A Master's Ring: Book 01

She shrugged.

"My mother was still young when she met her Brother. The Society paid for her to go to medical school; one of those private scholarships nobody's ever heard off so they don't know to apply. The beating heart of her life is my dad; a lot of people wouldn't understand that. They would say she's strong; she's successful; she doesn't need anybody. She IS strong and successful, but she needs my dad. Every time she's lost someone on the operating table, he's held her together. She was glad I became a Sibling. She knew that I would have a host of Brothers and Sisters that wouldn't fail me when I needed them."

She shrugged again.

"Every penny she gave the Society was an investment in someone else's future."

I shook my head slowly. She sighed and smiled gently.

"For Siblings, there's always somewhere safe. There's always a place they can call home. You are never going to understand that, David. You don't need a home. I'm not a Brother so I don't know; maybe you carry it inside you. A lot of our classmates make the transition to thinking of college as their home very quickly. I didn't do it until Dr. Ryan told me it was time to show you the rings. Wherever you are is now my home."

She was right; I would probably never understand a Sibling.

"I could just sit on this," I said pointing at the planner.

"Why didn't you ask for a crest immediately?"

I stared at her.

"No one will deny it to you. A lot of female Siblings would be at your disposal if you wear a crest. All you have to do is ask for it."

I sat quietly.

"I will not deny you."

I nodded.

"The Brothers don't make mistakes like that, David. They know you'll use it to get what you want, and you'll make sure that another Brother or Sibling has the same resources when they need it."

I did not think it was that Brothers did not make those mistakes. It was more like, - they were immediately corrected upon discovery. Only one pair of eyes still watched me, but the intensity had increased.

The waiter came by with our food, interrupting the conversation.

We ate in silence as I absorbed how completely my situation had changed. Behind the door of the Brotherhood were a dozen other doors they held open. As I ate, I looked through each one carefully. At the end of the investigation, my life plan was unaltered. The only change was that now I could afford to do it my way.

I left Siblings out of my thinking. I had a feeling they would sort themselves out around me.

Melisa filled the air with talk of her sorority. She wanted me to attend the semi-formal with her the last weekend before finals. I nodded acceptance absentmindedly. I could feel the mental ground beneath my feet solidifying. Decisions on what do and what not to do were being made as rapidly as the questions presented themselves.

"The house keys?" I asked Melisa.

"It's to the Brother house."

I looked at her with a question in my eyes.

"The only ones that live there now are Doris, Sheryl, and Michael."

"Sheryl?"

"Another Sibling."

"Oh," I said.

"Be careful with her if you move in before the semester ends."

"Why?" I asked.

"She is going to be Dr. Ryan's crested Sibling, but has not gotten her crest ring yet."

"Hmm..." I said.

"Cresting is a Sibling's decision, David. A Brother can deny the Sibling, but that's as rare as an uncrested denying physical pleasure to a Brother."

I nodded curiously.

"Doris was born into the Society, while Janet and I made our choices before we would be allowed to fulfill our responsibilities as Siblings. Sheryl was brought in while in college. She's struggling with morality and her urges. She wants Dr. Ryan on his terms, but that's a big adjustment for a good Catholic girl," Melisa said with a small smile.

"I thought you said the school did not have a Brother in residence, what about Michael?" I asked.

"Michael's a Sibling."

"Oh!" I said.

A lot more about Michael's relationship with the girls I knew were Siblings made sense. Michael was member of the school's most popular fraternity, and one of those Adonis type college males; blonde hair, blue eyes, boyish good looks, charming, and heavily armed with quick wit. For a long time, I thought he had the same relationship with Doris Alex, Janet, and Melisa that I did. It always struck me as if he connected with them in the same way they did each other though. Michael being a Sibling answered why he did not seriously date any of them or anyone else in school.

"Roderigo went home right away but Robert and Samantha, your other first day interviewers, are conferring with Dr. Ryan. With both of them staying for a couple days. Michael is spending most of his time at the Ramada."

We talked a little more about the other Siblings before I grew quiet to think about moving into the house right away. I decided against it. My life was in for some turmoil, but it was better to put much of it off until after finals. I would have plenty of my own time during the summer to deal with new situations.

The rest of the meal went smoothly. We sat and talked about little things in each other's life. It was 8:30 pm before we decided to leave.

She drove to the house to show me where it was. I wanted to see the inside so I stepped out of the car and walked to the door. She followed behind me. I opened the door and stepped inside. I was in a long hallway that had steps to the second floor directly in front of me, down the hallway I could see the kitchen, on my left was a set of sliding doors I figured was the living room.

I heard steps upstairs so I waited by the front door.

She was barefoot. She wore a soft peach pair of pajama bottoms. They were almost see-through so I could watch her well-formed thighs as they came into view. Her flat stomach was bare; her workout regimen accented the lines of her abdomen, highways for an exploring tongue. The skin there looked so soft I wanted to shower it with kisses. She was wearing a small peach top that was also see-through, but the satin bra beneath hid her treasures. Her face was made-up in light touches to highlight her beauty. Two strands of hair framed the sides of her face and the rest was in a high ponytail.

She stopped at the bottom of the steps and smiled at me.

"Welcome home, David," she said.

Undoubtedly, I was not in Kansas anymore.

I turned around. Melisa smiled widely at me.

Doris Alex had presented herself to me. There was no other way to describe the obvious care in her preparation and the walk down the steps. I turned back to the most unreachable woman in our school and smiled. She stepped up to me, wrapped her arms around my neck, and gave me a kiss to stop hearts.

I wanted her lips doing more than kissing but the knowledge that it would come in time let me enjoy everything about her. She smelled like roses, which seemed appropriate for a redhead. She broke the kiss and stepped back holding my hand.

"We've been waiting for you," she said in a painfully sexy smile. Melisa took my other hand and drew my face around to kiss her too.

Doris Alex and Melisa smiled at each other.

Doris Alex let go of my hand and slid one of the doors open to my left open. She led me into the living room. The colors used to decorate the room were diffused bright ones. The furniture was chosen for comfort without sparing expense or at least someone had not been looking at the balance owed when they bought any of it. There was one of those massive systems of couches that are only seen in furniture stores, the kind that is L-shaped and comes in five to ten pieces. I had to smile at the huge size of the TV. To my left, towards the front of the house, was a set of glass and wood doors.

I looked at Doris Alex, and she smiled.

Melisa was no help because she was smiling also. I let Melisa's hand go and walked to the doors. I admired the woodwork. The money spent on the house was only noticeable if you looked closely. Curtains on the other side prevented me from seeing into the room. I opened both doors at the same time and looked inside.

I looked back at the women. Doris Alex was having a hard time containing her smugness at my pleasure.

Melisa did not bother.

The room was about easily over twenty feet by twenty feet, with twelve-foot ceilings. The dimensions of the house were astonishing. Maybe it was the dark of night outside, but it had not seemed so large as I walked up to it.

The furniture in the room was to my dream taste. The bed was larger than a king-sized with a frame of oak. It had a natural dark brown wood finish to it. There was a large drawer set, and a tall wardrobe taking up the space across from the bed. Beside the window was a desk with large, black flat-screen monitor on it; I would later discover the cage bolted to the bottom of the desk that held the computer. The hardwood floor had the shine of newness to it. Different types of dried flowers and gargoyle faces decorated the walls. I walked to the foot of the bed and enjoyed the atmosphere. The woods went so well together it made the room seem spartan.

I stood in the middle of the room for a good five minutes. There was a price to all of this that had not been revealed. Melisa had stated what some, maybe most, Siblings expected in return, but I did not lose sight of the fact Brothers were not as forthcoming.

I turned around to see Melisa and Doris Alex leaning on either side of the doorway. I stared from one to the other. I smiled warmly at Doris Alex before walking to stand in front of Melisa.

At five foot one, she was my absolutely favorite height for a woman. The layered blonde hair was two shades from platinum. Her green eyes were striking in a blonde.

Melisa was not my type, which made the attraction strange to me. Other than her height, she was too small for my tastes. I was short for a guy at five-six, but my build made me look so much larger I dwarfed her. I preferred more solid females, like Doris Alex or Rachel. Janet, while shorter than Melisa, probably weighed as much if not more. Melisa was not ethereal, but everything about her was symmetrical to her height.

I stared into her eyes wondering where it would all take me.

Doris Alex closed the door on her side, moved through the living room, and slid the door closed. I looked at her, as the doors were about to completely separate us.

She winked at me.

I looked back at Melisa. She was smiling again; the smug little smile I was becoming used to. I knew she was planning my life out for me; normally I would be beating the walls at her presumption. I looked deep into her green eyes. I could see her trust and a few things I admitted I was not prepared to acknowledge.

Yet.

I wondered at that. She willingly admitted that she had been waiting for me; she planned for this. Would I somehow disappoint her expectations?

Not yet; this was still the easy part.

I reached up to stroke her face. In that touch was the acceptance of things we kept hidden.

For those moments, it had to be enough.

I kissed her; a small kiss holding a promise of what was coming. I reached down to take her ring hand. I looked at the ring; she would wear my crest on it when I was ready to face every promise in her eyes. I knew it was going to happen; I did not need her to tell me it was her deepest wish. I could not imagine it being any other way. Melisa had to be mine on our terms.

I turned around and led her to the bed. I stopped a yard from it, and pulled her in front of me. I looked down at her, waiting.

"One promise at a time, Sibling," I whispered to her.

She nodded at me. I could see the thin sheen of tears in her eyes. I had waited two years for my first time with Melisa; I could not imagine waiting the years she waited.

"One promise at a time," I thought.

I walked forward, until the back of her legs touched the bed. I kept moving, and she fell backwards. I moved until I stood with her legs between mine. I looked down at her. Her body was the picture of symmetry. I got on the bed with my knees on either side of her waist.

She reached up to run her hands down my abdomen, and scratched her nails down my slacks. I hardened inside them.

Mine. All mine. Maybe only one night at a time but still mine every one of those nights.

I took her hands, and pulled her up to a sitting position. Her face was below my chest. She looked up at me. I smiled at her. Two nights ago, I had taken control of the seduction.

Now, I exerted it.

I unbuttoned my shirt and removed it. She reached up and used her nails along my chest. I reached down and pulled the undershirt over my head. She kept at work with her nails, harder this time. Expectation was slowly taken over by desire and need. She moved her head forward to score my stomach with her teeth.

I unbelted my slacks, undid the button and zipper. Her hands reached inside the opening, widening it. I reached behind myself to take off my shoes and socks. I had to lean back to do it. She seized the opportunity to use her nails on my chest again. Leaning forward, she used her teeth on the muscle right beneath my bellybutton. I pushed my hips toward her in reaction.

She stopped.

She leaned back on her hands, looked at me with darkened eyes. I could see the passion flooding them. I straightened up and pushed my briefs and slacks down my thighs. Keeping eye contact, I raised first one knee and then the other, forcing my pants and briefs onto my calves. I straightened up, back on my knees. I stared at her. She studied me as she had on the morning of the first interview with Professor Ryan.

She sat up and moved to where her lips where inches from my abdomen. I felt my dick make contact with the skin on her neck and shoulders. She pushed forward, and tried to reach around me to push what was left of my clothes off my body. I took over the responsibility, pushing my slacks and briefs onto the floor next to the bed.

She straightened up again. She was staring at my body from up close. She reached out to stroke whatever part of me caught her momentary fascination. Finally, she stroked down from my chest, staring up at me, down my stomach, between my hips. She wrapped her right hand around the base of my dick, using the left to caress my ball sack. I was thick but in her small hand I looked huge. My dick jerked when she squeezed it. She let go to run her nails down my thighs and lie back on the bed. She carefully placed her hands above her head crossing them at the wrists.

I looked down at her, wondering where to begin, buying myself time to regain control. Every part of my body wanted to take, and take. The look in her eyes urged me to do exactly that. A small part of my mind yelled a motto for control.

I did not want to take; I wanted to conquer every one of her desires.

The voice behind my eyes chanted.

Control.

Control.

Finally, my breathing slowed down. My body revved down from the sexual peak. Melisa looked up at me, disappointment was in her eyes, but in the depths... one promise at a time.

I reached down to unbutton the top part of her suit.

"This must be getting uncomfortable," I said.

She smiled at me, stretching.

I spread the unbuttoned top, and pulled her blouse out of the skirt. When I had pulled the front out completely, she sat up. I reached underneath the suit top at the shoulders and pushed it down and off her arms. I tossed it towards where my clothes rested on the floor. The blouse had buttons but I was no longer in a mood to be careful about her clothing. I reached down to the waist of her blouse and pulled it up. She extended her arms above her head so I take it off her. As soon as the blouse was no longer on her body, she lay back down.

She was a wearing a powder blue bra.

Siblings were going to make me want plain white underwear banned.

I reached down to run a lone fingertip along her stomach wall, up to and along the exposed parts of her breasts. I used the same finger to run circles on her neck. Finally, I placed it gently on her lips only to lean forward to replace it with my lips. It was the deepest kiss we had shared. It whispered every wish I read in her eyes.

I pulled up on it. I stared into her eyes, using my fingers to trace the bone structure of her face. I reached down again, open-mouthed to taste her lips with my tongue. She opened her mouth, allowing my tongue into her. I stayed for a long time: kissing, tasting, sharing. We had time, and I meant to drink long and deep of Melisa.

As we continued kissing, I placed my left hand above her head for balance. With my right, I investigated the body being offered to me. I only used my fingertips to touch her. I ran them along her left side and across her stomach. I stopped to circle her bellybutton with one fingertip; I finished the run across her stomach. I went lower to where her skirt started and ran a lone finger from right to left and back again along skin and skirt. I ran as much of my hand as I could to touch her skin with on the way to her left side, and ran the hand up until I was cupping the bottom of her left breast with my thumb and index finger parenthesizing her nipple. I squeezed as gently as I could, pulling her breast towards me at the same time. I opened my hand releasing her breast. I ran my palm across the point of her breast and then rubbed a circle onto the tip.

I replaced my left hand with my right hand as a balancing point.

I continued kissing her. With my left hand this time, I ran my fingertips down her side and across her stomach. Again, I circled her bellybutton with a lone fingertip. I finished the run across to the left side of her body. I went lower, again, to where her skirt started and ran a lone finger from left to right and back again. I ran as much of my hand as I could touch her skin with back to her right side. I ran my palm up and cupped the bottom of her right breast. I squeezed gently, and pulled her breast towards my body. I opened the hand, releasing her breast. I ran the palm across the point of her breast, and finished the motions with palm circles.

I ran the hand up her neck, over her face to her hair, and grabbed her wrist. I grabbed her other wrist with my right hand. I lay down on top of her; somehow I managed to deepen the kisses. A sense of urgency entered them that had not been present before that moment.

I took some of my weight off her. I broke the kiss to taste her neck with small touches of my tongue. I placed my teeth carefully at the juncture of neck and shoulder. I applied gentle pressure; increasing it slowly.

She arched her back until the head of my dick touched her lower stomach. She must have felt the pressure because she pushed herself up in that area to make more contact. I held her in place with my teeth, lowering my weight to force her back down on the bed.

I nibbled my way down to her shoulder. I pulled my head back and went down again to hold her; biting her at the juncture of neck and chin.

I knelt with a knee on each side of her. I stared down at her closed eyes. I could see she was breathing harder. I ran my hands back and forth on her stomach slowly. I let my own breath slow down to a more normal pace.

In and out, a steady rhythm until consummation, and if she went over the top too soon I would wait for her to rise again.

I smiled down at Melisa.

Mine.

I put both hands at her sides and pulled to signal I wanted her to sit up. She did. I reached behind her to undo the bra. She raised her hands away from my hips where she had put them to hold her balance, and held them above her head. I slid the straps off her arms. I used my hips to push forward against her; she took the message and lay back down. I tossed the bra aside, and went back to running my hands on her upper body. I concentrated on keeping her nipples at the center of my touching. I did not make contact with them but I kept the motions heading towards them, or circling them. Finally, I used a finger to circle as close to the extended portion of her nipple without actually touching it. I gave the other nipple the same treatment.