I still remembered waking up and finding them there. I honestly hadn’t expected it and it had warmed me in ways I’d never expected.
“They did leave before sunrise, allowing me plenty of time to get ready for work.”
“Very nice,” Landon praised. “I recall that night very fondly as well.”
Glancing over at Justin and Ben, I noticed that they were eyeing Landon and Langston. Truthfully, I was a little surprised that they hadn’t been told the story already. It made me feel good to know that Landon and Langston hadn’t shared that night with them. Although I did relay the details, knowing that they didn’t sit around and talk about me behind my back made me feel immensely better.
“Thank you for sharing that,” Justin said, his gaze returning to me before darting to the others, a smile forming. “And with that, I say we can conclude today’s meeting.”
And just like that, things went back to normal.
Although I wasn’t sure normal in this office resembled anything close to the definition in the dictionary.
Twenty-One
IT WASN’T UNTIL THE NEXT morning when Justin called me into his office that I felt the shift in the air. Something was going to happen today and my body could tell. It took a tremendous amount of willpower to remain calm and aloof. That certainly wasn’t in my nature, but I was learning.
“Shut the door, please,” Justin instructed when I entered his office.
I gently closed the door, enforcing a sense of tranquility over myself and wiping the smile from my face.
When I turned back to face him, Justin’s blue eyes were perusing me from head to toe. He didn’t speak until he met my eyes again.
Both days this week, I had paid close attention to detail, selecting outfits I hadn’t worn yet. Keeping them professional but sexy, in an attempt to catch their attention and to discreetly get them to notice me. Clearly, that hadn’t worked the way I’d intended.
Today I felt especially sexy with my black-and-white-plaid skirt and white button-down shirt with a sleeveless V-neck sweater that conformed perfectly to my body. I’d topped it off with a pair of white thigh-highs and Mary Janes. Both sweet and sexy, but still professional. Sure, I might’ve straddled the line of what was appropriately known as professional, but I didn’t care. They noticed me; that was what mattered.
“I’ve got a conference call in a few minutes,” Justin informed me. “I’d like you to be in here for it.”
Well, this was a first. I had yet to sit in on any of their individual meetings. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do, nor had I brought anything with me. “Do I need to get something to write with?”
Justin shook his head. “No, but you can strip.”
Heat traveled through every inch of my body as I stared back at him. Okay, so this wasn’t going to be a typical conference call, obviously. Then again, I wasn’t sure these men knew the definition of typical.
“Now,” he commanded, his eyes hot.
I couldn’t deny that I was a tad nervous. I had yet to disrobe—at least on my own—so I had to work up the courage. Based on the urgency in Justin’s eyes, I had to do it quickly, too.
I nodded, then managed to remove my clothes. I discarded one article of clothing at a time while he watched closely. I was waiting to see if he’d tell me to stop when I got to my bra and my knee-high stockings; however, he did not, so I took those off, too. Then I was standing completely naked in his office.
It was then that I experienced an entirely new sense of vulnerability. It was one thing to get naked for a man when you knew what was about to happen. Perhaps while making out, or even simply when he took you back to your apartment and informed you he was going to fuck you. However, it felt distinctly different to go to your boss’s office and have him instruct you to strip for him for a conference call.
Not a bad feeling, just different.
Justin got to his feet and moved over to the couch before holding his hand out to me. I loved the way his eyes roamed over my body appreciatively, the bulge in his slacks broadcasting his approval.
I moved slowly, hoping to appear graceful despite the nerves that racked my entire body.
“You’re beautiful, Luci,” he whispered softly. “I like seeing you naked in my office.”
Chills danced down my spine, his compliment warming me.
Justin kissed me softly, his tongue slipping into my mouth, moving against mine. I sighed, enjoying the gentle way he was treating me. Unfortunately, the kiss ended far too soon.
Justin stepped back, then unbuckled his belt before unbuttoning his slacks and lowering the zipper. He freed his cock, took a seat on the couch, then pointed for me to move between his legs. He tossed one of the throw pillows onto the floor between his feet.
“On your knees, Luci.”
Well. Okay, then. This was new.
And hot.
I knelt between his legs, admiring the thick, semi-hard length of his cock. Even in its in-between state, his cock was impressive. This was the first time I was seeing it, and admittedly, a thrill shot through me. The man was very well-endowed. Although he wasn’t quite as long as Landon and Langston, what he lacked in length, he certainly made up for in girth. I wondered how he would feel inside me.
He threaded his fingers into my hair and pulled me closer to him. “My conference call will last thirty minutes. I want you to tease my cock with that beautiful mouth, but do not make me come.”
I nodded, eager to do as he instructed.
“No matter what, you are not to stop. And you are not to make any noise. Understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
Without another word to me, Justin picked up the phone receiver and punched in some numbers. I could hear the faint ringing on the other end.
“Suck me, Luci,” he ordered, his eyes meeting mine once more.
Leaning in, I inhaled deeply, enjoying his musky scent and the erotic scrape of his leg hair against my palms. I took the head of his cock into my mouth, tentatively tasting him for the first time. He tasted like clean, healthy male. I imagined myself doing this for him daily, servicing him while he tended to his phone calls.
“Good afternoon, gentlemen,” Justin said into the phone. “How are things in your world today?”
There were a few beats of silence while I assumed someone spoke on the other end of the line.
Justin chuckled. “Yes. I can completely understand that. We’ve got some interesting things going on in our office, too.” Another chuckle. “Very well. I’m ready to get started when you are.”
Justin’s cock thickened, swelling in my mouth until he was steel-hard against my tongue. He didn’t seem to be paying me any attention; however, I could tell by the random twitch of his cock that he was enjoying what I was doing to him.
“I totally agree. I’m very interested in understanding how this particular product works.”
There was silence for a few minutes and I assumed whoever was on the other end of the call was presenting the new product that Justin was considering. Closing my eyes, I focused all of my attention on Justin’s cock, licking, sucking, teasing. I kept my pace slow, heeding his instruction to not make him come.
“I like the idea, Charles. Any chance you’d be willing to do a demonstration for me?”
I glided my tongue along the underside of Justin’s shaft, teasing as I moved down. His fingers slipped into my hair when I reached his balls and he tugged me forward. I took that to mean he wanted me to tease his ball sac, so I laved him with my tongue, then sucked each into my mouth, one at a time, then both.
“Actually, I have a willing participant,” Justin said, sounding pleased. “I’d like to schedule a meeting at my office. I think my partners would be interested in seeing the demonstration as well.”
Justin was absently rubbing my hair as I took his cock in my mouth once again. I lowered my head, taking him to the back of my throat. It reminded me of the other night, when Langston insisted that I take all of him. Figuring now was
as good a time as any to practice my deep-throat skills, I worked the head of Justin’s cock against my throat. It took patience and willpower to keep from gagging, knowing he’d told me I had to be quiet no matter what.
I pulled back before I gagged, but his hand tightened in my hair. He pulled me back down onto his cock, this time using force to press against the back of my throat. I relaxed as much as I could, remembering to breathe through my nose as he lodged himself into my throat. I swallowed and felt his leg muscles tense. I was pretty sure he enjoyed that, so I did it again before I retreated.
“Absolutely, Charles. She’s a good little plaything. It’ll be a worthy demonstration.”
I knew in that moment that Justin was talking about me. Oddly the fact that he called me a plaything didn’t upset me in the least. It had the opposite effect, making my pussy throb and my insides tingle.
“Perfect. She’s my secretary. Her name’s Luci. Pretty little thing. I’ll have her call you back to schedule a good time next week.” There was another pause, followed by, “I look forward to it. See you then.”
Justin disconnected the call. Rather than get up, he relaxed into the couch, not instructing me to do anything different, so I continued fondling him with my tongue and lips, savoring the taste of him.
His hand returned to my hair, slowly caressing me as though I was a favored pet. It soothed me, made me feel safe for some unknown reason. It didn’t matter that I was on my knees, his cock in my mouth, or that we were at work. It was a rush in and of itself to be doing something so naughty while the world continued around us.
“Such a generous mouth,” Justin mused.
I thought for a second that he was going to come, but Justin surprised me when he pulled his cock from my mouth. I remained kneeling before him, even when he stood and zipped his pants.
“Let’s see how juicy we can make that pussy,” he said, motioning for me to follow him.
Justin had me lie on his desk, my feet flat on the surface. He then proceeded to secure my ankles to my thighs with straps he pulled out of his desk drawer, keeping my knees bent. Another strap went over my hips, restraining me to the top of the desk. Once he was satisfied with that, he belted my wrists together, then pulled my arms over my head and secured my arms in that position.
My body heated as I realized I was completely at his mercy, unable to move. Flat on my back, my pussy on display…it was far more arousing than I would’ve ever thought possible.
His fingers slid over my labia, then between, teasing my entrance and my clit, but never giving me enough.
“Looks like you enjoyed sucking my cock.” His eyes lifted to meet mine. “Is that true?”
“Yes, sir.” No need to lie about it; the evidence was there.
He reached for his phone, punched a button, then spoke into the receiver. “I need you to join me in my office. Bring Landon and Langston, too.”
I assumed he was talking to Ben and my arousal spiked at the thought of all four men doing wicked things to me while I was helpless to resist.
While we waited for the others to join us, Justin absently caressed my pussy, coating my outer lips with my own juices.
“You’re so wet, princess. It makes me hard to feel your juices on my fingers.”
My breaths were already increasing as the pleasure ignited under my skin. His thick fingers were gentle in their teasing, somehow knowing exactly what I needed to ratchet up my arousal.
A minute later, the door opened. I couldn’t see the men walk in, but I could hear them talking softly.
“Oh, this is pretty,” Landon said, his head appearing in my line of sight. “Very pretty.”
“This little princess sucks cock like a dream,” Justin said, still stroking my pussy.
“I concur.” Langston’s deep voice rumbled through me as he leaned down and brushed his mouth against mine. “Practice makes perfect, right, little one?”
I nodded in agreement.
Justin continued to fondle me as he spoke. “One of my clients will be visiting next week to give us a demonstration of a new toy of his.”
“That’ll be interesting,” Ben noted, his fingers sliding over my pebbled nipples.
“I’m thinking our little princess will be the perfect person to demonstrate.”
“Is that something you’re interested in?” Ben inquired.
It was hard to think, much less speak, but I managed a breathy, “Yes, sir.”
Ben then glanced at Justin. “Just out of curiosity, what’d you need us for?”
Justin shook his head as though clearing his thoughts. “Wanted to show off our play toy. She seems to be doing really well here.”
Langston’s eyes met mine when he said, “She’s perfect.”
“I wouldn’t go that far,” Justin said. “Not yet, anyway.” His finger pushed inside me. “But she’ll get there eventually. Like you said, practice makes perfect.”
I tried to buck my hips, wanting Justin to fuck me with his finger. The strap across my hips kept me from moving, which only frustrated me more. My body was desperate for release. The tension was building as all four men continued to fondle me as they looked their fill.
“I’ve been giving some thought to our new arrangement. I was thinking that maybe we should dedicate certain days for each of us,” Justin said. “But then I changed my mind. I like making her guess what we’re up to, what each day might entail.”
The unknown was highly erotic; I couldn’t deny that.
“I agree,” Ben said. “I like her vulnerability.”
“I do like seeing her naked,” Landon tacked on.
Justin added a second finger, thrusting deeper and faster. “Since Thursday’s a holiday, pet, and we’ll all be out of the office for the rest of the week, I want you to make a note for yourself. When you arrive next Tuesday, I want you to remove your clothes, place them in your desk. I expect you to work like that all day.”
Landon chuckled. “The accountants in the building across from us are going to get a kick out of that.”
The idea of someone being able to see me walking around naked for my four bosses was strangely stimulating.
“I’ll be sure to give them a call on Monday to let them know,” Ben stated.
“She likes that,” Justin said. “Her pussy definitely likes that.”
“Is that true?” Langston asked, caressing my cheek with his thumb. “Do you mind if those men see you naked, Luci?”
I shook my head. “No, sir,” I whispered. “If you don’t mind, I don’t mind.”
“Good girl.” Langston glanced over at Justin. “Now make her come or step out of the way so that I can.”
“Fingers or cock?” Justin asked me.
“Cock,” I said breathlessly.
Justin freed his cock from his slacks as Langston moved to stand behind my head. Ben remained on my right side and Landon moved to my left. Three pairs of hands began stroking my body while Justin’s cock pressed against my entrance.
“Watch me while I fuck you, Luci,” Justin instructed.
I met his gaze and held it. He slammed into me without preamble and my lungs momentarily seized up as his cock stretched me.
“She’s got a sweet pussy,” Justin said, talking about me while maintaining eye contact. “I love the way it flutters over my dick.”
“Her ass is the same way,” Landon noted. “So tight.”
Justin retreated, then slammed into me again. He began fucking me in earnest while Landon and Ben pinched my nipples. My orgasm didn’t stand a chance. I felt the electricity radiate out from my core almost instantly. It intensified as Justin pounded into me, fucking me hard and fast. I managed to keep my eyes open, only I wasn’t sure how. The pleasure obliterated my mind, stealing my breath as it consumed me.
“I want to hear you scream,” Langston said, his warm fingers sliding over the pulse in the side of my neck. “Show respect for the man fucking you and scream his name when you come.”
I didn’t look away
from Justin, remembering his instruction. Seconds later, when my orgasm crested, I screamed loudly, his name tumbling over my tongue again and again.
Justin didn’t slow, continuing to impale me on his thick length, reigniting the flames inside me and driving me higher and higher.
“I want another,” Justin demanded. “Come for me again, Luci. And when you do, I expect you to say thank you, Mr. Parker.”
Ben’s hand slipped down to my clit and he pressed his thumb over the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Oh, God!” I squealed when he shifted his thumb in circles. “Oh, God! Yes!” My body tensed, my muscles locking as I came again. “Thank you, Mr. Parker!”
Justin slammed into me several more times, and when Ben and Landon pinched my nipples, he stilled at the same time my body tensed with another mind-blowing release.
Twenty-Two
THANKSGIVING REALLY WASN’T MY FAVORITE HOLIDAY.
In fact, I didn’t have a favorite holiday. Valentine’s usually sucked big, hairy donkey balls. Since I wasn’t Irish, St. Patrick’s Day held no appeal for me either. However, Thanksgiving and Christmas were the loneliest as far as I was concerned.
See, my mother didn’t celebrate holidays. Not since my father died had she celebrated anything, really. My birthdays weren’t big events for her either. Sure, she usually sent me a gift card, but nothing that she’d had to put any thought into. When I called her this morning to see if she and Jim were doing anything for Thanksgiving, she told me she was enjoying a rare day off and she intended to go to bed early.
So, while plenty of people were spending the day with their families, enjoying big feasts, I was sitting at home watching Netflix. I couldn’t even get in the right mindset to read. All those books I’d been devouring held very little appeal right now. Mainly because the fantasy wasn’t living up to the reality. Which I thought was the opposite of how it usually was, so there was that.
However, I found I missed being at the office. Since all the stores were closed, I had nothing to do but chill at home. Alone.
Then again, a nap sounded just about perfect.
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