Oasis of Pleasure

My first sci-fi book, Oasis of Pleasure, releases from Ellora's Cave on Friday, October 30th!

Aliens who embrace the pleasures of the flesh in every conceivable manner and at every possible opportunity? A delightful fantasy, but for average Earthling Elizabeth Malloy, it is her shocking new reality. When two sinfully divine specimens of Argon male goodness boldly stake their claim to her body and her heart, the adventure truly begins.

Hagan Ruuchar, commander of the Argon explorer ship Oasis, takes skillful control of Elizabeth’s body from the first moment they are alone. Gareth Ornne, second-in-command, playfully offers himself to Elizabeth, allowing her free rein to explore her newfound sexual freedom. Together, they enthusiastically initiate Elizabeth into a world of decadent, uninhibited, orgasmic delights she never imagined existed.

Reader Advisory: While primarily a m/f/m ménage, our two heroes are also lovers and some of their passionate interaction is described for your reading pleasure. You’re welcome!

An Excerpt From: OASIS OF PLEASURE
Copyright © TESSIE BRADFORD, 2009
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
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Elizabeth delighted in the safe, secure feeling of being sandwiched between her two lovers. Her body still hummed with pleasure and she nuzzled Gareth’s groin while Hagan planted little kisses along the back of her neck. Too soon for her liking, Hagan rolled off her and onto his side.

“That was entertaining.” She smiled against Gareth’s body and snuggled closer. He cradled her tightly and stroked her from the top of her head to the middle of her back. “I could have a nap now.”
“I think not, little one.” Elizabeth felt Hagan’s weight leave the bed. “That was a delightful start, but far from the final lesson.”

Hagan’s serious tone combined with the muffled sounds of him moving around the room brought Elizabeth to a sitting position so she could see what he was up to. He filled three glasses with a bright green liquid, bringing two of them over to the bed. Gareth grabbed his and downed it in one gulp before rising and leaving Elizabeth alone on the mattress. She eyed the offered beverage with more than a bit of skepticism.

“You have made it wonderfully clear that you do not require chemical stimulation to heighten you body’s natural reactions.” Hagan grinned wickedly, raising the glass to her again. “This is nothing more than a tasty libation to quench your thirst.” He waited for her to start sipping before walking away to join Gareth across the room.

Elizabeth enjoyed the sweet liquid and tried to ascertain what the men were doing, but they were both standing behind the counter and there was no way she could see around their broad backs. She strained to hear their muffled voices, but unable to do so, she drained her glass and got up off the bed. In an effort to relieve her pleasantly sore muscles, she raised her arms high above her head with her fingers clasped together and stretched. Hagan and Gareth turned to face her at the same moment, both smiling broadly in appreciation of her pose.

“Sweetling, you must be possessed of psychic abilities.” Gareth walked around the counter toward her, running a long length of black silk between his fingers. Hagan followed with an identical piece of cloth that he was winding and unwinding around his own wrist.

“Hold up there, boys.” She held out her hands in front of her in a gesture meant to stop their approach. “We need to discuss what you have in mind.” The men kept silently moving toward her.

Gareth arrived first and wrapped his silk loosely around her throat. He picked up the ends and brushed them across her nipples, bringing them to attention. He then reached back and Hagan handed him the second piece of cloth, which he used to expertly tie her wrists together in front of her body. Gareth took a step back to stand next to Hagan and survey his handiwork.

“Seriously, Hagan,” the slight quaver of her voice betrayed her burgeoning unease, “this might be way out of my league!” She looked down at her bound wrists.

“Why do you address me, Elizabeth? I did not bind you.”

“You may not have tied the cloth, but you are undeniably in control.” Elizabeth smiled as Hagan’s penis twitched and thickened.

“You said you trusted us,” Gareth stated quietly. Elizabeth waited expectantly as he walked around her. “You are a strong and independent woman.” On his next pass in front of her, he picked up one end of the cloth that dangled from her neck and, as he moved around her body, he drew it under one of her breasts. He then reached from behind her to draw the second loose end of the silk beneath her other breast. He gathered and bunched the fabric in his hand and held it to the small of her back, wrapping the material tightly yet not uncomfortably around her neck. He ran his hand up and down her throat, causing Elizabeth’s head to drop back onto his shoulder.

“Is it not titillating to wonder if you can escape my hold? What is going to happen next?” He breathed the questions in her ear. “Who will take you first or will we take you together?”
He was right of course. All of those questions and more were echoing through her mind as her body sprang back to life. She felt completely exposed and the tension of the fabric around her neck and wrists sent shivers of desire as well as apprehension racing along her nerve endings. Her claustrophobia made her very careful to never end up in any situation that severely restricted her movements, so the fact she hadn’t fought Gareth was both exhilarating and confusing. Instead of experiencing mind-numbing fear, her heart raced with sensual anticipation.

“Gareth asked you questions, Elizabeth. Why am I again waiting to hear a response from you?” Her head snapped up off Gareth’s shoulder when Hagan tweaked both her nipples roughly. She had been so lost in her thoughts she hadn’t realized he now stood mere inches in front of her.

“My mind tells me I should be afraid.” She placed her bound hands around Hagan’s impressive erection. “But I’m so horny I just want somebody’s cock in my pussy soon.” She squeezed for emphasis.

“And still you try to coax us to perform under your direction.” Hagan slid his penis from her grip and walked over to press a button on the wall by the bed. Elizabeth watched in stunned disbelief as a rope with a hook on the end descended from the ceiling directly above her head. Hagan stopped it at the perfect height so Gareth could lift and secure her bound wrists to the waiting hook.

“Meena failed to tell me about this little feature of these rooms.” Elizabeth chuckled in an attempt to cover her shock.

“If we had showed you this on that first day,” Gareth ran his hands along the sensitive underside of her upraised arms, “I shudder to think of the ‘hissy fit’ that would have ensued.” He positioned his cock to nestle along her ass crack. Hagan continued to torment her nipples, but he was looking over her shoulder at Gareth when he spoke.

“We need to discuss our plan of attack.” He offered Gareth a sinister grin. “And I note that you are attempting to breach the orifice I told you will belong to me for the time being.” Elizabeth gasped loudly but neither man paid her any attention.

“Forgive me,” Gareth responded solemnly, “but with such a delectable ass crying out for attention,” he wiggled his hips, “I simply forgot myself. Perhaps you would allow me the honor of preparing her?” Elizabeth welcomed the support of the hook when her legs weakened considerably.

“Wait a second,” she cast a worried glance at Hagan, “I’ve never done it that way.”
“You have welcomed my fingers on more than one occasion, little one.”
“There’s a bit of a size difference between a couple of fingers and your cock, you know!”
“An obvious observation that proves the necessity of receiving the proper preparation. You may attend to it, Gareth.”

The tension in the silk wrapped around her body disappeared, signaling that Gareth had moved. Elizabeth didn’t take her eyes off Hagan as he pulled up a lounge chair and dropped down into it, casually hanging one leg over its arm. He took his cock in his hand.

Elizabeth was strung tighter than a bow, all mixed-up between anxiety and anticipation, lust and helplessness. She jerked when Gareth’s tongue made first contact with her butt cheek. She tried to turn around, but somehow the hook and rope were now frozen in place. She couldn’t keep the panic out of her eyes.

“Relax, little one, watch me.” Hagan lowered his voice to a seductive growl and ran his hand up his length. “Watch as my cock grows while he stretches your ass. Imagine how it will be when I enter you.” Elizabeth cried out when, without preamble, Gareth slid one lubricated finger up her rear channel and held it still in her body. “I might pull out only to return slowly and more aroused.”

Gareth followed Hagan’s instructions, sliding out of her and returning with two fingers. With tormenting slowness, he pressed past the resisting ring of muscles to tunnel deep. Elizabeth whimpered at the unknown sensations, but the discomfort of her virgin asshole being stretched was far outweighed by the heat building in her abdomen and the decadent reality that Hagan was directing Gareth’s every move.

“Or possibly I will spread your luscious cheeks and taste your essence.”

“Thank the gods,” Gareth murmured. When he parted her cheeks, Elizabeth had to spread out her legs and lock her knees to accommodate him. His tongue started at the base of her spine, moist and warm, tickling down her crack to finally lick around her puckered anus. When he surged deep, Elizabeth’s back bowed and she pulled down desperately on the hook.

“I can’t take any more, Gareth…please!” She sobbed, sounding as if she wanted him to stop but rotating her ass seductively against his mouth.

“Search your feelings, Elizabeth.” Hagan brought her attention back to him with the tone of his voice. “You are wild with the need to be taken in this manner that you have been taught is forbidden.”

“Yes,” she admitted urgently, and gasped when Gareth increased the tempo of his strokes. “Yes, you’re absolutely right! You need to finish this. I’m so close, Hagan, please make me come!”

“Enough, Gareth,” he ordered, rising out of his chair. “You have performed your appointed duties with your usual expertise.” Hagan lowered Elizabeth’s bound arms and she collapsed forward against his massive frame. “I will bring her to you when you are ready.”

Elizabeth turned just in time to see Gareth give a sexy shake of his hips as he made his way to the bed. He fluffed the pillows and settled himself comfortably. Her lusty gaze immediately fixated on the glistening head of his cock.

Hagan led her to the bed by the silk around her neck. He pulled it tight just long enough for her to look deeply in his eyes before he drew it off her neck and untied her wrists.

“You will now take Gareth’s cock deep into your pussy, but when you are filled, you will not move until I tell you to.”

Tessie

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