pot of hot, steaming water off the top of the stove and poured some into a nearby ceramic basin. He dashed the hot water with some cold water from a nearby bucket and dipped in his finger, making sure it wasn’t too hot.
Ensuring the door was locked, he noted she hadn’t drank the whiskey he’d poured earlier during supper. That was okay. Maybe she just wasn’t the drinking kind of girl, and he realized she was the first pleasure girl that didn’t drink when he’d offered.
He spiraled a finger around the neck of his whiskey bottle, positioned the lone oil lamp in his palm and grabbed the basin with water, then entered the bedroom. There was enough of a glow splashing from the lamp he held and from the fire glittering in the hearth that he could make her out sitting on the bed. Her lower half was covered beneath a comforter, but her breasts were exposed. A shaft of desire ripped through him at the sight of her large, suckable nipples.
Control, my man. Control. You need to prepare her. Then you can take her as much as you want.
He ignored her and his throbbing cock as best as possible as he deposited the ceramic tub filled with warm water onto the dresser and headed into the adjoining bathroom.
Teyla’s heart hammered a mile a minute as she listened to Logan rummaging around in her bathroom. What was he up to with the ceramic basin? Why was he in the bathroom again? When he reappeared in the doorway, her lower belly fluttered with appreciation at how wide his shoulders looked. She couldn’t get over how wonderful she felt just gazing upon him and how it seemed as if she’d known him for like ever.
He strolled with confidence in his long strides as he walked toward the dresser. He appeared as if he wasn’t in a hurry. As if he didn’t have the same urgency running through him as she did.
Damn him. Why did he affect her so much? Why did she want him to be inside of her so badly? It was a nerve-racking need she’d never experienced before.
Warily she watched as he placed a towel, lather brush, and a bar of soap on top of the dresser. He took a swig from his whiskey bottle before dragging another throwaway razor from his pocket, thrusting off the plastic protective cap and then dousing the blade area with whiskey.
“Umm, did you want me to shave your face?” Surely he didn’t expect her to give him another shave down there?
“I’m going to do the shaving,” he reassured her. His next words made her want to bolt. “On your pussy.”
She swallowed as nervousness skittered through her. “My…”
“The boys like their pussy nude,” he interrupted. “You’ll also be more sensitive toward the pleasure.”
Oh, of course. For a brief moment she’d forgotten she was merely here to be their pleasure toy. He frowned and looked at her kind of funny, but she plastered on a smile. One she suddenly didn’t really feel. But she needed to remember her agreement with him. He could do what he wished, and she was a pleasure girl. His wish was her command.
Her disappointment faded quickly as she watched him drop a face cloth in the steaming water. Having him shave her would be an interesting experience, she realized, and tried hard to control her rapid breathing.
“Where did you want me?” She tried to inject a professional tone into her voice, but it came out breathy and low. Too sensual, dammit.
“Over here on the side of the bed. On the edge like last time. Legs up on the bed with your knees wide apart. While I shave you, I want you to play with your nipples. Want you ready for me when I take you.”
She swallowed as his husky spoken words draped over her like velvet. Her lower belly clenched and her pussy quivered as she thrust the sheets off her. She got into the position, across the bed, then lay on her back, bringing her ass as close to him and the edge of the bed as possible before bringing her knees up and spreading her legs for him.
His gaze was smoldering as he looked between her thighs and licked his lower lip.
He nodded to her. “Play with yourself.”
She bit her bottom lip and found her nipples. They were already hard and sensitive as she pinched and feathered them. Her breathing quickened even more as she reacted to her touches. His breaths also came faster and louder as he watched. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed and then he reached into the basin, bringing out the steaming face cloth. He waited a moment, probably thinking it was too hot, before he squeezed the cloth then lowered it over her pussy. Heat exploded against her flesh, and she moaned at the intensity of the contact. He tucked the edges of the hot cloth in against the sides of her labia and went about lathering up the soap with the lathering brush.
He didn’t say anything as he worked. The slow and easy way he moved the lather brush loaded with frothy, raspberry-scented soap and then followed up with the razor was in direct contrast to the quick way his eyes were darting to her face to catch her gaze. Then to watch her touching her breasts. Then down to where he moved her labia this way or that while he worked on shaving her pussy.
When he finished cleaning away the soapy areas with water and the cloth, he finally spoke. “I want to prepare you now. For the others. Turn over onto your belly.”
She nodded and sat up. She set a couple of pillows on the bed and then lay down on her stomach, angling her hips over the pillows.
She inhaled sharply as his warm palms smoothed over her ass cheeks. His fingers trailed along the crack, and he hesitated when she tensed as he touched her tight sphincter.
“Easy, baby. Loosen up,” he murmured.
She breathed harshly, tried to relax and waited anxiously as he smoothed his palms once again over her ass cheeks. He was taking his time, she realized. Calming her with his touch like a master would try to calm a frightened mare.
“Breathe deeply. Breathe slowly,” he whispered. The gentle sound of his voice had her relaxing.
“Dr. Elizabeth said you’ve done anal before,” he said a moment later.
“I have,” she answered truthfully, feeling her cheeks heat. The couple of regulars who enjoyed anal had small cocks. Nothing compared to the size of Logan.
“The plugs I saw in the bathroom drawer aren’t going to stretch you enough for my boys. I have a bigger one. Unused. No need to worry about that.”
Arousal slashed through her. Her pussy creamed at the thought of his friends being as big as Logan. To her surprise, he slapped her ass. Hard. Her skin stung and she gasped at the unexpected impact. He slapped her ass a few more times until her skin burned and she was gripping the comforter tightly against the hot blaze. To tell the truth, the erotic way he slapped her seemed caring compared to how the other guys she entertained did it. Erotic, indeed, and arousing.
“Nice and pink. I like a blushing ass. I can’t wait to take you, Teyla. My cock is so hard and swollen just thinking about the boys watching me taking you in the rear.”
Teyla swallowed at the visions his confession whipped up. Her tied to the bed while men took turns fucking her ass. Oh, boy, she shouldn’t be thinking about this. Shouldn’t be getting so excited. He was just a job. What he wanted was just her job. She shouldn’t be anticipating the arrival of two more strangers as much as she was. It just wasn’t normal.
His hands curved over her warm cheeks again, and she couldn’t help but move her buttocks against his palms as sweet need swept through her. Yes, she did want Logan to do her first. To give her the pleasure first. She blew out a long, slow breath and held the comforters tighter.
A moment later, he smoothed his hands away, and she heard the sound of plastic ripping. It was followed by water tinkling in the basin. She angled her head so she could watch and caught glimpses of a huge black butt plug, one end tapered and the shaft almost as thick as Logan’s cock.
She creamed and trembled at the same time as a mixture of emotions charged through her. Nervousness at not being able to relax enough to take the plug and excitement at how it would feel buried inside her. All her clients were average-sized when it came to their cocks. The two who did anal were small, so she’d had little problem wearing the plugs she had. No problems taking their cocks inside her.
She always made it a habit to prepare herself with a plug a day or two before an anal regular came to visit. Maybe that’s why she couldn’t totally relax this time? Because of the unexpectedness of this stranger’s arrival and
