Brown Berengaria - Shared Possession [Possessive Passions 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read online

  Paul bounded off the bed and left the room, returning quickly with a small clock he set on the nightstand. “Only a little after five. Time for a nice long soak in the tub before dinner.”

  “Oh.” Chevaunne blushed. What was going to happen about cooking and housework? Would she be in charge of that now, or would they help her? And what sort of foods would they eat? All the foods at her wedding meal had been familiar to her, but the pomegranate juice at breakfast had not been. Learning some new recipes might be fun as long as the men didn’t complain if she made a few mistakes in the early stages.

  Sam pulled her to her feet. “I can see your mind whirring at a mile a minute. Come and relax. Let us wash you, and you can ask all those questions running through your head.”

  Sam held her hand as she stepped over the side of the tub onto the seat. Wondering how deep the tub was, she stepped farther off the seat and into the center of the tub. The water was considerably above her waist, almost to her breasts, which proved what she’d guessed as she stepped in—the tub was sunk well below floor level.

  “Wow. I bet you all learned to swim in here when you were little,” she joked.

  “Almost. We certainly played in here a lot when we weren’t allowed outside,” replied Jim.

  “From when I was five until I was eight, there was a lot of new building happening in the community center. That’s when apartment blocks gold and purple were built and also the new office block. All the younger adults were working very hard for long hours to do the building, and they worked in teams twenty-four-seven. Each day a group of mothers would come here and the children would play outside. Sometimes half a dozen children, other times just two or three acting as if they were our family. They would wear our clothes and their mothers would do a little work in our garden or orchard so the children could run around and exercise for a while. That was in case Green Ridge people saw them. So outsiders wouldn’t realize how many people are in our community.”

  “I’m three years younger than Jim, thirty-three to his thirty-six, but I remember bits and pieces of that time. There was one little girl who never wanted to go outside. She seemed afraid of the sunshine or something.”

  “Who was that?” asked Paul. “I was just a baby. I don’t remember anything at all about the building.”

  “Kesse. She works in the temple now and seldom leaves the temple precinct. You’ve heard a little of our childhood. Tell us a story from yours, Chevaunne,” Sam said.

  She thought for a moment then said, “I was an only child and for years asked my parents for a brother or sister every Christmas. But they were both only children and firmly believed a single child had more advantages than siblings. When I was nine they gave me a kitten, and I dressed that poor kitten in doll’s clothes, wheeled it around in a baby buggy, and treated it just like a real child. The poor thing eventually ran away. I must say, I can’t blame it.”

  “Is that why you became a nurse?” asked Paul, moving closer to her on the tub bench where they now all sat.

  “I don’t know. Maybe. I’ve always wanted to help people. I know making beds and changing bandages isn’t very exciting, but sitting and talking to people, hearing their stories, making them feel better, suits me. From time to time, I get to do something really worthwhile, like help a doctor save someone’s life or bring a new baby into the world, and that’s very special indeed.”

  “If you want to continue nursing, the hospital will welcome you,” said Jim.

  “They’ve almost finished adding a wing for the very old. Our seniors never used to live so long because they worked hard on their farms, and many had suffered much stress and persecution because they followed the traditional ways. Now we live here in safety and freedom, our diet is nutritious, and our drinking water is clean, so people are living much longer. But they need much more care in advanced age.

  “Some of them, their minds wander and they forget where they are and how to speak English. So we’re making a special senior’s place where the rooms all flow one into the other, and the only door they can see leads out into a central courtyard garden that’s fully surrounded by the other rooms of the wing. Each room looks out onto that garden. There they can sit in the garden and walk around as much as they like without ever getting lost.”

  “Jim, that sounds wonderful. I’d love to work there. I did some extra study in gerontology and the diseases of aging. I love sitting with the elderly and listening to their stories. So many of them have had truly fascinating lives. But what about my duties here? I mean—”

  “The decisions are for you to make. You decide which tasks you wish to do, if any. Our duty is to love you, to pleasure you, and to cherish you all the days of our lives,” said Paul, quoting the marriage vows. He took her hand and sucked the smallest finger into his mouth with such a carnal look on his face, her belly clenched and her pussy creamed instantly.

  “But you kidnapped me!”

  “Well, yes, it’s the way our people have always chosen their brides. Although technically it was abduction, not kidnapping, as no ransom was asked for,” said Sam.

  The serious look on his face made her smile.

  “So who does the laundry, and the cooking, and the cleaning here?” she asked, still a little confused.

  “We all help, depending on who is least busy. I do quite a bit of cooking because it’s something I enjoy,” said Sam.

  “I do a lot of what you would call the traditional household tasks, and Jim does mostly farm chores, but we all help each other. It’s up to you to choose what you wish to do, how much, how often, or if at all. The woman is the cornerstone of the family. The men must assist her,” added Paul.

  “I would like to learn how to cook some of your favorite dishes—”

  “And you must show me how to make your favorites,” broke in Sam.

  “Deal. I certainly won’t miss having to clean the bathroom.”

  Jim and Sam laughed, and Paul groaned.

  They all rested back against the side of the tub, and Chevaunne enjoyed the hot water lapping her breasts, breathing the steam deep into her lungs. It was still hard to believe she was here, married to three men, living a new life. Her entire life had changed in the blink of an eye.

  “Am I remembering correctly that you said you’d called me in sick this week and that someone was getting my things from the city? Or did I imagine all that?” she asked.

  “No, that’s right. George and Wang have picked up all your things from your apartment. We’ll move them into your room tonight,” replied Sam.

  “I need to write a resignation from my job and close my bank account, chores like that. I suppose I ought to write a list of things to do,” she added.

  “You don’t have to close your bank account. As long as you can do online banking, you may as well leave your money where it is, unless you particularly want to change it.”

  “But won’t I need to fill in a whole lot of paperwork now that I’m married?”

  “Not really,” said Jim. “Our society traditionally doesn’t use last names. Our people used to only have one name, but for legal reasons, people born here have all adopted a family name. You already have a last name, so you can keep it. Our women don’t take their husbands’ names, and the community pays all utilities bills and so on, so really there’s not much you need to alter. Your car is in the parking lot with all the other vehicles, and the mechanics will make sure it’s always in good condition if you want to drive anywhere.”

  “The next time we’re in the community center we’ll go to the administration building, and you can complete any forms you need to,” added Paul.

  “So easy,” she said, surprised.

  “Our lifestyle is simple and family-oriented. Over the years, the community has made everything as stress-free as possible for the people.” Sam grinned.

  “What is your last name? And how old are you, Paul?” Chevaunne asked, suddenly realizing there were a couple of major gaps in her knowledge about her husbands.
br />   “On official paperwork, Namgyal, but in conversations and in the outside world, Neal. And I’m thirty-one. My birthday is May twenty-third, Sam’s is July second and Jim’s is October fourteenth. Your birthday is April fifth, and you turned thirty this year,” he added, showing her the men had done some research.

  Jim stood and reached across to the sink, coming back with a big sponge and a cake of pink soap. “This is from Shiloah, some of their rose soap. When we shop, you need to tell us your favorite fragrances so we can make sure there’s plenty of soaps and shampoos you like.”

  “Oh, I like her rose products. I’d enjoy using them—unless—are they very expensive?” she asked hesitantly.

  “Anything bought and sold within the community is priced fairly to reward the worker for their labor with a profit but not place it out of the reach of the average person. Once we sell goods and services out in the world, all bets are off. They’re priced at whatever the market will bear. Because we have our own production and distribution system, such handmade goods as these bring our community a lot of money. Within the community, we have a system of credits giving all types of work an equal value. The dollars people earn in the outside world are taxed by the community at ten percent, which becomes community credits. The rest goes to the person who earned it,” said Sam.

  Chevaunne nodded and rested back in the tub.

  Jim dipped the cake of soap in the water to wet it, then rubbed it on the sponge. He handed the soap to Paul, lifted one of her feet out of the water, and rubbed the soapy sponge gently over her heel, along her sole, up the arch, then around her ankle. Finally, he rubbed each toe. Placing the sponge on the side of the tub, he massaged her foot using the soap to help his fingers glide over her skin.

  Chevaunne closed her eyes, leaning back against the tub. “Mm, that feels wonderful,” she murmured.

  He repeated the process with her other foot while Paul began soaping her hand and arm.

  Chevaunne’s eyes flew open as Sam lifted her up and slid in behind her to rub the soap across her shoulders. Then he used the pads of his thumbs to press and soothe his way across her back, releasing knotted muscles she hadn’t even realized were tense.

  “So good,” she sighed. “You make a mighty fine team.”

  Chevaunne allowed her mind to flow freely and just enjoyed the soothing hands and fingers of her three men as they stroked and soothed and petted her, leaving her feeling totally limp and relaxed.

  But not for long. She couldn’t help but notice Sam’s cock had grown very large and was now nestled deep in the crevice between her butt cheeks. Teasingly, she pressed back against him, rubbing his nipples with her back. They instantly grew hard and dug into her.

  Her pussy dripped with honey, a thicker, creamier wetness than the water surrounding them all.

  She opened her eyes and looked at Paul and Jim. They were both staring at her, lust hot in their eyes and their cocks standing straight up from their black nests of curls.

  Deliberately, she licked her lips and pressed her back into Sam, thrusting her breasts upward at the same time.

  All three men groaned.

  “I’ll cook for you later. Right now, I want to eat you,” gasped Sam.

  “Towels,” said Paul almost leaping out of the bath and grabbing a pile of fluffy towels from the shelf under the sink.

  Sam lifted her up, Jim took her and held her out, and Paul wrapped a big blue towel around her body.

  In moments, she was back lying on the bed, the towel was being rubbed over her skin, and then Sam’s head was buried in her pussy.

  Paul and Jim dried themselves perfunctorily then joined them. Jim rested her head on his lap, and Paul curled his length against her side. Each man played with one of her breasts, so she took a cock in each hand and began stroking from root to tip, root to tip, keeping her movements slow and steady. Occasionally, she added a slight twist to her wrist or stopped to press the pads of her fingers over the long vein on their shafts, loving the feeling of the life force pulsing there.

  Sam’s long fingers held her nether lips open as he licked the length of her slit and sucked the edges of her labia into his mouth, first one side, then the other. His tongue dove deep into her channel as he swiped it along her walls, gathering her cream. His nose nudged her clit, teasing the little bud and arousing her further.

  Gasping a little, Chevaunne concentrated on teasing the two cocks in her hands. She scraped a nail down the lengths then slid a finger under each foreskin, wiping the drops of pre-cum she found there over the heads. After a few more long, tight strokes, she let them both go with no warning, only to cup their sacs and roll their balls between her fingers.

  Sam’s attentions had moved to her clit, sucking it into his mouth, pulling it, elongating it, and nibbling across it, making her cream flood from her onto Sam. “Delicious,” he said. The ball of fire spiraling in her belly was close to igniting now, and she moved her hips restlessly.

  Paul and Jim took this as a comment on their teasing of her breasts, and each man’s fingers worked harder, teasing and stretching her nipples, cupping the mounds and stroking her skin.

  Paul twisted his body to bend his head and place his mouth on her breast, sucking both nipple and areola deep into his mouth. His movements wedged her hand against his body, but somehow she still managed to stroke his cock, tugging the hard shaft and squeezing as she tugged.

  Her arm was bent up to reach Jim’s cock because her head was on his knees. With one hand now trapped by Paul’s body, she really had to work her muscles to keep stroking Jim, but she concentrated on matching the movements of both hands, which was more possible than trying to treat men separately.

  Sam bit on her clit, and she came in an explosion of feeling, twisting the cocks in her hands hard as she did. Paul groaned deeply and cum spurted over her hand and nearby parts of both her body and his as he came with her.

  Sam flipped her legs up and drove his cock into her cunt, stroking deep and hard, two, three, four times, and then she felt his cum blast inside her as he came. He thrust a few more times, and then Paul was lifting her as Jim exchanged places with Sam. Jim surged deep inside her still quivering cunt and came instantly, his seed hot inside her as her walls rippled around him.

  Once again, the three collapsed onto the sheets tangled stickily together, sweat sheening all their bodies as they recovered from their loving.

  Soon, Sam crawled out from the pile. “I’ll shower first so I can start cooking.”

  When he emerged from the bathroom with a towel knotted at his waist, Jim said, “You go next, Chevaunne. Paul and I will change the bedding and tidy up this room while you shower.

  She nodded and moved on wobbly legs into the bathroom. Sam had set the hot tub to drain and had laid out the rose soap and several fresh towels for her. They were all so thoughtful. It may just be for this honeymoon period, but she could not fault their treatment of her, even if it had begun with a kidnapping—abduction.

  Chapter Five

  Kiri, Anh, and Shiloah took Chevaunne around and introduced her to their friends and their favorite stores. As the week passed, Chevaunne got to know people and find her way around the community. Some days she felt blissfully happy and contented, at other times, she questioned her own sanity in accepting her new lifestyle. Wasn’t it called Stockholm syndrome when victims of kidnapping—okay, abduction—thought that they’d fallen in love with their captors? Was that what had happened to her?

  Yet—the men were so loving to her. Surely their emotions were genuine.

  Chevaunne was so confused, some days she tied herself in knots trying to make sense of what had happened to her.

  She arranged to have lunch with the closest of her old friends the day she handed in her resignation. Jim accompanied her to town, driving her car, showing her the Green Ridge store, letting her wander around there and talk to George and Wang about the stock before they headed into the city. Her friends were happy about her new romance, approved of Jim, and we
re excited about the new job she was to start soon, working with the seniors in the new specially designed wing of the hospital.

  She didn’t mention she was married or say anything about New Thimphu, and although she wore the heavy gold bracelet, no one commented on it, which both saddened and relieved her simultaneously. Saddened that her friends either didn’t notice or didn’t consider it interesting enough to mention and relieved because she wasn’t quite sure what to say about it. Chevaunne understood that, although these were her friends and likely they’d have lunch together from time to time, both she and they had already moved on, her to new friends at her new home and them tightening the circle, filling the gap that once had been her place. It was a very strange feeling yet not a bad one, nor a good one. Just weird.

  “Are you okay about the changes?” Jim asked her as he drove her back.

  She nodded. Already, New Thimphu was home. The thought had flashed into her mind out of nowhere, but she instantly recognized its accuracy. She was welcomed there, accepted, had a place. Her old life was a door that had closed behind her, and although she may miss her friends and visit with them from time to time, she didn’t want to return to that old life.

  “Yes, my life lies with you, Sam, and Paul now, and I’m good with that,” she replied. As she said it, she knew it was true. She was all right with the idea of living in the new world the men had taken her to.

  So much had happened in one short week. She spent time most days with Anh, Kiri, and Shiloah, and their friends. She really liked Shiloah’s mother, Orna, and loved spending time in their garden.

  Dr. Russell, who seemed to be interested in Anh, was eager for Chevaunne to start work with the seniors. Construction of the new wing of the hospital was finished, but it was only semi-furnished and as yet unnamed. However, some of the seniors had already moved in, including Honored Grandmother. Occasionally, Chevaunne wondered if, had Dr. Russell not been there, Anh would have moved her great-grandmother in so quickly, but it was plain the old lady approved of Russell as well. He had two brothers and several sisters. She must ask Anh their names.