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“Sweetheart, I’m going to run you a bath.”
He took her chin in his hand and brought her face up to look at him.
“I know this is a shock. I know it’s hard. Nothing could have prepared you for this. I’m so sorry. Nathan thought the world of you darling; but I need you to listen to me. It’s hit us all very hard but this was what we signed up for, me and the others; we’ll always be soldiers. Nathan loved what he did and he did it to keep people like you safe. He died doing what he loved. You have to realise we’re a different breed; this is what we do.”
“But I don’t want you to do it if that is what happen.”
“It’s a job that needs doing,” was all he said.

He lifted her up with ease. “It’s time you got up.” His manner stern and no-nonsense and she was glad for this strength and direction, his firm control to make her function.

“Come into the bathroom with me, it’s nice and warm in there, let’s get you in the bath.”

As he ran the water, she sat on the edge of the bath watching his tender care of her.

As he poured in some sweet smelling oil he said, “He wouldn’t want you to cry over him. He would want you to carry on. More than ever now, we all need each other. We’re here to look after you Gabrielle.”

She sat naked, having no need to cover herself up; he had seen every inch of her many times over, knew her body intimately. As she stepped into the bath he pulled up the chair to sit beside her. She lay looking into Conrad’s deep brown eyes, taking strength from his firm jaw and chiselled features, mirroring the force of his character.

“Don’t you get scared?”She asked him.

“Of course, but with that comes the most incredible rush of adrenaline, the most exciting feeling in the world, an intensity that’s like nothing else. Well...” his eyes took on a deeper hooded expression, and she knew what he was about to say. “There is one thing like it, and you know what that is very well.”

She smiled back at him, thrilled and excited by him alluding to their forbidden acts of dark sexuality here in the Club.

“That’s why I think we’re like this with you. That’s why we need you the way we do; the extremity of what we do together, why we crave that.”

Even talking about it aroused him enormously as memories of their many encounters reached his cock instantly, images of his cock pounding her as the others watched and joined him, gave him a hard-on just sitting here.

“Woman, you have no idea how much we need you; no idea at all.” His voice had deepened in his desire.

Before she had met them, Gabrielle had never had any idea what it felt like to be needed so strongly, to be desired with a consuming passion that had become an obsession. The things these men did to her; there was no comparison to the sex she had before; the extreme ways in which they proved how much they wanted her.

Conrad leaned over the bath and took her face in his hands, bringing his lips down to hers and kissing her gently, slowly, with a depth of emotion that astonished her, a connection that she felt so deep between them. His hands cupped her face as his tongue caressed hers smoothly and tenderly. He struggled not to take things further, knowing that he could not betray the others by having her to himself, couldn’t break their bond and go against their sacred agreement, and so he let her go and bent to his knees to wash her body with his hands, not sexually but in a protective paternal way and as he realised that, he began to acknowledge that the feelings he had developed for her were deeper than he had wanted or expected them to become, and he knew he had to be careful now.

Gently he washed her breasts, their softness so pliable in his hands and he marvelled at the natural beauty of her, not a perfect body but completely natural with no pointless surgery to artificially enhance her, and though her breasts were not as big as cosmetically created ones, they were real and fleshy and round; handfulls that he could squeeze softly.

His hands left her breasts to reach between her legs and wash her there, even though last night, for the first time, they had not fucked her, and it now felt too long since they had taken her; her legs spread wide open for them to see her beautiful sex, to plunge deep inside of her and seek their benediction.

Slowly his hands pushed her legs apart and he put his hand between them to touch her most intimate place, his fingers spreading the lips of her pussy open, knowing he needed to stop, and he dug his hand into his pants and pulled out his phone, calling Trent.

“Get in here. I’m with Gabrielle in her bathroom. Bring the others.”
He put the phone back in his pocket.
“I think it’s time we reacquainted ourselves with your body. Four days has felt like a hell of a long time without you,” but he pulled his hand free from between her legs; the desire to bring her to orgasm with his fingers taunting him as he impatiently waited for the other to join him. He wanted to pull her from the bath, bend her over it and pound her; release his anger, his pain; his need to exorcise the grief from his mind.

Trent and Brandon walked in, their strides purposeful, their faces hard yet heartbreakingly handsome, both dark haired and firm-jawed; Brandon’s five o’clock shadow lending him a swarthy look and Trent’s deep blue eyes set off even more by his near jet black hair. They looked like modern-day Knights, astonishing in their physical appearance, both tall and broad, hard and firm; solid bodies exquisitely defined by their muscles.
 

Conrad reached for her to pull her from the bath, wrapping the towel around her and sitting her on his lap to dry her off, his erection straining against her thigh as he dried her breasts, back and arms, bringing the towel to the front of her and drying her thighs before rubbing it purposely vigorously between her legs, his hand grasping her soft mound through the towel and squeezing it, feeling her welcoming plumpness, pulling the towel through her legs back and forth deliberately stimulating her crotch, the friction on her clitoris awakening a fierce need she’d repressed for the last few days.
“Gently Conrad.” Trent warned him, realising that Conrad was being unusually rough with her and that he might hurt her, and he pulled the towel from Conrad’s hand and threw it to the floor. Going into a crouch in front of her he said to Conrad, “Hold her thighs open for me.”

With his fingers he pulled open her pussy lips and immediately brought his head between her legs, sticking his tongue deep inside her, feeling her lips fold back around the sides of his tongue, encasing it with her lips in the most intimate sensation as he stuck his tongue up into her, driving it deep into her with forceful thrusts, his face pressed tightly against her as he pulled out his tongue and sucked her clitoris into his mouth, pulling her into him, devouring her with a hunger that was astonishing, and the suction on her clitoris had her reaching to him, grabbing his head, pulling his face against her and into her further if that were possible; she wanted to grind her pussy on his face and she bucked her hips from Conrad’s lap practically squashing Trent’s face between her legs, her sexual appetite ravenous after days without them.

Kane was enjoying the view, the sight of her rolling her eyes in abandon as she thrust against Trent’s face, his cock pressing uncomfortably against his pants, and he unzipped and pulled it out, walking to the side of her and reaching for her face, pulling her to his cock, taking it in his hand, rigid and inflexible and pushing her head down onto it, needing her to suck it, needing to fuck her mouth, unable to hold back.

The atmosphere in the bathroom was tense and fierce, and they all knew deep down that this new roughness was driven by their grief, their need to banish it, to lose themselves in sexual nihilism; an aggression in them Gabrielle had not seen before but that she herself felt. She latched onto Kane’s cock with her mouth, taking it in, sucking on it hard as he pushed it deep into her mouth.

The room smelt of raw sex as Gabrielle’s pussy dripped into Trent’s mouth and Conrad could barely contain his pressing erection for her. Unzipping, he pulled out his cock and lifting her buttocks up from his lap with firm hands he pushed his cock between the cheeks of her ass, squeezing her cheeks together and squashing his cock between them, pumping his cock thrusting upward, his cock almost reaching Trent’s mouth as he rolled his hips and rubbed the head of it between her cheeks, the friction of it getting him off alone without even being inside her as she continued to fuck herself against Trent’s mouth, rubbing her clit all over his face in her writhing.

The teasing sensation of Conrad’s cock rubbing against the tender rim of her ass reminded her of much of their previous times together when they had taken her past the point she had never been before and fucked her in ways she had never dreamed of doing before, and the memories of that drove her to orgasm as she came against Trent’s mouth letting out a long moan of carnal satisfaction at what she had done, all the while Kane’s cock pumping in her mouth as he fucked her face, barely holding back, his balls slapping against her chin, his raw masculine scent filling her nostrils, his roars of pleasure loud in the confined space of the bathroom as he kept reaching the point where he would nearly come.

Trent was desperate to fuck her after she had come all over his face, the scent of her sex filling his nostrils, driving him crazy. He rose and as he watched Conrad’s cock pocking up between her ass cheeks as he pumped between them, Trent grabbed his cock and plunged it straight into Gabrielle’s cunt, soaking wet from her orgasm and her muscles inside grabbed him tightly as he entered her, trying to pull him even deeper into her as if he needed any help from the pounding he was giving her; pure primal urgent need running through every sinew of his body, his grief driving him on to a ferocity he was not used to forcing on her but he could not hold back and Conrad found it near impossible not to cum as his cock felt the vibrations of Trent’s fevered thrust, the speed and force he was using, though not hurting her but fucking her like she’d never been fucked before, the wildness in his eyes, the intensity of a hunger so strong as they seared into her, pure male dominant power that she yielded to, bonding her to him with a passion stronger than anything she had ever known, and he came hard into her, his thighs locked as he shuddered against her and he threw his head back with a guttural roar.

Pulling out of her he moved aside quickly to let the other brothers at her and Kane pulled his cock from her mouth urgently to fill her cunt with it, as Conrad knew that Kane would have to be quick or he would end up shooting his cum between her ass cheeks as he held them squashed against his cock, her delicious fleshy softness encasing them completely in a tight erotic embrace, but Kane was quick; he had stopped himself several times from cuming in her mouth, easing off and slowing down, wanting to bury himself in her, re-claim her after her absence.

She knew they all had strongest will-power she had ever witnessed, being harnessed, she presumed, from their hardened time in the military. The discipline they showed was incredible. As Kane took her hard and fast, Trent leaned against the wall of the bathroom, recovering and taking in the beautiful sight of her, legs spread wide open receiving Kane’s cock, her face a study in decadent pleasure as Kane fucked her and Conrad thrust his cock between her cheeks.

Brandon was almost out of control as he stood watching, his cock hurting him as it strained and his balls aching to get at her. As Kane pulled out of her, Brandon took his place and plunged his cock into her wetness, luxuriating in the slippery wetness of his brothers’ cum inside her. As Brandon pounded her, Conrad exploded between her ass cheeks, his cum shooting up hitting her pussy and Brandon’s cock in a filthy display as Trent and Kane watched it, and Kane carried on pounding her cunt without hesitation, pumping his thick cock hard into her, driving her further into orgasm again as Trent and Kane held onto her tits, pulling on her nipples erotically, watching her get fucked as Brandon drove her hard until they both came against each other in wild abandon.

Trent picked her up into his arms off of Conrad’s lap, and carried her down the stairs to the huge shower they had installed where there was plenty of room for them all, and as the water ran over their bodies Gabrielle was caressed and washed by them all, their hands running over every part of her body softly, surrounding her and encasing her in a slow sensual devotion as though she were their most precious possession, the care they took with her.

Chapter Three

They had decided the entire day was to be dedicated to sexual pleasure. Usually she did not stay the night, returning to her apartment in the early hours to sleep and study during the day time, retuning in the evening to the Club, but the tragedy had led her to stay with them the night before and though usually the men were not at the Club in the daytime either, off seeing to their multi-million dollar businesses, today they all needed to stay here together to work through their grief by taking their sexual demands to the maximum, to lose themselves in a hedonistic orgy of pure animal carnality.

The agreement between the brothers had been that none of them were to be in relationships, nor marry whilst coming to the Club, unless they chose to take that path, in which case at that time they would have to leave. Given that condition, none of them had anyone to go home to. This was in effect their home, and Gabrielle their woman.

They led her from the shower to the basement pool area, warm and softly lit with blue lighting lending the room a relaxing sensual air. The men, Kane, Brandon, Trent and Conrad had between them decided that before they dressed for lunch they wanted Gabrielle to pleasure herself on them.