Jan Springer: In Her Bed

Where had they gotten off to? She set her towel, the bar of lavender-scented soap, and a disposable razor onto the wood shelf within reach. She gazed at the tub and laughed with enjoyment. They’d filled it to almost the rim. Lots of hot baths. Hmm, another benefit of having three strong men here with her. So, she traded it off with some hot and heavy sex. How could anything be wrong with that?

Disrobing, she shivered in the cold air and quickly stepped into the high tub, sighing as she sat into hot liquid heaven. Water embraced her sore pussy, ass, and her tender breasts, lapping against all those muscles she never knew she had. Oh yeah, she could get used to having wonderful hot baths every morning.

Grabbing the soap, she quickly washed her hair and the rest of her, taking extra care to soap her tender breasts, pussy, and other intimate area. She would need to be clean for the guys.

Smiling, she remembered last night. It had felt wonderful being impaled on Landon and having Durango thrusting into her tender ass while Tyrell fucked her mouth. Just thinking about the pleasure they’d created, had her moaning softly and closing her eyes.

Yes, this new way of life could certainly turn into paradise. Licking her lips in anticipation, she ran a hand leisurely over her sensitized breasts, surprised at the need gripping her with such a fierce intensity she hadn’t felt before. Smoothing her other hand down over her lower belly, she ran a finger between her labia to rub her clit. Her pussy and ass both clenched hard, and she moaned softly at the reaction.

Oh lovely. She was seriously arousing herself and not a man in sight to bring her relief.

As she continued touching herself, she turned her face into the cold breeze and warm sunshine. Thankfully the lean-to blocked most of the wind, and the smoke from the nearby woodstove was minimal as it escaped the tall pipe. She could hear the wood crackling in the stove and listened to the wind whistle through the nearby tall grass.

She sunk deeper into the tub, sighing as the warm water embraced her body. Steam curled around in front of her eyes, and lavender-scented soap wafted off her skin making her feel as if she were a queen soaking in a tub awaiting her male sex slaves to approach her and make love to her.

She closed her eyes and smiled at that idea. She gasped as she pinched her nipples, finding them tender as well. Those men sure had known what they’d been doing last night, and she wouldn’t have traded that experience for the world. Now that she’d stepped over the threshold, she doubted she would want to go back to living alone. Now, she understood what her friend Teyla had meant when she’d told Liz the same thing. Menages were addictive.

She sensed the men before she even opened her eyes. Knew the three of them had come for her. Knew she wouldn’t say no. Could never say no to the pleasure they were sure to give her.

Slowly, she opened her eyes, and blinked at the three men who stood around the tub staring down at her naked form lounging in the water. She didn’t even feel a spark of shame at being caught like this, nude and touching herself. She felt as if she were Alice in Wonderland and she’d slipped down the rabbit’s hole, appearing in a new world. A world she wanted. One she knew she would like.

“You looked too luscious for us to ignore, Doc,” Durango whispered. His voice sounded hoarse and strangled. Aroused. His eyes were the deepest blue she’d ever seen them, and there was a sparkle of amusement in his gaze.

“We made up that honey-do list you were mentioning earlier to Durango,” Landon said as he, too, gazed down at her body. Liz stilled at his intense look, and succulent heat fused through her.

She tried to concentrate on what Landon had just said. The honey-do list? And then she remembered. Oh great, Durango had mentioned their earlier conversation to them? Would anything she said be a secret between the two of them? Somehow she doubted it. These three men had formed a tight bond, and she would be their woman. She’d better get used to it and fast.

Her gaze drifted to Tyrell. A luscious smile tilted the tips of his lips, and she had the distinct feeling he had a secret. They all had a secret.

“Okay, what’s up?” she asked, liking their playful looks.

Tyrell lifted a piece of paper and handed it down to her. Water dripped from her arm as she accepted it and read what they’d written.

It was the honey-do list she’d been talking to Durango about. The men had made up a schedule in record time, outlining all the chores each of them would do. Amazing.

“I’m impressed,” Liz said as she read the neatly scrawled handwriting.

“You also mentioned you had needs, Brandy,” Landon said softly.

“We figured with the way you’re touching yourself, we would come in handy about now,” Tyrell whispered.

“I want to watch,” Durango added.

Liz swallowed, felt the familiar rush of lust shifting through her like a drug as the three men peered at her with way too much anticipation.

“Since when do you guys have to ask?” she replied, handing the note back to Tyrell.

“We’re not asking, babe,” Durango replied hoarsely.

Liz trembled at the domination in his voice.

“We made an adjustment to the lean-to while you were inside,” Tyrell said, his gaze moving upward. Liz followed to where he was looking, and she started. Directly above the tub, on a beam in the ceiling of the lean-to, she caught a glimpse of silver. A large eye bolt had been screwed into the wood beam. From it hung a hook.

Her breathing quickened. Why hadn’t she seen that up there? Because she’d been too busy pleasuring herself, that was why.

She looked back down and met Durango’s gaze, read the sexual intent flaring in his blue eyes. Her breath caught at the heated look, at the sizzling tension zipping between the two of them. She grew so hot she was surprised the water hadn’t started to boil. He held up some long leather straps with cuffs.

She creamed. Hard. She knew what was going on. Leather straps and attachments. They would bind her. This time they would take her while she was standing.

She licked her lips as a sensual nervousness zipped through her. Shivered as the intense yearning to have sex with them took hold with a vengeance.

“We have needs, too, Brandy,” Landon said as he leisurely removed his jacket and hung it on one of several nail posts. He began to undress.

“Lots of needs, Elizabeth,” Tyrell replied as he, too, removed his jacket and hung it beside Landon’s. He began to undress.

Oh my gosh.

She fought her growing nervousness as Durango didn’t move. Didn’t undress. Instead, he leaned over the bathtub, his hand slipping into the water. She thought he would start stroking her pussy, but his hand wrapped around her wrist like a taut rope.

“Stand, baby.” His gaze riveted her. Hot waves of pure sensuality blazed off his body into hers.

“Stand for them,” he whispered.

He wanted her to stand so he could watch her be taken by the other two. She knew he did. That’s why he wasn’t getting undressed.

“Durango…” she whispered, suddenly feeling unsure of this. Maybe she wasn’t able to get into this new lifestyle? Maybe this situation was impossible? She already liked Landon a lot, and Tyrell was so nice, but she didn’t really know these two. Durango wanted all of them living here like some polygamous family or something. What if they decided they didn’t want her anymore?

Fear and self-doubt almost devoured her, but then she looked into Durango’s eyes and saw the love flaming there for her. Love, lust, and appreciation for what she was going to give him.

“It’s okay, baby. It’s okay,” he soothed. Obviously he was sensing her uneasiness.