“Are you ready, Baby Girl,” he whispers in her ear, with a gravelly voice.
“Yes,” she says almost panting.
“Good, because we’re ready for you too, Baby. Eat first, Elsie,” he says as he moves his body away from hers.
She turns to look at him and can see by his tight expression that he’s fighting for control. Knowing that he wants her is empowering and makes her feel incredible.
Brian takes her hand just as John comes out of the kitchen with three drinks, one for each of them. He leads her to the table, the same table they’d had her sprawled out on less than a week earlier, and pulls a chair out for her. Just the sight of the table, and the memories of what they did to her there, make her loins clench and pulse.
“Let’s eat, then if you’d like to have a shower while Brian and I clean up, you can just make yourself comfortable Elsie. My home is yours,” John says with genuine sincerity and hunger in his eyes. But not for pizza.
This man is ready, his beast is starving and ready to feast.
With dinner over, Elsie takes John up on his offer of a shower. The hot water cascading down her naked body bring her nerve endings to life, below her skin. She feels like one big horny pulse, almost ready to gush with her orgasm, and they haven’t even done anything to her yet.
John and Elsie’s intense quickie that afternoon did nothing to quench her need. It only made it stronger, hungrier, and more demanding. Her heart is racing, her hands are sweating and she’s been wet all day.
“Oh, God,” she murmurs as she turns off the shower and places her hot cheek against the cool tumbled stone tile. “How the hell am I going to get through tonight?” she moans to herself.
“Are you ok, Angel?” John’s rumbling voice echoes and vibrates off the walls of the large shower.
Elsie whips her neck around as she turns to look at him.
Well, she thought she’d been talking to herself.
His gaze studies her expression for a moment, to get a sense of what she’s feeling. Then it slides slowly down the length of her nakedness, still propped against the wall. Water droplets cover her body, as if kissing it all over, and her hips move ever so slightly, unconsciously reacting to her hungry pussy.
“You’re almost ready to cum already, aren’t you Angel?” John’s voice cuts through the thick silence.
Elsie’s sees John’s erection growing beneath the soft denim of his pants.
She squeezes her walls together inside. The combination of those simple words, and the promise of what’s to come, makes her pussy ooze a little more.
“Yes,” she says tightly.
“Come, then, let’s take care of you,” he says holding his hand out to her.
She lifts herself away from the wall and takes his hand. She’s dripping, but lets him lead her out of the shower and into the bedroom. John grabs a towel from the pile, sitting on the stool, in the bathroom and takes it with them.
Brian is standing in the middle of the room, his feet shoulder-width apart, and his hands in his pockets. His jaw is flexing and his cock is raging in his pants. But he is going to give Elsie what she needs, the release she’s been craving, something that she has yet to experience. He and John both know that she needs, that little something extra to give her that high she’s been seeking. That extra edge that will take her to places she’s only yearned for, and satisfy that itch she’s never been able to scratch.
John places the towel around Elsie’s shoulders, then cupping his hand around her cheek he turns her face to him. He kisses her face, her mouth, her neck, tasting, licking and nipping her. Trying to satisfy the need he has for her with his kisses. He releases her and sits on the couch.
“Kneel in front of me, Angel,” he instructs, firmly but tenderly.
She lowers herself to her knees, in front of him, and lays her cheek on his thigh, rubbing it gently against the hardness of his leg, below the soft fabric. A satisfied smile curves her lips as John runs his fingers through her soft hair.
“Give me your hands, Elsie,” John demands as he strokes his own through her hair.
Elsie slowly raises her hands to John’s chest as the towel slips from her shoulders baring her back. Another set of a hands, Brian’s, begin to stroke the soft skin of her back, as John takes both of Elsie’s hands in his.
“I’m going to tie your hands, Angel,” John tells her softly.
“Mmmmhhmmm,” she says almost humming.
Elsie feels so content, so secure, so sure, and so relaxed all at the same time. She is instinctually crossing over to a place of submission, a place where she will give herself over completely, to these two men. It’s happening as naturally for her as learning to walk. She feels free, exhilarated, and most of all, she feels calm. In letting go of the control, which she has held onto so tightly for so many exhausting years, she is empowered. Empowered to just feel, to experience, to go into that place of intoxicating euphoria that she’s only heard about, as if it were a fairytale. It’s a place she knows that John and Brian will take her to. The promise was in their kisses, each stroke of their fingers, and grip of their hands.
John holds Elsie’s hands as he picks up a strip of silk from the end table next to him. He begins to wrap it around her wrists. He wants her bound, not raw. The soft fabric whispers over her flesh and each pass around her wrists is another promise of sexual abandon. Her breath catches in her throat as her desire builds.
Brian’s hands are stroking the length of her stretched
