Bella woke with a start. She was still for several moments trying to orient herself in the dark. When the evening's events rushed back into her sleep-deprived brain, her cheeks burned so hot she felt they must glow in the dark. She realized the heaviness in her body was not all
in
her body, but
on
it as well. She lay in a tangle of arms and legs, cocooned between and under the two men who had given her the night of her life; a night of unbelievable passion and raw sex.
Holy shit! she thought. I wasn't dreaming. She smiled, completely satisfied in all ways at this particular moment. She had been thoroughly used in the best ways by two (count them, two!) incredibly hot, sexy and attentive men! Wow!
Trying not to disturb Aidan and Eli, the two men she was currently sharing a bed with, as little as possible, Bella began the tedious process of untangling herself from two sets of arms and legs. After she'd accomplished the painstaking process of freeing herself, she inched her way down the bed with as little commotion as possible, desperately needing to use the bathroom and have a moment to herself. Fumbling in the dark, Bella found her purse and made her way to the bathroom of the private room Aidan and Eli, as the owners of the bondage dungeon The Whip and Dagger, kept at the club. Quietly shutting the door, Bella flipped on the bathroom light. Setting her purse on the counter, she quickly relieved her aching bladder before turning to look at herself in the mirror above the sink.
Bella let out a bark of delighted laughter. She looked like a woman that had been thoroughly fucked! Sex wasn't something she'd had since her horrifically image shattering break-up with her ex six months prior. Well, fuck him, she thought. Look at me now! Aidan and Eli certainly had no problem with her excess body weight, seeming to delight in her body, in fact. Bella's normally very sleek black, a-line haircut was disheveled to the point of hilarity; half of her hair sticking nearly straight up. Her eyeliner and mascara was smeared in that universal way that made a woman look like a raccoon and her red lipstick stained much of the skin around her mouth. She gave herself a self-satisfied smile in the mirror.
"What's so amusing?"
Having been so absorbed in her analysis of her post-coital looks, Bella had failed to notice Eli open the bathroom door. She looked over to find him leaning against the frame of the door in all his beautiful naked glory, a sexy half-smile on his mouth. Feeling extremely exposed, Bella desperately looked for something to cover herself with. Finding nothing but a small hand towel, Bella settled for awkwardly fluttering her hands in an attempt to cover her nakedness.
"Don't you dare, Bella!" Eli commanded. "After last night you really feel it necessary to hide yourself from me?" Anger brewed in his deep chocolate brown eyes and he ran his hand through his sleep-tousled dark blonde hair. Eli stepped into the room, grabbing Bella's shoulders in a gentle grasp.
"I guess I'm just so used to hating my body. I'm sorry, it's not meant to insult you."
"I love your body, Bella," he told her as he leaned down and captured her mouth in a gentle kiss. Bella moaned, opening her mouth in an invitation for Eli to deepen the kiss. He instantly obliged, thrusting his tongue in, prompting her to suck it deeply into her mouth. As they continued to devour each other's mouths, Eli moved a hand from her shoulder to bury in the hair at the nape of her neck, roughly pulling her head back. Releasing her mouth, he trailed hard, sucking kisses down her neck, making sure to mark her skin. Making his way to her ear, he whispered to her, "Princess, you are mine, for now at least. Don't ever degrade what is mine!"
"No, I'm sorry. I'll try not to do it again," Bella promised.
With a kiss on the tip of her nose, Eli released his grip on her hair. "Now tell me what was so funny," he told her, smiling once again.
"I was just thinking how thoroughly fucked I looked."
"It's a good look on you," Eli complimented.
"I like it. I certainly like how I achieved it," she responded playfully.
"I think we created a monster," Eli laughed. "Let's shower and I'll wash you. All you have to do is stand there and be pampered."
"How could I turn down an offer like that?" she responded.
Taking her by the hand, Eli led her toward a large open shower. It was huge, with two wall-mounted showerheads and a handheld one as well. He leaned in and adjusted the water to very hot, just the way Bella liked it. With a hand on her back, Eli guided Bella in to stand under the spray. She groaned as her well used muscles began to unknot under the hot water. Stepping in and pressing himself fully against the front of her, Eli tilted Bella's head back and slicked her hair back under the spray. Over and over he smoothed her hair, until she was purring like a much petted feline. Reaching to the shelf behind her, Eli grabbed a bottle of lemon verbena scented shampoo. The steam from the shower intensified the vibrant fragrance, helping to further awaken her. Eli lathered her hair and rinsed her before smoothing a matching conditioner into her hair.
"That is lovely, Eli," Bella smiled.
"I love taking care of you. And I'm not done, baby," he told her as he reached for a bottle of body wash and a washcloth, also on the convenient little shelf. Lathering the washcloth, he pulled her slightly out of the water. When he'd achieved a rich lather, Eli began scrubbing every inch of Bella's body with the floral scented body wash. She moaned as, in the process of cleaning, he rubbed the last of the tension from her body. Along with the release of tension came a return of arousal and he'd yet to touch her in an overtly sexual manner since entering the shower.
Eli went to his knees to wash her below the waist, lifting one of her feet to the bench next to them. Bella reached a hand out to the wall to balance herself. Starting at her foot, he gently rubbed up her leg, stopping short of the juncture of her thighs. He repeated the process on her other leg. By this time, Bella was moaning in need. Finally, Eli brought the cloth to her aching cunt. Using just a single cloth covered finger, her washed along her slit, sliding inside to give her a thorough cleaning. Bella was moaning at the wonderful friction against her clit. Abruptly Eli stood.
"Let's get you rinsed," he told her, his voice rough with arousal.
Bella couldn't speak, could merely nod. Eli reached for the handheld sprayer and began to rinse her off, paying extra attention to her large, hard nipples on her very plump breasts. Bella's fingers curled into the tile on the shower wall, moaning in pleasure.
