Garden of Desire: 1 (7 page)

Other men? Cantor could imagine stepping into the dorm and the men fleeing out the back as quick as rats to present themselves at his cabin’s doorway.
Double damn!
He couldn’t leave the women unprotected. Could he?

Violet opened her wide, almond-shaped eyes and smiled at him. “Are you feeling well, Can-
torr
? You look a little flushed. Are you warm?”

On fire, he was! Thank God, she didn’t understand what she did to him just saying his name. The poor thing would be terrified.

“Why don’t you have a seat,” Martha said, nodding toward the empty side of the bed. “Violet’s right. You don’t look well. Besides, you haven’t gotten a chance to talk to Violet, yet. You should make an effort to know her since she’ll be sharing your cabin.”

This time, he didn’t imagine Martha’s mischievous smile. The minx knew how uncomfortable he was and was exacting a fiendish revenge! That revelation set his back up, and gave him something other than his cock to think about. What was she up to?

Cantor walked to the bed and sat down. Sliding his legs onto the mattress, he grabbed a couple of the pillows to wedge against the headboard and sat back, pretending a nonchalance he didn’t feel.

“Tell me about yourself, Violet,” he said, all the while watching Martha’s profile as she continued to stroke the girl’s hair.

Martha’s lips thinned, almost imperceptibly. His attentions to the girl bothered her.

“There is not much to tell,” the girl said, in her lovely, lilting tones. “I lived a quiet life with my mother and my aunts.”

“What of a father and uncles?”

“Uncles?” She giggled. “I have no uncles. Only my mother and my aunts and my forty-three siblings.”

“Right. You were raised in a
ha’arem
.” Where women are trained to serve men. He didn’t want to think about what she had learned from the women of her household, or the fact that she’d had her menses since she was ten. He struggled for another topic. “What have you and Martha been up to, today?”

Again, the girl giggled like chiming bells. “We have been sharing what we know.”

What the hell did that mean? With Martha’s cheeks turning bright as berries, he could only imagine the worst. “And what have you learned, Violet?”

A playful smile placed dimples in her cheeks. “That men love to have their scrotum tongued, but having their anuses breached makes them very nervous.”

Cantor coughed, which thankfully stifled a groan.
Good God!

Martha’s shoulders shook with her muffled laughter.

Finally in control of himself, he roared at Martha, “What the hell are you teaching this girl?”

“Me?” she asked, her hand pausing mid-stroke. “I’ve been agog all afternoon learning all sorts of exotic ways to bring a man to—how was it you phrased it, Violet?” She turned to look him directly in the eye. “I remember now—’to a state of heightened agitation prior to ejaculation’.” She winked at him.

“You’re pulling my leg, aren’t you?”

“Nice curtains,” she said, with her eyes wide and innocent.

“Shit!” His cock was strangling inside his pants, so ready to burst just a whisper of a touch would make him explode. The one woman he could have teased him mercilessly, and the one he couldn’t have just said a man liked to have his scrotum tongued.
Hell, yes!
His life couldn’t get any more complicated. “I need to sleep. Can you cover some of those lights?” Was that his voice? It sounded rough as gravel.

“Sure.” Martha scooted off the bed, not caring that her shift bunched at her hips, displaying a lovely view of her bare ass. When she bent at the waist to extinguish one of the pots, her glistening cunt peeked at him.

Desperate beyond anything he’d ever experienced, he said, “I’ve got to use the head.” He leapt from the bed and escaped to the tiny, dark bathroom, where he gingerly lowered his breeches. His hand clasped his cock and he pumped only twice before he came. Cum spurted at the ceiling, while he imagined a small pink hand doing the work and a dark head sinking between his legs to tongue his tight balls.

“Ballocks!”

Whispers woke him. The voices were light and feminine and his cock was fully engorged before he’d blinked away the cobwebs left behind by his dreams.

“Your education seems a little one-sided,” he heard Martha say. She lay beside him, but must have turned toward Violet on the far side of the mattress for her voice was muffled.

“Yes, I had no idea a woman could enjoy love-play, as well.”

Sweet Violet’s soft whispers stoked the embers of his lust.

“Have you never experienced an orgasm?” Martha asked.

Cantor waited in agony for the answer.

“Women can do that?”

Cantor’s breath stopped, and he had to remind himself to breathe deeply so the two wouldn’t realize he’d woken up and was listening to them.

“Of course.”

“I wondered about that. Cal-
andrra
seemed to enjoy herself as much as Drago. She made more noise that he did.”

“You watched them make love?” Martha’s voice held laughter.

“I am embarrassed to admit it, but I was very curious.” Her voice dropped lower. “I had never seen a man’s penis before. His was
verr
-y impressive.”

Cantor jerked, surprised by a burst of jealous anger. He’d never felt jealousy for another man, but Violet’s admiration brought out a primitive rage. She should only delight in the sight of
his
cock!

“He’s a handsome man.” Martha paused, and then had the temerity to ask, “What did it look like?”

“Enormous!” Cantor didn’t like the excitement he heard in her voice. “Straight as a sword—and red, especially around the tip.”

Martha sighed. “Sounds lovely. Calandra’s a lucky girl. Drago loves her very much.”

“And she loves him. She begged to God for him not to stop—several times.”

Martha giggled. “That’s because she was close to coming—you know, close to an orgasm.”

“I have wondered what that feels like. It did not sound like a very comfortable thing. In fact, it seemed almost painful. It made her scream and moan.”

Cantor felt ready for a little moaning himself. His cock and balls were so hard he could drive nails!

“That’s when it’s best,” Martha said with a sigh. “You’ve never brought yourself to orgasm?”

“No.” Her breath caught. “I can do that?”

His fingers dug into the bed sheets.

Martha shifted and rose partway. The faint outline of her shoulder was a dark shadow as she leaned her head on one hand. “Haven’t you ever…touched yourself down there?”

Violet gasped and giggled. “Well, sometimes. And it is mildly pleasurable.”

“Only mildly? Then honey, you aren’t doing it right. I could teach you.”

That was a picture Cantor didn’t need in his mind.
Please, let me watch.

“I have so much to learn. I think I would rather concentrate on lessons on how to bring a man to completion. I have learned much from the women in the
ha’arem
, but I have done nothing—seen
almost
nothing. I am not sure I would know how to go about it.”

“Would you like to see me make love to a man?”

Cantor shifted his legs apart to make room for his burgeoning erection. He pretended to mutter in his sleep, and then resumed the deep breathing. Curious to the point of pain, he hung on their every word.

“You would let me?”

“I wouldn’t mind you watching.”

“Um, who will you demonstrate with?”

“Well…” Martha’s voice was husky, sending a wicked thrill through Cantor’s body, “we have a man right here.”

He almost trembled with anticipation. They were driving him mad. Part of him wished to take control and shout at the women to stop their ridiculous conversation and go to sleep.

Another part feared they’d simply find some other poor sod to torture and he’d never allow that. If Violet needed lessoning, he was man enough to suffer through it. He’d deny himself the ultimate thrill. With him, her body would remain inviolate.

Besides,
his
body was so primed for sex, his cock was already waving for their attention.

“Take the cover off one of the pots on the nightstand,” Martha whispered. “You’ll need to see what I do.”

“Should we wake him and ask first? What if he becomes angry?” Violet asked, but didn’t hesitate to comply. Cantor felt the bed lighten as she rose from the mattress.

“He won’t be able to resist once I start working on him. When he wakes up, he’ll be too far gone to protest.”

Cantor bristled.
Does she think I’m led by my cock?
But he couldn’t work up sufficient anger to stop them. Truth was, he’d been too far gone since the moment he’d entered the cabin.

“It does not seem right to take advantage without permission.”

Good girl! At least Violet has some sense of propriety.

“And if he refuses us? Would you rather see some other man’s cock?”

That seals it.
No way was he letting any one of the horny pirates near the girl.

“I would like to see if Can-
torr’s
man-flesh is as beautiful as the rest of him.”

Cantor nearly preened beneath her compliment, and fought a grin.

Soft yellow light filled the room. The women glanced warily over their shoulders and he didn’t bother to try to pretend he still slept. Their blushes pleased him.

Then all their glances slid down his body. His cockstand tented the sheet. Cantor calmly folded his arms behind his head and sent the women a challenging stare.

“You’ve been awake for a while?” Martha asked, biting her bottom lip.

“Mmmm-hmm.”

“Are you…in agreement, then?” He’d never seen Martha anything but confident, so her sudden shyness intrigued him. Had her bluster been for the benefit of the girl?

“What shall I do?” Violet asked, no such reticence evident in her eager expression.

“Nothing,” he said. “You’ll watch. Martha gets to do all the work. She has a talented mouth.”

Martha’s eyes narrowed. Her chin lifted and she reached for the hem of her shift, drawing it over her head, revealing her pink skin and rounded curves. “You’re to watch, Violet. But Cantor needs all the stimulation he can get. Remove your shift, too.”

Cantor wanted to protest he didn’t need the extra stimulation, or more to the point, he didn’t want to carry around the memory of the girl’s nude body to torment him in the days to come. “Perhaps, this isn’t wise. Violet should learn what she needs to know from her future mate. That man will not be me.”

Martha lifted an eyebrow, seeming unimpressed with his noble speech. “And how will she know if she’s treated well?”

“I promise to be quiet as a mouse.” Violet’s gaze shimmered with excitement. “And please do not feel you must restrain yourselves—scream away!”

His cock chose that moment to pulse, noisily rustling the sheet.

“I’m guessing, he votes yes,” Martha said, her lips lifting in a grin.

“He’s the one without a brain,” Cantor muttered. His eyes locked on Violet as she slowly drew the short dress over her head, baring the tops of her thighs, her plump labia, the taut plane of her abdomen, and finally the small dark circles with their jutting tips.  Violet let the shift fall to the floor beside her feet and crawled back onto the mattress.

Side-by-side the women offered a contrast any man would find endlessly fascinating. Martha’s lush womanly curves that could overspill a large man’s hands, against Violet’s supple, girlish figure. Martha’s rosy pink tips and Violet’s dusky brown ones. Martha’s pale down-covered cunt—Violet’s naked lips.

Cantor felt his gaze bounce between the two and his entire body grew so rigid he feared he’d embarrass himself before either woman touched him.

“You’ll need to move to the center of the mattress, Cantor,” Martha said.

He heard her but his brain was sluggish, as though his mind had settled between his legs.