by Jenika Snow
Chapter Six
Lalita sat back and watched as Dorian filled the bathtub with water. A generous portion of bubble bath had been applied and threatened to spill over the side.
“I’ll leave you to soak. Don’t take too long because I’m sure you’ll have visitors.”
Dorian left the bathroom and shut the door behind him with a soft click. Lalita was confused by his statement. She honestly didn’t think her pussy could handle any more sex right now, but per the contract, she wasn’t supposed to deny any of them.
Blowing out a deep breath, she slipped into the tub and sighed out in bliss. The hot, bubbly water instantly soothed her sore muscles and tender pussy. Bottles with foreign labels lined the edge of the tub, and Lalita grabbed one and popped the lid. The scent of jasmine and honey filled the room. She washed her hair and the rest of her body with the heavenly scented soap. When she was as clean as she was going to get, she slipped further into the tub and rested her head on the back of it.
The feeling of being weightless further relaxed her, and she smiled, wishing this moment would never end. She had no qualms about pleasing the six men, but they were insatiable, and she was no spring chicken. She certainly wasn’t going to ask them to go easy on her and risk them getting ideas in their heads.
With her eyes closed and her mind drifting, Lalita let her arms float beside her and the bubbles coast over her breasts. She could stay in the warm water forever, just letting all the troubles of her life wash away and go down the drain.
She opened her eyes sometime later, the water now lukewarm and her skin pruned. Goose bumps popped out along her skin when she got out of the tub and wrapped a towel around her body. Lalita looked at herself in the mirror. There were dark circles around her eyes, and her hair was a mess. The bath had relaxed her initially, but now she felt sore and exhausted. What she needed was to get a good night’s rest.
A squeak of surprise left her when she opened the bathroom door and saw Zakary standing on the other side, with a grin on his face.
Taking her hand, he led her out of the bathroom and back into her room. She expected to see the rest of the men lying in wait for her, but the room was empty.
“Tonight is my night.”
“Your night?”
Zakary’s smile widened, and he sat on the bed. “Not scared are you?”
This teasing note from him seemed strange. True, she didn’t know him at all, but from her first impression of him, he had seemed more standoffish. Now, though, Zakary had a devilish grin on his face and eyed her body like it was a piece of candy and he was a kid going through sugar withdrawal.
Whether he wanted her to actually answer him was a mystery to her because when she didn’t utter a word, he leaned back on the bed, propped his hands behind his head, and told her exactly what he wanted from her.
“Drop the towel, turn around, and grab your ankles.”
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
Lalita didn’t move right away, but when she saw his mischievous grin start to turn into a frown, she quickly jumped into action. When her hands were wrapped around her ankles, she closed her eyes and willed herself to calm down. She was still sore from her earlier romp with Dorian and Aleck.
“Spread your thighs wider. I want to see my pussy.”
The way he emphasized “my pussy” startled her. It was like that particular anatomy was a piece of property, his property.
The sound of the bed squeaking as Zakary got off of it had Lalita’s heart thumping madly. For several long moments nothing was said. She could feel his body heat directly behind her, knew that he was staring right at her vagina, and wondered if he liked what he saw. The position she held was starting to become increasingly uncomfortable, but before she could utter a complaint, a hot, wet mouth suctioned between her thighs.
A small cry left her lips as Zakary spread her labia apart and licked at her center. He was ruthless and demanding, never relenting as he shoved his tongue deep into her pussy.
“I’m not going to make you suffer, sweetling. You’ll find me much more giving than Dorian.”
His words were lost on her. She was far too gone from the feeling of his mouth moving over her vagina, of his tongue stroking not only her pussy hole but also her clit. The soreness started to dissipate as ecstasy took its place.
Zakary unlatched his mouth from her and covered her back with his chest. “Tell me you want my cock shoved so far up your cunt you can’t even see straight.”
She swallowed when his shaft pressed against her wet folds. She hadn’t heard him remove his clothes, but he was certainly nude, if all that warm, hard flesh was anything to go by. He ran his hands over her belly and up to cup her breasts.
“I want your cock so far up me I can’t see straight.”
“That’s what I wanted to hear.” He all but purred the words against her flesh before he licked a path over the back of her neck and bit the side of her throat. Not letting his hold on her loosen, he walked them backward. He was skilled as he moved them in sync and tweaked her nipples all at the same time. When he stopped, he spun her around and placed his hand in the middle of her back.
“Grip the sheets, Lalita. You’re going to need to hold on for what I’m about to do.”
His words were like lava straight to every erogenous zone on her body. He was so demanding that she didn’t even dare disobey. When she had a fistful of sheets between her hands, she felt him nudge her legs apart wider. He ran his finger up and down her cleft slowly at first and then picked up speed. Maybe the hot bath had loosened her up more than she had realized and that was why she was ready for another go-round?
His hot breath wafted right by her ear a second before he whispered, “Soon I’m going to fuck this tight little ass of yours.” She bit her lip when his finger ran across her anus. “Not tonight, though. Tonight I’m going to have you coming all over my cock.”
He pressed her on the bed firmer with his hand on her back. She could feel him run his erection up and down her slit, lubing himself up for when he impaled her. Without any more talk, Zakary pressed the tip of his shaft at her pussy and thrust forward so hard that she slid up the bed.
Breath literally knocked out of her, Lalita could do nothing else but hold on tight as Zakary fucked her so hard and fast everything was a blur.
“Come for me, Lalita.”
As if his words were an aphrodisiac, a fierce orgasm started at her toes and made its way up her spine. Like a firecracker, it exploded out of her so harshly that she couldn’t contain the loud cry of pleasure that came from her.
“That’s it. Make my cock all slick with your juices.” He thrust harder and faster in her. The sound of wet, sloppy sex rang throughout the room. It somehow made the act dirty yet tantalizing all in the same breath.
His hands landed on her ass cheeks so hard that she immediately felt the blood rush to the surface. Over and over he slapped her ass, growling obscenities and panting heavily. He gripped the now-tender mounds and pulled them apart until she felt the air brush across her puckered rear hole.
Before Zakary got off he pulled out of her, flipped her onto her back, and speared his dick back into her once again. He felt different from Dorian and Aleck, not as long or thick, but still with an impressive girth that left her dazed. “Hold onto the headboard and don’t let go.” Deep, dominating words held no argument.
When she reached back but only touched air, he gripped her hips and pushed her up the bed without taking his cock out of her. The wrought iron bars chilled her hands when she finally curled her fingers around them, but it was a welcome sensation on her overheated flesh.
“You feel so fucking good. So tight, hot, and wet.”
Oh yes, it certainly felt good.
“Whose cock is making this pussy all creamy?”
The dirty talk was definitely something new to her. With Brad it had been pretty vanilla sex, but she admitted that hearing what Zakary had to say drove her arousal so high she didn’t think it would ever come ba
ck down.
“Your cock is making me all wet.”
“That’s fucking right, baby.” Sweat dripped down his chest, and she had the urge to trace her tongue along the path. “So. Fucking. Good.” He slammed into her once more before stilling and letting out a feral groan.
Never once did he take his eyes off of her, and she felt every tremor of his cock when it jerked inside of her as he emptied his cum into her body. Although she had come just moments before, her pussy still quivered with tiny pleasure-filled aftershocks. As if he had no more strength left, Zakary collapsed on top of her. His weight was stupendous, and she gasped for air. Thankfully he sensed her distress and rolled off of her.
Cramps settled into her arms from hanging onto the headboard. When she turned to look at him, she noticed he watched her.
“I’m sorry, sweetling.” She was confused as to what he was talking about until he lifted his hands above her head and pried her fingers off the poles. “I shouldn’t have made you hold on so long. Your poor fingers are probably sore.” He rubbed the kinks out of her fingers and arms.
“I’m okay, more than okay, really.” It seemed like the right thing to say at the moment.
Zakary held a purely satisfied male grin on his lips. “You sure know how to make a guy feel good.” Arms stretched above his head, Lalita couldn’t help but admire his physique. “Well, it’s been fun, but I’ll let you get some sleep.”
He was off the bed and dressed so quickly all she could do was stare at him in shock. When he had said it was his night, she had assumed he would be spending the entire night with her. Apparently their versions were vastly different. She shouldn’t complain, though. A good night’s sleep alone would do her mind and body good.
He left her alone in the darkened room, naked, his cum slipping out from between her thighs. Way to make a girl feel special.
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After Zakary left, although she was exhausted, she found herself lying wide awake in the middle of the night. When she glanced at the clock, she saw it was three in the morning. Sleep was obviously not an option at the moment. As if her stomach agreed with her, it gave a mighty growl. The dinner she had eaten hours ago hadn’t been anything substantial. Of course that had been her fault. She had been so nervous to really eat anything that she had picked over her food instead of actually ingesting it.
The smart thing to do would have been to stay in bed and try to get some rest. Heaven knew tomorrow was probably going to be even more exhausting then the day before. Her stomach won out in the end, though.
Whole body sore from earlier activities, Lalita winced as she finally stood. Still nude, she grabbed a long T-shirt from her bag and slipped it on. It fell to her thighs, which normally she would have felt too exposed, but given the things she was required to wear here, made her feel overdressed.
The house was silent and still as she made her way down the stairs and into the kitchen. She didn’t dare turn on a light and risk waking the rest of the house, so she grabbed a few items out of the fridge and sat at the island. The silence descended around her as well as the darkness. Right as she brought her last forkful of apple pie to her mouth, she heard heavy footfalls making their way down the stairs.
Fork halfway to her mouth, Lalita set it gently down on the plate. A large shadowed form stepped inside and froze as he no doubt saw her sitting there. She couldn’t make out who it was right away, but when they stepped fully inside and the moonlight slashed across his features, her heart instantly sped up. Michael only wore a pair of drawstring pants and nothing else. The pants hung low on his hips, and a striking V on his lower abdomen made her heart palpitate.
He was void of any hair on his chest, but a dark line of hair made a path starting below his belly button and disappeared beneath his pants. A warm gush of moisture slipped out of Lalita’s pussy as she saw the raw masculinity standing before her.
Michael’s dark hair was disheveled, but the sight only made her hotter. Everything from his sleep-filled look, to his bulging biceps, to the impressively defined chest reeked raw power and male pheromones. Mouth now dry and pie forgotten, Lalita found herself getting out of the chair. Her inner thighs were starting to get moist from her juices, but she didn’t care. She wanted all her cream spread along his cock as he pounded away inside of her.
Neither of them said anything as they slowly moved toward one another. The closer he got to her, Lalita could see the erection that strained against his pants. Oh yes, he wanted exactly what she did as well. When they were an inch from each other, he reached up and cupped the side of her cheek. He didn’t wait any longer. He leaned down and brought his lips to hers for a scorching kiss that had her toes curling.
Not thinking clearly at that point, Lalita wrapped her arms around his biceps. She dug her nails into his warm, smooth flesh and moved closer to him. Her breasts pressed against his chest, and her nipples instantly stabbed out. Head tilted for better access to his mouth, Lalita kissed him like she was dying. He wrapped his arms around her body and started moving them backward until she felt the counter hit her back.
As if that was his cue, he became a wild man. The shirt was torn from her body. The sound of fabric being rendered useless seemed extraordinarily loud in the kitchen, but she was far too gone to care. His pants were next to go until there was nothing standing between them. He gripped her ass and lifted her onto the counter. Lalita wrapped her thighs around his waist and used her heels to pull him closer. His cock, hot, hard, and thick, nudged at her cunt. The fact that neither of them uttered a word seemed to make the situation even more intense.
Without wasting another minute, Michael grabbed his cock and placed the tip at her entrance. He thrust into her hard and fast, and she gasped at the feeling. With their kiss now broken, Lalita closed her eyes and let her head fall back as he pounded into her. The sound of her pussy sucking at his dick had her climax rushing to the surface. Maybe she should have said she was about to come, but she couldn’t have found her voice at that moment anyway.
He gently lowered her to the counter while never missing a beat. The tile was freezing compared to her overheated body. His hands were so big they seemed to span her entire waist as he fucked her. Thrusts long and deep, Michael was ruthless as he stared down at her with heavy-lidded eyes. Mouth open because she couldn’t seem to suck in enough oxygen, Lalita let her orgasm wash through her. As if he knew what was happening, he pumped into her once more and stilled. He didn’t utter a word, not even a groan of satisfaction.
Lalita might have been worried he hadn’t enjoyed it if not for the way the muscles in his body were corded tight and a look of pure ecstasy that crossed his features. When they were both sated, he helped her into a sitting position and wrapped his arms around her. She wasn’t cold, but she started to shiver nonetheless. They stayed like that for so long that Lalita started to grow drowsy. She couldn’t explain it, but at that moment she felt a spark of something more. Maybe it was a ridiculous notion given her situation, but she felt like a woman.
Chapter Seven
“I don’t think my pussy can take any more sex.” Lalita stared at herself in the mirror. Several weeks had already passed, and she didn’t think one body could handle so much sex. The men were insatiable with their appetites, and she was starting to notice their personalities were very different. She was also starting to see a pattern with their attentions to her. For several days straight one man would stay with her, and then they would switch off with another man. It was confusing at times because she was increasingly exhausted from their attentions and there were times the days seemed to mesh into one.
Tonight was Aleck’s night. He appeared to be the youngest of the group and, before he had fucked her ass, the gentlest of the six of them. Although she was excited to be with all the men, she was especially excited to see what kind of lover Aleck would be. Even though she had been with everyone intimately, she had yet to see Aleck again.
She looked at herself once more in the mirror. Apparently
there were going to be no other men present for Aleck’s time with her, which she admitted was a bit strange. She had grown used to all of them being around when she got fucked or performed other “duties” they deemed her responsibility. A candlelit dinner for two in the garden was Aleck’s idea of starting the night off right, and she was all for a little quiet time.
He had picked out the dress for her to wear. It was a white strapless chiffon dress that hung loosely down her body and brushed the floor. It certainly wasn’t like any of the other costumes the others had chosen for her. For one thing, the gown actually covered her pussy and breasts. During her time at the estate she had worn little to nothing, so being fully dressed seemed almost out of place.
One last look at herself in the mirror and she was ready to meet Aleck. When she reached the top landing, she saw him standing at the bottom of the stairs, tux and all. He looked so young.
When she reached the bottom, the look on his face had her nerves coming alive. “Wow, you look absolutely stunning.”
A fierce heat spread up her neck and covered her face. She had never been very good with compliments. “Thank you.”
He held the crook of his arm out to her, and she accepted. They walked side by side out the French doors and into the warm night. Weeks had passed, yet she had never ventured into the garden. Hell, she hadn’t really left the bedroom.
It was a magnificent sight. Everything was manicured to perfection, and night-blooming flowers were placed intricately in flowerbeds. A small two-person table was situated under an arch of climbing vines. Twinkling lights illuminated the garden and created an ethereal glow that made everything seem like a dream.
“It’s so beautiful.” She probably sounded like a child.
Aleck led them over to the table and held her chair out for her. When she sat and he pushed it in, she could feel the brush of his silky hair along the back of her neck.