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She gave him her naughtiest grin. “Maybe you should fuck me right now?”

It obviously pained him to shake his head, saying no with that movement. “You have to wait for your reward, and you know it.”

A teasing pout started to form on her lips when he slid his hand in front of her and slipped his fingers into her wet folds. Elsie gasped and grabbed onto his biceps to hold herself steady as he rubbed her clit, raising her need so powerfully that she was ready to climax already. She knew he wouldn’t let her, so she kept it to herself and just squirmed against his hand.

He finally drew his fingers from her folds and brought them beneath her nose so that she could smell her own musk. The sparks went crazy in her belly again and more moisture flooded her pussy when he slipped his two fingers into his mouth and sucked.

The mere act made her knees weak as she imagined him going down on her again.

With a smile of pure satisfaction, he leaned down and kissed her, and she tasted herself on his tongue. He palmed her bare ass again. “We’d better go before I throw you across your kitchen table and fuck you right here, right now.”

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John’s gut tightened when they reached Aaron’s place. The closer he came to the time to share Elsie, the more he felt like resisting. Strange. He glanced at her and she seemed a little rigid as she sat against the butter-soft leather seat of his Jag. She was so Goddamn beautiful, it was like a punch to his solar plexus to look at her.

The way she’d swept her hair up exposed her delicate neck, making him want to explore it with his mouth and fingertips. Her makeup was applied just enough to accent her high cheekbones, and her full lips were a glossy deep red, begging to be kissed.

Aaron had an expansive home in the Foothills and a hefty bank account from his talent for stock trading. He’d ridden the last wave to its peak and bailed before the market had crashed. John managed to pull out before it was too late, but not quite as soon as Aaron had. The man had enough cash to have the most “interesting” parties.

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John parked the Jag off to the side of the wide, circular driveway, behind a row of other vehicles. Most were luxury cars, as the guests ran in the same circle as Aaron and John. What happened in Aaron’s home stayed in Aaron’s home. No one who participated in these particular get-togethers had any intention of sharing their activities with anyone outside their circle.

John walked around the front of his Jag to the passenger side of the vehicle, opened the door and helped Elsie step from the car. It took all his restraint not to pin her against the car and fuck her on the hood, voyeurs be damned. Considering she was wearing no underwear beneath that sexy little dress, all he’d have to do would be unzip his jeans, pull out his cock, throw her on the hood while pushing up her dress and drive into her core.

He shook the images off, took Elsie’s hand and headed across the cobblestone driveway to Aaron’s home.

Elsie held her free hand to her belly and gripped John’s hand tight as they walked into the foyer of a gorgeous home that looked as if it had come right out of the pages of a magazine. A chandelier glittered overhead and in front of her spread a luxurious room with a sweeping staircase, oil paintings gracing the walls and fine works of art arranged throughout the room.

People mingled, sipping glasses of wine and eating tiny sandwiches, crackers with pâté, cheeses of all varieties, fruit and elegant miniature desserts. John introduced her around and some men kissed the back of her hand where others simply shook it.

Laughter and chatter whirled around her and the room smelled of perfumes, cologne and food.

It was like no kind of bondage party she’d ever been to, especially with the way these people were dressed. They looked like they were simply at an upscale social event with lots of sequins, diamonds and other jewels. But there were subtle differences. Such as women wearing extremely short dresses that barely covered their asses, incredibly 35

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plunging necklines and obviously no bras as many of the women’s nipples were large, hard and obvious. Beneath some dresses she could tell they had on nipple rings from the soft outline of the material. She wondered what else these people might be wearing under their clothing.

Another clue was that a number of women wore collars, but so were some of the men. Most of the men wore jeans or nice slacks or black leather. There were no obvious piercings or other signs that these people were involved in the fetish world.

The home was two stories, and she noticed men and women coming from upstairs looking a bit rumpled and walking a little funny, as if they’d just been paddled.

Thoughts of what might be going on up there made her wetter between the thighs.

Maybe she should have worn underwear.

John guided her through the crowd, his hand at the small of her back. His touch felt warm and sizzled through her. She found it difficult to believe she’d just met the man yesterday and had sex with him!

“My brother Craig and his fiancée Jessica,” John said, bringing her back to reality as he introduced her to a man about John’s age, and a woman who looked like she couldn’t be
that
far out of high school. Maybe a couple of years into college at the most.

She was gorgeous with long dark hair and brilliant green eyes. Jessica had a smile as brilliant as her eyes—it was no wonder Craig had fallen for the beauty.

As they walked away, John told her that Craig was a college professor—and Jessica had been one of his students. Elsie grinned and shook her head, wondering how
they
had gotten together.

After she’d met his brother Craig, John introduced her to another brother, Dave, who happened to be a police officer. He was newly married to the blonde, blue-eyed woman with him, whose name was Erin. She was friendly and outgoing, and Elsie liked her immediately.

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was concerned, John was more handsome, but this guy wasn’t bad at all. He had wavy blond hair that reached his shoulders and coffee-brown eyes. His body was sculpted, absolute perfection.

“My brother Drew,” John said as the man reached out and took her hand. “He’s a professional personal trainer.”

No wonder he had the body of a god.

Elsie tilted her head up to look at John and smiled. “Just how many brothers
do
you have?”

“You’ve now met them all. Drew’s the only one who’s not married or engaged.”

John took her hands in his. “And you’re going to get to know Drew better than any of them.”

Elsie’s eyes widened. “Wha—”

John silenced her with a swift kiss then murmured against her lips, “I promised to make your fantasy come true.”

She could so easily lose herself in his kisses, but her mind was whirling. Was John really going to—to share her with his brother?

When he raised his head, Elsie’s lips parted to say something when Drew took her by the waist, brought her around to face him. And took her mouth in an absolutely scorching kiss.

Oh. My. God.

The man knew how to kiss, and as he pressed his body against hers, she felt his erection press hard against her. She pulled away, gasping for breath, and he winked.

Her heart pounded so hard her chest ached as John took her hand and led her toward the sweeping staircase. Drew walked on her other side and her belly twisted as the three of them made their way to the second floor. Her knees were shaking now, enough that she wondered how she was even walking.

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At the top of the stairs on the landing, John grinned and grasped the hand of another great-looking man. “Elsie, this is Aaron, the owner of this magnificent playground.”

Aaron was even taller than the Bennett brothers who stood a good six-two or so.

Aaron must have been six-six, had eyes as gray as clouds before a storm, and the build of a professional basketball player, lean and powerful. He took her hand, and instead of kissing her knuckles, he turned her palm up and kissed the inside of her wrist. He darted his tongue out against her skin and she shivered.

When he released her, she was trembling from the sexual tension the three men exuded as they surrounded her. She looked up at John who now had a stormy look in his blue eyes as he looked from Drew to Aaron and back to her.

“Why don’t I show you to my favorite room?” Aaron asked with a sinfully delicious smile.

Oh shit.

John wrapped his arm possessively around her shoulders as they walked down a long hallway, but Drew cupped her ass in one hand and she knew John couldn’t see his brother more than copping a feel.

Elsie had been to plenty of bondage parties where things were more open. She’d never had sex in front of anyone, had never allowed her Dom to do any more than flog her in front of a group of people. Being spanked in front of a crowd had always turned her on and her sex with Terry had been absolutely incredible once they’d left.

Here the doors were closed and everything was private. She could still hear orders being shouted, cries of ecstasy as well as screams, but all the sounds were muted. As they walked down the corridor, they passed several people who looked sated and well-fucked.

Her mind was now spinning out of control as the four of them rounded a corner and entered a beautiful room that was all rich burgundies and cream.

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Elsie jumped when Aaron shut the door behind them and she heard the click of the lock. She backed away from John and looked at the three powerful men who had feral looks in their eyes…and she felt like their prey.

She swallowed and looked at John who took her in his arms and kissed her forehead. “Is this what you want, sweetheart?”

From the tingling between her thighs to the carnal thoughts flowing through her mind, her body was more than ready. But she wasn’t so sure her mind was. She’d had anal sex before but had never been with more than one man at a time. And three?

Three very gorgeous, hunk-a-licious men.

The opportunity of a lifetime.

“We’ll take it slow, Elsie.” John rubbed his palms up and down her shoulders. “Any time you want us to stop, you can say your safe word and you and I will go back to your apartment.”

She met his clear blue eyes and hesitated before she slowly nodded. “Computer,”

she said. “My safe word is computer.”

John kissed her like he’d never get enough of her. At the same time she felt one man’s strong hands undoing the ties to her halter top while the other man palmed her ass and squeezed her globes.

“Damn, she has a great ass,” came Drew’s voice from behind her, and she knew it had to be him kneading the cheeks.

“Fucking gorgeous,” Aaron murmured as the ties fell away and he took her by the waist and started trailing his lips along her nape to her spine.

John continued to kiss her, his chest pressed to her breasts, keeping the halter top from falling down just yet.

Her body was on fire, her mind whirling and whirling. She was lost in a storm of emotions, touch, taste, and sound. The whole of it nearly overwhelmed her.

Computer! Computer! Computer!

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No… No, no, no!

She
wanted
this, and John was gifting it to her.

His mouth was hungry as were the hands and mouths of the men touching her from behind.

Drew kissed her on the opposite shoulder than where Aaron was teasing her with his lips and tongue.

Her skirt was raised up and over her ass and Drew said in a rough voice, “Holy shit. She’s not wearing anything under this dress.”

“Not a fucking thing but those stockings and heels,” John murmured against her lips. He pulled away from her and let the front of the halter dress fall to her waist.

Heat rushed through her at the feel of six male hands on her body, exploring, worshipping her.

“Nice and pink. Good work, bro.” Drew spread her ass cheeks wide. “I can’t wait to fuck you in the ass, baby.”

Tingles prickled her skin at Drew’s statement then she made a strangled sound of surprise when Aaron slid one of his hands around her thigh, through the trimmed curls of her mound and into her slick wetness.

“Damn, she’s wet,” he said as he stroked her clit.

John palmed her full breasts and pulled and pinched her nipples
hard
, causing her to moan even louder than she already was.

Someone tugged on her dress and it whispered down to land around her heels.

“Perfect.” Aaron nuzzled her ear as he continued to stroke her clit. “She’s so damn perfect.”

John’s mouth took place of one of his hands, the warmth and wetness adding to the fury of sensations raging through her body. He continued to pinch and pull the other nipple while his free hand glided down her belly and between her thighs where he shoved two fingers into her core and began slamming his knuckles against her folds.

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“Oh…
God
.” Elsie couldn’t say anything more as the men took total control of her body.

She grasped her hands in John’s hair as he suckled her other nipple and continued to pump his fingers in and out of her pussy.

Aaron withdrew from her folds and clasped her face in both hands, turning her head slightly so that she was looking to the side and she was looking into his slate gray eyes. He gave a groan before he kissed her hard, savaging her mouth with his. He tasted different than Drew and John—all three men had their own unique masculine flavor. And she could almost tell them apart by the feel of their hands.

Drew slowed the exploration of her body as Aaron kissed her. Drew’s lips slowly moved up her body as he pressed them against the back of her knee, slid along her thigh, and then he bit her ass cheek, hard.

Elsie cried out into Aaron’s mouth, but he swallowed the cry and only kissed her harder.