Claimed by the Trillionaires (Menage for Mankind Book 5) (8 page)

Sarah looked at him, her blue eyes huge.  "I won't.  I promise."

Trystan climbed into bed beside her, holding her close.  She'd be good.  He was certain of it.

Chapter Eleven

Sarah woke the following morning alone in the big bed she shared with Trystan.  She knew he'd gone to work, so she needed to find a way to keep busy and keep her raging hormones under control.

She climbed from the bed, groaning loudly.  She could barely walk.  Lots of sex had felt good while she was doing it, but now she regretted her evening's activities.

She hobbled into the bathroom and commanded the tub as she'd seen Trystan do the day before.  In her community, they'd had knobs they turned to start the water in the tub, and this tub had them.  She'd used them the day before when she was unaware of the bathtub's design.  She liked this way better.

She sank into the water, finding a small jar on the side of the tub. It looked like a pink salt of some sort. "Sarah, add a little of this for sore muscles.  Just a tiny bit will make a difference.  Trystan."

She pinched a bit between her thumb and forefinger and dropped it into the water.  The bathroom was immediately infused with the scent of cherry.  She sighed and stepped into the tub, sinking deep into the water.  "Off water."

She pushed the button that had caused bubbled and day before and moaned with pleasure.  Between the salt and the jets, she was feeling better immediately. 

Brice found her there twenty minutes later.  She had her head resting against the wall behind the tub and her eyes were closed.  "You finally woke up."

Sarah opened one eye and looked at him.  "You guys exhausted me," she said, closing the eye again. 

Brice laughed softly.  "I'll go work some more and check on you in an hour.  Maybe by then you'll be ready for a little more play time."

Sarah groaned.  "This bath is magic, but maybe not that magic.  I need something to help my soreness."

Brice frowned.  "Do you want me to hire a massage therapist for you?  He'd be able to dig into your muscles and make you feel better."

Sarah looked over at him.  "Would that be all right?"

Brice nodded immediately.  "Absolutely.  We have someone coming to fit you for clothes at two, so I can schedule the massage for twelve-thirty?  Would that work for you?  If you do an hour massage, you'll be ready to be measured at two."

Sarah nodded gratefully.  "That sounds wonderful.  What time is it now?"  She was hungry, so she really wanted to be able to eat first.

"It's eleven.  I'll have Franklin start lunch for us, and then I'll call and make you an appointment." 

"Thank you," Sarah said gratefully.  Never in her life had anyone really seemed to care about how she was feeling or what she needed.  Brice made her feel special.

"I'll come and check on you at quarter 'til twelve.  Then we'll have enough time to eat before your massage."  He left the room, going off to make the phone call.  They'd already discussed the possibility of her needing a massage that day, so he was pleased not to be have to call the others.  They'd decided that as long as he stayed in the room during the massage, all would be well.

When they sat down to lunch, Sarah exclaimed delightedly over the meal, making Franklin blush.  "I hope it tastes as good as it smells, Miss Sarah," he said formally, stepping out of the kitchen to allow his employer to eat in private with his bride.

Sarah took a bite of the soup and moaned with pleasure.  "This is wonderful."

"It's shrimp chowder," Brice told her.  He knew she'd never had anything but what could be raised in her community, so he loved knowing she was getting to try new things.

"It's heaven in a bowl," she responded, spooning another bite to her mouth.  "Franklin is pure genius."

Brice smiled.  "He is.  That's why I hired him."

Sarah realized then that she had no idea what Brice did, other than make love to his wife, of course.  "What do you do for a living?" she asked.  The four men who had married her were all powerful men, yet they'd all had the same humble beginning.  A boys' home.  It still amazed her that they had no parents.  She smiled as a thought occurred to her.  She had four husbands and not a single mother-in-law.  Did life get better than this?

"I design starjets.  I designed the first one that could travel faster than the speed of light."  He didn't add that he was rolling in money from it, because she already knew that.  He wouldn't have been able to buy her at the auction otherwise.  He frowned.  He didn't like the idea that they owned her.  Yes, she was their wife, but they had a deed to her.  Wasn't that similar to slavery? 

"I've never even been on an airplane," she complained.  "The limo you guys brought me here in was my first experience in a flying vehicle of any sort.  And I don't remember much about the flight."

Brice grinned, his hand stroking her arm.  "I should hope not."

She sighed.  "I'm really sore today.  The bath helped, but not nearly enough."

"Didn't Trystan leave you a salt to put in the water?"  They'd discussed the best thing to help her with the aches and pains that came with being married to four men, and had decided the salt was their best bet.

"I used it.  It helped some, but I'm still sore."  She pouted.  "I hope this doesn't mean that we don't get to play later."

Brice laughed softly.  "So you're sore, and all you're worried about is whether or not you're going to get fucked?"

Sarah tilted her head to one side.  "Is there a problem with that?"

"I'm thrilled."  He leaned forward and put his lips close to her ear.  "I kind of like it myself."

Sarah laughed.  "I would hope so.  We do need to ensure the survival of the human race and all."

Brice raised one eyebrow at her.  "And that's the only reason you like to make love, right?"

She made a face.  "I honestly hope it takes a little while for me to get pregnant.  As much as I want a child, I've worked really hard on my degree for years.  I want to be able to finish.  Also?  I hear that you can't be as wild sexually when you're pregnant.  What fun would that be?"

He laughed.  "You're insatiable!  I like that about you."

She finished eating and stood to put her bowl in the sink, automatically running some water into it.  Brice frowned at her.  "Why'd you do that?"

"Do what?" she asked.  She had no idea what she'd done to bother him.

"You're not our maid.  You don't even have to clean up after yourself.  We have a chef for cleaning the kitchen, and the hotel has cleaning people.  You will never have to lift a finger again."

Sarah shook her head.  "I don't know.  Old habits die hard.  I have seven brothers, so I spent a lot of time doing dishes and cleaning up after them."

Brice stood, leaving his bowl right there on the table.  He put his arm around her and led her out of the kitchen.  "No more of that nonsense.  You're our queen."

"Some queen!  I only have a bathrobe to wear!" 

"We'll take care of that."  He guided her into the living room where a massage therapist was setting up a table.  "You must be Rudy," he said, stepping forward to shake the other man's hand.

Rudy stared at Sarah as if he'd never seen a woman before, and there was a good chance he hadn't.  Sarah understood that the few women who had been born from the pods and survived childhood looked and smelled different as well as being unable to bear children.  And they all looked old well before their time.

"I'll be staying in the room during the massage," Brice said, trying to force the other man's eyes on him.  "You'll leave the room while she disrobes and gets under the sheet."

"Oh, of course!" Rudy answered, not looking at Sarah any longer.  "Whatever you say, sir."  He hurried from the room while Sarah giggled softly.

"I think you scared him."

"I hope so!  Men should not be looking at my wife that way!"

Sarah walked to him and stood on tiptoe, kissing him softly.  "Don't worry.  I only have eyes for you...and Jaron, and Trystan, and Houston."

Brice shook his head.  "So many men.  What will you do with us all?"

"I'll show you later," she whispered before dropping her robe and climbing under the sheet on the table.  She put her face in the hole and waited for Rudy to come back into the room.  She was relieved Bride was staying.  She'd feel much safer with him in the room with her.

The next hour was both pleasure and pain for Sarah.  She enjoyed the massage, but when he worked on areas where she was particularly sore, she couldn't help but groan.

At the end of her massage, she dressed while Brice ushered the man out of the room.  She never got a chance to thank him, and felt a bit guilty about that, but she was certain Brice would make up for her lack of manners with money.

She had barely had a chance to sit down when a man with bright pink hair and a bright orange shirt with neon green pants rushed into the room.  "Is this your little bride?  Oh, she's exquisite!"

Sarah had a feeling the man would have been homosexual no matter how many women were left in the world.  "Can you make me some clothes?" she asked.

"Oh of course, I can, princess."  He motioned for her to stand, looking her up and down.  "I'm Stanley by the way."  He looked at Brice across the room.  "I'll be able to measure her better if she drops the robe.  Is that all right?"

Brice gave one curt nod, his arms folded across his chest. 

Sarah blushed.  No matter how many times the men had made it clear they were happy with how she looked, she was embarrassed to be naked in front of anyone.  She untied the belt on her robe and dropped it to the floor, closing her eyes to help her not be embarrassed.

"Oh, what a beautiful body!  So many women think they need to be skin and bones.  She'll be able to carry a baby nicely, won't she?"  She heard footstep come toward her and she opened her eyes.  "Hold your arms out to the side for me, beautiful.  I need to see what we have to work with here."

Sarah kept her gaze on Brice as Stanley measured her everywhere.  He measured her calves and thighs and even her wrists. 

Brice's eyes remained on Sarah, making certain the other man did nothing improper.  His cock swelled behind his pants, and he shifted his feet uncomfortably.  He saw Sarah's eyes drop to his crotch, and then her nipples hardened. 

Her eyes flew to his.  She wanted him.  She wanted to kick Stanley out of the room and go at it like rabbits.  She hadn't touched her schoolwork yet that day, but surely that could wait 'til after a short honeymoon.  Couldn't it?

Stanley put his tape measure down.  "You can put your robe back on," he told her.  He took a seat on the couch, while she sat in a chair.  "I don't have a book of sketches to choose from, because I don't have a lot of female clients.  Do you trust me?"

"I don't know you," Sarah answered promptly.  "I don't want to be immodest in my dress."

Brice stepped forward then.  "We want a combination of modest and immodest clothing.  Her husbands would of course like her to wear as little as possible around the house.  Lots of skimpy lingerie would be appreciated."  He winked at Sarah, and she blushed.  "Now, for trips out of the house, I think we'd all like to see her fully covered.  Not neck to ankles, of course, but not a ton of cleavage.  Keep the hemlines at the knee.  We don't want any crazies killing us for our gorgeous bride or kidnapping her."

Stanley made a note on his phone.  "Absolutely, sir.  Is there a choice of fabric you would prefer?"

Sarah nodded.  "I got to wear silk for my auction and I loved it.  If felt so good against my skin."

Stanley noted that.  "We'll make you many different things.  Maybe some shorts for staying in?  Comfortable clothing for when you're home alone?"

"That sounds good." 

The man finished his notes and stood.  "We'll have at least two outfits ready for you tomorrow and some lingerie.  Would that suit you?"

"Of course."  She wished he'd hurry, because she was ready to be alone with Brice.

"I'll be here around the same time tomorrow afternoon."  Stanley looked between Brice and Sarah, obviously noting the sexual tension.  His eyes went to the bulge at the front of Brice's pants, and he walked toward the door.  "I'll show myself out.  You two have fun." 

As soon as the door closed, Sarah flew to Brice.  She pulled his head down for a kiss, while pressing herself up against him.  "I need you," she whispered.

Brice laughed softly.  "I need you just as much."  He backed her toward the couch, pushing her down on it onto her back.  "This is going to have to do."  He unfastened his pants with his eyes on hers.

She untied the belt holding her robe together and spread it open for him, her legs spreading and her knees raising.  She raised her arms to him, welcoming him.

Brice dropped his pants to his ankles, but didn't bother removing his shirt.  He'd expected to spend half the day making love to his wife, and this was the first time they'd come together.  He needed it, and he needed it quickly.

He settled himself between her thighs and guided his cock to her entrance.  He let out a low groan as he pushed his cock into her.  "That's what I need."

Sarah wrapped her legs around his waist moaning in pleasure.  "I love how you feel inside me!"

He had only ever taken her fast and hard, but this time, he was determined to make love to her slow and leisurely.