“Would it be dirty of me to want all five of you in that bed with me tonight? All of you at the same time?”
We’ve only done this on a few occasions. The guys are respectful enough to realize that can’t possibly be an everyday event for me, and we usually stick to one or two men with me at a time. Sometimes three.
“Whatever Kelsey wants, Kelsey gets,” Ian says in a sexy voice. “That’s a party I know we’ll all enjoy.”
My men do seem to really get into those rare times. The more I think about it, the more I want to do it tonight.
I want all of them.
I want to be adored by my men.
I also want to be taken by them, repeatedly, in the King’s Bed.
It’s all I can think of as the six of us drink wine in front of the blackened fireplace. When the pasta is ready, Ella and another servant bring it to the table and onto our dishes, along with some of that fresh-baked bread. In almost no time, she’s prepared the most extraordinary Italian feast,
The pasta is incredible, just extra virgin olive oil, pecorino cheese and cracked black pepper. So sexy in its simplicity.
Of course, as I eat it, I can’t stop thinking of what will happen later.
Upstairs. In that huge, jaw-droppingly gorgeous bed.
Just as we finish the pasta, Ella returns with dessert.
“In anticipation of your return, I made your favorite this morning,” she tells Ian. “Panna cotta with chestnut-pear sauce.”
It’s absolutely delectable.
This food is making me even hornier than I already was. I can barely sit still, with a buzz that’s making my entire body thrum in anticipation of what’s to come. As we eat the amazing dessert, I notice that everyone seems to be in a great mood, all gathered in this kitchen with its ancient hearth, the stressful tour rapidly disappearing in the past.
“Time for another couple from your cellar,” Nick says, holding aloft an empty bottle. My mind immediately thinks of taking Ian down there for another scorching kiss. Or maybe Nick. Or Jason. Or… I laugh to myself when I realize there’s really no way I can lose out here.
“We should go easy,” Ian says.
The room goes silent and everyone looks at him. Apparently, his comment demands an explanation.
Ian says, “Ella, Maurice, we’ll no longer need you today. Feel free to take the rest of the day off.”
“Thank you, sir,” they say in unison.
“And stop calling me sir.”
“Of course, sir,” Ella says, laughing. They clear the dishes from the table, and she smiles at Brandon as she takes his plate. This time he smiles at her, and I feel that little twinge again. A moment later, she and Maurice leave the room.
Now that it’s just the six of us, Ian turns to the other men. “Kelsey has informed me that she would like to entertain the entire lot of us after dinner, on the King’s Bed in the main bedroom. I imagine she’d like us capable of performing, so don’t indulge yourself too much with wine.”
They all turn to look at me, a smile on every face.
“You little vixen!” Nick says.
“You want us all, do you?” Jason asks. “That’s rather ambitious. Fancy you’re up for it?”
“Oh, I’m up for it,” I reply in a tone that should leave no doubt.
“Think you can handle us, then? Five famous bad-boy rockers? You’ve got that kind of game?”
“I’ve handled all five of you before.” I add with a grin, “And If I recall, I wasn’t the first to quit last time.”
They all laugh. “She’s a cocky one, she is,” Zilla says in that thrillingly deep voice.
I give them a sexy smile. “It would be impossible not to be cocky, considering all the cock you guys have given me in the last few months. But tonight, I have a little fantasy I’d like to explore.”
“A fantasy?” Nick asks. “Let me guess. You’re the lady of the house trying in vain to resist the seductive moves of five handsome rakes?”
“No,” I reply, “It’s dirtier than that.”
Now they’re all riveted on me, hanging on my every word.
“I want to be your groupie tonight.”
Obviously not the reply they were expecting. Everyone looks confused, so I elaborate.
“I want to get really slutty and be gangbanged by a famous rock band.”
There’s a brief pause while my words sink in.
“Then prove it. Take off your clothes. Right here, right now.”
Everyone turns to the source of the demand. Brandon is near the end of the table, one eyebrow raised.
“Brilliant idea from the new guy,” Ian says, jokingly. “Give us a little preview of what we’ll see upstairs.”
Now they’re all looking at me, waiting. Maybe even expecting me to decline.
But really, why the hell would I say no? What could possibly be more exciting foreplay than to strip in this beautiful old room with the eyes of the men I love all glued to me in anticipation?
Besides, this is my little fantasy.
“I’ve warned you boys before that you should never dare me,’ I say.
I look toward the door, and Ian correctly reads my concern. “Don’t worry, they won’t be back.”
Everyone is waiting to see if I’ll actually do it, but nobody says a word. The tension gets me even more excited.
“I’ll need some music.”
Ian taps on his phone and there’s suddenly music coming from a Bluetooth sound system. At first it’s just a bass guitar riff, slow and sexy. Then the drums kick in, with some delicious blues guitar licks over it all. And because this is the home of a rock star, the speakers are loud and glorious, almost as if a band were actually playing there in the room.
“Who is this?” I love what I’m hearing.
Ian grins. “Me. Some ideas I’ve been toying with.”
“Damn, this is sexy,” I tell him as I start to move my hips to the music. It’s no fake compliment; this music is seriously erotic. In the background I hear keyboards adding depth under that amazing beat.
I have never danced for my men, but I suddenly love the idea. The nice buzz I have at the moment will certainly help.
Still in my yoga pants and T-shirt, I slip out of my shoes and move around the table, dancing next to each of the guys for a few seconds, rubbing my hips against them and draping my arms around their shoulders as my hands slide down their chests to their stomachs. Then I playfully muss their hair and move on to the next.
I do a slinky turn as I slowly work my T-shirt up, slowing down just before it passes my breasts. Then I work it over my head and toss it into Nick’s face. Oddly enough, nobody laughs. Their eyes are all riveted on me, and there’s nothing that makes a woman feel sexier than to have a bunch of gorgeous men unable to take their eyes off her.
I turn to the main door of the kitchen, putting my back to the table, then slip my hands into the sides of my pants and gradually work them downwards as I continue to move my hips to the sexy music. I lift my ankles one at a time and turn to throw the pants at Ian. As I do, I remember that smoking hot kiss we shared in the wine cellar and want some more of that.
Down to my bra and panties, I approach him and sit in his lap, taking his face in my hands and bringing my mouth to his for an encore. When I’m done with Ian, I move to my left, where Zilla is sitting, and do the same with him.
I work my way around the table, stopping after I kiss Brandon to look toward the kitchen door again. At this point, I have no choice but to assume Ian knows his staff, and that I have the privacy I need to continue. I unclasp my bra and throw it across the table at Zilla, who catches it with a dirty wink.
Then I move on to Nick, and of course I feel his hands on my tits the moment I kiss him. He has just the right touch, always surprising for someone as energetic and crazy as Nick can be, and by the time I climb out of his lap the heat between my legs is getting intense.
Jason is last, and I give him just a little peck on the cheek. When he tries to g
et a more substantial kiss from me, I shake my head and turn my back to him, then, moving my hips suggestively, I slowly lower my butt onto his lap. Almost as if choreographed, a slide guitar solo oozes into the song and I begin to grind on Jason. In no time, I can feel his hard cock against my ass, and I continue to tease him for a while. Then I stand and turn, pulling his head to me and rubbing my breasts against his face before shoving him back into his chair.
Now the guys are really getting into the spirit, shouting and encouraging me. I take one step up onto the seat of an empty chair, then climb up on the big wooden slab of a table. I dance around as wine glasses are quickly moved to clear a path. The song has reached a crescendo and I work my panties down over my slowly rotating hips, bending over as I lift my feet out.
To the surprise of everyone, I throw those panties directly into the fireplace.
I won’t be needing them again.
Totally naked, I revel in the attention. Hands reach out to stroke my feet and my lower legs as I move around the table, making sure everyone gets a good view. When I get to Brandon, I drop down, sitting on my heels. Then I spread my legs apart at an angle where he gets a private little show.
Brandon looks like he’s about to die, maybe of embarrassment or maybe of excitement. I stand and continue my little dance as the music begins to fade. I’ve had my back to the main kitchen door for a while as I slinked around on the table, and now as I slowly spin around to conclude the impromptu strip tease, something catches my eye.
It’s Jordan, standing in the doorway and staring right at me with a lascivious grin.
On either side of him are two skanky-looking women, both with big smiles.
“Fuck!” I say as I scramble down off the table.
“Looks like we got here just in time,” Jordan says over the fading music. All of my men turn in unison before bolting to their feet. Meanwhile, I’m frantically looking for my clothes. Brandon steps in front of me, shielding my naked form as my clothing is hurriedly passed to me.
“What the bloody hell!” Ian shouts. He’s at the door a second later. “How did you get in?”
“Front door was open,” Jordan says, still looking in my direction as I rush to get dressed. “We knocked anyway, but nobody answered. Now we know why.”
Zilla moves to Ian’s side. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Didn’t Griff tell you I was coming? We’ve got an album to record!”
6
“Let’s go in here and talk,” Ian tells Jordan, gesturing toward the great room.
Jordan takes one last look as I slip into my shirt, then he and his girls leave the kitchen. Brandon had blocked his view as much as possible, bless his heart. Besides, he’d been watching for who knows how long while I was dancing, so he’d already seen everything.
Jason looks at me sympathetically. “You okay, love?”
I nod, still rattled by what happened. In a split second, I’d gone from crazy horny and dirty-minded to feeling violated.
Jason marches out of the kitchen, followed by Zilla. Brandon and Nick stay behind.
“Want to stay here?” Brandon asks.
“Yeah, I really don’t want to go out there.”
He says to Nick, “You should see what’s what. I’ll stay here with Kelsey. It would be awkward for me to get in the middle of all this.”
“Sure,” Nick replies, then pats Brandon on the shoulder. “But brother, you are in the middle of it. You’re one of us now. Jordan had his chance and blew it.”
When Nick leaves, Brandon quickly runs down to the cellar and returns with another bottle of wine. He pours us both a glass.
“You know,” Brandon says with a wry smile, “for a musician, Jordan’s timing is terrible.” I laugh softly. He leans forward in his chair and kisses me on the cheek, whispering, “That dance was amazing. You’re really something.”
Then he gives me a huge hug. I melt into his body, hoping to chase away the weirdness of the last few minutes. It works to some extent, as I lean my head on his shoulder, feeling his strong hands on my back.
Just as we break, the door opens and Ian steps in.
“Why don’t you guys join us in the great room—we need to talk.”
He must see the sudden concern on my face, because he adds, “Don’t worry, the three of them are gone.”
Brandon and I walk into the great room’s main seating area, where the others are scattered about on two couches and several antique chairs.
Zilla stands as we approach, wrapping his arms around me for a bear hug. He’s so tall my head nestles under his chin, my face against his rock-hard upper chest.
Once we’re seated, Ian says, “Sorry about that, Kelsey. Totally my fault. I should have known he’d just walk right in without calling first.”
Confused, I look at Brandon. The look on his face tells me he shares my concern.
“Wait, you knew he was coming?”
Ian is quick to respond. “That’s what Griff was talking to us about earlier. We didn’t want to tell everyone until tomorrow morning, so we could all have a great time our first night together at Wolfshire.”
Now Zilla and Nick are equally bothered. “What the bloody hell is going on?” Zilla demands.
Jason stands. “Look, here’s the deal: Back in New York, Griff let Jordan know that we consider Brandon a permanent member of Harem now, and that he would no longer be a part of the band going forward. This was a decision the four of us made halfway through the tour. Considering everything that’s happened, Brandon is a much better fit.”
Ian looks at Brandon and says, “None of us want you to leave, mate. This relationship works on every level.” He smiles in my direction.
“So why the fuck is he here, then?” Nick asks.
Ian runs his fingers through thick hair, his dark brown eyes fiery with anger.
“Because that wanker got his lawyers involved. He’s threatened to sue us.”
“Fuck him, then,” Zilla says. “He won’t win.”
“That’s the problem,” Jason replies. “This shit is complicated. It can’t be sorted out overnight. Griff doesn’t want us to do anything that might fuck it up, because this is going to get messy enough as it is. And Crisis is really pushing to get the new record out. They want to take advantage of the hot streak started by Little Miracle being number one.”
Ian picks up the story. “Look, we’ve been in this business long enough to know that Crisis is right. We absolutely have to strike while the iron is hot. Which means we don’t have the luxury of dealing with Jordan beforehand. So for legal reasons, Jordan needs to be involved, and that’s that. Griff is as pissed off about it as we are.”
Zilla is livid. “He can watch, but we shouldn’t let him be a part of the process. He’s not a member of Harem anymore.”
“I agree,” Nick says. “He nearly ruined Harem. We owe him fucking nothing.”
Jason pumps his hands, palms down, to calm everyone. “Griff says we need to throw him a bone now and then to keep him from suing before this record is done. So we’ll let him play on a few songs, small parts that we can bury in the mix later. But we won’t use any of his songwriting ideas, so he’ll get no royalties later.”
I hate this sudden turn of events. My wonderful time at Wolfshire will be spoiled if I have to face that sketchy asshole every day. I can’t imagine sharing meals with him, or all of us hanging out in this beautiful room every night. I wish they could just tell him flat out that he’s no longer welcome around them.
Ian tries his best to make sure everyone is on the same page. “We sent him to the guest house with his women, and told him to send them home first thing in the morning. We just have to focus and not let him distract us from our goal of making a brilliant record.”
Jason adds, “And Griff will talk to our legal team about permanently replacing Jordan with Brandon. Hopefully it’ll be done by the time we’re done recording, and we won’t have to deal with him anymore.”
There’s a
brief silence, then Nick says, “Bloody hell, man. He used to be such a great guy. This has all gone to shit now.”
“He says he’s clean now,” Ian says. “But who knows what that means in the world Jordan lives in these days.”
Everyone looks miserable, and probably me most of all. Brandon drapes an arm around my shoulders and pulls me in tightly. The other four men have known each other for years. Brandon and I showed up less than four months ago, right after the shit hit the fan with Jordan.
“We’ll just have to make it work, then,” Brandon says. “I appreciate the vote of confidence, guys.”
Nick says somberly, “If I may, I have something that needs to be said before we go any further.” Then a little grin creeps across his face. “I have seen more nude dancers than I care to admit, but never in my life have I witnessed a performance like Kelsey’s tonight. Goddamn Jordan to hell for ruining such a lovely moment.”
The rest of the guys smile as they all speak up in agreement.
I bashfully thank them, but they all realize that my little fantasy will have to wait for some other night.
* * *
With Jordan banished to the guest house, we drink some more wine as we discuss what’s to come in the next few weeks. The guys warn me that recording can a tedious process. I know that if Jordan is going to be around, that will just make it worse.
Eventually the wine and the jet lag seem to hit all of us at once. When the topic of who sleeps where comes up, I tell them that I’d really prefer my own bed tonight. They’re all fine with that, since nobody is expecting anything physical from me after what happened earlier.
Ian says our luggage has already been brought to our individual bedrooms upstairs.
“Nobody will sleep in the King’s Bed. It will remain empty until Kelsey decides she wants to have some fun in it.”
I nod in agreement. That giant bed would have been too scary for me to sleep alone in anyway.
We all head upstairs, where Ian has assigned each of us a different bedroom. With thirteen of them between the second and third floors, there are more than enough.
My bedroom is known as the Rose Room, and the décor is all rose-themed. It’s very tastefully done, with a large bed and my own en suite bathroom. I kiss all my men goodnight, then close the door behind me and grab some panties and a clean T out of my suitcase.
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