Ella Mansfield by Married to the Trillionaires Page B

so well to her new life.
     

Chapter Six
     
     
    April woke to the feel of Bill rolling between her thighs the following morning.  He made quick work out of screwing her senseless before dropping a kiss on her lips.  “I’ll see you this afternoon.  Make sure you leave that dildo alone.”
    She nodded.  The men had decided to leave the dildo on the dresser for her, so she would constantly be tempted, but know there would be consequences if she gave into temptation.  After Bill left, she took a long hot bath and washed away the last of the fluids from the night before.  She wondered if she was pregnant yet, her hand caressing her stomach.  If she was, who did she want the father to be?
    She shook her head, unable to decide.  She had feelings for all of them.  She loved Bill for being so gentle and loving with her as well as providing a good home.  She loved John for his constant laughter and gentle touch.  She loved David for his sly looks and sweet cock, and surprisingly, she loved Steve for his wild ways and hard fucks of her.  How could she possibly decide who she cared about the most?  Was it even something a woman could do?
    When she got out of the tub at half past eight, Sebastian was waiting for her with his table set up.  He gave her an hour and a half massage, exclaiming as always about her tight thigh muscles.  She never responded, because they both knew why her muscles were so tight. 
    When she left the room from her massage, she was surprised to find David sitting in the living room waiting for her.  He grabbed her hand and dragged her back to the bedroom she shared with Bill.  He pushed her forward onto the bed with her ass in the air and unfastened his pants.  Without a word he plunged into her, driving them both to completion.  When he was done, he stood, zipped his pants, and grinned at her.  He kissed her on the cheek and left. 
    She sat on the bed, utterly bemused.  What had just happened?  Had he come home in the middle of the day just to fuck her?  She loved that idea. 
    She hurried into the bathroom, cleaned up and rushed to the kitchen.  “Maurice, I’m starving!”
    Maurice turned to her with his eyes dancing.  “You’re always starving.  It’s all the fucking you do.”
    She blushed.  “Just feed me.”
    He laughed, whipping up an omelet and setting it in front of her.  “There you go.  Now tell me why David was just here, looking all broody.”  He gave a shudder.  “I’d love to have a couple of hours in bed with that man.” 
    April glared.  “Stop eyeing my men, Maurice.” 
    Maurice laughed softly.  “I’ll try, but they’re all so…virile.”
    There was a knock on the door, and Maurice hurried to get it while April stayed out of sight.  He came to her a minute later.  “This is your clothing designer, Alex.”  He indicated a short man with green hair.  The man looked her up and down.
    April smiled, and held out her hand in greeting.  “I’m so glad you’re here.  I’m sick of his robe!”
    “And you should be!”  He sighed as if she was going to be difficult to work with.  “I’ll need to get some measurements.  Where can we be private?”
    “This way.”   She led him down the hall to the empty room they used for her massages.  “Will this work?”
    “This should be fine.”  He set down a big black bag and studied her, walking in a slow circle around her.  “There’s a lot I can do for you.  Do you have styles or colors you’re interested in?”
    She shrugged.  “The men just said sexy.  I think maybe p astel colors?  And lots of silk?”  She shook her head.  “I have no clue what I’m talking about.  Where I grew up I was only allowed to wear jumpsuits.  Nothing else.”
    “We’re going to fix you right up, dear.”  He patted her shoulder before pulling out a measuring tape.  For the next five minutes, he told her to turn, raise her arms, and bend while he measured her everywhere.
    “Let’s go