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there was a submissive woman within her that creamed, trembled,
moaned, and climaxed when dominated in an erotic manner.
Dirk turned to Blue. The right side of his mouth pulled upward in
a wolfish smile. Go ahead. You should go first. To Ben he said,
Come on, let s get more wood in the stove and in the fireplace. We ll
fill up the boilers so that when it s Ella s turn to bathe, she gets fresh,
clean, hot water.
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Chapter Nine
Ella tried to ignore the slight tremble in her knees. It was
impossible, just as it was impossible to ignore the lean, dark-skinned,
handsome half-breed in the bathtub. Dirk s sudden command that she
remain in the cabin while the men bathed had shocked her to the
marrow. It was partly because the command came so unexpectedly
and partly because she knew what it was like to be psychologically
dominated by Dirk and Ben. Her pussy became instantly dewy and
slick.
She added another piece of wood to the stove just to give herself
something to do. She had to keep moving, or it would be impossible
to not look at Blue. When her eyes darted toward him, she saw he was
sitting in the galvanized bathtub in the center of the room. His copper-
hued body was as lean and sensual as a mountain lion s. There wasn t
an ounce of excess weight on him.
Come over here and sit down, Ben said, patting his thigh. He
and Dirk had taken the two straight-backed, bentwood chairs from the
small kitchen table by the stove and placed them near the bathtub.
Don t worry. The water will be plenty hot for you when it comes
time for you to bathe.
The casually spoken words caressed Ella as surely and physically
as if Ben stroked his fingertips along the inside of her naked thigh.
With her back to the men, Ella closed her eyes for a moment. What
was happening? Recent history already taught her that with Ben and
Dirk she was capable of the most outlandish, intemperate behavior.
And now they were sitting close to Blue while he washed himself, the
three men enjoying a casual conversation while imbibing Kentucky
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sipping whiskey. They behaved as though there wasn t a woman with
them in the small, cozy cabin, though the woman in that cabin was all
too aware of their presence.
Summoning courage, Ella turned slowly. Ben sat in his stocking
feet, his jacket off and his shirt almost completely unbuttoned to
reveal a lean-muscled chest with dark, curly hair. On the floor near
his feet was a half-empty bottle of whiskey. He positioned his chair so
close to the bathtub that if she sat on his lap, she would be within
arm s reach of Blue.
Another shiver went through Ella. What did Ben expect of her?
Was she supposed to pretend Blue wasn t attractive, wasn t naked,
and wasn t right there in the room with her? She wanted desperately
to taste Ben s kisses, to feel his heart pounding furiously against her
own as he plunged into her again and again, but from the way he was
behaving, it seemed he wasn t in the least bit interested in being
intimate with her. Were their nights of passion a thing of the past now
that they were in Blue s cabin?
Ella turned back toward the stove, her mind in a whirl. Ben had
first seen through her defenses and understood her need for
dominance, her hunger for submission to great strength. Dirk was the
one holding her wrists on that first glorious night of shared passion,
but it was Ben who knew, even when Ella herself did not, that she
craved a sense of feminine surrender to masculine forces too powerful
to be resisted.
Come here, Ella.
This time Ben s tone was authoritative. What had been a request
was now a command. Ella s clitoris responded by beginning to
awaken, the delicate lips of her sex becoming slick with nectar and
puffy with anticipation. A quavering smile touched her full-lipped
mouth as she turned and crossed the room to Ben.
If he wasn t so handsome, I wouldn t be so weak.
But Ella knew it was more than just Ben s looks that stripped her
of her ability to resist seduction. It was his extraordinary presence, his
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masculine bearing that exuded limitless confidence and virility. It was
what made her body respond to his voice as though he was intimately
caressing her with the consummate skill of a connoisseur of
sensuality.
His knees were spread wide apart to give her room. Though there
was nothing inherently obscene about the posture, in Ella s passion-
distorted consciousness, it seemed utterly wicked. When he patted his
thigh, she sat, studiously avoiding looking down into the bathtub.
Why don t you get a glass? Ben asked, looking up into her eyes.
His tone was cordial, casual. Ella wasn t deceived by it for a second.
Have a little whiskey with us.
I really shouldn t.
Her heart was racing. Nervously, Ella swept an errant tendril of
golden hair behind her ear. She felt her ears and cheeks getting warm
with embarrassment. When Ben rested the hand holding his whiskey
glass on her thigh, the breath caught momentarily in her throat. Every
nerve in her body was taut.
Perhaps you should not, Ben said quietly, his tone ambiguous.
But it s the things in life you shouldn t do that are usually the most
fun.
And you ve had more than your fair share of fun, haven t you?
The instant the words passed between her mouth, Ella blushed. She
put a hand to her mouth and closed her eyes. I can t believe I just
said that. She shook her head. Why is it I m always saying the most
outlandish things with you two?
Ben s left hand was against her back, and though she knew it was
impossible, Ella could have sworn the heat of his palm was not just
going into her blood, it was going straight to her clitoris.
It s a gift we have, Ben repeated after a lengthy pause.
His hand at her back began to move slowly, a light, caressing rub
of a work-roughened palm touching her through her blouse and
camisole. Ella looked at Ben, trying to read his thoughts. She found it
impossible. When she turned her attention to Dirk, she recognized the
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look in his eyes as predatory male. He wanted to devour her in the
best of all possible ways, and the thought of it sent a shiver slithering
along her spine. Memories of the cataclysmic climaxes she
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