by Becca Van
“You realize we are Doms, don’t you, Emma.” It came out as more of a statement than a question.
“Yes, I know.”
“When we have a woman in our bedroom we like to be called ‘Master.’”
“Okay.” Emma was totally perplexed because as far as she was concerned their sexual kink had nothing to do with her.
“How much experience have you had as a submissive, sweetie?”
Emma frowned at him, not sure where he was going, but she decided to answer him truthfully. “Um, none.”
“That’s what I thought. When a Dominant asks a question, he expects to be answered honestly and in full detail. A relationship between a Dom or Doms and a sub is based on trust.”
“Okay. Why are you telling me all this?”
“Because you, little Emma, are a natural-born submissive, and the three of us would like to play with you.”
Emma looked back at the tub and turned the water off. She didn’t know what to say to Jack, so she didn’t say anything at all. When she straightened and turned to face Jack, she became a little wary because all expression had left his face.
“Remove your clothes, Emma.”
Emma fiddled with the button on the sleeveless shirt Charlie had lent her but didn’t move to comply with his directive. Although she was attracted to Jack, as well as Tank and Gary, she didn’t know them at all, and she wasn’t used to being naked in the presence of a man.
“I can bathe by myself, Jack. I have been able to since I was a little girl.”
A noise near the door drew her attention and she looked up to see Gary and Tank standing there looking at her. Gary frowned, but Tank’s face was a mask of granite.
Gary stepped into the large bathroom and kept right on walking until he was standing in front of her with the tips of his shoes touching hers. “Emma, you were given an order. We expect you to do as you’re told.”
Emma tilted her head back so she could look Gary in the eye. The angle made the muscles in her neck ache, but she wasn’t about to let these three men get away with telling her what to do. Not even if it was what her body wanted her to do.
If she was honest with herself, she wanted to strip her clothes off and let them touch her. Her body yearned to feel their hands and mouths caressing her all over. But after what she had been through at the hands of Andrew Mitchell, she was filled with trepidation. If she gave into them and gave them what she wanted—what she wanted, to feel them touching her all over—she was scared she would get hurt. Again!
“Look, I appreciate the fact that you are all trying to take care of me, but I don’t need you to. I have been independent since I was a teenager. I know how to look after myself.”
“That’s not the point. Do you think we don’t know you are attracted to us, Emma? Do you think we don’t see when your nipples go hard and when you squeeze your legs together to ease the ache in that sweet-smelling pussy?”
And just like that her body began to react to his naughty words. Her nipples pebbled into hard, turgid peaks pushing against the cotton shirt. Her pussy clenched and her clit throbbed. Moisture gathered and then coated her folds only to drip onto her panties. She barely suppressed a moan as the image of these three men touching her, loving her, assailed her imagination. She wanted nothing more than to strip off, climb onto the bed in the other room and spread herself wide for theirs and her own delectation. Her mouth opened to plead with them to strip her naked and touch her but she couldn’t bring herself to voice what she wanted. She snapped her mouth closed. Emma was shocked by the cravings which were tearing at her insides. The yearning was deep. Her body was aching and itching, and she knew that only these three men could put out the fire burning inside her. But she couldn’t find the courage to speak of her need. She didn’t really know these men and wasn’t about to look like a fool for giving voice to her needs.
When she lowered her head to relieve the ache in her neck, Gary reached forward and grasped her waist, obviously taking pity on her. He lifted her up with ease, until she was on eye level with him. She placed her hands on his shoulders for balance. Having her feet and legs dangle wasn’t very comfortable and she wanted to wrap her legs around his waist for further stability, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to get that close to him, at least not yet.
“You are in our home, little one. When we give a command, we expect to be obeyed. Immediately. You can try to keep us at arm’s length, but let me warn you that you will end up in our beds. If it wasn’t for your injuries and the fact that you’re still healing, you would be bent over one of our knees by now with a red ass.” Gary lowered her until she was once more standing on her own two feet. He took a step back and then placed a finger beneath her chin until their gazes connected once more.
Oh God! Why does the thought of them spanking me turn me on? I should be running away after what I’ve just been through. She’d been alone and independent for so long and she coveted being free if only for a short while. The need to give up control had been a deep-seated longing she hadn’t been aware of until she had met these three men.
Do I have the courage to let them take over? Can I trust them not to hurt me?
They hadn’t hurt her yet. In fact, Gary, Tank, and Jack had gone out of their way to help her, treat her wounds, and keep her safe. She realized that she already trusted them with her body. If she hadn’t she wouldn’t be here in their house, but her heart was another matter.
“The only words I want to hear coming from that sexy mouth are, ‘Yes, Master.’ Now do as Jack told you and strip.”
Emma shivered with sexual awareness. Gary’s deep, firm, commanding voice caused shudders to race up and down her spine. She wanted to give in and obey that voice. They’d said she was a natural submissive, and maybe they were right. Her desire overcame her caution, and as she found herself slipping the buttons through the holes in her shirt, she murmured, “Yes, Master.” When she had unclasped the last button, she shrugged it off her shoulders. The air in the room was cool and her nipples hardened even further, and her breasts ached for their touch. She kept her head lowered as she pulled the zipper on the skirt down and then wiggled and tugged until it was pooled around her feet on the tile floor.
“Good girl. Now remove your panties.”
Emma did as he commanded. When she was standing naked in front of all three men, she felt vulnerable at being so exposed to them. And although she was exposed and defenseless, that vulnerability made her more aware of the men’s power over her. Even though she was small in stature she’d never felt very feminine until now. Their sexual prowess and dominance turned her on like never before, but it was just physical. Her heart craved to be filled and if it turned out they were just using her, then she would at least have memories of their time together to look back on.
“You have a very sexy body, Emma. You have nothing to be ashamed of,” Master Tank stated as he moved further into the bathroom. “Get into the tub, darlin’, and we’ll help you wash.”
Emma stepped into the tub with Master Gary’s help. He gripped her elbow and didn’t release it until she sat down. Master Tank took a couple of steps back from the tub, and then, to her delighted surprise, he tugged his tight T-shirt up over his head and dropped it on the floor. She couldn’t take her eyes off his hard, muscular physique. He was so brawny that his muscles flexed and rippled beneath his tanned skin with every movement. Emma wanted to crawl over to him and see if he was as hard as he looked.
Heat coursed through her body and swept up into her face as he continued to remove the rest of his clothes. Master Tank was the epitome of a Norse warrior. With his light hair and eyes and his Scandinavian ancestry, she could just imagine him standing at the prow of a ship calling to the oarsmen “stroke” as he captained the vessel. His large, solid thighs and lower legs would ripple as he stood with his legs apart to balance as the boat pushed through the water, riding up and down the waves. His shoulders were wider than any other man she had ever encountered, and his pecs were ha
rd slabs that rippled and contracted each time he moved. His arms were stretched above his head and she wasn’t sure if it was in a display for her or if he was easing kinks from his muscles. His torso tapered down to narrow hips with a slight line of hair from his belly button which led down to his groin.
Emma barely held in a gasp when she saw his cock. The man was seriously hung, and it wasn’t even at full mast. She unconsciously licked her lips and watched with avid fascination as Master Tank’s penis twitched and began to thicken and lengthen.
“Do you like what you see, little one?”
Emma closed her eyes and drew in a ragged breath. Her eyes opened quickly when she heard water rippling, and she exhaled shakily when her gaze connected with Master Tank’s. He had stepped into the tub when she hadn’t been looking and was now standing in front of her. His legs were spread shoulder-width apart, and he didn’t seem to be worried that she could see him in all his naked glory. And what a glory that was. His balls hung down between his legs, big and heavy and darker in hue. His cock was now standing at full attention, and Emma had never seen a more magnificent sight. The tip of his hard cock was even with his navel, even though the shaft curved slightly to the right. The bulbous head was an angry-looking red-purple, and his shaft looked thicker than her wrist.
Master Gary’s voice pulled her from her sexual trance. “Master Tank asked you a question, sub. When one of your Doms asks you something we expect to be answered honestly with no hesitation.”
Question? What question?
Master Tank drew her gaze as he moved in closer. She let out a little squeak when he picked her up into his arms and then sat down where she had been sitting, placing her ass and upper thighs in his lap. Sitting sideways on his legs, she was facing Master Gary and Master Jack but could still see Master Tank. Since she could now feel his humungous appendage pulsing against her hip and side where it was trapped between them, all she could think about was how big it was and what it would feel like sliding in and out of her pussy.
Emma wasn’t used to being naked in front of anyone or having anyone standing naked in front of her. But what bugged her right at this moment—far more than the nudity issue—was what these three men wanted of her.
“Emma, you are trying my patience,” Master Gary said coldly. “Did you or did you not like how Master Tank’s body looked?”
Emma’s brain finally kicked in. She felt annoyed by Master Gary’s taciturn tone. “Oh for God’s sake, he’d give Zeus a run for his money.” She glared at Master Gary and then pinned Master Jack with a scowl.
Firm but gentle fingers gripped her chin, and she looked up into Master Tank’s green eyes. He studied her face before he finally spoke. “What is it you want to say, Emma?”
“How do you…” Emma hesitated, not sure how to ask her question.
“No,” Master Tank said. “Don’t be shy with us, Emma.” Releasing her chin, he cupped her cheek. “Ask what you need to, little one.”
Emma tried to gather her thoughts, but it was a little difficult to concentrate when she was as naked as the day she was born and sitting in the lap of a handsome, sexy, naked man. Finally she got her brain in gear. “What do you want from me? Why are you doing this?”
Master Gary knelt down on the tiled floor and picked up a bath sponge. He squirted some gel onto it and began to wash her. Master Jack was leaning against the vanity watching the proceedings. There was enough heat in his eyes to boil her bathwater, but he seemed content to sit back and stay mute for the moment.
“We want a relationship with you, Emma,” Master Tank said. “We’ve been waiting to share a sub between us for quite a few years now. You are exactly who we’ve been waiting for. You’re the perfect sub to fit between the three of us, and we aren’t about to let you go.”
Emma squirmed on Master Tank’s lap when Master Gary began to wash her breasts. Her nipples pebbled and her areolas tightened with need as he caressed the lightly abrasive sponge over her needy peaks.
“Hold still, sub,” Master Gary commanded, and again, to her surprise, she froze.
“How do you do this to me?” Emma didn’t even know she was going to voice that thought until she heard herself speak.
“You, my dear, little Emma, have a need to be controlled, and the fact that you trust us and are attracted to us lets you free yourself to obey our commands. We know you don’t know us very well, and we still need to get to know you, but if you give us the chance we can show you more pleasure than you’ve ever experienced in your life. We all want you, Emma.” Master Gary took a deep breath as he continued to wash her.
His hand was now between her thighs and inching its way up between her legs. She squeezed her knees together, halting his progress by trapping his hand and the sponge from going any higher.
Goose bumps formed on her skin, and her body felt like it was one big mass of need. Even in the warm bathwater, she could feel cream leaking out from her pussy. She ached to have his hands there, relieving the itch that had started when she first set eyes on the three men.
But she wasn’t the sort of woman to jump into a relationship just because she was attracted to someone. Worse, she no longer knew whether to trust her judgment. She had known Andrew Mitchell for four weeks, and look what had happened.
But Master Gary was right. She trusted them with her body. She was curious to know what the attentions of three men would feel like, and she yearned to feel their hands on her. But she wasn’t sure she trusted them with her heart. What if she jumped in with both feet only to get hurt?
She couldn’t give herself to a man—or men—physically and not get emotionally involved. When she gave herself to someone, she did so wholeheartedly. Could she take the chance of getting her heart broken? The pain of the physical abuse she had suffered at the hands of Mitchell would be nothing compared to that.
Physical injuries healed. A broken heart didn’t.
Chapter Six
We all want you, Emma. The words hung in the air like the steam from the bathwater. Gary kept his eyes on Emma, channeling patience as she processed what they’d told her. The yearning that passed over her face told him to spread her thighs on the spot, but in a matter of heartbeats her expression turned wary.
His heart sank. If Andrew Mitchell had broken her spirit, death was too good for him. Gary wanted to get to the caring, passionate woman hidden inside her. He wanted to bestow pleasure on her for a lifetime.
But if time was what she needed, as the trepidation on her face told him she did, he would take it one moment at a time. Pitching his voice low, he said, “Let us show you how good it can feel, Emma.”
Her mouth firmed and she nodded with sudden resolve. Her voice, however, was soft and hesitant. “I want you, too.”
Gary had never felt so proud of her. Although wounded, she was willing to fight. She’d stand up to them if she didn’t like what they wanted or demanded of her, and she’d fight her own fear. She was absolutely perfect for them. She tugged at his heart like no other woman ever had, and he suspected that no other woman ever would. Little Emma was unique, and they intended to show her just how special she was.
Starting right now.
Gary nodded to Tank, knowing his friend would pick up on what he was about to do. Tank shifted Emma around on his lap so that her back was pressed to Tank’s front and then he maneuvered closer to the side of the bath so that Gary could touch Emma without leaning over too far. She gripped Tank’s forearms as if they were a lifeline, and his heart ached for this sweet, vulnerable woman. Tank lifted her arms up above her head and looped them around his neck. “Clasp your hands together behind my neck, darlin’. If you move them away, you will rack up punishments. Don’t think we won’t deliver whatever discipline you have coming once you’re healed.”
Emma did as Tank told her, and Gary separated her knees so that her legs were splayed wide and her feet hung over the outside of Master Tank’s spread thighs. Gary washed Emma’s pussy, being sure to caress the sponge over her
little clit, but it wasn’t enough. He needed to be able see her pussy unhindered by the water. He quickly finished washing her sex and then cleaned her ass. Once done he rinsed the sponge and lobbed it onto the side of the tub.
“She’s clean. Let’s get our sweet little sub out and dried off.”
Jack had already snagged the clean towel that had been hanging on the rail, and when Tank handed Emma off to him, Gary once more lifted her arms above her head and clasped her wrists in one hand. Jack dried Emma quickly and Gary released her wrists and then picked her up, being careful not to touch the waterproof bandages on her back. He carried her into the bedroom and placed her in the middle of the bed with her ass on the end of the mattress. Jack was right behind him, and moments later Tank joined them after he’d dried off.
He couldn’t wait another minute. Gary had to have a taste of her now.
Kneeling on the floor, he pushed her thighs apart and lowered his head toward her pussy. The sweet, musky scent of her arousal assailed his nostrils, and he inhaled deeply, taking her delectable aroma in. He bent down and swiped his tongue from the top of her slit down to her dripping hole and a little farther until he reached her ass. Emma moaned and her hips tilted as if offering him easier access to her sexy body.
Gary intended to have her writhing and begging him to make her come by the time he’d finished with her.
He licked back up to her pussy hole, stiffened his tongue, and thrust in as far as he could reach. The sounds she made warmed his heart, but their little sub was a wriggler. He lifted his head and found that Tank and Jack were half lying on the bed, their knees on the floor, their chests on the mattress, and their attention on Emma. Tank was devouring her mouth as if he was about to eat her whole, and Jack pinched one nipple while sucking on the other one.
