Office Intrigue

by Nicole Edwards

  Two hours later, I was still kneeling beside Langston’s desk. No. Master. He wanted me to refer to him as such; therefore, I decided I would stop thinking about him as Langston, not wanting to do anything to upset him. I could tell that my disobedience had been bothersome to him and for some reason, it hurt to know I was responsible for it.

  While I remained with my knees on the pillow, which did very little to cushion me from the hardwood floor—I wasn’t lucky enough to be in Ben’s office, which was carpeted—my four bosses had continued about their day. Ben had come in to discuss something with Langston (shit, Master), neither man acknowledging me in any way. Then…Master had disappeared for a short while, but I heard him talking with Landon after that.

  Finally, Langston—damn it, I feared I was never going to get used to this—returned and he was once again sitting at his desk, his fingers hovering over his keyboard. I did my best to keep my eyes cast downward, but it was difficult. My knees and hips ached something fierce, my feet had long ago fallen asleep under my ass, and my back was throbbing from the position.

  It was now after five and I should’ve been gearing up to head home, but I knew better than to move from where I was.

  “I’m heading out,” Justin said, stepping into the doorway. “Need anything before I go?”

  “No,” Langston—or rather, Master—told him. “I’m good.”

  “All right then. See you both in the morning.”

  I noticed that Justin did not speak to me directly.

  “Actually,” Master called out, “is Ben still here?”

  “He is,” Justin confirmed.

  “Would you two mind coming in here for a few minutes?”

  He sounded somewhat hesitant when he said, “Not at all. Let me grab him.”

  Master picked up the phone and dialed someone. “I need you in my office.”

  A few minutes later, Ben, Justin, and Landon strolled in. I heard their footsteps pause near the door.

  “Have a seat on the couch.” Although Master didn’t phrase it as a question, it came out as a request, not a command.

  They did so without saying a word.

  I saw Master’s shoes appear in front of me, but I didn’t move.

  “Stand up, pet.”

  Thankfully, Master offered his hand and assisted me to my feet. My body was in outrage from the position and it took a moment to get my legs sturdy enough to hold me up. Surprisingly, Master didn’t rush me; however, I sensed that he wasn’t going to be overly patient.

  Once I was standing on my own, Master took my hand and led me over to the sofa opposite the other three.

  He took a seat and then turned me to face him before pulling me face down over his knee.

  “What are you doing?” I squealed, trying to move off him. I mean, I could tolerate a lot, and I was all for the sexual games, but this… No way.

  Surprised by the sudden movement, I planted my palms and toes on the floor, holding myself up as best as I could, absolutely shocked that he’d do something like that.

  “Be still,” he commanded.

  I’d never heard his voice so low. It caused me to still instantly.

  It took effort, but I reined in my outrage. Although I was highly embarrassed, I was also curious as to what Master had planned for me. Clearly, he hadn’t been making idle threats about punishment. I simply wondered how much I was going to like it. I figured it would be hit-or-miss if I based it on the books that I’d read.

  Master rested his hand on my butt. It was warm and I silently willed him to move it between my legs. Despite the fact that I was angry with him for making me kneel beside his desk for two hours, I was turned on by his touch.

  “Yesterday, I instructed Luci to be in my office at three o’clock this afternoon. I asked that she kneel by my desk and wait for my arrival. When I got here, she was at her desk, not where I instructed her to be. Isn’t that correct, pet?”

  “Yes, si—I mean, yes, Master.”

  “Direct disobedience requires punishment.” His hand squeezed my ass cheek. “I should go for at least twenty, but we’ll start out easy.”

  Easy? What did he consider easy?

  Only then did I realize what his intentions were. It actually made me hot to think about Master spanking me. Seriously. These were sexual games we were playing, so I knew whatever he had in mind was going to be enjoyable. It wasn’t like he would intentionally—

  Smack.

  “Ouch!” I screamed, trying to move off his legs again. That was far from enjoyable.

  “Do not move,” he growled roughly.

  I stilled, my ass smarting from his hand.

  “Count for me, pet.”

  “Count? Count what? I don’t—”

  Smack.

  I screamed when his hand landed on the opposite cheek, fire burning into my skin.

  “I didn’t hear you.”

  Then it all made sense. He wanted me to count how many times he spanked me. Talk about humiliating.

  “Do you want me to start over?”

  I shook my head adamantly and breathed out roughly. Although that was technically the second swat, I started from the beginning. “One.”

  Smack.

  I swallowed hard. “Two.”

  Smack.

  “Three.” I sucked in a breath as tears formed in my eyes. The man wasn’t holding anything back.

  Smack.

  “Four.” At this point, I was sobbing, the pain so great I thought I would lose it any second.

  Smack.

  “Five.”

  Master’s hand caressed my ass, making it burn more from his touch. I was crying uncontrollably now. I knew Ben, Justin, and Landon were all watching, but it didn’t matter.

  “I’m going to give you five more,” Master informed me. “You do not need to count.”

  Five more? There was no way I would survive—

  Smack. Smack.

  Smack. Smack.

  Smack.

  Oh. My. God! That hurt so fucking bad I could hardly breathe as the pain pierced my ass.

  Sobbing hysterically, I moved when Master shifted me on his lap. My stinging ass pressed against his thighs as he cradled me close to his chest. I didn’t even think about it, I simply wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face in his shoulder, letting the tears fall. His shirt would be wet when this was all over, but I didn’t care.

  “Thank you for taking the time to be here for that,” Master spoke softly to the others.

  “No problem,” Justin said. “I do have to head out now. But we’ll talk more in the morning? It looks to me as though the dynamic has changed.”

  “Yes,” Master confirmed.

  I didn’t lift my head, but I heard footsteps, which I took to mean everyone was leaving. I managed to stifle my sobs, but just barely.

  “Landon, I’d like you to stay.”

  “I don’t think that’s necessary,” his brother replied. “I’ll check in with you in a bit.”

  I could feel Master nod, then I heard the door open and close.

  “Look at me, pet,” Master ordered.

  I lifted my head and met his eyes.

  “Do you understand why I punished you?”

  I nodded.

  “Tell me why.”

  “Because I wasn’t kneeling when you arrived. I disobeyed your instruction.”

  “When I ask you to do something, I expect you to follow my orders. I was looking forward to coming in and finding you in my office. It disappointed me to see that you weren’t.”

  My heart ached at that knowledge. Knowing that I had disappointed him was the worst part.

  “That’s the last thing I want,” I told him. “I never want to disappoint you.”

  “Then I forgive your transgression,” he said.

  “I really am—”

  “It’s behind us, Luci. I don’t want to hear any more about it. That’s what punishment is for. It eradicates the transgression and we can move forward.”

 
; I was so confused by what was going on. None of it made sense; however, I couldn’t deny that I liked how gentle he was now being with me. Master cupped the back of my head and held me closer to his chest. I sat there for the longest time, trying to ignore the pain in my ass from the spankings while listening to Master breathe.

  “Are you better?” he finally asked.

  “Yes…Master.” It was still difficult to say the word aloud.

  “Do you have any questions?”

  I had a million, but none that I cared to ask at the moment, so I shook my head and offered a wary, “No.”

  “Don’t lie to me, pet. That’s the worst thing you can do.”

  “I’m being honest,” I told him. “I don’t have any questions right this minute.”

  “Fine.” He didn’t sound as though he believed me, but he was obviously placating me for now. Master shifted, helping me to my feet and turning me to face away from him. “Don’t move.”

  I heard the distinct sound of his belt buckle, and a minute later, he was pulling me back down on his lap, still facing away from him.

  I won’t lie, sitting down hurt like a bitch.

  Master reached around me and rubbed his cock against my pussy while I leaned into him, dropping my head back on his shoulder.

  What he was doing was enough of a distraction, making my ass feel a little better.

  “Do you want me to fuck you, little one?”

  “Yes,” I whispered, the need in my voice apparent.

  Perhaps I was deranged for wanting to be intimate with him. After he spanked me, embarrassing me in front of my other bosses, I probably should’ve wanted to hightail it out of the office and never come back.

  I didn’t.

  In fact, I wanted him more now than ever.

  “Ask me nicely.”

  I had no modesty when it came to that. “Please, Master. Will you please fuck me? I want to feel you inside me.”

  He pressed his lips to the side of my head and mumbled, “I fucking love to hear that.”

  Master placed the head of his cock at my entrance and maneuvered me so that the blunt tip pressed inside.

  “Place your hands on my knees.”

  I positioned my hands as he pushed me away from him, his fingertips gripping my hips as he slowly pulled me down onto his shaft.

  From his position behind me and the way he forced me to lean forward, I knew he could see his cock disappearing inside my pussy. The thought of him watching his cock claim my pussy was sexy. He must’ve thought so, too, because he continued like that for long minutes, pulling me onto him, pushing me off. It wasn’t long before my legs were weak as the pleasure overwhelmed me. I’d waited what felt like forever for him to take me again.

  “Put your knees together.”

  I did as he instructed, closing my legs while his cock was buried deep inside me. It caused the walls of my pussy to tighten, gripping him more firmly.

  “Place your hands on my thighs.”

  I did that, too.

  “Now fuck me. Ride my cock.”

  In that position, it was easier for me to have control, to lift and lower on his cock, and it allowed him to go impossibly deep inside me.

  “Faster, pet,” he said, his voice rougher than before. “Fuck me like you need me.”

  “I need you,” I whispered, wanting him to know that above all else.

  “Show me.”

  I pushed up, then dropped down onto him, impaling myself on his dick. Over and over, my movements were erratic as the sensations spiraled out of control inside me.

  “Come on my cock.”

  “Oh, God,” I groaned, feeling my orgasm as it rushed upon me. It didn’t take long before I was crying out.

  “Say my name,” he ordered.

  “Master… Oh, yes!”

  Master gripped my hips, holding me still as he fucked me hard from underneath. I could only imagine what it would be like if I was beneath him.

  “Again, little one,” he insisted. “Come again.”

  As he pounded into me, another orgasm crested, this one more powerful than the last. It stole my breath and all of my strength. Luckily, Master held me up while he surged deep within me. Seconds later, he jerked me down on him and I felt the pulse of his cock as he came inside me. His lips trailed across my shoulders, his breath warm against my back.

  “Luci…”

  I sank back into him and he held me close, his arms wrapped around me as his lips grazed my neck.

  “Thank you, pet.”

  I wasn’t sure what he was thanking me for, but his words made my heart swell.

  Thirty-Four

  I LEFT THE OFFICE THAT night feeling confused about everything that had happened. Not only that day but every day leading up to that.

  After stopping to grab a taco—my go-to comfort food—I went home and sat on the sofa in the dark, trying to recall everything that had taken place since the day of my interview. That had been almost eight weeks ago. Since that time, I had agreed to be shared by my four bosses, I’d gone on a pseudo-date with two of them, I’d been fucked by all four men, they had adorned me with toys, I’d been taught how to deep-throat, and now I had been publicly spanked.

  All while ramping up on my new job. The new job that I sometimes did while naked.

  It seemed as though I’d been shoved down the rabbit hole and I was now living in an alternate universe. It hadn’t seemed strange in the least until today. Until the change I’d witnessed in Langston.

  I had no idea what to think about it all.

  While I was sitting there, my arms curled around me, my phone buzzed with a text. I leaned over and picked it up. It was a text from Langston.

  Langston: Little one? How are you doing? Wanted to check in.

  Luci: I’m okay.

  It was mostly the truth. I was confused, sure, but other than that I was fine.

  Langston: How’s your ass? Still hurt?

  Luci: Not really, no.

  Langston: If it’s still bothersome, put some lotion on it. Something light. I should’ve done that while you were still in my office.

  Luci: I don’t think it’s necessary, but okay.

  Langston: I need to ask you a question.

  Luci: Anything.

  Langston: Are you familiar with BDSM? And I’m not just referring to what you’ve read in fiction?

  I frowned. The truth was, until I’d read that first book he loaned me, I’d never even heard about BDSM. Since then I’d devoured numerous others, but that was the gist of my experience. I decided to be honest when I typed my response.

  Luci: No. Other than what I’ve read in romance novels, I’m not very familiar with it.

  While I waited, I went into my contacts and changed his name to Master. For whatever reason, I’d started enjoying the way that it sounded. At least in my head. For me it signified a connection between us. I was sure I was overthinking things, but hey. It was all a jumble of chaotic nonsense slipping dangerously through my mind, and I was simply trying to deal.

  Master: Search the Internet and read up on it. We’ll discuss it more tomorrow, in the office.

  Luci: Okay. I can do that.

  Master: And Luci, I’ll expect you to ask questions. It’s not a cut-and-dried lifestyle. You will have questions. Good night, pet.

  Luci: Good night, Master.

  I pulled up my search browser on my phone, typing in BDSM. The results that came back were shocking. There was so much information, including online groups—more like communities—that lived the lifestyle.

  After an hour of reading a variety of blogs and online articles, my eyes were tired and I’d learned more than I’d ever wanted to know on the subject. Sure, it intrigued me, but it also frightened the shit out of me. That was what Master was into? There were so many variations from submissives to slaves, sadists and masochists, even some who were referred to as primals. I read about various honorifics, training programs of all types, punishments. There was a wealth of information av
ailable, along with just as many warnings about misunderstandings and people being in it for the wrong reasons.

  Finally, I managed to go to sleep, hoping tomorrow Master would enlighten me on this bizarre turn of events.

  •

  The next morning, I arrived in the office at seven thirty. Not for the first time in the past eight weeks, I felt a little hesitant as I got off the elevator. It was similar to when my bosses had agreed to pursue this unconventional arrangement. Only this time, it was moving in a direction that had me thinking nonstop and not only about sex.

  I’d been hoping to see Jordan’s smiling face when I arrived, but he wasn’t there, so I shuffled back to my desk and started the coffee.

  Once that was brewing, I looked at the calendar on my computer for a quick reminder of what my bosses had going on for the day. Then I saw the new toy demonstration, which was scheduled for one thirty, and my heart did a hop, skip, and jump right in my chest.

  I managed to move on to my email.

  Ben arrived at eight o’clock, Justin strolled in at eight thirty, with Landon only a few minutes behind him. All three men cast curious glances my way, but no one spoke to me. It was weird, but I tried not to think too hard about it as I offered and delivered each man his morning coffee.

  I thought for sure they were all ignoring me, but before I could get out of Landon’s office, he asked me to return.

  “Shut the door and have a seat.” His eyes met mine. “Please.”

  Swallowing hard, I followed his instruction, feeling incredibly shy and more than a little nervous.

  “How are you feeling today?”

  The question confused me. “I’m…uh…good.”

  “In comparison to yesterday,” he added.

  I sighed, managing to relax a little. “I’m fine. Mast…uh…Langston didn’t hurt me, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

  “I’m glad to hear that, although I hadn’t thought he had.”

  “He spanked me,” I declared, narrowing my eyes as I stared at him.

  “Did you deserve it?” he countered.

  Had I not read so much information last night, I probably would’ve said no. However, in the realm of BDSM, I had learned that discipline was a necessity.

  I nodded. “Yes. I disobeyed him.”

  “Did he leave any marks?”

  “No. Of course not.”