Chapter Twenty-Six
She stared into the black, leather-framed, full-length mirror in the draped off section of the ballroom of Troy’s home. Her hair was teased and curled in long ringlets. Her makeup accentuated her eyes and lips, but not so much so she looked plastic. She appeared younger, less flawed.
The white, lacey bralette and miniskirt showed off her curves. She’d gained weight, not tons, but enough so she looked healthier than she had in years. Three weeks with her three men feeding her had made a difference.
“You look fabulous.” The clothing stylist unhooked the bralette and refastened it tighter. “As you walk through the room to your booth, invite guests to follow. This is your first time, so you’ll have a lot of followers. If anyone gets touchy, nod to one of the men in all black. They’ll take care of it.”
“Okay. Thanks.”
“Lift your arms up over your head,” Penny said.
Ella lifted her arms. “Like this?”
“Drop your arms to your sides.”
Ella obeyed as the stylist walked around her three times. The woman stopped in front of her, ran her fingers over the top of the bralette, then over her chest, down her abs, and over her hips.
“Are you comfortable?”
“Yes. It’s like wearing a bikini, kind of.” Parts are parts. No big deal.
“If you’re ever uncomfortable, raise your hand, and one of the men in black will come and check on you. Troy is a stickler for rules—Safe, sane, and consensual at all times.”
“Got it.” Derek and Garrett went over the same rules with her. “I read the disclosure, and I set down my hard and soft limits. I signed everything.” And called Derek on the way over to make sure I’d be safe by myself.
“All right. Go get ’em, girl.”
Ella squared her shoulders and strutted out of the curtained off area. She stopped on a dime.
Troy stood in front of her and offered his hand. “Take my hand.”
She placed her hand in his. “Do you always escort newbie vendors to their booths?” She kept her gaze at his face, and not the tip of his cock peeking out of the waistband of his black lounge pants.
“Actually, I do.” He strode forward into the sensually decorated room with her by his side. “We had an issue with a vendor tonight, so I’m showing everyone you’re not judgmental. You’re here to introduce your line and answer questions. Smile. I owe you.”
She grinned and made eye contact with a brunette wearing sexy, hot-pink lingerie.
“Hey, I’m Ella. Follow me, and I’ll show you my line of specialty oils and soaps. We’ll have a little fun, try some samples, and talk about aftercare.”
“Are you the one endorsed by Dr. McGregor?” the brunette asked.
“Yes,” Troy answered. “Jackie, meet Ella O’Brien.”
Ella shook the woman’s hand. “Nice to meet you, Jackie.”
Troy tugged her hand and forced her to walk, instead of stop and greet potential customers. At the very end of the open room stood a spectacular, glittery display of her products. A cashier wearing a matching outfit to hers held a computer tablet next to the display.
Troy picked up a bottle of honey and raspberry oil. “Have you tested this on anyone?”
“I’ve tested every product here. I have sample bottles, and you’re welcome to test it anywhere you’d like,” she said. “That particular oil is Dr. McGregor’s favorite. I think the lemon cream would be great on you, Troy.”
She sashayed over to the bottles and cups and distributed samples. Questions poured in. Time slipped away as she helped match the customers with scents. She brought three times as much as Troy requested, and it paid off.
Another group of customers left. She took the break to set out the final bars and bottles of her products before the last wave of potential clients wandered to her section.
Troy’s hand gently touched the small of her back. “There’s half an hour left, and the men coming this way are colleagues of mine. They are expecting a different vendor, not you. If you want to leave, you can. If you want to stay, and possibly sell more, I’m here to explain the change in product and vendor to them.”
“I’d like to stay.” She pivoted and faced him. “My goal is to sell everything I brought. I’m going to make sure anyone who enters my area buys.”
He grinned. “You’re a shark.”
She blushed. “I’m motivated.” I’ll have Sammy’s ring and rent paid, if I sell the rest.
“You’re my kind of woman.” His hand drifted over her ass. “Show a little of this.”
She reached behind her and moved his hand up to the small of her back.
“Stick to my policies, Troy. No touching me.”
“And no moaning on the table.” He smirked. “I’ll be a good boy, Ella. If you want to finish your night strong, show a little ass, and bend over with your legs straight as much as possible.”
“My products sell themselves.”
“Yes, but you could help them along, darling. Sell the illusion.”
“I don’t have to. My products are real.” Don’t be a creep. You’ve done so well up ’til now.
“I know. You’re the real deal.” His gaze rose over her head. He puffed out a chuckle. “I guess two out of your three men decided to come check on you.”
She gasped. “Shit.” Derek came and brought Garrett.
He dropped his hand from her back. “Hurry back to your display. Forget bending over. I don’t need a pissed off Garrett Winthrop making a scene.”
She rushed to the display and squared her shoulders. She fidgeted with the hem of the mini skirt barely covering her pussy as her gaze darted between Troy leading the scantily clad group of potential clients toward her and Garrett and Derek wearing jeans and boots and nothing else as they joined the back of the group.
“I’m sorry, but the vendor broke my rules. I’m all about pushing boundaries, but never crossing the line. Never. A person gives any type of no-go sign, and you stop. Period.” Troy stepped right up next to her at the display table.
“Now this vendor, Ms. Ella O’Brien, handcrafts her soaps and oils, buying only the best ingredients…” Troy wrapped his arm around her, and placed his hand on her hip as he advocated for her products.
She listened and made eye contact with each of the men. Garrett sported a wicked smile and winked with pride. She stood a little taller with his approval.
“What about skin irritants? I can’t have guys coming back to me with rashes on their dicks.”
She didn’t catch who asked, but she smiled and nodded to the group. “All the ingredients are listed on the bottle,” she said. “I’ve been selling my products for three years and have not had any issues. If a client has a history of skin sensitivities, I have a soap for that.” She picked up the soap she developed when Greg had suffered with skin lesions.
“What about taste?”
“Fucking fantastic,” Troy said. “I’ve tested the honeysuckle and coconut cream pie on pussy. Oral sex has a new name, and it is Oils by Ella.”
Ella gazed at Troy, seeing him in a new light. He was all about making a profit. Maybe he wasn’t so creepy. Could Troy be a decent guy in disguise? He seemed to believe in her and her products. Derek’s instincts were usually right, and he trusted Troy.
“Why did you develop your products?” a man wearing black trousers and black leather loafers asked.
She’d prepped for the question, but it still seemed to make her heart bleed. “My husband had terminal cancer. Anything he washed with irritated his skin. The chemical smell from the medicines lingered. I’ve made my own soaps for years, but…” She inhaled. “Um, the products helped him. I got requests from friends and began selling them.”
She stared at the bar of soap in her hand. Greg had loved the sweet maple scent in the oatmeal soap.
“I’m sorry,” Troy whispered. “I didn’t know.” He squeezed her against his side.
She blinked away the memory and raised her head. “It’s okay. It was a long time ago.”
“I think these products, and the ones she has in development will fly off the shelves. Try them out, and call me for orders.” Troy side-hugged her again and stepped forward. “Don’t be shy. Try them.”
One by one, the bottles and bars disappeared as Troy escorted his colleagues to the checkout girl and out of the room.
Waiting patiently, Derek and Garrett leaned against the wall across from her display and talked quietly.
She took inventory of her boxes. She’d sold everything except two bottles of lemon cream oil and five bars of lavender soap. Not too bad for a first time.
“Guys, I could use some help,” she said.
They sauntered over and stood beside her, one on each side.
“I kept hoping you’d bend over, and give us a peek,” Garrett said. His hand slid under her skirt, and over the delicate lace panties Troy provided.
Derek’s hand glided under the skirt, lifting it up and tucking the edge into the waistband. “Panties need to go.”
“We’re out in the open,” she said.
“We’re the only three in the room,” Garrett said. “The place is empty, except for Troy, and he’s busy with his buddies.” He nudged her bare foot with his boot. “Wider.”
She widened her stance. “What if someone walks in?”
“Are you scared?” Garrett gathered her panties and pulled them down her legs.
She lifted each foot, leaving the panties on the floor between her feet. “Troy is a client. I’m pretty sure a few of the people I met earlier are massage clients of mine.” She gazed down at him. “I don’t want anyone to see us.”
“I smell neglected pussy,” Garrett said, and gazed up at her. He firmly gripped her thighs as he pressed his mouth to her mons.
Derek’s hands caressed her hips, opening her ass cheeks. “Troy knows what we do. He helped me pick out the nipple clamps I used on you last week.”
“I don’t want him to—”
Garrett lifted her right leg over his shoulder and kissed her clit. Her heartbeat hammered against her chest.
“Please, don’t let him see me like this.”
“I love you,” Garrett whispered against her pussy.
“If he sees you,” Derek whispered into her ear. “It’s because I want him to see. It is my choice.” His slick cock pressed against her dark passage.
“Yes, sir. Did you put something on?” She rolled her hips, opening her pussy for Garrett to lick her.
“Your oil.” Derek pushed against the tight circle of muscle.
Tongue dipped into her center. She sighed and relaxed her posture.
Derek’s cock entered her dark passage for the first time. “Prep is everything, Ella.”
No burning, no heavy stretching, no pain, only fullness like he’d explained to her when she started wearing plugs regularly.
“Will I come like this?” She wasn’t sure it was possible.
“You’re going to come, babe.” Garrett kissed along her slit to Derek’s balls. She heard him sucking, but part of his lips brushed against the edge of her pussy.
Derek’s cock retreated a few inches, then thrust forward.
“Stop sucking my balls. I want you inside our Ella, sliding your cock against mine.”
Garrett’s tongue slid along her slit, opening her pussy lips, and uncovered her clit. He circled the swollen bead over and over as Derek rocked in and out of her dark passage. Teeth grazed her clit and then tongue laved over it.
“Mmm,” she moaned.
Derek’s hands slid to her chest, pushed the bralette up, and revealed her breasts. His fingers and thumbs gently tugged at her sensitive nipples.
“Your pink nipples pressed beautifully against the white fabric,” Derek whispered. “I wanted you to take off the bra, and offer your body to me for a demonstration. I wanted to lick the oil off your pretty breasts, spread your pussy lips, and fuck you.”
Heat flowed to her breasts.
“Come for us,” Derek commanded.
“Yes,” she cried out. Her chest arched as she let go, obeying him. Juices gushed from her sex. She dropped her head back against Derek’s bare chest, giving in to the delicious pleasure he’d allowed her.
“We’re not done,” Derek said. In and out of her ass he thrust, building another, stronger climax.
Up and down, and side to side Garrett lapped at her pussy.
She raised her hands over her head. “Whatever you want. Wherever you want. However you want me.”
Garrett licked over her mons to her belly. He brushed her clit against his bare skin as he stood up. His cock reached her pussy, and ever so slowly he inched inside her.
Her pussy walls spasmed as soon as his cockhead pushed inside.
“I’m going to come. I can’t stop it.” She hadn’t meant to be loud, but everything seemed heightened.
“Let me hear you come.” Derek pinched her nipples as tightly as the clamps they’d experimented with. He and Garrett thrust their cocks into her. Their rods slid against each other. Two men. Two beautiful and gorgeous men inside me. Two men I love.
Electricity charged from her breasts to her pussy to her ass. Her center contracted around their cocks. Derek twisted her nipples to the point of pain then let go. Her breasts throbbed as bliss thundered through her. She bounced up and down between them as they wildly thrust and retreated in tandem.
The friction. The delicious pounding of their cocks. The beauty of their hard bodies pressing and gliding against hers. Filling her. Taking her. Giving her their love, their desire.
The pleasure increased as they worked together to keep her climax going. Her pussy pulsed, and ecstasy hit her again. She screamed words she hadn’t expected to exit her mouth. “I love you, Garrett. I love you, Derek.”
“Yes.” Her men grunted as their cocked jerked inside her, hitting sweet spots, spurting their cum. She milked their cocks, wanting to keep this feeling and them in her life forever.
Garrett’s head rested against Derek’s shoulder. “I love you, Derek. I love you, Ella. I needed this so badly tonight.”
She curled her arms around Garrett’s waist. The truth fell from her lips. “I love being with you both. I want to stay the night at your place. I’m ready to take the next step and see how this might work long-term. Can we?”
“Yes,” they answered.
“I need to be with you. I need both of you,” she said.
Garrett kissed Derek’s lips and stepped back. His cock slid from her wet pussy as Derek pulled his cock from her dark passage. They carefully placed her on her feet and took off the bralette from her chest.
Standing naked before her two men, confidence filled her. “I did pretty well tonight.”
“You killed it.” Garrett pulled up his jeans. “And you rocked that teeny dress thing.”
“Our sticky cum on your thighs makes me want to fuck you again,” Derek whispered.
“You were amazing,” Troy said.
Her stomach tightened into knots. She stood butt naked. Troy probably saw them fucking.
“Um, thanks,” she said.
“I hope you have a plan for mass production, because we just made Oils by Ella a million-dollar company.” Troy sauntered into her view. He kept his gaze at her face and genuinely smiled.
She rolled her eyes. “Right.” He looks like he’s telling the truth. Could my luck really be changing?
Garrett stepped to her side and took her hand in his.
“I’m serious,” Troy said. “We’ll talk business in the morning. I’ll bring breakfast to your spa at six-thirty. Go and celebrate.”
Derek stepped behind her, his hand slid under her arm, and cupped her breast.
“Do you have a robe Ella could wear out?”
“Yes. There’s one inside the private entrance. Take the robe.” He shrugged. “Don’t take the robe. No one will see her.”
Garrett strode forward. She followed. Heat rose up her neck and covered her face as sticky fluids trickled down her legs.
“See you tomorrow, Ella,” Troy said.
She lowered her gaze to the floor, and nodded. Ugh. At least her business policy didn’t include anything about accidental naked exposure.