Free Here She Rules: The Chronicles of Erla: Book 1 by Kat Brewer

She really had no idea of the effect she had on them as she leaned casually against the door frame. She stood with one ankle crossed over the other, and the tendrils of hair that had escaped her ponytail curled about her face, flushed, dirty and sweaty herself, she was also sexy, strong, and compelling. Each man in the room felt his knees waver under her raw sex appeal. Mouths went dry, loins tightened, and hearts beat faster as she flashed them a lusty grin.  
    “Have you missed me?” she flirted shamelessly.  
    “Yes, Mistress,” they replied in unison.  
    Cassie had no idea she was the embodiment of every fantasy they had ever had . . . She was a beautiful Mistress who was powerful and dynamic, yet she was kind and gentle with them at the same time.  
    She strolled over, running her fingers across the moist bare flesh of each man, and, as one, they could hardly breathe when she touched them.
    “Well, that pleases me to hear. Have you finished your workout yet?” she asked.
    “Yes, Mistress,” they said.
    “Then, let us bathe.”
    The lusty grin showed itself again, and they rushed from the room, bowing and heading for the bathing room to ready her bath. Good God, she was beginning to love how they jumped to do her bidding. She went to her bed, removed her dirty clothes, and dropped them on the floor, knowing instinctively they would be picked up and laundered as soon as was humanly possible.
    Naked, she walked towards the bathing room. When she entered, they raised their eyes to her, and she could swear she heard some stifled groans. She just knew this was going to be very fulfilling . . . Very, very fulfilling.
    The water was still running into the tub when she stepped into the shallow depression in the adjacent floor. She pulled the lever, and water cascaded over her, rinsing away the dirt and grime from the day. The water was cold, and her nipples hardened. Glancing up, she was pleased to see the reaction of her slaves to this involuntary response. They were still wearing their loincloths, but she could see each man was in a state of arousal. Their desire was plain on their faces, and she reveled in her power over them.
    Cassie stepped out of the makeshift shower and into the hot water of the tub, and she groaned . . . It felt so good. Her men quickly joined her, and while she stood, they washed her thoroughly. Each swipe of the cloth against her flesh heightened her desire and anticipation of the pleasure to come.
    Once again, Aidan washed her hair, but this time, it aroused rather than relaxed her. She sat and watched them wash themselves and each other. Never in the history of time had there ever been a more arousing sight than the one they presented.
    “Aidan, come to me.” Aidan’s eyes flew to her face, and he was stunned to be the first one chosen, but he hurriedly obeyed nevertheless. She sat him down on the marble seat in the tub and straddled him as she leaned down to kiss him. Her lips played over his face while her hands slid down his chest. Cassie was reveling in the golden flesh which was so responsive to her touch. Muscles rippled beneath her palms, and she drank in the beauty of his physique. His manhood was long and hard, and she ran her thumb over the tip, playing with his opening as Aidan moaned and raised his hips. He was so sexy with his thick russet hair hanging wetly past his shoulders and his emerald-green eyes heavily lidded and dark with wanting.
    Slowly, she slid him into her, sliding down to fully impale herself upon him, and they both moaned. Cassie turned and caught the eyes of the others. She beckoned them, and they moved through the water towards her. She swept her hair over one shoulder, baring her neck. Kai moved up and began kissing her where her neck and shoulder met, and she reached back and ran one hand down his muscular thigh. Aidan’s mouth captured her nipple and drew deeply as Cassie rose up and down on his hardness. Cassie was moaning, and her