a Pleasure Rites, #1 by Ines Johnson (reader novel .TXT) 📕

Game on.

Khial lowered his head and did as Jian instructed. Softly, he traced the underside of Chanyn's breasts. The crease of the skin at the base of the mound intrigued him. Chanyn gasped, showing her hand, then clamped her mouth shut. Khial chuckled and played his next move.

With a firm flick of his tongue, he traced from that bottom crease to the peak of her breast. Chanyn rested a trembling hand on his shoulder, panting, but still she kept all words from her mouth, determined to stay in the game. Khial made a show of baring his teeth. Her breaths kicked up.

She was going to lose.

He bit down lightly. Chanyn's nails dug into his shoulder. Khial wrapped his entire mouth around the top of her breast and suckled. He moaned, himself, at the taste and feel of her. Her hands moved from his shoulder and into his hair. She cradled his neck as he continued to suckle. Khial became lost, but not for long. He remembered Jian's words.

I need you to have a clear head.

Khial released Chanyn's breast with a pop. Her eyes remained closed in absolute bliss. Pride shot through him at the sight. The restrictions around his heart relaxed. He caught Jian's nod of approval before the monk dipped his head between Chanyn's thighs. Khial watched, transfixed, as Jian ran his tongue lightly at the pink opening between Chanyn's thighs. Her deep moan brought Khial's attention back to her face. Her eyes screwed shut, her mouth wide, her chest panting.

"No mercy, my lord." Jian's lips glossed with Chanyn's juices.

Khial's mouth watered. Whether at the desire to taste Chanyn's juices, or to taste Jian's lips, or both.

Jian grinned, a kid at a berry stand, then he inclined his head towards Chanyn's other breast indicating for Khial to get back to work. He disappeared between Chanyn's thighs. His mouth devoured her, his tongue flicked over the pink bud at the apex of her thighs.

Chanyn trembled—no—she shook. Her moans turned to cries of the purest ecstasy. They filled Khial's ears and settled somewhere deep inside his chest. Deep inside where his own core lay, and it warmed him through.

Like a two-piece instrument, they played her. Jian's tongue stroked her firmly, Chanyn ground her hips. Khial nibbled at her breasts lightly, the upper half of her body arched toward him. The opposing touches drove her to madness.

Khial had never been interested in power. He had no desire to rule Chanyn. But he did relish the command he had over her body. It was like the first time he picked up the violin. It had called to him, begged him to uncover its mysteries. To practice until he'd mastered it. That's how he felt now, with Chanyn in his hands.

Her moans were guttural, animal. Her body jerked out of control. She was climaxing, Khial realized. He released her breasts and watched.

Chanyn dug her heels into the bed, her fists tangled in the sheets. Her entire body moved in a wave, like the tide crashing into the shore, over and over again.

When the waves receded, Jian moved alongside her. The monk wrapped his arms about Chanyn and held her tight, murmuring nonsensical words of love to her temple. He smiled over at Khial. Job well done, that look said.

Disappointment washed through Khial. He was nowhere near finished playing.

Jian chuckled. "Take off your pants, my lord."

Khial blinked. The monk raised an eyebrow and waited patiently for Khial to follow his instruction. Khial stood on shaky legs. What would happen now? Chanyn looked done for the night. He assumed any minute she'd roll over and fall asleep. What then? Would Jian relieve him? Did Khial want that?

Khial slowly unbuckled his pants and let them fall to the ground. Jian watched the motion, his hand stroking Chanyn's back, easing her quakes to light trembles. Jian reached over to the side table and grabbed a circular device. He handed it to Khial. Electricity tingled Khial's palm as Jian's fingers skittered over his. When Khial looked down, he recognized the device.

"You want me to wear this?" he asked the monk.

The monk placed a light kiss on Chanyn's temple, never taking his eyes off Khial. "Trust me."

Again, something shifted in Khial's chest when he realized that he did. Not only did he trust the monk, he wanted to please the monk. He'd never cared to please anyone but Dain. Khial clamped the conception ring around the base of his dick, then looked to Jian for further instruction.

Khial's dick throbbed as the monk sat up. But the monk brought Chanyn with him. Jian sat with his back against the headboard. He turned Chanyn so that she lay on his chest. Then he reached down her body and brought her knees to a kneeling position around his torso. In that position, Khial realized Jian meant for him to take Chanyn from behind.

"Women can orgasm many times a night, with little to no break in between."

Jian motioned for Khial to place himself behind Chanyn. Khial's hands began to shake once more. He remembered being buried in that damp, tight space. The warmth of it, the tightness. He tried to breathe through his eagerness to return. After witnessing Chanyn in pleasure, he never wanted their coupling to cause her pain again. He wanted to give her the bliss she was in now.

"Don't worry. She's ready for you. You will not hurt her."

Chanyn's head rested against Jian's chest. Jian traced a lazy pattern on her spine as he watched Khial.

Khial spread his thighs wide on the outside of both Jian's and Chanyn's legs. He lined himself against Chanyn's wet heat. Slowly, had been Jian's instruction to Dain. Gritting his teeth, Khial entered her slowly.

In his mind's eye, he saw paradise. He felt peace. Seated fully in her, his balls ached for immediate release, but the device wouldn't allow it.

Chanyn's moan brought him back to this plane of existence. Her eyes remained closed as she clung to Jian. Her lower body arched