Bound

by Molly Ann Wishlade

  Etu had been right. She was different from other women. He was aroused by her curves and her enthusiasm and her energy. She had a zest for life and experience, a willingness to learn and discover, and he wanted to guide her, to teach her. He sensed that she’d been denied what she needed and wanted for a long time. Like she was ready to release everything she’d bottled up deep inside and to live in the moment.

  It wasn’t as if he was ever a selfish lover but on the few occasions that he’d visited whores with Etu, it hadn’t been anything like this. They always tried to ensure that the woman they’d shared had a good time but with the soiled doves there was no telling if they were acting or not. Charlie thought he knew the difference between genuine female ecstasy and fake, but when you were paying for it, it was sometimes easier to just accept what the woman offered.

  But with Layla, he felt a connection. He wanted to know that she was enjoying the experience, that there was no acting on her part. He realised that he would be devastated to know that she had merely gone along with what he or Etu wanted. She was a part of this now. An integral part. She mattered to him. She clearly mattered to Etu.

  It was hard to believe that this was the woman he’d arranged to marry. If she’d been ready and willing when he’d arrived in Deadwood and he’d been able to take her back to the homestead as planned, it might have ended disastrously if she’d been reluctant to commit. He was fully aware now, after spending the evening in her company and following their intimacy, that he’d struggle to let her go. If she’d married him, it would have been a constant battle to leave her alone if she’d not been interested in him. He could tell that it would be the same for Etu. Having such a beautiful, warm and highly sensual female around would be wonderful if she loved you but purgatory if she didn’t. But Layla was so responsive and sexual that he couldn’t imagine her being able to resist intimacy either. She needed them right now like they needed her.

  The bonds that they were forging would continue to grow and strengthen if they were just given the chance. The three of them could be unbreakable. United. A family.

  He gently removed his cock from her mouth and knelt next to her. He nuzzled her neck and breathed deeply of her sweet feminine scent. His heart jolted like he’d been kicked in the chest by a wild stallion. What was it about this woman? Her scent, her flesh, her manner. She appealed to him on so many levels and whilst he reeled from the shock of responding so powerfully to a woman, he also revelled in it. He yearned to know that this was more than just physical for her too. He found himself longing for sweet words and promises to fall from her coral lips. He needed that reassurance. As he had never needed it before. Except from Etu.

  She was a woman to love and be loved.

  Charlie started kissing Layla’s neck. Her warmth and soft skin stirred his lust to a peak he didn’t believe was possible. He lifted her heavy auburn hair away from her ear and ran his tongue around the edge. She tasted of honey and apples. Her fragrance made images of hot summer days of pleasure float through his mind. Of smiles and laughter and true joy. She moaned and his heart leapt. She was truly beautiful and he realised that he could spend his life with a woman like her.

  That he could spend his life with her.

  And Etu.

  If she would have them.

  But a chill settled on him then like a snow-filled gale. When she found out who he was, that he was in fact Mr Jackman, what would she do? Would she run away again? Abandon him and Etu to a life without the joy she could bring? Could he bear it? Here he was, discovering her and the possibilities for a life filled with love and sensuality. A life he’d not thought he could ever achieve. But, like sand, it could trickle right through his fingers and be blown away on the winds. If he didn’t handle this carefully, it was so fragile it could break and splinter and be lost forever.

  He had one night…the remains of one night…to win her over. If he could just convince her that a life as the wife of a homesteader could be just fine and dandy – and more than she had ever dreamt it could be – then she might not mind when he revealed his true identity to her. She might forgive his deception. So he couldn’t tell her who he was. Not yet. Though he yearned to be completely honest with her. He didn’t want to deceive her any more. But if he confessed now, she probably wouldn’t give him the opportunity to even explain his behaviour. He couldn’t risk it.

  He felt around her body and touched Etu’s silky black hair. His lover looked deep into his eyes. Charlie knew Etu like he knew himself and he could see how overwhelmed Etu was. If they lost Layla, it wouldn’t just hurt him. It would hurt Etu too. And his lover’s pain would be worse to bear than his own. He was intensely protective of Etu and would be of Layla. If she would just surrender to them and give them her heart and her word. Her true word, not the one she’d given in her letters when she accepted the proposal of a stranger.

  Between them, Layla grabbed hold of their cocks. She massaged them, up and down, circling their heads with her thumbs. Charlie pulled Etu close for a kiss. He moaned into his mouth. This pleasure, so intense and exquisite, was all he would ever ask for if only he could keep it.

  He placed a hand on Etu’s chest.

  “I can’t wait any longer.” His voice cracked as he spoke.

  “Me neither,” Etu replied.

  “You take her.” Charlie smoothed Etu’s hair from his eyes. “And I’ll take you.”

  “Are you sure?” Etu’s eyes flashed with lust.

  Charlie nodded.

  “Layla.” Charlie leant over and kissed each of her large breasts, rolling the dusky pink peaks of her nipples in his mouth. “Are you ready to become one?”

  Her happy smile made his cock twitch. Her eyes shone like green pools after a rain storm. His heart leapt. Did this mean something to her then?

  “Hell yeah, Charlie! But how…do the three of us…”

  “We’ll show you,” he squeezed her shoulder. His throat suddenly constricted. He was overwhelmed with emotion. Etu had gone over to their saddles to fetch their homemade balm, a slippery paste which eased their passage into one another. And here, before him, sat the sweetest young woman he’d ever laid eyes on. The woman he wanted to keep. Forever.

  Her hair was crimson in the glow from the fire, her skin was warm as clotted cream and her eyes shone like emeralds. She could well be a spirit of the woods, conjured by his and Etu’s mutual need to find the woman to complete their love. But didn’t such spirits disappear at dawn? He shook his head. Silly thoughts. He was giving in to fancy. Must be because most of the blood from his head was now pulsing in his cock.

  He gazed at Layla.

  She wanted him. She wanted Etu.

  Life was sweet.

  With Layla in it.

  ****

  Layla took Charlie’s hand as Etu returned carrying a small leather pouch.

  “Just a little something to make this easier,” Etu explained.

  She nodded. She was so aroused she felt that she would explode if either man so much as looked at her pussy. She’d never been ashamed of her body but any remnant of embarrassment she’d felt about being exposed prior to this evening had completely disappeared. In fact, she was thoroughly enjoying this naked escapade. She couldn’t wait to find out what would happen next. Her skin was on fire. Her heart skipped a merry dance. She felt a joy that she had never experienced before. To be so desired by two men who demonstrated such tenderness, such devotion, was indeed overwhelming.

  Etu knelt next to them and kissed Charlie then her. As he ran his tongue over her lips, he fondled her bosoms, tugging on her nipples.

  “You have wonderful breasts, Layla,” he whispered.

  “Bounteous bosoms!” Charlie growled. “We could spend all night just playing with them, Layla.”

  “I’m not complaining,” she sighed as Charlie took one heavy mound of flesh and Etu took the other. They lifted and squeezed, nibbled and suckled. She felt a tugging deep inside as if their attentions had awakened a link between her nippl
es and womb. Their hot mouths and tongues awakened her at a visceral level that made her feel more alive than she had ever felt. Was this what life and love was about then? Not a quick tumble on moth-eaten, straw-filled ticking but a slow and gentle exploration into the most sensitive and tender parts of her humanity.

  When Charlie slid a hand down to the apex of her thighs and began to fondle her pussy, she had to wrap an arm around his neck to maintain her balance. He slipped first one finger then another into her body whilst rubbing her clit with the pad of his callused thumb. She rocked in time with him, pulsing in tune with his touch. She was suddenly hit by an orgasm which throbbed from her body in overwhelming little shocks and she hung from Charlie’s neck, rendered helpless by the explosion.

  Charlie slowed the movement of his hand but kept it cradling her lower lips, his fingers still buried in her warmth.

  “You like that, Layla?”

  “It caught me off guard.” She smiled at him, heat flooding her cheeks.

  He laughed. “Etu.” He nudged the other man’s head. “Time to let the breasts alone for a while.”

  Etu looked up. His mouth and chin glistened in the starlight. His eyes were full of need.

  “Yes, Charlie.”

  “The pouch?”

  Etu picked the small bag up from the ground beside him and handed it to Charlie.

  “Layla.” Etu swept his hair from his brow. “Turn around.”

  She nodded. Etu pushed a hand between her legs and parted them. She wiggled her hips. At last. She bit her lips to stop herself from insisting that one of them fill her now. Hard.

  Etu moved behind her and kissed her back. When his kisses reached the base of her spine she shivered with delight. He feathered his tongue over her buttocks then between them, pulling them wide apart. Such an act would have previously shamed her but now she felt that it was natural, acceptable. Etu and Charlie made all of this seem so perfectly appropriate. There was no shame in loving and needing. Nothing to be embarrassed about. They were all warm flesh and blood. This was normal for them. And Layla longed for it to become normal for her too. To live in such tolerant harmony would be a dream come true. Not forgetting the intense pleasures that the three of them could enjoy together. Always. If they wanted her. Of course.

  Etu nudged his erection against her pussy, coaxing and probing. Layla opened her legs wider, keen to take him into her. When he slid inside, full, hard and wide, his cock rubbed against a spot inside her that triggered an immediate climax.

  “Layla!” Etu chuckled. “So quickly?”

  “I needed you inside me.” She shook her hair back from her face. “Desperately.”

  Etu began to move, driving his length into her. She moved with him, savouring his body against hers, his hands cradling her bottom. With each powerful thrust, his balls smacked against her and she wanted to cry out with joy at how fulfilled she felt. It was so good to be taken by a man who seemed to care about her and wanted her as much as she wanted him.

  “Harder,” she panted. “Please.”

  She lifted her hips, opened herself to him, yearning to feel him exploding deep inside her.

  He stopped suddenly.

  Layla looked over her shoulder.

  Charlie stood over them, his huge cock brandished in his hand. His face was dark and Layla shivered at the intensity in his eyes.

  “My turn,” he grunted.

  In her ecstasy with Etu, she had almost forgotten that Charlie was watching but it thrilled her now to think that he had been. She suppressed an excited giggle and watched as he rubbed the shiny salve over his erection then disappeared behind Etu.

  What would he do?

  Etu breathed slowly behind her. He tensed. Then Charlie groaned and Etu plunged deeper into her, shuddering.

  “Now we are one,” Charlie announced and Layla realised that he was inside Etu, as Etu was inside her.

  They were joined together. Layla’s eyes filled with tears. She wanted the moment to last and last. To take her far away from her loneliness, her sadness and her dismal existence. She wanted to know that she could wake every day to know that there was the possibility of being loved and loving in return. She wanted to be able to explore Charlie and Etu thoroughly, to know what they liked and loved and to give them that. Whenever and wherever.

  The thought of what would happen when dawn came, when the three of them dressed and the sun was high in the sky, filled her with dread. For now, while she had them both here with her, she would treasure their company and their attention. She would cherish this moment and wrap it up inside her heart to take out and adore when she needed to feel hope. For hope was what she felt right now. Emerging from some deep, shadowy place inside her. It was fermenting like cider apples in a barrel, each bubble bursting at the surface of the heady liquid was a dream that she had once had.

  A dream that she could yet have realised.

  Or was it too much to hope for?

  Chapter Five

  Etu lay still for a moment as his body adjusted to Charlie’s penetration. The lubricating balm and his own arousal always helped but it was important that he relax as Charlie entered him. The ring of muscle in his behind had to loosen enough to allow Charlie to push his wide erection in. Once through that, there was no end to the pleasure they could find in each other.

  “I’m ready,” he sighed.

  Charlie began to move. At first his thrusts were slow and gentle. Teasing and coaxing Etu to relax further still. On his knees, deep inside Layla, with his lover deep inside him, the contractions of Layla’s pussy were driving him insane, even though he remained still himself. Her velvety soft skin glowed in the moonlight and her hair fell over her shoulders, brushing the ground around her. Etu felt choked with emotion. He had known that there was something special about Layla but this was beyond anything he could ever have imagined for himself and Charlie. This woman was sensual, responsive and non-judgmental. He had never met a woman before who had looked at him with nothing but interest and desire. He had always been judged and Layla’s sweetness was as refreshing as a thunderstorm on a humid afternoon. In her company, he felt himself beginning to open up as he had only done with Charlie. He had no need of falsity or pride or fear. She accepted him as a man. As himself. And he knew, as a man who had always acted upon his gut instincts, that he already loved her for it.

  Charlie held Etu’s hip in one hand then reached around with the other one and took hold of the base of Etu’s cock. He gripped there, just before the point where it entered Layla’s body. Etu’s heart threatened to burst from his body. He was so excited, he worried that if he moved he would explode. Charlie used his last two fingers to fondle Etu’s balls. Firm and assured. Just how he liked it.

  Charlie increased his speed, plunging deep into Etu’s body. Etu could control himself no longer. He could remain still no longer. He moved in time with Charlie, burying himself in Layla while Charlie rotated his hand around the base of his cock.

  Etu raked his hands down Layla’s back. She arched into his caress, moaning with her own arousal.

  Charlie pounded Etu harder which forced him into Layla. His cock rubbed over the small bump on her inner front wall. Again and again and again. She broke then and came all over him, crying out with pleasure. Her hot juices covered his cock and balls and her inner muscles clenched repeatedly around his throbbing erection.

  Charlie swelled inside him and shuddered. Etu moaned as his lover’s hot seed filled his own body. He was full of heat, full of the man he loved, filling the woman he wanted.

  Etu had reached the point of no return. His cock responded to the dominating sensations that consumed him.

  “Charlie!” he gasped.

  Charlie recognised his cry and he whipped Etu’s length from inside Layla then massaged him furiously. Etu exploded. He pulsed over Layla’s open thighs. Lights swam in front of his vision and he collapsed onto the beautiful female body before him.

  He was spent, satisfied and elated.

  He h
ad pleasured Layla, pleasured Charlie and been pleasured himself.

  What more could a man want or need?

  The warmth, love and security of knowing that the two people he needed, were right here with him. Holding on.

  ****

  Layla snuggled under the blanket. She was exhausted. It was near dawn and she’d been awake and occupied for most of the night. She now lay between two warm, lean male bodies. She faced Charlie, cuddled against his chest in the crook of his arm with her leg wrapped around his. Behind her, as close to her as a second skin, lay Etu. He had his upper arm curled around her and tucked under her rib cage.

  She’d never felt so warm or so safe.

  She couldn’t bear that it had to end. She knew that if she had to say goodbye to Charlie and Etu, she would never again feel such joy in her heart. Life would be dull, broken, tainted by knowing what could have been.

  If only this could be the start and not the end.

  Her heart picked up its pace. Her stomach churned as full wakefulness brought with it the stark realisation that she had changed and would never be the same again. In just one night, Charlie and Etu had peeled back her layers of self-preservation and revealed a new world of seemingly infinite possibilities for happiness to her. Life which had seemed so fruitless, even meaningless, had changed in just one night.

  Or had it been just one night? The letters she had received from Mr Jackman had begun to awaken something deep within. If not hope, then it was perhaps the promise of hope. Though she had, she was fully aware now, feared marrying that stranger and committing to a life with him, something about him had appealed to something in her. Strange. But in his responses to her letters, he had been kind, solicitous, even caring. He had seemed like a compassionate man. One who actually cared about what she had to say. It hadn’t been enough to stop her running. But maybe it would be enough to keep her going now. It wouldn’t be this, a glorious union with these two wonderful men, but if Mr Jackman wanted her still, then she might still be able to cling onto hope.

  Turmoil surged within her breast and she took a shuddering breath. She might, she reasoned, attempting to comfort herself somewhat, actually be able to see Etu and Charlie. Now and then. Perhaps even daily. Might.