Beauty Blooming [Bonding Camp 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (8 page)

Joe let his hand slide down over the curve of her bottom as she moved out of his grasp. “Is it really so bad that I’m helping you do things around the house?”

Rachel picked up the pace after checking her watch. It was already eleven, and lunch was in an hour. She cut through the dining room on her way to the kitchen. “I wasn’t sure Justice was joking at first,” she said, stopping at the table to smooth a wrinkle in the tablecloth. “The partners do want this to seem like a home away from home for everyone, but then again, we all have our jobs. The partners have a very strong work ethic, and they wouldn’t like it too much, I don’t think, if someone who is supposed to be a guest ends up doing my work for me.” The crisp white linen cloth that graced the dining table was now wrinkle-free.

“Well, I don’t feel like a guest here. I feel more like family,” Joe said, following her into the kitchen.

“I’m sure Justice would be pleased to hear that,” Rachel said, digging in the refrigerator for the ingredients to make bacon, lettuce and tomato sandwiches for lunch, along with assorted fresh vegetables and dip. She knew from experience when they had a long bonding camp session planned, it was best that they eat light. Even though the intimacy was pure pleasure on everyone’s part, it could get very physical. She’d heard about how much it could become like a workout when dealing with these men, and she had got a taste of it last night. Today was surely going to be quite a bit more strenuous.

Joe grasped her waist as she stood at the kitchen counter, slicing tomatoes. “I asked you if there was anything between you and Rodgers, but I never asked you if you had a thing with anyone else involved with the firm or bonding camp,” Joe said softly.

Rachel shook her head. “I like every one of the people I work with, if that’s what you’re asking.” She glanced over her shoulder at him.

He ran his fingers over her ribs. “You know I want to be your main man, don’t you?”

Rachel wiggled, his fingers tickling. “Stop it. Don’t you start that again.” She pulled away from him and moved to the microwave. Placing strips of bacon on her microwave bacon dish, she laughed. “Joe, seriously, I am taken by you. I was from the first time you touched me. So, yes, you are my main man here.”

“Good. Glad we got that settled.” He popped a slice of tomato in his mouth. “Mmm.”

Sliding the loaded dish into the microwave, she shut the door, set the timer, and turned it on. “Now let me ask you something,” she said, washing her hands before moving on to the lettuce and toast. “If you are determined to be the person I focus my attentions on, are you going to be able to handle the intimate sharing that’s involved here?” She ripped the lettuce, the sound crisp and crunchy.

“I thought I told you. I like this sharing, this bonding. It feels natural to me.”

Rachel stopped, her hands still for a moment. “Yes, you did tell me that. But how do you feel about
me
liking it?”

Joe moved closer. He cupped her cheek and looked deeply into her eyes. “I want to see you come to full flower in your sensuality right before my eyes.”

Lunch finished and everything cleaned up and put away, Rachel hurried to grab a quick shower.

The three men were drinking coffee and talking quietly in the living room when she passed through to go to her room. She didn’t fail to notice how their eyes followed her as she walked by. It was all she could manage to hide her smile.

Once she was in the shower, she quickly lathered her body with strawberry shower gel. Thinking about the three men in the living room—especially Joe—running their hot hands over her body while she was immobile, tied up in some way…

Rachel fought for control to keep from touching herself. The vision of all three men taking her at the same time caused lava to flow in her veins and her pussy muscles to flutter.

“Stop it,” she scolded herself then ducked her head under the spray of water. She didn’t want to bring herself to completion. She wanted six hands, three stiff cocks, and three wet tongues to do that for her.

Shutting the water off, she toweled herself dry then worked a comb through her hair. Instead of letting it air-dry over her shoulders or blow-drying it, Rachel decided to leave it wet and pull it back into a ponytail. Wrapping the elastic band around her mane, she pulled it tight, centering it high on the crown of her head. With a wry smile, she remembered how Joe had liked grasping her hair and holding her in place after their shower together last night. Having her hair pulled back this way might give him an idea that she would thoroughly enjoy.

Not bothering with any sort of clothes, Rachel pulled her silk floral robe from the closet and slipped it on over her nakedness. It billowed around her swirling around her ankles as she walked toward the door while tying the sash at her waist. She slipped on a pair of flip-flops then walked into the hall and headed for the front door.

As she crossed the compound toward the building that housed the bonding room, the smooth silk of her robe caressed her skin. The sensation was delicious. Rachel felt decadent and seductive. For the first time in her life, she felt like a powerful woman. Even in submission, there was power. If she wanted to be controlled, it wasn’t hard to entice a man to do just that.

Narrowing her eyes and tilting up her chin, Rachel loosened the tie at her waist and let her robe fall open. A breeze caught the hem of the robe just as she opened the door to the bonding room. The robe whipped up her back, floating around her shoulders and above her head like a huge pair of wings. Stopping just inside the door, she met their heated gazes one by one. Joe, Rodgers, and Justice stood naked in the center of the room, all eyes on her.

The robe settled down as the breeze left her. Rachel took a step toward them, closing the door behind her. The room was dimly lit, the three men obviously waiting for her next move.

* * * *

Joe was speechless. Rachel stood perfectly still just inside the door after coming in like a wicked angel dressed in flowers. Her hair was pulled back, her face aglow with what looked to him like pure health. But her eyes, they held a mysterious light.
What is she up to?
He couldn’t wait to find out.

Justice stepped forward. He gestured to Rachel. “Come join us.”

Joe watched her cross the room, her chin held high, her robe flowing back, her nakedness in clear view. He was amazed at her confidence. When he had first arrived here yesterday, she had seemed to be a bit reserved. Then she had trusted him enough to let him have his way with her in the kitchen. After that, it seemed she was blooming into a sensual being, ready for anything. The way she looked right now, the afternoon might be very interesting.

Rachel stopped in front of Justice, not bothering to try to cover her nakedness. She glanced at Joe then gave him a wink before looking back up at Justice. Joe felt a zing in his groin. She acted as if she was ready for anything, and he couldn’t wait to get his hands on her. If she was concerned about how he was going to take sharing her, she needn’t worry. He wanted to watch as another man took her and made her come. Just thinking about it gave him a hard-on. A sense of pride swept through him.
This woman will be mine. I’m going to make sure of it…

* * * *

Rachel was overflowing with the need to have these men take her. She’d never felt this confident in her sexuality. Now she knew what really tripped her trigger. Looking into the faces of the three men standing before her, she was calm inside, knowing she could put her full trust into them, and they wouldn’t hurt or abuse her. They were all about pleasure, and she couldn’t wait to get started.

“Are you ready?” Justice asked, stroking her cheek.

Rachel nodded. She stepped out of her flip-flops and slipped the robe from her shoulders, letting it fall in a pool of silk at her feet. “Ready.”

“Joe, since this is your bonding camp, too, I will defer to you,” Justice said, looking at Joe. “Where would you like Rachel to be?”

She looked at Joe, and her heart melted. A rush of feeling swept through her, and she knew what it was. It was love, plain and simple. She smiled and moved to stand in front of him, noting that he already had a nice, stiff cock pointing at her. “Tell me what you want,” she said, her voice just above a whisper.

He drew in a breath, his nostrils flaring. Looking her directly in the eye, he said, “I want you on your knees.”

“As you wish,” she said, shifting into the submissive role she’d found she enjoyed so immensely.

“Nice choice,” Justice said. “To save your knees, Rachel, why don’t you move over to the mat.” He gestured toward a cushioned mat in the center of the room.

Rachel nodded and walked to the mat. Turning to face them, she lowered herself to her knees, her legs slightly spread. She ran her tongue over her upper lip, waiting for instructions.

Joe’s gaze was heated as he moved toward her. His cock, fully engorged, bobbed as he walked. He stopped in front of her, looking down at her. She started to lean forward, parting her lips. Joe placed his hand on the top of her head, stopping her. “No,” he said, his voice firm.

Her body was vibrating, her need to begin this bonding increasing with every breath she took.

Joe stroked her head tenderly then moved behind her. She didn’t turn, her eyes on Justice and Rodgers, who had moved forward to watch.

“Bend over, Rachel. And spread your legs,” Joe said from behind her.

A shiver of pure anticipation ran through her. She locked gazes with Justice and bent over, placing her palms on the mat. She was now on her hands and knees with a man she loved behind her and two men she trusted in front of her. She felt Joe kneel down behind her, pushing her legs a bit farther apart. He ran his hands over the globes of her ass, his touch hot and tantalizing. She arched her back slightly, catching her bottom lip between her teeth. Her pussy creamed, ready and waiting.

Joe didn’t hesitate any longer. Without any preamble, he entered her pussy, driving his cock all the way to the hilt.

Rachel braced herself, her tummy clenching. Her eyelids lowered slightly, and she took a deep breath.

Joe’s fingers dug into her hips as he withdrew then thrust again. “Damn, woman, you feel so good,” he said. “I’ve been thinking about this since yesterday.”

Rachel sucked in a sharp breath when he grabbed her ponytail and pulled her head back. Her neck arched, her mouth open. The slight pull at her scalp kicked her excitement up a notch. She had liked the way he had held her by the hair last night. This was even better.

“Oh, God, yeah,” Joe said, slamming into her, holding her by the hair. “What a sweet, hot cunt you have. I don’t know how long I’m going to last.”

Heat coiled inside her, Joe fucking her hard and deep. Rachel kept her eyes on Justice, noticing how his breathing increased. She wondered what he was thinking while he watched Joe fuck her from behind like he was riding a wild horse bareback. She wished there was a mirror, so she could see. “Mmm,” she murmured, her pussy creaming wetly. The sound of Joe slapping against her when he dived into her pussy was driving her insane.

“Oh hell, I can’t take it,” Justice said, raking a hand through his hair. He moved forward, positioning himself in front of her face. “Joe?”

“Yeah. Do it,” Joe said, his voice tight. She felt him tug on her hair again. “Open, Rachel.”

She took a deep breath. Her body rocked forward with Joe’s next thrust and she took Justice’s cock into her mouth. His cock was warm and thick. She flicked her tongue beneath the head.

Justice groaned. He placed his hand on top of her head and thrust his hips forward.

Rachel was lost. Joe fucked her pussy, sending ripples of pleasure racing through her as he held her head back with her ponytail while Justice invaded her mouth with his cock. The rocking motion from Joe slamming against her sent her forward, shoving Justice’s cock deeper. She closed her eyes, sucking at him, running her tongue under and over the pulsing shaft.

“Oh man,” Justice said above her. “I don’t even have to move. Every time you dive in, Joe, she comes forward. Mmm, she’s going to swallow me whole.” He sucked in a hissing breath. “Shit, I’m coming.” He stiffened, holding her head between his hands as he shot his load into her throat.

Rachel’s world became nothing but sensation. Her pussy juices wet her thighs as Justice’s creamy cum trickled from the corner of her mouth. She swallowed, still sucking at his cock. Her breathing was labored, her face on fire with heat. Joe was pistoning into her now like a demon. The pressure was building, her orgasm racing toward her like a freight train.

Joe tensed and jerked her ponytail. “Holy shit—” He flooded her pussy with hot cum.

As soon as Joe pulled back hard on her hair, Justice slid out of her mouth and she groaned long and loud, the orgasm pulsing through her. Her cunt spasmed, her muscles clutching at the cock inside it, milking it. Her arms weakened with the force of it and she began to shake. She shoved back against Joe, wanting his cock even deeper. That little bit of pain caused by Joe yanking her hair had set her off. She panted, sweat slicking her body. Joe let go of her hair, and she dropped her head, breathing hard. Suddenly there was no one behind her. Joe had moved back and gotten to his feet.

Rachel rested her forehead on the mat, lowering herself down to lean on her elbows, her ass still in the air. She was completely heated inside, her blood pumping hard through her veins.