Jan Springer - In Her Bed

She wanted to be taken whenever someone else wanted to take her. She loved the anticipation of it. The erotic way it made her feel, just knowing a man wanted her. It made her feel…desirable.

Low self-esteem issues? No, she didn’t think so. She felt good about herself, about what she’d achieved in life. Becoming a doctor had taken all of her self-discipline to achieve her dream. But in doing so, she’d ignored her private life. Ignored her needs. Now she wanted to explore those cravings burning inside her.

She also knew that just because both she and Durango had kinky needs didn’t mean their relationship was meant to be. It meant they were a good fit. At least that’s what she thought. She could make his fantasies of sharing come true, and he could make her fantasies of menages and being dominated by more than one man come true.

Now with the removal of the social elements due to the Catastrophe, she was realizing there was a new type of freedom available to her. Her family couldn’t judge her. Pretty much all of her friends were dead, and her one true friend, Teyla, was living out Liz’s dream only a couple of miles away. She’d so envied Teyla that she’d been barely able to stand it.

“I really missed you, Doc,” Durango whispered as he took her hands into his. “I woke up aching for you every night. Kept dreaming about how sweet you would taste when I came back home. How I longed to bring you the pleasure I knew you craved. We both craved.”

And the pleasure she denied she needed.

“Now that you’ve had a taste, do you want what the three of us are offering?”

Hope glittered with such magnificence in his gaze that Liz swore if she hadn’t been sitting her on the chair, her knees would have buckled from the intensity. That Durango would even ask her instead of seducing sex from her again meant he’d turned a serious curve in the road of seduction. She sensed if she said no, he would accept her decision. And maybe leave like he’d done before?

She hoped the threat of him leaving wasn’t what was influencing her decision to give in to what he wanted. No, it was what she wanted. She needed to remember that. It had to be what she wanted because in the end she would be living with the consequences, despite having no family or friends to judge her. She had to be comfortable with her decisions.

“This isn’t something I can just agree to, Durango.”

Hope deflated in his eyes. She felt bad, truly she did, but what he’d given her a taste of was an entire change of life for her. Being here for three men who she would sexually submit to whenever they wanted. God, just thinking about it was turning her on big-time.

She licked her lips, tried to quell the visions of what had happened last night. Being tied down, three men fucking her. It had been awesome, and she realized she was truly beginning to accept this idea.

“I can’t be at every man’s beck and call in the bedroom and out. Things need to be done, like preparation of meals, house work, yard work, farming. I can’t help with all that if I’m lying in bed all the time getting my brains screwed out.” And loving it.

“It won’t be in the bed, always,” he teased and leaned in. She shivered as he brushed his mouth against her lips again in a feather-like kiss.

“Durango, I’m serious.”

He pulled away, a gorgeous grin tipping the sides of his luscious-looking mouth. A mouth she wouldn’t mind having between her legs at the moment. Her lower belly clenched at the thought of his early morning shadow brushing erotically against her inner thighs.

Oh goodness, they’d turned her into a sex maniac already. Liz blinked that thought aside.

“All three of us have two arms and hands, Doc. We know how to do housework. It’s not just a woman’s job. We are modern men. We’ll make up a schedule of chores for all three guys.”

“Domesticated already,” she teased.

“Doc, for you, anything. I love you. I need you. You are the lifeblood that runs through my veins, baby. I realized that when I left. I was a stubborn fool for not coming back sooner.”

“Yes, you are.”

His grin widened. “As opposed to I was. Not past tense?”

Happiness bubbled through her at his teasing. Lifting her arms, she wrapped them around his neck and curled her fingers against the back of his head.

His eyes twinkled. He had the most beautiful eyes. It was like looking into the dark blue sky at twilight.

“I have demands, too. I have needs,” she began as she remembered what Teyla had told her when she’d been here for a visit yesterday.

“Lots of needs,” he whispered and brushed his mouth against hers in an intoxicating featherlight kiss that had her breaths increasing in speed.

“The agreement goes both ways. When I want a man to submit to me, then he must. Or all three of you for that matter.”

There was an explosion of emotions in his eyes, and for a second Liz swore she forgot to breathe. She could read the emotions clearly. Excitement. Arousal. Want. They all swirled like a tornado threatening to suck her right up.

“And I want something from you right now,” she said softly.

She felt him tense against her. Saw him lick his lips in anticipation.

“Anything, baby, anything.”

“Go outside and help Tyrell and Landon fill the tub. I’m dying for a hot bath.”

His face flopped into disappointment. She wiggled her fingers against the back of his head and struggled to keep a straight face as she knew he’d been expecting her to say, “Let’s have sex.”

“Can you do that for me, honey? Help the guys draw a nice hot bath for me? Oh, and when you’re finished with that, there’s more wood that needs chopping so that tomorrow morning when I need my bath, the wood will be there for you to toss into the drum stove.”

His frown deepened, and she seriously wanted to start laughing. The man still had to learn to put his money where his mouth was, didn’t he? Oh well, training him and the other three would be fun.

“Oh, and after my bath, I want you guys to get right on a ‘honey do this’ list for all three of you. I want you to figure out who is going to do housework and what chores you guys prefer to have. You may as well take the ones you enjoy the most. Each of you. Then at least they’ll get done if you enjoy doing them.”

She ignored his raised eyebrows and the puzzlement on his face, stood, and headed for the hallway. She expected him to protest, to demand she get back into the kitchen and have sex with him. He didn’t, and oddly enough she was disappointed. But yeah, Teyla was right. Liz needed to make demands of her own from the three men, and now would be the time to start.

Slipping into the bedroom, she closed the door behind her, and a couple of minutes later she heard the front door creak open as Durango left the house. Moments after that, she heard the men talking behind the house in the general direction of where the outdoor tub was located. Then she heard the sound of someone chopping wood.

Liz smiled. Huh, that was easy.

Too easy, a voice warned as she began to gather the things she would need for her much-anticipated bath. Way too easy.

When Liz let herself out the back door, cold mid-morning air blasted against her. She gripped the bathrobe tighter around her and quickly walked toward the lean-to that housed the bathtub. Before leaving to join Durango’s cousin’s gang, Durango and Landon had built the lean-to with the opening facing south, allowing for a sunny exposure while she bathed. They’d found the claw foot tub in one of the desolate farmhouses in the valley, as well as a handmade woodstove made from a drum at another neighboring farm. They’d lugged the items here to her place. Now, as she strolled across the meadow toward the lean-to, she smelled the aroma of wood smoke, saw the grey smoke spiraling lazily from the long pipe attached to the stove, but none of the men were in sight.