They seemed pleased with their choice. I still found that a little hard to swallow and finally decided it must be something about me that I wasn’t aware of that they found a turn on. The fact that I was older, I wondered? It wasn’t as if I was
that
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thought of dominating a woman who should’ve been mature enough and self-possessed enough to challenge them.
They weren’t getting much of a challenge, though, because I might be mature, but I wasn’t self-confident and even if I had been, my situation weakened my spine. Maybe if I hadn’t been doing it for my children I would’ve been willing to say to hell with the money. I thought that was likely. But for their sake, I was willing to do whatever it took.
Fortunately, and it was probably the only break I had ever had, so far it hadn’t been the horror I had expected. I was quaking, but not from fear and definitely not from revulsion.
I could’ve lied to myself, I supposed, and insisted that it was purely sacrifice, however willing, but it would’ve been a lie. Martyrdom hadn’t entered my head since I had arrived.
Anticipation more nearly described my feelings even though I was still unnerved by some of the things I thought they might expect of me. The dread that stirred in me from time to time was the fear that my ex would find out and use this ‘job’ against me and anxiety about my children in general. I was allowed to call them each evening to talk, and I dreaded that the most. I hadn’t really been away from them much, and they were clingy. The phone call was going to be an ordeal.
It turned out to be worse than I had expected. They were happy and excited at first, squabbling over the phone and both trying to talk to me at the same time about the kitten I had gotten for them to try to soften the blow of my absence. They commenced to whining and begging for me to come home, though, when it came time to hang up. It depressed me. I missed them, too, and I didn’t like to think about the fact that my mother was tucking them in for me at night when that had always been my job.
I discovered when I had hung up that Kaelen had come into the room. I didn’t know how long he had been standing there, but I doubted it had been more than a moment or two since he was standing in the doorway.
He gave me a searching look, but he didn’t comment, which might’ve meant I was right and he hadn’t overheard, and might also mean he just didn’t want to get into any discussion that was too personal.
“You’ll join us for dinner,” he said after a moment, moving across the room to the armoire. Opening it, he selected what he wanted me to wear and carried it to the bed.
“When I’ve bathed you, I’ll help you put these on,” he added almost absently, heading into the bathroom to adjust the water.
I stared at the empty doorway after he had disappeared, feeling blank. When he had bathed me? Maybe, I thought, I should have read up on submissives before I had come here? Not that I’d had any choice, but just as I had been in a constant state of arousal since my arrival, I had been in a constant state of confusion, and the surprises kept me off balance.
I didn’t suppose, after a moment, that it really mattered whether I had read up or not. This game was being played by his rules, and it
was
whatever he decided it was.
I still thought it should have been the other way around. That I should have been told to bathe and dress him, but, on the other hand, there was no denying who was in charge.
They were a fastidious lot—which I was certainly glad of—and I supposed since they were sharing me they wanted assurance that I was just as cleanly minded.
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Setting the phone on the bedside table, I got up and followed him into the bathroom. He helped me to undress, which was just as well, because I would have had a hard time getting out of the thing without help. To my relief and embarrassment, he had me bend over and removed the plug before he told me to get in.
I was still stinging with embarrassment when I settled and glanced at him.
My heart leapt into my throat when I did.
He was undressing, and that could only mean he planned to join me.
I tried not to stare, but I couldn’t prevent myself from sneaking a few peeks as he calmly removed his clothes. I had known he was a big man, and I had thought he was well built, but I hadn’t expected the finely honed body that emerged from the expensive tailored suit. It was patently obvious the man worked on his body. No way was all of those beautifully sculpted muscles au natural, though I didn’t doubt he had been blessed with great material to work from. The shape and proportions of his body were nature’s blessing, certainly. The wide shoulders and narrow hips, the long legs and big hands and perfect V from waist upward had been enhanced with rigorous workouts, but no amount of dieting, exercise, or even weight lifting could correct defects in proportions.
His cock was semi-hard when he mounted the steps and joined me in the tub. He settled behind me, pulling me between his thighs before he reached for the soap and washcloth. His touch was not impersonal. On the other hand, he also didn’t seem to being going out of his way to arouse me.
He did, for all that. I rather thought he would have if he had only stood and watched me. The man exuded pheromones that drove me up the wall. Shivers I had trouble hiding or combating went through me as he scrubbed my back and shoulders and arms. When he moved his attentions to my front, though, is when I began to get really breathless. He paid special attention to my breasts—because they were so dirty, I supposed wryly—struggling to ignore the effect it had on me as he stroked and plucked at my nipples until rivers of fire were flowing through me.
He skimmed his hands downward after a while. My belly shimmied as his hands skated over it and clenched as he moved them down to place them between my thighs.
“Bend your knees,” he said, his voice husky.
I gulped and pulled my legs up.
Slipping a hand behind my knees, he lifted my legs one at the time and moved them over his, settling my feet on either side of his thighs. He spread his legs then, pushing my feet sideways and spreading my thighs. Soaping the cloth again, he slid it down my belly and rubbed it along my cleft. He released the cloth after only a moment, though, and used his fingers, carefully tracing the area between my inner and outer lips and then right down the middle.
I sucked my breath in as he reached my opening and pushed one finger inside of me. Slowly, he sank his finger as deeply as he could reach and then just as slowly withdrew it. He pumped into me several times and finally withdrew his finger altogether.
At least, I had thought that was what he was doing. Instead, he traced further down my cleft and touched my rectum. “Relax,” he murmured near my ear and then promptly made that impossible by inserting his finger into that tight little bud.
I caught my breath and held it.
“Does that hurt you?” he asked, his voice rougher now.
I swallowed with an effort, thought about it a second, and finally shook my head.
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As he had before, he pumped his finger into me several times and finally withdrew it. “Turn around in the tub and face me.” I moved away from him and turned, wondering what was to come next. I didn’t have to wonder long. As I settled, I saw he had taken the shaving soap and razor. He scooted toward me, lifted one of my feet and placed it on his thigh with my knee bent.
When he had smoothed the foam over my leg from my ankle to the tops of my thighs, he rinsed his hands and shaved my leg, lifting and turning it as necessary to reach all the way around.
I noticed his gaze flicking to my pussy more than once, though I wasn’t certain if it was because he just liked looking at ‘his pretty pussy’ as he had said earlier or if it was because he suspected there had been some hair growth since that morning.
Apparently he did, because when he had finished shaving my legs, he made me stand up and sit on the edge of the tub. Spreading my legs, he examined me thoroughly with his fingers. I couldn’t believe there would be stubble so soon, but he soaped me and shaved me anyway.
When he had finished, he rinsed the razor, pulled the plug, and stood up. I stood up, as well, but I discovered we weren’t done. He twitched the shower curtains closed, turned on the shower, and shampooed my hair. His broad hands felt good against my scalp. I thought it might actually have soothed me except for the fact that I could feel his naked body brushing against mine or, more specifically, I could feel his cock brushing my ass as if sniffing out a nice warm hole to crawl into.
He seemed far more able to ignore his state of arousal than I was. Then again, he had gotten his cookie earlier, I thought irritably.
While I was rinsing my hair, he bathed, but absently. Most of his focus seemed to be on the water cascading over my body. He didn’t seem really aware of that, however, or to notice that my focus was on his body as he scrubbed soap over his chest and arms and then dragged it down his perfect six pack to wash his genitals. I dragged my gaze from his cock with an effort and moved away from the shower head to allow him to rinse.
He followed me out within a few moments, taking up a towel and drying himself as he left the bathroom.
He had forgotten the plug I realized. Feeling a surge of relief, I finished drying and followed him.
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He had wrapped the towel around his trim waist, I saw, somewhat disappointed, but that beautiful upper body was still mine to stare at, and I saw his back looked as good as his chest.
He turned to look at me as he heard my approach and pointed to the bed. “Sit there.”
A little surprised, I sat.
He picked up a bottle of lotion, filled his palms and smoothed the lotion over my legs. When he had finished, he told me to stand up and proceeded to lotion the rest of my body. It was almost relaxing. The massaging pressure of his hands did relieve some of my tension when he worked them over my arms and back, but somehow it had the opposite effect when he stroked them over my breasts and belly.
He left me to towel dry my hair when he had finished, and I heard the faucet as he washed the lotion from his hands.
He had the damned plug when he returned.
I glared at it with disfavor for a split second before I averted my gaze. Turning as I had before, I leaned over the mattress and presented my ass. He lubed the plug, spread my ass cheeks and shoved it home.
Swallowing against the discomfort, I straightened. He slipped a new bustier around my waist and fastened it. This one was a light aquamarine and more feminine looking that the leather one he had put on me earlier. It didn’t have cups either, and it didn’t have the shelf like top as the other one had had. This one merely ended just beneath my breasts allowing them more freedom of movement, I quickly discovered.
It was still uncomfortable, particularly since he cinched the waist in with drawstrings after he had fastened it.
The dreaded restraints came next. When he had adjusted them and tightened them until I winced, he caught my buttocks in his hands and pulled my hips forward.
Fastening his mouth over my exposed clit, he sucked the bud until my knees gave out, and I would have fallen if he hadn’t been holding me.
Steadying me, he stood up and finally released me.
Dazed, my mind a red haze of need, I watched him hungrily as he strode to the armoire again. He pulled something out that matched the bustier I was wearing in color.
It was a dress … of sorts. When he had helped me pull it over my head and adjusted it, I saw that the front was pretty much open from neck to hem. A broach had been sewn to the front, holding the edges together somewhere around my waist, which still left pretty much everything I had hanging out. The skirt, though, I thought, would cover my crotch, at least when I was standing still.
He handed me a pair of hose and watched me while I pulled them on and smoothed them. With a last order to leave my hair loose, he left me to comb and dry my hair and headed to his room to dress.
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I decided to take it upon myself to at least dab a little mascara on my lashes. Ordinarily, I would have put on a touch of blush, as well, but there seemed little point in that when my color fluctuated every few minutes anyway from the looks they gave me and the things they did.
Kaelen noticed. He met me in the hallway near the stairs. Detaining me, he tucked a finger beneath my chin and tipped my face up to inspect it. I met his gaze with a touch of trepidation but forgot everything as I did so. He had beautiful eyes. I would have killed for those long, thick, inky black lashes.
He swallowed audibly. “Acceptable,” he finally said, breaking the spell.
I tried not to take that badly, but I couldn’t help but wonder, again, why they had picked me of all the women that had applied. I began to think, though, that maybe I didn’t really want to know. I had a feeling it was something about me that had nothing to do with sex appeal—not the way I would have liked, anyway.
I hated to think it might have been the sheer desperation in my eyes, but I still thought that might have been it—that and the fact that my background screamed inexperience with the world of ‘kink’. Women married to one man for years had plenty of time to get used to being ‘ridden’ but they weren’t married long if they had the tendency to look for outside experiences—which generally meant they weren’t
‘adventuresome’.
Instead of guiding me toward the parlor, he led me across the mansion to the game room I had discovered earlier. It was more of a pool parlor, I supposed, since the pool table was the focus of the room. The others, Chance, Cameron, Dev, and Gareth, were gathered around the pool table. Cameron broke just as we came in. Chance, Dev, and Gareth, who had been staring intently at the table, waiting for the break, turned to watch as we came in.