After nearly twenty years of marriage, and thirty-eight years of life all told, she’d never known that her breasts could be a source of pleasure—until now. She felt her nipples pebble and her pussy come awake. Without conscious thought she flexed her inner muscles so that it felt to her as if her pussy lips actually
clenched
.
Robert didn’t seem to be trying to turn her on, but she was more turned on than she’d ever been in her life before. When his hands moved down, when they spread foam over her ribcage, across her belly and over her hips, she responded by undulating those hips and panting. She heard the whimper that came out of her throat. To her own ears it sounded pathetic—desperate and needy, and just plain pitiable.
“Spread your legs, sweetie.”
Jillian opened her eyes. Robert’s voice sounded different.
The cock behind her nudged her bottom, and David had sucked in a breath through his teeth.
She couldn’t help but notice the men had tensed up. “Did I do something wrong?”
“Hell, no. Look, we said we would take care of you and
not
fuck you today and by God, that is exactly what we’re going to do.”
Maybe the run had taken a larger toll on her than she first thought. Her brain wasn’t making any sense of that statement at all.
David leaned in closer and gently kissed the shell of her ear. “What he means is, you need an orgasm, and he’s going to give you one.”
She didn’t say good luck with that, nor did she say that she’d needed an orgasm for years and had never quite managed to experience a really good one. While both of those statements would have been honest and true and what she knew down to her bones, she understood her words would just get in the way. She hadn’t doubted her own
ability
to climax, because she had, sort of, on a couple of occasions. At least, she was pretty sure she had, but it had been by her own hand.
She’d wanted one, she’d needed one, and had always believed that she was perfectly capable of having one. She just had never met anyone she’d ever let into the position of being able to give her one.
But now she had, and she was, and the moment had finally arrived.
So she did what she believed any sensible woman in the same position would do. She leaned back into one man’s embrace just a little more, and spread her legs for his brother.
Jillian should have been surprised that she came so quickly, but she wasn’t.
Robert reached forward and slid his soap-slicked fingers across her slit, stroking top to bottom, and parting the lips of her pussy.
His caress immediately sent her arousal soaring to the stratosphere, a totally unexpected sensation.
“Oh, God. Do that again.
Please!
” He did, and her entire body shivered from the contact, from the tingly, electric-shock-like spasms that exploded over her pussy and radiated outward through her entire body.
Her gaze connected with his as he stroked her again, and then let his thumb rub over her clit.
Ecstasy engulfed her, a flash-and-bang consummation that snatched her breath and her reason and every bit of remaining strength from every muscle in her body. Her scream echoed against the walls of the shower. Eyes open, she recognized the look of satisfaction on Robert’s face and wondered that an act so selfless could give
him
such pleasure as she could see manifested there.
“Oh, God.”
Jillian felt herself sag against the strong arm holding her. She didn’t mind so much when both men chuckled. Neither did she take issue with the way they began to talk about her as if she wasn’t even there.
“Here, let me have her and you can wash her back.”
“I think she might be going to sleep on us—literally.”
“Awake.” Since her naked front was now plastered against Robert Jessop, who was also naked, she guessed that whole, “not going to get into any relationships thank you very much” mantra she’d been reciting to herself for the last few years was pretty much toast now.
Oh, look, it’s spinning down the drain like so many discarded soap bubbles
.
“You might not be awake for long once we get you into the hot tub.”
Robert’s voice sounded different, coming to her from beneath her. She thought she should at least make some effort to help him keep hold of her, so she managed to put her arms around his neck.
Strong, soapy hands lathered her back and bottom, and then her legs. Her “Mmm” of pleasure elicited more smug-sounding masculine chuckles. Right at this exact moment it was kind of hard to mind that.
Then David must have moved, because water sluiced over her back, rinsing her. The heat felt wonderful. Jillian sighed.
“We won’t bother to dry her. We’ll just head straight to the tub,” Robert said.
“I turned the towel racks on when I came in, so the towels will be ready for us when we want them.”
David’s statement made Jillian giggle. “How did you turn on towel racks?” she asked. “Stroke them softly and say ‘hey, baby, you’re looking mighty shiny, there’?”
“I think our sub is a little punch-drunk,” Robert said.
David leaned in close to her. “Actually I said ‘come on, baby, give me your heat.’”
Jillian laughed, delighted that David had been quick enough to come up with a comeback, and then she closed her eyes. She actually didn’t mind being carried at the moment, and she figured Robert was right, she was a little punch-drunk—or whatever you called it when you first pushed yourself way too far physically, and then had the best orgasm of your entire life.
Likely tomorrow, when she felt rested and recovered, she’d look back on this afternoon’s misadventure in an entirely different light.
At the moment she felt too sated, and too cosseted, to care.
“Hang on to me just a bit longer, Jillian.”
She moved automatically to do what Robert asked. In the next instant she sighed as very warm and lightly fragrant water enveloped her.
“Oh, that feels wonderful.” She opened her eyes, and didn’t even mind when Robert slipped her off his lap to sit on the sculpted fiberglass bench, though she did like the sensation of skin on skin.
“After you’ve soaked for a few minutes, we’ll dry you off and then work on massaging those legs, checking for knots.”
“Okay. Thank you.” She guessed she
should
thank them, even if they had been rather domineering. No,
dominant
. She must try and remember that. Maybe she’d look that up on the Internet later tonight.
“Jillian?”
“Mmm?” Her eyes had drifted shut again. She figured her ears were open, and that was good enough.
She guessed Robert disagreed when she felt his fingers on her chin, exerting pressure. She turned her head and opened her eyes, meeting his gaze.
“You’re not to jog alone anymore, sweetie. David likes to run. He’ll go with you when you need to pound the pavement.”
“Didn’t your mother raise you to respect the word ‘no’?”
His grin was quick and put her in mind of a pirate. “Of course she did, and I do. But darlin’, you haven’t said no to us today. Not once.”
Well, rats. He was right. Jillian frowned. Usually when someone wanted to ask her out, she said no before the question had been fully formed. Why had she behaved so uncharacteristically with these two men? “I don’t understand any of this.”
Robert looked over at David.
“Yeah, we’ve figured that out for ourselves,” David said. “It’s the main reason why we are not going to fuck you today.”
“I don’t make a habit of going around getting naked with men I barely know—no pun intended.”
Robert and David both laughed. “We know that, Jillian.” David picked up her right hand and kissed it, then threaded his fingers with hers.
“How do you know that?”
“The same way we know that you’re a natural-born sub and probably have never realized it,” Robert said. “We just do.”
Whether for better or worse, Jillian was feeling a little less lethargic and a little more herself.
These two doctors had one thing right. She’d not once said no to them. She’d allowed them liberties she’d never thought to allow any man ever again, let alone two at once. So there really was no sense in her going all modest now and covering her body from their view. She’d allowed them a certain amount of freedom—or they’d simply taken it and she hadn’t stopped them. But that didn’t mean this had to go any further, or that she necessarily had to let this continue beyond getting her legs massaged.
Yes, there was a sense inside her that told her this was something special, something she’d really needed for a long time. But she’d thought being with Neil in the backseat of his car on prom night had been right, and look how that had turned out.
Her inner instincts about men simply weren’t to be trusted on their own. She needed logic to back up the feelings.
“That’s really not good enough. You can’t just make bold and sweeping statements, and then move in and take over my life. I don’t understand any of this.”
“We know. Like we already said, that’s why we’re not going to fuck you today.” David smiled at her, as if the sight of that grin could sway her.
All right, it probably could, but there was no reason to let them know that
.
“Will you stop saying that? Can’t you call it something else? Even ‘have sex with you’ sounds better than ‘fuck you’.”
Robert raised one eyebrow as he met her gaze. “We’re both Texans, bred and born. We’re plain-speaking, simple, honest men. ”
“Oh, horse pucky.”
“
Horse pucky
?” David said the words as if he’d never heard them before.
He probably hadn’t. “I used to know a woman who was from Canada. It was one of her favorite sayings. And it definitely fits the circumstances.”
“Um, so what part of my brother’s statement do you consider to be ‘horse pucky’?”
“The part about y’all being plain speaking and simple. Because quite frankly, I haven’t understood much of what either of you has said since you…” Jillian let her sentence fall. Since they what? Pushed their way into her life? Kidnapped her from her run?
Or maybe, conducted an impromptu intervention and saved her from herself?
“All right,” Robert said. “Let’s try this, and see how you do with it. What you did—probably deliberately and not for the first time—was to push yourself to the point where you experienced pain, and that pain took over. You did that because within the pain you found a refuge, a safe harbor. It’s called sub-space. Most submissives get there through other means, usually with the help of their masters.”
Jillian felt her mouth drop open. Robert was describing exactly what she experienced. “Um, that’s just from the endorphins. Isn’t it?”
“No, baby,” David said gently. “Endorphins make you feel high, almost drunk, not tucked away and hidden and safe.”
Robert stroked her arm and then picked up her hand, and knitted his fingers with hers. “You’ve spent your life wanting to please people, but feeling profoundly inadequate when you couldn’t manage to give others exactly what they wanted, or when they complained no matter what you did for them. You crave to have boundaries and someone to take care of you once in a while, because the concept of being completely independent confounds you and yes, makes it difficult for you to function to the very best of your ability.”
Oh my God, he’s describing me to a tee.
“So I’m…a sub? It’s like some kind of birth defect, isn’t it?”
“Of course not, Jillian. Birth defect? No way. Or, to use your expression, horse pucky.” David squeezed her hand.
Then Robert grabbed her chin again, this time with just a bit more force. “There’s
nothing
wrong with you. Being a sub is just your nature, sweetheart. It’s just the way you are and certainly nothing to be ashamed of.”
The conviction of his words, spoken in that tone that seemed to spear right through to her very soul, left no room for doubt, and left her no choice whatsoever.
She believed him.
Jillian couldn’t look away from his gaze.
I’ll remember this moment for the rest of my life
. Years from now she would be able to recall the most profound revelation of her life with absolute clarity. Maybe the circumstances of it weren’t as bizarre as they appeared. Perhaps being naked it a tub of hot, frothing water with men she’d only just met who were also naked was the situation that needed to take place in order for this revelation to occur, and for her to believe it.
Jillian blinked back tears, determined not to cry as the significance hit her. These two men
got
her, and more, she realized, than she even got herself.
She’d given up hope of ever finding one man who did, and here she’d found two of them.
* * * *
David waited, perfectly willing to let his older-by-fifteen-minutes brother be in charge. He supposed, in the arenas in which they’d begun to “play” a couple of years before, it could be said Robert took charge of things—except, of course they were both completely heterosexual.