Chapter 71 Like a pro
Ira's POV
My eyes flutter involuntarily before settling into a squint.
Sweat slides between my shoulder blades, soaking my dress until it clings to my curves.
Buckets of water and soap sit around me. I squeeze the sponge in my hand, moving along the stone floor, scrubbing like my evening meal depends on it… because it actually does.
“Goddess be damned! This grimy floor has probably never been washed in a thousand years.” Cath groans slamming her sponge on the ground.
She does pick it back up and continue, probably realizing abandoning the work means no food tonight.
Sia is busy humming under her breath as she cleans the kitchen sinks which are clogged with old grease.
The smell of damp dirt and soap is so thick in the air I could literally faint.
Sia works calmly on my left while Cath furiously scrubs the floor on my right. Our hands are raw from hours of harsh scrubbing.
My fingers feel condemned and achy. And it's not just my hands. My back aches, my knees hurt like they are about to give up.
Yet all of this don't take the throne in my ruined mind. Because every thought I have circles back to him.
Commander Ruel.
I haven’t touched him since that night. I haven’t even been allowed close.
I see him every morning in the training yard standing tall with that dominant air surrounding him, his shirt stretched tight across his chest, his voice rough and commanding as he drills the warriors and guards.
But he won’t even look at me. Like I don't exist anymore. Did I really disgust him that night? But I didn't even touch him.
The rejection stings, causing my lips to pull in a straight line.
Choosing to get him out of my head, I scrub harder, focusing on the pain.
“Fuck this! I think it's hard time I stop pairing myself with you girls. Look what shitty job I'm doing just to remain in this friendship. I'm not even valued.” She whines, pouting.
“Would you rather be scrubbing the bathroom?” I mutter with a raised brow.
“Hell no,” she exclaims, continuing her work.
“I want to please him,” Sia says softly, stunning the both of us.
“What?” Cath presses. “Did I just hear you say you want to please a man?!” She questions with a dramatic smile.
“Yes,” Sia groans into her soapy hands. When she reveals her face, there's a soft grin on her face.
“Who exactly are we talking about?” I mutter, standing to my burning feet.
Cath stops mid-scrub, “Of course she means Ben. I'm right, yeah?”
Sia nods, hiding her face again but not before we catch a glimpse of her burning cheeks.
“Goddess, I can’t stop thinking about him.” she confesses.
“Now this is why I endure all this suffering with you bitches,” Cath’s grin turns mischievous. “I can help you out.”
Sia peeks through her fingers, mortified but smiling. “I want to touch him. All of him. His hands, his chest, everything. But I don’t know how to make him want me like that.”
Cath leans closer, her voice curious. “You want him addicted to you? Thinking about your mouth every night? Unable to keep his hands off you?”
Sia nods, her expressive eyes growing huge.
Cath’s smile turns wicked. “Here’s the secret, suck his dick.”
I choke on air, coughing harshly, the force of it bending me over while I struggle to breathe.
“Cath!” I gasp, staring at her in shock.
“Okay, I should have just kept this to myself.” Sia cries.
Cath laughs loud and unembarrassed. “Oh, you two are too precious.” she says, wiping her eyes, then pins me with a suspicious stare. “Ira, why the shocked virgin act anyway?”
I pause.
She tilts her head. “There’s no way you’ve had the commander’s cock inside you and still haven’t tasted it yet.”
My heart slams so hard I feel it in my throat. How could I forget they think I'm servicing commander Ruel's bed.
Before, when I thought of it I felt disgusted. Now? I'm not so sure where I stand.
I shake my head, “We’ve never….”
Cath gasps, delighted. “You’ve never sucked him off?”
I stare at the sponge in my drying hand, feeling my cheek burn up. “No?”
Sia wrinkles her nose. “Isn’t that… gross?”
Cath snorts. “Gross? Baby, when you’re dripping for someone, it’s the opposite. It’s control. It’s watching a big, strong male lose his mind because of your mouth.”
She steps closer, her voice falling into a hush. “Want me to tell you exactly how it's done?”
Sia shakes her head, shyly going back to her work.
Cath turns her grin to me.
“Uh, I'll pass.” I mutter, earning a frown.
“Well good thing I never needed your approval. First lesson, start slow,” she murmurs.
Sia feigns covering her ear but with how she's no longer rinsing the sink, I know she's listening just as much as I am.
“Wrap your fingers around his cock. Feel how hard he is for you. Then you stroke him from the root to the tip. Make it nice and firm,”
I swallow, watching her perform everything she's saying on her thumb.
“Then with your thumb, you circle the head where he’s leaking for you already.”
Sia’s breath catches. “Leaking?”
“Pre cum, baby. Then you lean in,” Cath continues, her tone sliding further down the slutty well. “Drag your tongue over the tip, making sure you savor the taste.”
“So dicks are sweet?” I mutter getting a smile from Cath.
“Absolutely. After that, remember to swirl your tongue around the ridge. Lick down the shaft, trace every vein until he’s slick and shining.”
I eye her movement, memorizing every step.
“When he’s shaking,” Cath says, “take him in deep. Remember to keep your tongue flat underneath and bob your head while sucking his soul. Get the rhythm… Slow, then faster.”
Like hypnotized dummies Sia and I watch her quietly.
“Whatever can't get into your mouth, just use your hand to pump that.” She claps, a satisfied look on her face. “And that's how you suck dick like a pro.
I can picture it now, Ruel above me. His thick cock sliding over my tongue. His fingers fisted in my hair, his solid hips rocking, that low growl he'll make when he’s close…
I blink, only realizing then that I'm wet.
“H..how do you not gag?” Sia whispers.
“Relax your throat, honey. You need to breathe through your nose. Remember to practice on your fingers or yeah, a thick carrot works. Helps you get used to the stretch.”
Sia giggles nervously. “A carrot?”
Cath shrugs. “Better than choking when it matters.”
Sia turns to me, her eyes searching. “Will you try it?” She asks, looking like she needs a partner in crime.
I'm about to respond when Cath staggers back, her head bowed, her hand clenching her chest.
“Hey, are you okay?” I rush to her but my steps falter when she lifts her head.
“I'm fine,” she breathes, closing her eyes.
But her words mean nothing when a bead of blood slips from her left nostril, bright against her pale skin.