Claimed by the Trillionaires

by Ella Mansfield

  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 y
ou 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.

  She wove her fingers through his hair, desperately wanting to be closer to him. She wanted him to become a permanent part of her body, his cock always moving inside her. But would that diminish the pleasure moments like this brought?

  Brice looked deeply into her eyes as he rained kisses over her face, stroking her long curtain of hair back. "You are perfect in every way. Do you know that, sweetheart?"

  Sarah couldn't believe he'd even suggest such a thing. She blushed deeply. "No, I'm far from perfect." How could he think she was perfect when she carried so much extra weight?

  "There's not a woman alive I'd rather be with than you. That any of us would rather be with. You're perfect to us." He cut off any protest she would make to that with a long slow kiss. Reaching down, he stroked her clit, hoping he could bring her to climax before he reached it himself. He'd been living in a sexual paradise, and she'd left him without for many hours. He was ready to explode already.

  As soon as his fingers rubbed her clitoris, Sarah started panting against his lips. She could feel her climax building deep within her. She moaned, dragging her mouth away from his. "That's it! Yes!" she screamed.

  Brice let go as soon as she clenched around him, burying his face in her neck. His loud groan joined her scream of climax.

  Neither of them noticed that Franklin was silently watching from the open doorway.

  Chapter Twelve

  Sarah slept late on Tuesday morning, not in a huge hurry to spend the day alone with Houston. It wasn't that she disliked him, he just seemed to be lacking a personality to her. She did wish he would spend more time concentrating on her physical needs when they were together. He was the only one of her four husbands who ever left her hanging, so to speak.

  The men had only each taken her once the evening before, because they were worried about how sore she'd been that morning, and she was thankful. She was still sore, but the bath and the special salts cleared it right up.

  She put on her robe and wandered out into the living area, looking for Houston. She found him in the living room, a pocket computer on his lap, and he was talking rapidly to it. When he saw her, he said, "Save and close."

  "Saving and closing," came a computerized voice.

  "You didn't have to shut down for me." Sarah walked to him and kissed his cheek, not knowing what he'd expect from her.

  Houston caught her about the waist and pulled her down onto his lap. "You still sore?" he asked, concerned.

  Sarah shook her head. "I woke up sore, but I took a bath with the salts Trystan left for me, and I'm doing a lot better today."

  Houston caught one of her legs and moved it so she was straddling him. "I'm so glad to hear that." He felt badly for the way he was never able to last long enough to keep her happy, so he'd masturbated twice already that morning, and then taken a 'stay-up,' which was a pill men used when they were given to premature ejaculation. He hated having to use it, but he was going to let her finish first when they had a day alone together if it killed him. His wife would be sexually satisfied by him.

  Sarah grinned as she felt his cock pressing up at her through the thin fabric of the lounging pants he wore. She reached down and stroked him. "Someone's happy to see me," she said, before sinking down into his kiss. She wrapped her fingers around his hard length. She knew it wouldn't be a good sexual experience for her, but she also knew she had RoboDick to fall back on.

  Houston reached down and removed her hand so he could adjust his pants, freeing his cock to her sweet touch. He reached between her thighs and slid a finger into her already wet pussy. "Are you ever dry?" he asked against her lips.

  Sarah blushed and shook her head. "I don't think I am."

  He laughed softly. "Well, I think that will keep four men very happy for years to come." He caught her hips and pulled her toward him, settling himself between her thighs. "You ready for me, sweetheart?"

  "Always." Sarah was surprised by how gentle he was being. She slowly lowered herself onto his cock, taking the entire length of him until she was full. She moaned slowly. The first time she took a cock every day always felt so good to her.

  Houston was surprised by how well the pill was working. He was hard, and it felt wonderful, but he had no desire to climax yet. Usually as soon as she was on him, he was ready to go off like fireworks.

  Sarah moved on him slowly, hoping she could drag out the experience a bit, but knowing she'd be seeking out her toys in a minute or two. She moved until only the tip of him was inside her, before dropping down and encompassing him fully.

  Five minutes later, Sarah was still moving over him and close to climax. She wasn't sure where he'd gotten the self-control from, but she wasn't complaining. When she did climax, she shouted her pleasure in his ear, collapsing atop him with her head buried in his neck.

  Houston was barely breathing heavily. He wondered how many times he could make her climax before he needed to spray his seed inside her. He stroked her back as she snuggled into him, his cock as hard as ever. Grinning, he finally pushed her off to the side and got to his feet, taking her hand in his. "Let's go to my room and finish this."

  Sarah looked at his cock with surprise. She'd figured they climaxed together so that was why she hadn't noticed when he finished, but no, his cock was as hard as ever. Maybe she'd misjudged him.

  She followed him from the living room, and into the bedroom he was using. "Get on your hands and knees on the bed," he instructed.

  Sarah moved onto the bed on her hands and knees, suddenly getting excited. Would he be able to hold out long enough for her to climax again? All three of the others could bring her to multiple orgasms, but Houston couldn't unless they were all working together on her. She didn't know what had brought about the change, but she wasn't complaining.

  Houston climbed onto the bed behind her, massaging her ass gently for a moment. "How do you want it, Sarah? Fast or slow?" He'd never been able to ask her that, because fast made him lose it too soon. Oh how he wanted her to be able to tell the others he'd fucked her until she screamed. It would make him feel like a man for a change.

  Sarah looked over her shoulder at him. Houston seemed more confident today, and she liked the change in him. "Fast would be nice, now that slow is out of the w—" She gasped as he plunged into her, his balls slapping aga
inst her clit.

  Houston grasped her hips and moved her back and forth easily as he fucked her as quickly as he could. He'd seen the other men take her this way, and he could imagine how her face looked as he plunged in and out. "Like this?"

  "Y—es!" Sarah couldn't believe how masterfully he was taking her. What had happened to him since last night?

  He grinned, loving how out of breath she sounded, knowing he was the one who was making her feel this way. Finally, it was him making her squeal with pleasure and not one of the others or one of the infernal toys.

  She'd climaxed three more times, each one more intense than the last when he pulled out, still hard. Sarah rolled to her side and stared at his cock, wondering what on earth had happened to him.

  Houston pushed her to her back, moving into the notch between her thighs. He could hold out longer, or he could let go this time. He finally felt in control of his climaxes, and he was stoked. "One more time? Or do you want to keep going for longer?"

  Sarah stared up at him. He'd caught himself on his hands, and he was looming over her, his cock pushing against the entrance to her pussy. "One more time," she whispered. "We need to eat sometime!"

  He laughed. "Then we'll just do it all over again this afternoon!" Plunging back into her tight channel, he picked up the rhythm he'd been using. Fast and steady. Her eyes closed as he pleasured her, and he frowned. He wanted her to know who was giving her what she needed. "Open your eyes!" he ordered, his voice harsher than he'd intended.

  Sarah opened her eyes, staring into his. She put her hands to his shoulders, digging her nails into them. "You're making me feel so good, Houston," she moaned, sensing his need for approval.

  Houston grinned down at her, thrilled that she'd acknowledge him by name. Sometimes he wondered if she even knew which one of her husbands he was. This time when he felt his climax building he didn't try to suppress it. His thrusts became slower, deeper and more deliberate as he drove them both toward their climaxes.