Joe tapped the table. “Hop on up and lie on your back.”
Steam built up in the room as Joe unlashed the clamps that held the table together. Once she was fully prone, he separated the two halves, spreading her legs wide. Her heart pounded. Her whole body began to shake as carnal lust filled every cell of her body.
He dragged a velvet cuff around her ankle and attached it to the bottom of the table.
“Do I need that?” She failed to remove the quiver from her voice.
“I don’t want you to fall off, darlin’. Couldn’t live with myself if you got hurt.”
So that was his reasoning. “You’re so thoughtful.” The excitement of what these wonderful men were about to do to her body had her climbing higher, reaching deeper into her soul to explore who she was, what she wanted.
“Just you wait and see how thoughtful I can be.”
Frank took her hands, pulled them over her head, and secured them with another set of cuffs attached to the wall behind her. Being held captive should have made her squirm. Instead, she reveled in her powerlessness.
The warm water gently fell on her belly, splashed on her tits and down her legs just enough to entice, but not enough to satisfy.
Joe grabbed a handful of liquid soap and started with her belly. He slowly dragged his hands across her abdomen and down the sides. She closed her eyes and inhaled. Frank must have done the same, because his large hands covered her breasts with a cool, thick goo and he acted like he’d been told he’d win a trophy if he polished her body the best. The two worked in tandem, but Joe seemed focused on avoiding her fully aroused sex. She ached to be touched but refused to beg.
He stepped closer and nudged her opening. Her eyes sprang open.
“You want me, darlin’, don’t you?”
She had to wet her lips to speak. “Yes, more than you can know.”
His cock entered no more than one inch before slipping out. “You aren’t quite ready for me.”
Why did they always say that to her? “I am, I am.” She couldn’t get any wetter. She bucked and tried to slide down, but he stopped her. Damn.
His slick index finger dragged down her clit and she almost came.
Rod appeared in her field of vision. He’d removed his shirt, but not his pants. “Sweetheart. Do not come. We need to be first.”
He was talking crazy. Don’t climax. Right. She was on the brink and needed the release, needed someone to put their big cock inside her.
“I think it’s time to let her go. Frank?”
The cuffs came off, and she lowered her arms. Rod helped her sit. The water flow stopped. Rod smiled. “I want you to get on your hands and knees.”
She did so. She’d loved it when Rod had come from behind. The angle caused more pressure inside her. Instead of Rod, Joe stepped behind her. Rod stood at her side, touching her nipples, massaging them, acting as if they were some little orbs of precious joy. Legs spread wide, she lifted her butt, expecting Joe to lube her forbidden ring of muscle. Instead, he opened her pussy and nudged in. The sweetness took her breath away.
When Joe thrust into her, her body shot forward, and she nearly toppled until Frank stopped her shoulders. Rod rubbed and pulled, tweaking her nipples, the need in her so great, she was ready to explode. She could tell Rod’s cock was bursting to get out, and she wanted to suck him dry.
“Rod, can I see you?” She let her gaze roam over his tented pants.
“In a minute, sweetheart.”
Joe’s movements took her mind off of Rod’s cock as he stroked in and out, each time going deeper until she was sure he’d pop out the other side.
He groaned. “I’m coming.”
Before she had a chance to climax, his warm cum shot into her, drawing her to a higher level of ecstasy. Rod was still making love to her tits when Joe pulled out.
He tapped her butt. “Roll on your side, darlin’. We’re swapping places.”
Oh, my God. The intensity of the experience took her breath away. She couldn’t wait to try out Frank. As if on a signal, they rotated. Joe would be attending her breasts, Frank at the stern with Rod standing close, watching once again. Why wasn’t he willing to share his body? From his hooded, dark eyes, he wanted her bad.
When on her side, Frank lifted one leg above his shoulder as Joe went behind her and attended to her tits.
“Now, sweetheart.” Even though Rod wore slacks, she reached out and cupped his balls over the wool fabric, rubbing and squeezing. Rod’s eyes rolled upward as if he’d gone to heaven.
“Sweetheart, you are too much for me.” He stepped back and undressed completely. “Care to try that again?”
Finally, she could touch him and fuck him with her mouth. Glorious Rod neared, his dick pulsating in front of her. Frank rubbed her wet clit then dove his sex into her hard. Her mind blanked. His larger-than-life cock stretched her walls to near breaking. In this position, every thrust took her to a new place. She pulled Rod closer and drew him into her mouth. He grabbed her shoulder and hung on as if he couldn’t last long. Between Joe’s ministrations, Frank’s thrusts and Rod’s cock in her mouth, and she reached her peak, climaxing hard.
“Don’t leave me, sweetheart. I need your tongue on me. Swallow my cock.”
His sexy words made her open her throat wider and took him in as far as she could. He pumped in and out until his hot semen drenched her throat. She had to lift up to swallow his tasty salt.
Frank moaned. “Hold on. I’m coming.”
As his fingers squeezed her inner thighs, his cock pressed against the back of her walls and filled her with his warm seed.
She’d never felt more thoroughly fucked. And loved. And desired. “That was amazing. You are all amazing.” As he helped her up, his gism dripped out of her.
Joe turned on the handheld shower device. When the water warmed, they soaped her up and rinsed her off. She might have felt like a vehicle in a carwash, except these men took every opportunity to touch her in each intimate place on her body. She swore she got excited all over again.
“Maybe tomorrow I can wash you all,” she said. “Right now, I’m too beat.” With that, she lowered onto the table and closed her eyes.
Rod picked her up and stood her on her feet. “Not a chance of going to sleep. I haven’t had my turn with your sweet pussy, unless you prefer me in your scrumptiously tight ass?” He tapped her nose. “But I can wait until later. We don’t want to get you too sore, now do we?”
Later? She wasn’t sure how much more excitement she could handle in one day.
Chapter 10
When Jillian rolled into work Monday morning, she was tender not only between her legs, but her nipples were highly sensitive. She’d never been more happy on multiple levels. Yes, the sex was beyond description. Her body never stopped thrumming, and the best part was that it wasn’t just about the sex.
On Saturday, Frank decided they all needed to get to know her better, so they all went shopping, then explored the Kartchner Caverns southeast of Tucson. He insisted they bring instamatic cameras or video cameras and make a movie together. How cool was that?
She never knew she could have so much fun. Rod was the expert on iMovie, and they had a grand time editing the two-minute movie. Their adventure would be such a keepsake.
The next day, Rod insisted that while he really wanted her, they should refrain from sex. To occupy their time, they played Mexican Train Dominoes for hours. She hadn’t realized how competitive these men could be over a silly kids’ game. They laughed. They called each other names, and in the end she loved them more.
Intellectually, having three men was insane, but to her it felt right. She wanted her time with them to never end, but it had to. Each of them had jobs, tempers would fly, and jealousy might occur. How was she going to handle so many issues? Taking time off to explore her options seemed her best move.
“You’re glowing,” Clarissa said, interrupting her thoughts.
“I’m happy.”
“Y
ou know I want to hear all about it. Not just that it was amazing, but what they did to make it so wonderful. How was it having sex with three men at once?”
“Keep your voice down.” She didn’t need the whole lab to start rumors.
Even though talking about having sex with three men might make Jillian look like a slut, she didn’t care. She needed to share her excitement with someone.
“I can’t tell you how unbelievable it is to have constant stimulation. My body hummed long after they finished. Though they kind of decide what to do, I know that in the end, I’m the one who has control over them. It’s a heady experience.” She then told her about the forty-eight-hour moratorium on sex. “We got along so well.”
“Wow. So now what? You going to marry one of them?”
She held up her hand. “Not so fast. Two weeks isn’t long enough to make that kind of decision. Besides, which one would I marry? I want all of them.”
“Equally?”
“Yes.” She slipped off her goggles to clean them. “Sometimes Joe is the aggressive one, other times it’s Frank, but so far Rod never wavers. He wants me to do what he wants. I told them I needed to take a break to clear my head.”
Clarissa’s mouth dropped. “You finally get those climaxes you’ve been dreaming about and you want to stop? What’s wrong with you, girlfriend?”
“It’s complicated. I might only be a passing fancy for them. They’re so experienced and I’m not. How do I know if I stay around they’ll like me when I grow old and fat?”
Her friend shook her head. “Listen to yourself. Life doesn’t come with guarantees. Be happy for as long as you can. They aren’t with you for the money. For the first time in your life you can believe they want you for you.”
“Knock, knock.”
It was Dad. Shit. She spun around. He couldn’t have come at a worse time. She wanted to talk more with Clarissa. Her friend seemed to be the only one with a level head.
“What are you doing here?”
“I own the company, remember?”
She planted a hand on her hip. “You’ve never come down to the lab before.”
All ten lab workers stopped what they were doing, the silence bordering on creepy.
“You look excited. Do you have some new product for us?” He raised his brow as if what was good for the company was all that mattered to him.
“Not yet.”
“Well, we need to talk. Clarissa, would you mind taking a break?”
He knew her friend’s name? She thought he only counted the money and didn’t care much about the workers. When Clarissa was out of earshot, he stepped closer. The clanging of the glass on metal started again. The lab rats were back to work.
“What’s up?” She leaned against the table in an attempt to look casual. She knew what he wanted but didn’t have the heart to tell him about the men’s decision not to help out. For his health, he had to find a replacement and fast.
“You know. I need a decision about which two men you want to run the company.”
“None of them.” She grabbed a towel, turned her back to him, and wiped down the counter.
Her dad turned her shoulders to face him again. “That’s unacceptable. I must have screened over fifty potential men. The three brothers are exceptional candidates. Any one of them would do a fine job.”
“I’m sure they would, but they aren’t interested.”
He leaned closer. “What the hell did you do to them? Do they hate you so much they don’t want to work in the same building as you?”
What a horrible thing to say to her. Was she really his daughter? “Quite the opposite. They love me.” There, she’d said it. Love. Something that had been in very short supply in her life.
His lips hardened and his brows pinched. “I never accept failure. You have one month to make them change their mind or I’m shutting down the lab.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“Watch me.”
The blood drained from her face. “That’s not fair, Daddy.”
“This company means everything to me. Don’t fuck it up.” He spun around and left.
Didn’t her happiness mean anything to him? She stood there and stared at the walls. None of the men wanted the job. It wouldn’t be fair to ask them to run the company. But if he shut the lab, not only her life but the livelihood of so many others would be affected, not to mention how much of her pride was rolled up in this job. For the first time in her life, people looked up to her. Her talent with mixing substances created wonderful products. Damn, she loved being here. He wouldn’t dare shut this place down. Or would he?
Fine. She’d get the men to see reason and show them that being in charge would allow them to have all of their dreams.
* * * *
The doorbell rang. Joe was at his desk, Frank on the phone, and Rod was supervising the plant on the other side of town.
Joe pushed back his chair and glanced at his brother. “I’ll get it.”
No one came to their home office since they conducted all business at the plant facility.
Joe checked the peephole and pulled open the door. “Jillian, what are you doing here?”
For one, she should be at work, and two, she’d been the one to insist she take a few days off to reassess the relationship. Now she was here.
“Can I come in?”
Her hands were clasped behind her back, and her gaze was focused on the ground, looking as if the weight of the world was dragging her down. His heart nearly tore in two.
“Sure, darlin’.” It seemed too easy to slip into the cowboy mode with her. Maybe it was because he wanted to ride into the sunset with her. Or maybe just ride her.
She finally looked him in the face. “Are Frank and Rod here?”
“Only Frank.” He took her hand and led her to the sofa. “Drink?”
“A soda?”
Serious stuff. “Sure.” He grabbed one out of the fridge and even poured the contents into a glass. She seemed to need the comfort. “Here.”
She held on tight, and he sat next to her on the sofa.
“We need to talk.”
His gut went into a spasm. “About?”
“Me. Us. The company.”
Shit. She wanted nothing to do with them. Her dad wouldn’t complete the buyout and they’d be back where they’d started. Except that they’d met her, a woman who’d changed their lives.
“What about?” He was pleased he was able to keep his voice from cracking.
She held up her hand. “Let me explain. I want to make a proposition to you three.”
Joe leaned back on the sofa. “I’m listening. You know you can tell old Joe anything.” Please say she wants all of us.
“I want you to reconsider running Sensual Pleasures.”
“But I thought—”
“I believed you all wanted to at one time before you changed your mind. I know Daddy can be a bastard, and is one much of the time, but he won’t be there on a day-to-day basis after he steps down as CEO, so I’m making this deal.”
He took her hand in his and kissed her palm. “What kind of deal, darlin’?”
“I’ll be a sex slave to all three of you for one month if you agree to take over my dad’s company.”
If Joe had anything in his mouth, he would have spewed the contents all over her. “You want to what?”
“I want to be your sex slave for a month.”
He wasn’t quite sure what that entailed, but he sure as hell liked the sound of it. “You want to move in here and fuck us silly?” Stupid thing to say, but his brain had stopped working. And here, he thought she liked their trip to the caverns and playing all the games together. Maybe he’d been wrong.
She nodded, looking way too serious. “I’ll even cook, clean, and let you experiment on me with whatever toys you have or whatever toys you’re thinking of bringing to market. I’m all yours, to do with what you want. I won’t get in the way of your work or anything. I promise. All I need is a promise from
you that you’ll take over my dad’s business starting Monday.”
He’d been about to say her deal wouldn’t be necessary, that they wanted to run the company more than anything, but he was no fool. She’d offered his dream come true, and he wasn’t about to toss that away.
He forced the smile from his lips. “I’ll have to consult with the other two before I give you an answer. Asking us to run such a large corporation will take us away from here.” He tried to come off as sincere as possible. “You know once we sell our company, we’ll be on easy street.” He leaned back and stretched his arms across the back. “Rod told me just last night that he planned to raft the entire Grand Canyon for the next month. Frank was talking about living on a houseboat on Lake Powell. I’m not sure—”
She placed her glass on the coffee table and jumped on top of him, straddling his thighs and pressing her tits into his face. “Please. It would mean so much to me.”
It would mean more to him. The thought of being able to make love to her any time of night or day gave him a raging hard-on, which she surely could notice. “Let me talk to Frank.” Before I come in my pants.
He grabbed her waist to help her off. She lifted her leg and her bare pussy came into plain view. Dear God, he’d never last a month without making a fool of himself. He wet his lips and stood, needing to adjust his balls or chance sterilization. “Be right back.”
How he made it into the office, he wasn’t sure. He closed the door softly and plastered his back against it.
Frank glanced up. “Bill, let me get back to you. Something just came up.” He disconnected. “You look like you’ve just enjoyed an orgy with Jillian.”
“I have. Or rather, we will.” He filled him in on Jillian’s sweet deal.
“You’re shitting me, right?”
He crossed his heart. “Swear to fucking God.”
Frank grinned. “I know Rod wants to start the fantasy spa, but hell, you know I’ve always wanted to run the old man’s business.”
“Me too.” He stepped over to his chair and dropped onto the seat. “Can you imagine? Jillian living here?”
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