Calder by Allyson James Page A

agree.”
    Calder straightened up. His heart pounded. “Go on then. Pleasure Braden. Suck his cock for me.”
    Katarina stared, mouth open, her body temperature climbing. “But—”
    “Do it,” he said. “I want you to.”
    Braden closed his fist. “Yesss!” He started unhooking his leggings. “The carpet’s soft. We’re good.”
    Katarina moved to him woodenly and Calder watched, holding his breath. Would she do it? Would she and Braden get so turned-on by each other that they’d go away and leave him alone? Then he wouldn’t have to think about her anymore.
    No , came a voice in his head. Mine.
    Braden paused, his hand on his fly. “You want to do this?” he asked Katarina.
    “Make sure. I have to have your permission, like I told you. If you say no… I’ll probably die right here, but hey, no pressure.”
    “What about Calder? Do I have to give him permission?”
    “You signed the consent forms,” Calder reminded her.
    “I didn’t. Someone forged my print.”
    Braden laughed. At least someone thought all this was funny.

Calder strode to his terminal, loaded a blank form into his handheld and brought it to her. He slid his arm around her waist and thrust the handheld under her nose.
    “It’s all here. You agree to let me do to you anything I want, including telling you to pleasure Braden or a wooden pole or whatever I think of. You agree to obey me and accept whatever punishment I dish out if you disobey. In return I’ll visit the clinic.” He leaned closer. “Yesterday, I decided to be nice to you because you’re cute. Today, I’ve changed my mind.”
    Braden uttered a small moan. He thrust his hand down his half-open leggings.
    “Hurry up. You’re killing me.”
    “Decide,” Calder said, ignoring him. “Go and never seek me out again, or stay and I do whatever I want.”
    She turned her head, her hair brushing his nose. “I want to stay.”
    “Thank the gods,” Braden breathed.
    “Good.” The word brushed Calder’s lips against hers but he did not kiss her. He held up the form. “Thumbprint.”
    Katarina raised a shaking hand and pressed her thumb to the lighted pad. Chapter Six Katarina couldn’t believe she was doing this. She watched Braden hurriedly pull open his leggings as Calder tossed the handheld aside.
    Calder lowered her to her knees. As he had yesterday, he didn’t exactly push her, but his grip loosened her legs until she glided down where he wanted her. He dropped to one knee next to her, thigh planted firmly behind her back.
    Braden sighed with relief as his cock sprang out, hard and needy. It was dark red, the engorged tip almost purple.
    “Take it in your hand,” Calder said. “Get to know it. He doesn’t mind.”
    Braden spread his arms over the back of the couch and parted his legs. “Nope.
    Don’t mind in the least.”
    Katarina reached out a shaking hand. Again she reflected that she’d seen plenty of holo images of penises in her medical studies, could name all the parts, inside and out.
    But that had been theory only.
    Braden’s swollen cock was no theory. Calder’s breath brushed Katarina’s neck as she touched Braden’s tip.
    “Gods,” Braden groaned. “Don’t let me come too soon.”
    “Did you hear him?” Calder asked in her ear. “Don’t let him come too soon, or I will have to punish you.”
    Katrina nodded. She’d never been so aware of feelings—the silk of her own hair on her neck, the heat of Calder’s breath, the soft rug beneath her knees, the blood pounding through the cock under her hand.
    “Hold on to it,” Calder ordered. “Squeeze it in your fist.”

She gripped tentatively. The cock head moved upward and Braden’s skin tightened around it. Braden closed his eyes, making a sound of pleasure.
    “Stroke it,” Calder said.
    Katarina’s hand moved all the way down to Braden’s scrotum then back up the length to his tip. And again.
    “Stroke his balls.” Calder touched the soft ringlets against her neck.