Discipline
Ok guys, so at least it's done now. This is the final part of the story. I f you can call it that. I would call it pure porn.
All chapters: Lesson 1 Lesson 2 Lesson 3
Lesson 3
When Rufus said he would ask Tseng to join you, you dismissed it as a dirty joke. Yet he did exactly that, or rather asked him to join you for a drink one rainy night, as he picked you up in his shiny black car from the Shinra building entrance. Untroubled, the leader of the Turks simply looked at his wristwatch, pulled his sleeve back down and replied, "I've got time."
You started in the bar of an upper plate hotel, but very soon moved to the penthouse suite at Rufus' suggestion. While Rufus instructed the bartender on which bottles of what vintage to send upstairs, Tseng leaned close to your ear and made sure his boss didn't hear him. "Excessive. He always gets like this. We better oblige."
Soon you found yourself upstairs, relaxing in a wide armchair across from the vice president and his right hand man. It's been just the three of you, yet the room has been filled with noise, laughter and music for what seems like mere moments. The record that was playing has reached its end, and suddenly the room falls silent. You look up at a huge designer clock on the opposite wall, the small hand pointing at number three, and you realize you're drunk. At least more drunk than you intended to be.
"Anyway," Rufus starts, "I had to ask you along tonight because my darling had requested it."
"Me? Did I?" you protest, and he chuckles at your reaction.
"You said it would be exciting."
You bite your lip as Tseng smiles at the way you're being teased. He's pulled his ponytail out of his hair which now falls half across his face, unruly. Ties have been loosened, jackets removed. Yet his black leather gloves remain.
"I don't remember saying that," you try, but you're instantly interrupted.
"You did."
"I think you suggested it, actually. Aren't you happy he's here?"
"I am."
"He joined us, we're having a drink and a laugh."
"You know I meant more than that."
You feel a sudden flutter of butterflies in your stomach. So it wasn't a joke. Of course not. You should've known, not with him. Anything dirty he thinks of, he does. You feel nervous, but not as nervous as you should be. Perhaps it's the wine helping you out. Or, perhaps, you want this...
"I know." You think for a moment. "Well, you did say 'join us', right?"
Rufus waits to see where you're trying lead him.
"That means me, and you. So why don't you start and show what you mean?"
A wide grin spreads across his face as erupts into laughter. He turns to his friend who, without hesitation, moves closer to his boss, lifting his chin with a gloved hand, leaning in to kiss him. Their lips part and you can see a tongue enter, slow, unhurried, sensual. You feel like you should look away, yet you can't. You didn't know it before, but you know it now. You want this. It feels like you're spying on an intimate moment. It happened so easily, so organically, and you had only meant it as a little dig. Yet there, in front of you, something magical is happening. Suddenly you get the feeling this is not the first time. There's something more here you're not being told.
Rufus grabs his friend by the wrist and brings his hand down to his own lap, slowly guiding it toward his groin. As the gloved fingers discover his arousal, Tseng breaks away, hesitantly turning to look at you. Another low laugh escapes the vice president and Tseng chuckles as well, brushing his dark hair away from his face.
"Now you come here," Rufus taps his lap. "We'll be nice."
You sit in his lap with your back to him and he pulls you closer, gently nuzzling your neck. Shyly you turn to look at Tseng, who's dark eyes look almost black in the hazy light.
"You sure?" the Turk asks you in a low voice.
You bite your lip again and nod gently.
He moves in front of the seat, checking your face for any signs of hesitation. Then, he kisses you. First gently on the lips, then deeper, with that tongue, and you swear you can taste Rufus on him. Your chest starts moving heavier as you draw in air slowly between kisses. You feel Rufus' hot breath on your neck as he slides under your top, cupping your breasts, starting to massage them gently.
You lean back on Rufus and he moves lower on the seat, while Tseng slides his gloved hand under your skirt, finding your entrance, starting to tease you. That damn glove. It's more gentle than what you're used to with Rufus, more refined, more calculated. You don't moan, but slow, soft sighs come out as he tickles you, rubs you tenderly. A single finger enters you and you draw in a sharp breath.
"Do you like it?" Rufus murmurs in your ear. You open your eyes to look at Tseng, but can't produce any words.
"Of course you do," he concludes, brushing your nipple with his thumb as he continues to caress you.
You feel completely powerless between them, your body wanting to melt into the slow rhythm. Tseng brings his thumb to rub your clit in little circles and your breath hastens, as you feel yourself starting to near an orgasm.
"Should we let her?" Rufus asks his companion. Tseng looks down at you, reading the desperation in your face.
"Yes."
The relief that one word gives you is unimaginable. They follow through with what they've started and bring you all the way to the edge, resulting in a long, slow release that finally makes you moan uncontrollably, high on them watching as you become undone.
Once your body calms down, you pull your legs together and Tseng gets up, taking a seat in the opposite armchair.
"What do we say to our friend?" Rufus asks you in a demanding tone.
"Thank you."
"Say it like you mean it." His fingers tickle your entrance, checking your arousal.
"Thank you."
"And what do you want to say to me?" he turns your head and you bring your mouth to his.
"Thank you, thank you."
"Now show him how thankful you are," he commands and ushers you up from his lap.
You approach the armchair and take a seat on the floor in front of Tseng, who's watching you silently.
"Can I?"
You reach for the zip on his suit trousers and he lets you. You take out his cock, half hard, and looking up at him, bring your lips to the tip. Pushing out your tongue, you give it a little lick, and he brings his hand to rest on the back of your head.
Taking him inside your mouth, you start to move up and down, pushing your tongue against his shaft.
"Suck," he instructs you and you follow his request, feeling him grow harder as you work him slowly.
"That's it," he whispers and you keep your pace, wrapping your fingers around the base of his shaft.
You hear Rufus move behind you, and feel his hand grab your ass.
"Lift up."
You do as you're told and lift your hips, coming to all fours. You feel Rufus tease his cock against you and then, slowly, push himself inside. All the way. Your instinct tells you to pick up the pace, and you try to move your head faster, but a gentle tug of your hair stops you.
"No. Slowly."
Calming yourself, you start to find the right tempo, moving your mouth up and down, keeping your hips still while being fucked. Slowly, slowly, slowly. You feel a drop of liquid on your tongue and Tseng tugs your hair just a little firmer, thrusting his hips in time with you. You do your best to keep it slow, slow, so slow as you gaze up at Tseng, clearly nearing his limit. Just for a moment, he locks eyes with his boss, almost painful expression passing his face, before rolling back his head to the edge of the chair. Warm liquid fills your mouth as you let out a low hum of pleasure.
"Swallow it," Rufus tells you, and you do your best to capture every drop. The Turk lifts up his head, looking down at you, lapping up the last few drops drizzling down his cock. He lifts your chin with his hand and wipes the sides of your mouth.
"He told me you were good." The praise coming from Tseng feels unusually arousing.
You lift your upper body to lean on his lap, as Rufus keeps working on you steady, now picking up the pace. It's obvious to you that the slow pace is a preference of his companion. Now that he's been taken care of, anything is permitted. Tseng leans back in his chair, his trousers still undone, watching you being taken by his boss. You're just getting to enjoy the ride, when Rufus suddenly stops.
"I want you on the bed."
You move over to the sating covers, a bed wide enough to sleep five people. Tseng remains in the chair, though his eyes follow your every move while he slowly sips the last of his drink. You lay on your back on the edge of the bed, and Rufus lifts your leg on his shoulder as he pushes inside you again. This time, it's on his terms. Fast, rough, demanding. It doesn't take too long for you to reach another orgasm, and he follows mere seconds behind, leaning down over you, pushing as deep as he can reach. You press his head against your chest, and to your surprise, he kisses your skin softly, then again, several times, before slowly pulling out and laying down beside you.
You feel the exhaustion finally take over your body. The large clock on the wall is almost five in the morning. A faint pink glow is starting to take over the sky, and bleeding into the room, coloring everything in a gentle rose hue.
With a little wince, you're awake. In the middle of the bed, under the satin sheet. Rufus is sleeping next to you, far gone, breathing deeply. You pause for a moment to look at his messy hair, his peaceful sleeping face. You stupid handsome bastard, you think, before remembering Tseng. You turn around on the bed to see wrinkled bed sheets. So at least he did sleep here for a while. You look at the clock. Half eleven.
Then, realising there's a faint sound of running water coming from across the room, you carefully get up. Dizzy. You make your way on tiptoes to the other end of the room and the bathroom door. Peeking in, you see Tseng in the shower.
"Hi," you mutter in a sleepy voice.
He turns around, giving a little chuckle at the sight of your barely awake self.
"Good morning."
"Did you sleep at all?"
"Work time," he responds. Then, after a brief pause. "Would you like to wash?"
You join him in the shower, and he lets you adjust the temperature which is a bit too hot for your liking, making your hungover head throb. He offers to wash your hair and you let him, enjoying the careful and gentle manner in which he does everything.
"I've never done anything... like this," you confess as he's rinsing off the shampoo from your hair.
"Was it okay?" he asks.
"I... I don't want it to end," you finally mutter, slightly surprising yourself.
"It doesn't have to," he responds.
With that, he steps out of the shower and wraps a white towel around his waist. He nods at you as a sign that duty calls, and you nod back, watching him disappear back into the main room.
You stand there for a long time, hoping that the running water would clear your cluttered and confused mind. It doesn't. After what seems like an hour, you crawl back to the side of the bed, wrapped in a fluffy bathrobe.
Rufus opens his eye narrowly. Seeing you, he reaches his arm and pulls you over to him.
"I thought you left," he wraps his arm around you as you lay beside him.
"Sorry."
"Don't leave yet."
"I'm not leaving."
"Good."
