TREASURE (2 page)

Conrad swept her away from them with an arm around her waist and led her back up the stairs, into a lounge with soft leather couches and deep dark red curtains and carpet, lending the room a soft warm feeling. He sat her down on the couch next to him and opened a bottle of champagne. As he poured it she noticed the Rolex watch he wore, the gold cufflinks of his crisp white shirt, and she again realised the extreme wealth and exclusivity of the company she was in.

As he handed her the glass, he brushed her hair away from her eyes, softly running his hand through it, trailing his fingers across and down her face.

“Gabrielle, what we are looking for is a woman to pleasure, to adore, to spoil. You would never come to harm, you would never be hurt in any way, we’re men of honour and it’s not a promise I give lightly but I give it to you, as do all of my men here. We have a gentlemen’s code to protect you, to serve you.”

“I have no experience in this type of thing, this is not what I expected, and I’m not like that.”

“Very few women think they are Gabrielle. We’re single men, a very closely bonded group of brothers who have seen the worst there is to offer in various troubled parts of the world in our time as soldiers, the death and destruction we’ve seen has led us to appreciate the gentle tenderness of a woman’s touch, has led us to value the gifts of a woman and we need a woman to worship, to adore, to pleasure in gratitude.”

She had agreed to the drink because in truth she was mesmerised by the visceral masculinity of this softly spoken man. She was entranced by the idea of what he was suggesting to her, not imagining she would ever agree to it, but not wanting to end her time with him either, instead wanting to prolong it.

As she drank her champagne, the warmth of it spread inside her and she felt that she was able to relax a little as he continued to explain to her who he was, who these men were, and what they wished to do to her. There was no threat, only the most illicit and forbidden of suggestion, and she could get up and leave at any time, yet the subtlety of the most provocative and alluring anticipation built inside of her at what he might allude to next.

As she listened to him another man entered the room, in a suit exquisitely tailored, a natural grace in his movements, his body again well defined and in the peak of fitness. He was blonde, younger than Conrad, with startlingly beautiful grey eyes, a Roman nose and firm jaw. Utterly beautiful in the most rugged way.

“Nathan, let me introduce you to Gabrielle.”

Nathan bent down and picked Gabrielle’s hand up, bringing it up to his lips to kiss it. He sat beside her, Gabrielle now between the two of them.

“It is a real pleasure to meet you Gabrielle,” he said as his thigh brushed hers and she was sandwiched between the two men, their undivided attention fully on her.

Conrad continued, “Because we are a men’s only club, there are no other women here but you Gabrielle. We don’t wish for other women. We only seek one. We would like to share you in a union between ourselves. We want to cosset you, give you everything you ever dreamed. We would go at your pace, and never would we do anything you do not want us to do.”
 

Gabrielle sat thinking, recalling the day two months ago; the day she had lost her job and been sent home, only to find her fiancée in bed with one of the girls from the apartment complex, a girl she had thought was her friend. How her world had crumbled, locking herself away for weeks after throwing him out, and vowing to herself she would never let a man hurt her again, never allow her feelings to control her, did not want someone else to come along and break her heart again. When she realised just what these men were proposing she couldn’t help but admit to herself that she was excited by it deep down; the offer of absolute pleasure with no commitment, no-one to break her heart, no conventional relationship worries. Fleetingly she even thought what sweet revenge it would be on her fiancé, how there could not be a better way to get over him. The truth was, she would have sex with any one of these men purely on the grounds of their unbelievable attractiveness, their palpable presence, and their visceral confident raw sexuality, the like she had never come across before.

The library was dimly lit and in the early evening twilight, and with the champagne flowing Gabrielle became seduced by their charismatic presence, welcoming their devoted attention focused on her as though she were the most important thing in their world. She felt appreciated, wanted, and strangely respected in a way she never had done before.

“We want you to go away and think about it. We will be here for you if you decide you would like to spend your evenings with us. There is an envelope for you at the small desk by the front door.”

As Gabrielle started to rise from the couch Conrad put his hand to her face, and gently kissed her lips, before Nathan too kissed her, and Conrad’s hand began caressing her neck as Nathan’s kiss deepened and her mouth began to part automatically to accept his tongue. She felt Nathan’s hand brush against her thigh, beginning to stroke it gently, his fingers soft and slow as Conrad kissed her with the erotic rhythm of his tongue, his hand straying down to her blouse, running his finger across her breast slowly, feeling for her nipple and trailing his finger around its tip as Nathan’s hand travelled across her thigh to her lap, touching her soft mound, feeling the plumpness between her legs and Gabrielle felt the stirring inside her, naturally, instinctively, aroused so quickly by the sharing of her between the alluringly sensual actions of these two dangerously attractive men. Nathan’s fingers slid down between her legs and he ran them between her cleft, already wet through her panties.

Suddenly they stopped, although she did not want them to, and they helped her up from the couch and said good night to her.

She walked out of the library and as she reached the front door she saw the envelope. She picked it up and let herself out of the door, remembering the pool below her where she had seen the two other gloriously naked men.

When she reached her apartment she lay on her bed, revisiting the mysterious evening she had just had, the seduction of her by the suited men who treated her as though she were a precious possession, who had brought her a forbidden pleasure of the kind of fantasies a woman could only dream of, and she felt as though she had been awakened into a darkly erotic secret world she had never known could exist. Shocked that she had so willingly allowed them to seduce her yet willing it to continue.

She read the contents of the large envelope, explaining to her what it was they sought from her, sought to give her, their exclusive desire for her alone, their most precious pet. Inside the envelope was a significant amount of money, more than she could have earned in a year at the bookshop. And though initially she felt sordid, the letter clearly explained to her that if she were to visit them in the evenings, she would not be able to work in the day time and so it was given to her to provide for her needs, to ensure she would not have to worry about finding another job and working full time. It also stipulated that if at any time she chose to leave them, to stop, she could walk away and keep the money, that they would only wish her well if she chose to leave them.

Gabrielle put the money back in the envelope, placed it on her bedside table and got herself ready for bed. Climbing in she lay and looked at the envelope, thinking about what they had written to her, the loving way in which it had been worded, and as she lay in the dark her mind relived the events of the evening as though it had been an erotic imaginary dream.

Chapter Two

The next morning Gabrielle woke from dreams of sex with strangers in immaculate suits, handsome faces and firm virile bodies; the men she had met the night before. She had not been able to get them out of her mind, and though in the light of the day she realised there was no way she could involve herself in so debauched an arrangement, so completely alien to anything she had ever done before, as the day wore on and she sat at her computer job searching, she could not keep her mind focussed on the job listings, drifting off in her mind to fictitious scenes with the men at the club, sexual acts running through her mind, images creating the wildest of fantasies with them, the raunchiest of sex scenes flooding her mind, and as she got up from the computer she felt a wetness between her legs from her unexpected arousal; filthy images in her mind as she remembered their beautiful firm bodies, their muscular physiques and she imagined them touching her, fucking her, each of them taking their turn with her. 

After talking herself out of it continually throughout the day, as the evening wore on she sat with a glass of wine considering her bleak jobless future and the desertion by her fiancé, and wondered why she should not return to the Club. They had promised they would look after her, be careful with her, do nothing she did not want them to do to her, and she told herself this was something that would never be offered to her again if she turned it down. She would never experience something that was the stuff of the most erotic fantasies every woman might secretly wish for.

Hesitating no more, she changed into one of her few dresses and quickly put on a little make-up, before rushing out of her apartment and calling a cab.  

Outside, nerves gripped her and she almost turned back before she rationalised that she was just here to talk again, to get clarification on their plans; that she could walk away at any time.

Conrad opened the door to her and led her in, taking her coat.

“It’s lovely to see you Gabrielle.” He took her into his arms and kissed her, without inhibition or restraint. “Come and join us, spend a relaxed pleasant evening with us. Everyone is downstairs in the pool. Come and watch.”

As he led her down the staircase he said to her, “Remember Gabrielle, we will never do anything to hurt you, you have our word.”

They went down to the pool where four men were playing water polo. She had seen three of them last night, but there was another, his dark hair slicked back in the water, his shoulders broad as he reached into the air for the ball and hurled it at one of the others.

They played for a few minutes longer, as Conrad pulled Gabrielle onto his lap and stroked her hair. She watched them climb out of the pool, shaking the water from their hair, and Gabrielle saw that they were all naked again. She watched in awe of their glorious forms, their confident inhibition, and erotic stirring ran through her at the thought of them touching her, caressing her. Conrad’s hand stroked her back, reaching up to caress the back of her neck, and turning her toward him he began to kiss her neck tenderly as Gabrielle watched the men. His other hand ran slowly up her leg, to the inside of her thigh, and as one of the men approached her, Conrad’s fingers reached between her legs and gently began to stroke her there, as Trent reached for face and kissed her passionately, his tongue entering her mouth in hot desire, as his hand reached for her breast, feeling her fleshy softness and he stoked her nipple, rubbing it as Conrad’s finger stroked her clitoris, throbbing against his finger. She could feel Conrad’s hard cock beneath her and in front of her Trent’s cock was inches away from her, erect and glistening as he fondled her breast. He reached for her hand and placed it on his cock, the size of it filling her fist as she held it. The others joined them as Conrad hooked his fingers into her panties and pulled them down, exposing her to the men surrounding her, all of their cocks inches from her, surrounded by the most beautiful men full of desire for her.

Kane crouched before her, his thighs firm and strong and he put his hands on her thighs, and gently brought his tongue to her pussy, licking at it slowly, lapping it as Trent held her breasts in his hands. Kane’s tongue reached her clitoris, rolling his tongue around it expertly in the most exquisite exploration of her as the other men watched.

Before things went too far, Conrad suggested that they go upstairs and wait for the men to dress and join them, finding it difficult to stop with his cock hard against her.

Shortly after, they all met around the long desk of the Library, softly lit and warm. This was where they held their meetings, this was where tonight they discussed freely their desires and what they wanted to do to Gabrielle. They all spoke openly with ease, comfortable with each other, knowing they were bound by a brotherhood that enabled them to be honest and hour able with each other, maintaining their agreed standards and boundaries, and as Gabrielle sat on the couch watching them, listening to them, she had never felt so desired nor utterly aroused as they described the things they wanted to do to her. At the end of the meeting, having agreed all of their plans for her, they would celebrate with Gabrielle herself.

The bond these men shared was sacred, developed and deepened over their years of serving together in the Military, laying their lives on the line for each other, loyalty and brotherhood the tenets by which they lived, and Gabrielle their gift to each other, their sacred property to be adored and shared. They had not done this before, it was Conrad who had come up with the suggestion, him being the older of the pack and therefore if anyone were their leader it was him. He had suggested the idea one night as they all sat together in the lounge, musing on a fantasy that had been playing on his mind for many years in truth, and as he half jokingly talked about it as they sipped their whiskeys that night,  the group realise just how aroused the thought of it was making them and they knew that now it had been raised by Conrad they wanted to follow through with the fantasy of making it a reality, that just his description of what he had fantasised for them all to be a part of had turned them on in an unusual and unexpected way, a way of bringing them even closer as a loyal group of men, exclusive in their arrangement, their secret brotherhood that would bind them even more in faithful loyalty to each other.