The Kept (3 page)

I took that to mean no. I knew there had to be a good reason. Father Joseph had a soft way and a good heart; no way was this some fairy tale spell of darkness and cruelty.

I heard Joseph come to me and stand, watching as I licked along Edward’s cock, cradling his balls with my hand, hefting him in my palm and running my other hand up the inside of his thigh the way I liked. I knew how sensitive that skin was, how many nerve endings would dance under my touch.

“Make me wet, Shelly. Make me wet for him,” Joseph said, and without thinking I broke from one man and attended to the other.

Joseph smelled different, sharper and more intense. Crazy, but I swore I smelled a hint of me on his cock. He tasted richer like coffee and earth. I sucked hard, his cock wider and longer than Edward’s. I took his thighs in my hands and slid him the length of my throat, taking him as deep as I could. He did not tug my hair, but wound the long brown locks around his hand like a rein. He guided me faster, fucking my mouth in slow even strokes until suddenly pulling free of me.

“Lay back,” he said. His voice was soft but sure.

I lay back, lifting my skirt and wiggling out of my panties.

My thigh high stockings, now snagged and dirty, were my only defense against the cold. My black coat bunched around my shoulders and head.

“Edward, mount her,” Joseph said.

I spread my legs farther open, and Edward came toward me. He looked excited and uncertain.

When his skin touched mine, his face changed and he took my ankles in his big freckled hands, pushing my knees almost to my shoulders as he slid into me effortlessly. “I want to go deep,” he said into my ear and started to fuck. I fucked back, rising up to meet him, my hips doing a jerky dance.

Joseph’s hands entered the fray, dancing around my slippery hole as Edward fucked me. His fingers brushed my clit and I cried out. Then the fingers were gone. By the way Edward slowed, I knew that Joseph’s attention had turned to him.

“What’s he doing?” I asked, beyond curious. Beyond turned on. I wanted to know.

“His fingers are in my ass. He’s opening me.”

“For what?” My cunt flickered, and I was ready to come just from his explanation.

“He’s going to fuck me. He’s going to fuck me while I fuck you.” Then his hips slowly moved and he buried his cock into me as deep as he could go. “Oh,” he said and his eyes went wide.

Then Joseph was moving over his shoulder and Edward was moving into me. I could see Joseph’s big hands on Edward’s shoulders. Edward’s hands were on my hips. My hands clasped at dry brittle leaves, dirt and tiny cemetery rocks. “Such a good girl. Such a good child,” Father Joseph said and I came. As quick and simple as a dry twig snapping under a boot, my orgasm snapped deep inside of me, quick but intense.

I watched Joseph’s fingers dance along Edward’s shoulders. His fingertips dipped against the other man’s clavicle and he whispered, “My good, good boy. My good pet.”

Edward’s eyes were far away, his cheeks ruddy. ”Oh, not yet. Not yet, Master.”

“This is only the beginning. You’re not going anywhere are you, angel?” he asked me. I shook my head, but Edward had his eyes squinched closed.

“Not yet, not yet,” he whispered, but Joseph was fucking him faster, and Edward bucked against me in a frenzy.

“Come for me,” Joseph said, and I sensed a beautiful cruelty to him. He pushed Edward because he could, but not to break him, just to prove his power. Edward was his dog, in canine or human form.

Joseph leaned in and buried his teeth at the nape of Edward’s neck. Edward let out a cry and jerked against me. I felt another hot orgasm well up in me and, without thinking, I leaned up and bit him where his gorgeous throat met his gorgeous shoulder.

Joseph would have to share. We would all share.

Edward came with a roar, and I came with him. Not Joseph.

Not the master. Joseph continued to fuck Edward with long even strokes, the same way he had fucked my mouth. When he came, he leaned in so that each thrust echoed through Edward into me. He fucked me through Edward. Such a marvel. Something I had never felt.

Over Edward’s shoulder, Joseph said, “We are supposed to love all, love many.” The same thing he had told me in our first conversation.

I nodded and traced the marks on Edward’s thick neck. One set tiny and set close together, the other broader and larger.

He hummed softly under my touch.

“Say the words,” he said after kissing me. He leaned back and allowed Joseph to kiss him tenderly on the lips. His face flushed brighter red and then he shivered. “Say the words, Shelly. Joseph.

Someone.”

“Back?” I asked confused.

Joseph recited a counter spell to mine and once again the reddish-blond, bumbling mutt was back. Human green eyes twinkling before he bounded off into the piles of fall leaves.

“But…I don’t get it.” I watched him go.

“He’s happy that way,” Joseph said, pulling my skirt down to cover me. “I worked the spell to protect him. He refused the church’s refuge but took mine in respect that he only stayed on the property. Not in God’s house.”

“What are you protecting him from?”

He frowned, considering giving met he knowledge.

“Abusive partner. That’s all I’ll say. It’s not my place--”

“Of course. I’m sorry. He said he is one of the Kept. And the others?”

“That is a story for another day,” he said, smiling. He muttered a key phrase in Latin and my protection shield shimmered and winked out of existence. Now that there was nothing to see we were perfectly visible.

“Do you think he’ll ever change his mind?” I asked.

“Maybe now. Now that he belongs to both of us, he’ll change his mind.”

I nodded. That was good enough for me.

The Kept

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