“If I organized everything for another male shower day, with the three of you men here, it might work. One to help John-Paul and two of you to replace Zoe in the kitchen.”
Ouch! He supposed he should feel grateful that she thought he was worth half of Zoe, not one third. But he’d been working damn hard, and it was embarrassing to know the truth that any of the women was able to work faster and more efficiently than him. Theron sucked the tip of his thumb. The nail had broken down almost to the quick, and his thumb was stinging.
“Vallen and his brothers might help out as well. He said they’d promised Hardy, Bram, and Saxon they’d assist if we needed them,” said Zoe.
Zoe’s mom cast her a thoughtful look. “Well, I would have said six extra people was excessive, but today they were most useful. After we get back from the women’s shelter tonight, I’ll go through my notes and make a list of people to contact.”
“The women’s shelter?” asked Chase.
“The church runs a shelter for women and teenage girls who’re homeless or escaping family violence. A couple of afternoons each week we run a craft program for the women. Some of them are incredibly talented and produce amazing work,” said Maia, smiling at Chase.
Theron could watch her sparkling eyes and happy face all day. Except that he needed to concentrate on the peas. Fortunately, they were almost finished. There weren’t many left to shell now, but the piles of pods and bags would all need to be cleaned up. He knew there was still more cooking to do for the lunch, although the volunteers were doing most of that over in the hall right now.
Sure enough, the peapods had to be taken outside and put in a compost bin, the trash taken to the dumpster, the cooking pots and utensils washed, and then the kitchen scrubbed down. Theron had barely finished drying the last knife when he was raced over to the hall, handed a pair of rubber gloves, and told to wash the highest mountain of dirty dishes he’d ever seen.
“When you look for sponsors, you need to find a company that makes dishwashing machines,” he said to Maia.
“But we have dishwashers. They’re called volunteers,” she laughed back at him.
Nevertheless he was serious. This was a one-time thing for him, but they did this six days a week. A dishwasher didn’t just make good sense. It was essential.
Chase was assigned to help Theron, and they hadn’t even finished cleaning up the preparation mess when the meal was served and used plates and cutlery started to pile up beside him.
Fucking hell. I won’t have any energy left to talk to Maia after this. I’ll need a nap. A long nap!
Montague Reed appeared behind him. “We’ll take over now. The ladies have saved a meal for each of you. Go, eat. The food’s great.”
Theron was happy to hand over his rubber gloves. “Thanks. This is hard work.”
Diego grinned at him. “Just be glad you didn’t have to sweep the parking lot. These people really need a leaf blower. It was a hell of a job.”
Theron nodded. It was a large parking lot. Sweeping it would take a while. But it was just another example of where a sponsor could help. Surely someone would donate a leaf blower to the church? He’d talk to his brothers later, but making time for Mrs. Crawford to go in search of sponsors was definitely Propriety Number Two. Priority Number One was a date with Maia.
He and Chase took their plates over to a table of men who’d finished eating but were still sitting talking. He expected to simply sit and eat. The first bite reminded him that he was damn hungry, but he found himself drawn into a conversation about freedom of speech.
Freedom of speech? It would never have occurred to him in a million years that homeless people cared about freedom of speech. He’d have thought their lives would have been revolved completely about the need to access warmth, shelter, and food, yet here they were discussing the cares of the entire world.
The homeless are people, too. Human beings like me. Well, I’m not exactly human, I’m a shape-shifter, but near enough.
Around two o’clock, the last of the homeless people left. Already the Reed brothers had begun cleaning and tidying the hall and promised to return the next day.
“Saturday is a busy day. It’d be better if you came on Saturday because we have to move all the furniture ready for Sunday,” said Zoe.
Theron was still wondering if he could turn that to their advantage when Draven spoke up. “We’ll come on Saturday as well. That’ll be a male shower day again so you’ll be extra busy.”
Theron looked Maia, who was smiling, so he asked, “Perhaps, Maia, we could take you out to dinner on Saturday night, after you’ve had a chance to recover from the morning’s hard work?”
“Where would you like to go, Maia?” asked Chase.
Maia just shook her head. “I don’t go out to dinner much, so you can choose.”
“We’ll pick you up at seven, but we’ll be here early Saturday morning to help with the food preparation anyway,” said Draven.
Theron relaxed. They’d booked a date with Maia. The Reeds had missed out. Once again he’d be able to touch her, to kiss her, hopefully to fuck her. He wondered if she’d let them take her to bed. Perhaps Leah’s wedding day had been just a one-off thing with Maia, but if they could get her into a dungeon and then into a bedroom, life would be perfect. Oh, and if he didn’t have to shell a million bushels of peas first.
* * * *
Maia’s breasts felt heavy and achy, and her nipples were tight little buds. Deep in her core, her empty cunt yearned to be filled. When she was wearing panties, the fabric brushing against her pussy lips aroused her. Maia couldn’t understand it. She wasn’t a virgin. She hadn’t been since her only real boyfriend, the one who’d taken her to the prom, had touched her so intimately and aroused her enough that she’d agreed to sex in the backseat of his car. A month or so later, they’d done it on a picnic blanket, and several months after that in his bed while his parents were out at a party. None of the times had been very exciting really, although, in his defense, he’d given her an orgasm each time.
So the sexual yearning wasn’t to do with her first experience of sex. Maia could only assume it was because the orgasm, or orgasms plural—she still wasn’t sure whether she’d had one huge one or several one after the other—had been so good. Whatever. She longed for the men to touch her again. To take her and fuck her like that again, so very comprehensively, so incredibly intensely.
There was no visit to the women’s shelter on Saturday afternoons, so she had plenty of time to shower and get dressed, although she didn’t really know what to wear. She didn’t want to be overdressed, but she didn’t want to look as if she didn’t care either. Finally, she settled on a long denim skirt that all three sisters shared, with a thin woolen sweater in pale blue.
The men were waiting in the kitchen when she came downstairs, and her cunt filled with cream as she looked at them. Her breasts were aching, as they seemed to be almost all the time now, but her nipples hardened almost unbearably as she saw them. Dammit, they looked so nice. All three were wearing khaki cargo pants. Draven had a bright orange shirt on, Chase wore a cream shirt and a lightweight black jacket, and Theron had a brown shirt. All different but all yummy and the colors looked good with their blond hair and dark eyes.
“Be back by midnight,” her father said.
“Have fuuun,” said Zoe.
Maia grinned. That was what her father always said and what she and her sisters always replied.
The three men settled her in the front passenger seat of their car, and she was disappointed not to be in the back where one or more of them might have held her hand. Or touched her somewhere even more intimate. But of course, they had to share her equally, so that wasn’t going to happen. Anyway, no one had said anything was going to happen at all. Maybe they’d eat and return her home without as much as a kiss on the cheek.
No they won’t. If they won’t kiss me properly, I’ll kiss them. I want them so much it’s like a physical ache
. The thought of them touching her had her pussy filling with cream and feeling so terribly empty. No way was she going home without a genuine kiss.
They all had incredibly sexy voices. Maia didn’t recall noticing that at the wedding, but as they drove into town, Draven’s voice was light and flirty, sending flames of lust flickering up and down her spine and making her nipples press against her sweater. The fabric irritated them so much she wanted to pinch them to stop the ache.
Chase’s voice was steady, assertive, and that assertiveness was dead sexy as well. She could just imagine him telling her what to do in bed, and that made her body long for his touch.
Theron, who was driving, didn’t speak as much as the others, likely because he had to concentrate on the traffic. But when he did, his voice rippled over her body, along with the faint fresh scent of his aftershave, which was as erotic as hell.
By the time they parked in a basement parking lot Maia was little more than a puddle of lust. She’d been so busy focusing on her feelings and on what the men were saying that she didn’t even know exactly where they were. Chase held her elbow lightly as he guided her into the elevator. It opened at a lobby, and she was certain she’d never been in this building before. The three men took her into a restaurant, and her eyes opened wide, her breath caught in her throat, and she had to shut her mouth with a snap as her jaw was hanging open.
The staff was fully dressed. The customers…well, some of them were, and others most definitely were not. One man, wearing just a G-string, was sitting on the floor at the feet of a tall woman wearing thigh-high, skin-tight black boots and very little else. Another woman was lying on a table completely naked except for various items of food on her body. One man sat on either side of the table licking the food off her skin.
Maia had a vision of the women as herself and her men doing that to her. Her father would lose his job if she did it, but fuck, it’d be thrilling thing to do.
Draven and Chase guided her up a small staircase to an upper level and to a booth at the back of this area. Theron and Draven sat on either side of her and Chase sat opposite.
In his masterful voice, Chase said, “You may choose whatever you want to eat, but apart from that, you need to obey us. We want to ensure you have a very good time tonight.”
“This is a BDSM club, right?”
“Yes.”
“But I haven’t signed anything to agree to be your submissives.”
“No you haven’t. But we are the only ones who’ll be able to fulfill your cravings by the end of this meal,” said Chase.
Maia believed him. Her cravings right now were sky high. If they got any higher, likely she’d explode long before they’d eaten.
“Do you agree to be ours? To obey us in all things?” asked Theron.
“For tonight, yes. As long as you take me home by midnight.” Not that her parents would be awake to check up on her, but tonight had to end at some time, and it might as well be when her father had stipulated.
“In that case, we’d better get started.” Draven looked around and waved at a server.
The woman placed a jug of iced water and four glasses on the long, narrow table and took their order. When she left, the men pressed closer to Maia, and Chase wiggled his foot between hers, making her spread her feet apart a little. Instantly her pussy lips tingled. Would one of them dare touch her here? In the restaurant?
“Some people in BDSM are exhibitionists. They get a lot of their excitement from knowing other people are watching them play,” said Draven, staring into her eyes.
“Like the lady pretending to be a plate?”
“Exactly. Would you like someone to see you being naughty?” asked Chase, using his feet to push hers still farther apart.
“The idea is exciting, but my father might lose his job.”
“In that case, we’ll be very circumspect.” Theron took both her hands and lightly held her wrists together flat on the table.
She knew he was teasing, but she couldn’t resist asking, “Now how am I going to drink my water?”
“Like this.”
Chase leaned across the table and held the glass to her lips. Maia concentrated on sipping it carefully. As he put the glass down, he didn’t move away from her, and Maia became aware of her skirt being lifted up. Then Chase’s foot rested over her lap, her skirt pushed back by his shoe, and her legs bare.
Maia smiled. Only a person watching them very carefully would know what was going on. The danger was there. Someone might report her family to the parish authorities. But if they did, they’d have to explain what they were doing in a BDSM restaurant in the first place. If she was going to be naughty, this was the perfect place to do it. Besides, the men were bracketing her body, blocking her from anyone’s view. She relaxed down on her ass, flopping her knees wide apart and waiting to see what would happen next.
The men continued talking to her. Theron played with her fingers, and stroked her wrists. Draven dropped one hand under the table and scraped his fingernails up and down her thigh. Now Chase’s hand was on her knee, gradually petting her a little higher and a little higher up her leg. Theron breathed warm air into her ear and then licked the shell. Maia’s eyes closed as her cunt flooded with cream. She wiggled more and more, desperately wanting them to touch her pussy, to place a finger inside her, or to stroke her clit.