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  He held me like that, in his energy, for a long minute, before reaching past me, without touching me, to grab a bottle of water for himself. Still holding my gaze, he unscrewed the top, and lifted the bottle to his lips. He drank half of it as I watched.

  I was his captive, unable and unwilling to move, not wanting to break the spell. He grinned. Then he brought the water bottle up to my lips.

  “Take a sip.”

  His voice was commanding, without being demanding. It made me want to please him.

  My mind reeled. This exchange was no longer a thing I could grasp or understand. I was entirely a sea of sensations and desire.

  I opened my lips to the bottle that he held against them and I tilted my head back to receive the fluid that he poured into me. He watched me drink; watched himself feed me water like a mother to a baby bird.

  Only he was no mother. And I was no baby bird.

  Chapter 11

  “That's a good girl. I like watching you.” He smiled his approval as he removed the bottle and I swallowed his deposit. “Do you like to be watched?”

  His tone was thick with insinuation, intensifying the chemistry between us, unashamedly igniting my fires.

  I blushed and looked away before nodding slowly, unable to think of anything else to do or say. I simply followed his lead.

  Alan’s hand came up and fingered the string tied between my breasts. My breath caught.

  “You know, strings are meant to be untied.”

  He glanced up at me and pulled on it ever so gently until it was taut.

  “Would you like me to untie this for you?”

  I nodded again, slowly, heart pounding in my chest, my body aching for a physical connection to his. Some relief from this tortuous restraint.

  He dropped the string softly and grinned before winking.

  “You're not ready…yet.”

  Then, his eyes on mine, my breath mixing with his in the small space between us, my wetness now turning to a throbbing beat that threatened to overtake me, I felt him gently brush a thumb across my nipple.

  I shivered and gasped and my eyes closed involuntarily.

  “Yeah, not yet,” he chuckled.

  He leaned forward and kissed me on the forehead.

  “Thanks for the water. I am sure I will see you later.”

  He turned and walked out, chuckling warmly as he did.

  I stood there, cold air pouring out onto my back, and realized that I had never felt more on fire. I was stunned at the entitlement he exhibited toward my body, and the way he so effortlessly read what I would be okay with. It occurred to me that I was ready to give him just about anything.

  But I was also grateful he had stopped.

  I closed the door behind me and discovered my knees were so wobbly I might not be able to stand. I turned and faced the closed refrigerator door and pressed my forehead to it, needing its strength to hold me upright.

  Holy fucking hell. That was hot!

  Chapter 12

  After sunbathing for an hour, and luxuriating in my thoughts and the deliciously visceral recollections from my time with Alan in the kitchen, I decided to go looking for him in the barn.

  When I arrived at the door, I found that Alan was not there, but John was instead. The Viking.

  I pulled up short, hovering just out of sight, and decided to indulge myself in watching him.

  He was cleaning tools and putting them away wearing only cut off shorts. Having tossed his shoes and socks somewhere he was padding around in the dirt barefoot.

  His thighs were enormous. Each one covered in Celtic markings and drawings from ancient worlds that matched the ones on his torso, chest, arms, and back. His hair was shaved smooth on the sides and his wide Mohawk was braided into a long tail that hung down several inches below his collar to his mid back. He had a strip of leather woven into the braid, adding to its sense of masculinity.

  He was meticulous in cleaning the tools and placed them just so in their designated containers. His body was ripped hard. Even despite the tattoos on his torso I could see the ripples of each muscled ab that layered one atop the other, and the side cuts above each hip that ended below his shorts in a deep V somewhere below the waistline that I could not see.

  I thought about how massive the length of his hardness would be given the size of his body and his hands and feet. He was a giant. A man from another time where roving and rutting were the norm.

  What I wouldn't give to be invaded by him!

  The longer I stood there, the more my wetness increased. This was getting to be ridiculous. I was torturing myself now. Imagining his hands holding me still in a vice grip and thrusting into me relentlessly. Taking his pleasure from my body just to satiate his own.

  After a few minutes of his silent work he spoke without looking up from his task.

  “Why don't you come on in and watch me closer.”

  I groaned and my hands came up to cover my face, embarrassed.

  “I did not know you knew I was watching.”

  He looked up and over at me, his eyes intense.

  “I don't know that there's any man on the planet that wouldn't be aware of you if you were nearby. I am always aware of you.”

  He paused and held my gaze as he stroked the wrench in his hand to wipe it clean.

  “You have an effect on me. Well, on all of us it seems.”

  I didn't know how to respond, or whether to take his invitation to move closer.

  He set the tool down that he was working on, wiped his hands on a towel, and then walked toward me.

  He held out his hand, palm up, inviting me to take it. I reached mine out and placed it in his as my throat tightened in excitement and my heart raced. He pulled it forward and up, drawing me closer to him, which made me swallow hard. Then he turned it wrist side up and placed a kiss gently, right above my pulse.

  A very gentlemanly thing to do.

  Then he bit it. Not with sharp teeth or aggression, but fully open mouthed, like a vampire might. He seemed ready to suck the blood from my veins up into his mouth, claiming me.

  I gasped, loudly; startled.

  He added some suction, to draw my flesh against his tongue, and then he flicked the tender meat of my pulse point, twice, with his tongue’s tip, until I shivered and my body spasmed slightly.

  Satisfied with my response he pulled his mouth away, kissed the spot softly again, and released my hand.

  He looked at me as my face reddened, knowing he knew full well the affect he’d had on me.

  “I want to come closer, but I need your consent.”

  He looked at me dead in the eyes.

  “May I come closer?”

  I nodded.

  He moved forward.

  When he was fully against me, he leaned down and whispered in my ear.

  “I need one more yes from you. Not a big one, not yet.” He paused, holding very still, deliberately protracting the moment.

  “Will you give me one more yes?”

  My breathing rattled and my head swum. I wanted to be taken. Right here, right now.

  I nodded softly.

  In an instant he grabbed my hips, causing a startled moan to escape under my breath. He pulled me forward and I realized in a flash that he was rock hard. I gasped out loud.

  “Yes, you did that.” He growled.

  He released my hips and reached around to grab my ass cheeks, hard, and pulled me quickly upward, spreading my legs as he lifted me so that he could press against me there.

  My arms went around his neck instinctively, holding myself up, as he pushed against the tender, moist place between my legs.

  He rubbed me up and down several times against his length harshly, my wetness soaking through my bikini bottoms against his shorts as I gasped and held on. He grunted as he did and I circled his neck tighter, whimpering against his muscles.

  He reached down and pulled a mouthful of the meat above my breasts into his mouth and he growled, sucking at it.

  Oh my God! Oh my God!

  He's a beast! Yes, oh god, yes!

  Then, just as quickly as it had all started, he stopped and set me down gently before releasing me. As I tried to reorient myself, I watched him.

  He took a step backward and I saw him put both of his hands over himself, grabbing his rod and cupping his balls. My mouth and eyes went wide at his brazenness and the raw, primal sexuality of what he was making me watch.

  “Yeah, I don't know any man that wouldn't notice you. Thank you for that.”

  A beast and a gentleman, it seemed.

  Chapter 13

  I felt overwhelmed by all the stimulus, and decided staying poolside was probably a better choice. I was not sure how much more I could handle.

  I laid back on the chaise, fully stretched out, and ruminated over the sensations raging through my body until I eventually fell asleep in the sun.

  A bit later, the sandy-haired worker from yesterday's riding lawn mower came over.

  “Excuse me, Mrs. Chesterfield?”

  I jolted awake and looked up at him standing over me, smiling from ear to ear.

  “Yes?”

  “It looks like you might be getting a little sunburn. Do you need some lotion?”

  I looked down at my body, which had turned the faintest shade of pink, before glancing back up at him and the muscles across his chest.

  “Alright. Maybe some on my back?”

  I was not particularly comfortable offering up my front side to this man's roving hands, especially not with all of the things that I was feeling from the other two. That might be too much.

  I turned over and lifted my hair before lying face down, wincing a tad at the areas on my front side that smarted with the friction against the burns.

  He picked up the bottle of sunscreen, squeezed a bit into his palms, set the bottle back down, and rubbed his hands together before reaching down to apply the cream to my back.

  “If there is one thing I have learned, it is that a sunburned woman is an unhappy one. And we were instructed very sternly at the beginning of this job that no matter what it took, we were to make you happy.”

  “Oh, is that right?”

  I chuckled.

  “Yes…and well…I- we take our jobs seriously.”

  I laughed again and shook my head. Thinking these guys had a great game going.

  “Tell me, is this the kind of service you give all lonely housewives?”

  “Well, to tell you the truth we have never had one like you. There are a lot of lonely housewives that try things with us, that’s for sure, but we just keep our heads down and get the work done.”

  I was grateful he could not see my face. I closed my eyes and enjoyed his hands across my back and down my spine, noting that he took care not to tread too close to my bikini line, and not coming too far down around the sides.

  “Can you add some to my legs too?”

  “Of course.”

  He turned and then thought better of it for a minute.

  “Do you mind if I sit next to you on the chaise? It would be so much easier to reach.”

  I scooted over a little bit so he would have room.

  “Is that enough?”

  “Yeah that's plenty. Thank you. Ma-…uh…I mean Miss.”

  “You can call me Liz.”

  He squeezed more cream between his palms and then began to apply it to the backs of my thighs, instantly causing my body to respond in goosebumps.

  “You guys seem to get along really well. Has it always been the case?”

  “Yeah, always. We have known each other a long time. We are pretty much best friends with each other. Some of us are closer to one or two than others, but, as a group I would say we are really tight. We do almost everything together.”

  I moaned under his hands, not entirely from the physical sensation. Maybe more from what he said about sharing with each other.

  As if I needed THAT image in my head right now!

  His hands trailed the distance down both of my thighs from just under my derriere to the backs of my knees, never once straying too far inward or too far up, which only made the experience that much more intense.

  Quite the gentleman, but not overly cautious either. Just comfortable.

  Then he applied it on the back of my shins trailing his hands a little more softly, which raised the goosebumps again and sent a thrill up to my nether regions.

  There was something very happy and friendly about his touch. He was the consummate surfer dude. Happy go lucky, upbeat, always ready to add positive energy to anything he did.

  I liked him, a lot.

  “If I turn over, will you apply some to my sunburn side?”

  “I would be happy to. Whatever you need.”

  I turned over without dislodging him from the chair and cupped my eyes so that I could see his face in the sunlight. He looked back over his shoulder and down at me, grinning.

  “You don't mind?”

  He wanted to double check permissions before starting.

  “Actually, I mind very much, but you are allowed.”

  I grinned up at him, and raised my arms above me to rest them, feeling happy and safe.

  He was gentler on my front side since it was a little bit pink, but the more he rubbed, the more I realized that my sunburn was not bad at all.

  Fortunately, he had woken me up just in time.

  I reached over and touched his back to get his attention after he finished with my abdomen and legs.

  He turned to look back at me again.

  “Will you do my arm?”

  He grinned.

  “It would be my honor.”

  After doing both arms. I smiled at him, pleased, and he smiled back.

  “Anything else?”

  Now he was the one doing the slightest innuendo.

  I nodded and tapped my chest.

  He looked at me questioningly.

  I watched his eyes as I untied my top and let it fall open.

  “Do my chest.”

  He gulped and adjusted in his seat.

  “All of it?”

  His eyes were tunneling dark. I had obviously had a quick effect on him.

  “Yes. It's part of your job to take care of me. So be thorough. I do not want you to disappoint me.”

  He lathered up his palms with sunscreen while he watched my face, and then ducked his head a little bit, maybe feeling shy.

  He started by placing his hands on my clavicle bones and moving across the area below my neck, seeming to avoid all of the more obvious parts that needed tending.

  I began to feel bolder.

  “Lower.”

  He avoided my eyes and nodded before moving them a few inches lower, letting the base of his palms work their way across my pecs, caressing across the top of my areolas.

  After a minute, I repeated my instructions, more firmly.

  “Lower.” My voice was stern, commanding. “Don't disappoint me.”

  That seemed to be all he needed. He immediately cupped my breasts and his thumbs and index fingers came up to pinch my nipples. I reflexively closed my eyes and turned my face away as I moaned.

  My hands reached for the chaise to grip it tightly on either side of my head above me, giving him full access to knead my breasts.

  He massaged just past both of them, palming lightly across my nipples. Then he stopped there to let his palms massage them directly for a minute. When I moaned again, he reached for each nipple with all four fingers and both thumbs before pulling them up and taut, until I gasped and moaned even more sharply.

  “Yes, just like that. More. Faster.”

  His strokes became quicker, bringing me to a crescendo. Pulling at each nipple. First the left, then the right. Then repeating it over and over. As I moaned under his hands, my back arching violently; my hands still anchored overhead.

  “Yes. More, please. Oh god, faster.”

  My body was a sea of sensations.

  I was so close, so close…

  Chapter 14

  Just then he dove under my breasts again to cup them more aggressively than he had before, squeezing them until my painfully hard nipples were forced on display, pointing up to the sky.

  He held me there, in that suspended state, not moving or letting go of me, not continuing to allow me the needed release; just keeping me tightly wound body on the crest as my back arched and my hips ached to rock until my orgasm was released.

  “Please, oh god, please don’t stop!”

  He did not move; he did not release me. He simply held me there, trapped, ready to climax but unable to get there alone.

  “I need a bigger yes from you, first.”

  My eyes flew open.

  There, standing around me, were Alan and John, the Viking, and at a greater distance, the other two crewmen.

  The sandy-haired surfer still did not release me as he kept my breasts in bondage to his hands, my nipples offered up to the gods standing near me as his tunneled eyes stared at each tip. He seemed to need to be released to do more as much as I needed to receive it.

  The Viking spoke again.

  “It is time for the bigger yes.”

  His voice was deep, and only just short of a demand this time. His hand pulling at the length of his hard cock beneath his shorts.

  I looked from him and then to Alan, I moaned out loud at the idea of being displayed to their eyes like this.

  Alan walked up, obviously just as hard under his shorts as the other one and reached for the ties of my bikini at each hip – but did not pull at them yet as he spoke.

  “We are here to take care of your every need. It seems you have some very special needs and we would be happy to help you with them.”

  The Viking walked up and situated himself directly above my face as he continued to pull on his cock that was straining to be set free.

  I stared up at him, needing desperately to surrender to his bruteness, as I felt the hands squeezing my breasts, and Alan’s energy as he leaned over me with hands at my hips.

  I had never felt more exposed.