

She’d reverted to using Laurie as her last name as soon as she’d filed for divorce. It turned out Laurie had always been her name and she realized how stupid and naïve she’d been not noticing that she didn’t have to change her name on dozens of official documents. At seventeen she’d just assumed Miles had handled that for her. At twenty-two she’d known she would have had to make many changes in person. It was no wonder Miles had never let her drive the car. She’d have seen instantly that there was no “new” license with her “new” name, just the old one she still had in her purse.

She leaned into Asher, letting her aching breasts push against his chest, feeling the points of her nipples rub against his skin, reveling in his strength and power as he thrust up inside her over and over again.

Elijah kneeled behind her and slid his big hands over her breasts. She pulled back from Asher so Elijah could pinch her nipples and cup the mounds of her breasts. His thumbs stroked the little nubs as his palms cupped the soft underside of her globes. Asher held her hips, ramming up high and hard inside her, driving her wild with the need to come. He held her firmly and slammed her down on him with every stroke, making her gasp at the depth of his penetration.

Elijah licked and sucked the back of her neck, never ceasing his torment of her breasts, as Asher pumped harder and faster until her climax burst through her, leaving her limp with release as her cunt gripped Asher’s cock again and again. Heat burst inside her, telling her he’d come.

Asher kissed her sweetly, tenderly and then released her. Most of the ketchup was gone from her skin, but she rubbed the rest off in the water. She didn’t have to stand up herself. Elijah was right there to help her up to her feet and out of the tub.

So kind. So considerate. Such a fucking shame it’s only for tonight. But I won’t forget what they’ve taught me. It’s time to erase Miles’s criticisms from my brain.

* * * *

“You don’t have to go back to your own room. You can stay with us tonight,” said Asher.

But Ryia shook her head, determinedly sliding her feet into her shoes. She’d gotten dressed so fast he’d almost missed it, even to combing her hair in so few quick strokes he could hardly believe it when the neat brown bob sat smooth and sleek around her head.

“We’ll save you a seat with us at the keynote speech tomorrow morning then,” said Elijah.

“Only if you sit well toward the back. I want to take notes and don’t want everyone staring at me.”

“Yes, ma’am. Near the back it is,” said Asher. He wished she wanted to be up the back so they could touch her and told her hand during the boring parts of the program, but at least she’d agreed to sit with them. And besides, he was supposed to be there for work as well. But it was fucking hard to concentrate on the job when what he really wanted to do was hold Ryia in his arms all night and never let her go again.

Elijah had been pulling his pants on as Ryia got dressed, but once again she refused to let them walk her to her room. “I’d rather be alone, but thank you for your concern,” she said, slipping out of the door as Asher watched her with amazement. Before he could even close his mouth she was gone.

“I thought women were supposed to spend hours in front of the bathroom mirror doing their hair and makeup and stuff,” he complained.

“Apparently not our woman.” Elijah still hadn’t even zipped his pants up and was pulling them off again as he spoke.

“She’s ours, Elijah. She’s the one I want. I know there’ll be a few hurdles to overcome with that asshole ex of hers. And I’m sure she hasn’t told us the full story there yet either. But it doesn’t matter She’s ours.”

“I agree. With everything. That she’s our woman and about the ex. If I ever meet him you’d better be ready with bail money.”

“Hell, likely I’ll end up in jail with you. He’s been far too cruel to our loving, beautiful woman. How could he do that to such an amazing person?”

“Because he’s an asshole.”

Asher nodded. “Okay, so tomorrow. Shall we take it in turns to go to whatever sessions Ryia wants to attend, and the other one do whatever we’d planned?”

“Nah. Fuck the plan. We’ll concentrate on her.”

“That sounds doable.” Asher pictured her in the Jacuzzi. Her skin slightly pink from the warm water, her mid-brown hair darker from the humidity, her lips lush and red, matching her nipples, and her cunt so welcoming he could have come the moment he’d entered her.

They were early for the breakfast buffet, but Asher wasn’t at all surprised when Ryia didn’t arrive. And he was damn sure she wasn’t sitting in her room eating a room service meal. Likely she’d decided she’d eaten too many calories the previous night and was off in the gym running on a treadmill or something. Or maybe she was in the exhibition hall again. She was taking those displays really seriously, looking at every one and keeping notes on them. He and Elijah had walked through the exhibition hall and picked up a few brochures, but Ryia was studying them like there was going to be a pop test on them any minute.

They still had almost an hour before the keynote session began, so he said, “Let’s go to the exhibition hall again. Ryia might be there.”

“Good plan. She’s addicted to that room.”

“Yeah, I know. Maybe we ought to look at the displays more carefully ourselves. Likely we’re missing something important.”

First they walked around the hall looking for Ryia, but when they saw she wasn’t there, they went past all the displays again. There was a hell of a lot of them, and some were damn interesting. He couldn’t remember which ones he’d taken brochures from already, and it seemed kind of rude to pull all the brochures out of his conference bag to check, so Asher picked up new ones at the stands he thought might be useful for work.

The display right by the doorway was presented by the convention itself, advertising where and when next year’s convention would be held and what was planned for it. Asher was just about to suggest they pick up information there in case someone else wanted to go, when he saw Ryia. She was sitting at a table inside the booth, talking to a man in the convention uniform. He was sitting close to her, although not touching her, but his body language told Asher the man wanted to get to know her better.
Not my woman. Not happening.