Office Intrigue

by Nicole Edwards

  I didn’t realize I’d dropped my gaze to the floor until Master’s fingers curled beneath my chin and nudged my head so that I was once again looking at him.

  “I’m not looking for any other submissives, pet. I’ve spent a long time searching…for you.”

  And that was the moment that I realized I was utterly devoted to this man in every way. Should he ask, I would give him every bit of my submission.

  Only, I got the feeling that wasn’t exactly what he wanted.

  Not entirely, anyway.

  Thirty-Seven

  “LUCI,” JORDAN GREETED WHEN I answered the phone. “Mr. Daniels is here for a one thirty appointment.”

  “Thanks. I’ll be right out to get him.”

  I immediately got to my feet and headed toward the front, not wanting to leave Mr. Daniels waiting. He was a client and it was very clear that my company put their clients first. As it should be. And this was the first time that I had the pleasure of meeting one of their clients, so I wanted to make a good impression.

  After my conversation with Master this morning, business had resumed as usual. It was as though nothing had happened and I was beginning to see that my bosses managed the overlap between business and personal much better than I did.

  The only thing that had really changed was how I referred to my four bosses. When I typed correspondence, I used Mr. in front of their surnames, including when I sent emails to Master. Something told me that the relationship we’d established—whatever it might be—was not to interfere with work, but I was determined to show a certain level of respect.

  And though things in the office hadn’t been awkward, I had spent most of the day thinking about this demonstration. I couldn’t deny that my emotions were chaotic. I was both nervous and excited.

  “Good afternoon, Mr. Daniels,” I greeted, holding out my hand to the formidable man in the finely tailored suit.

  He appeared older, mid-forties if I had to guess. His jet-black hair was graying at the temples and blended nicely with his salt-and-pepper goatee. He was what I’d consider average height, probably right at six feet with a lean body and big hands.

  For some strange reason, he reminded me a lot of Master. Maybe it was his mannerisms or the way he carried himself. There was something distinctly commanding about his presence.

  He kindly took my hand, then lifted it to his lips. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Wagner.”

  I felt Jordan’s stare and I glanced over to see his eyes were wide as he took in the scene before him.

  “We’ll be setting up in the back conference room,” I informed him.

  Mr. Daniels turned and nodded to two men who were seated in the lounge area. They retrieved several black bags, a couple of hard cases, and a large mirror from the floor, then came to stand behind him. I turned and led the three men down the hall and into the conference room.

  “Would you like the blinds open or closed, Mr. Daniels?” I asked, knowing it would be up to him.

  “Open, please.”

  “Yes, sir.” I hit the button to raise the blinds. “Is there anything you need before the meeting starts?”

  “Just a little privacy.” He then held out one small bag. “I’d like you to take this to Mr. Parker and let him know my assistants will notify him when we’re ready.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  I returned to my desk and found Justin coming out of his office.

  “Mr. Daniels is getting set up. He said he’d let you know when they’re ready.” I held up the bag. “He asked that I give you this.”

  Justin smiled down at me and nodded toward Master’s office door. He led the way and stopped just inside Master’s office.

  “It’s been requested that Luci wear this for the demonstration.” Justin turned to me. “Please take Langston the bag.”

  I carried it over to him and set it on his desk.

  Master peeked inside briefly, then lifted his head and nodded to Justin. His expression never changed. “I’ll see that she does.”

  Justin nodded. “Once they’re set up, I’ll have the assistants return to the lobby and I’ll lock the doors until the meeting’s over.”

  “Perfect,” Master replied.

  Justin left the room. I started to follow.

  “Hold up, pet,” Master called out. “Please come back.”

  I returned to his side. He got to his feet and cupped my face. It was just one of the many ways he touched me. I liked that he did it. It made me feel special, as though I meant something to him.

  “You and I haven’t been over your limits yet. We’ll do so tonight over dinner. In the meantime, Justin has offered your assistance in demonstrating one of his client’s new toys. You mentioned before that you’re willing. I want to make sure that’s still the case.”

  I couldn’t deny that the notion scared me. Conversely, my curiosity was getting the best of me. “Do you know what it is, Master?”

  “I do, and I can assure you, it will only bring you pleasure. And after discussing with Landon, we’ve decided that we will not allow Mr. Daniels to touch you during the demonstration. Not in a sexual manner.”

  I nodded, considering this for a moment. He didn’t offer to tell me what the toy was, which meant he didn’t want me to know.

  His thumb brushed over my cheek. “None of us will allow any harm to come to you, Luci. I assure you of that. I don’t believe this will push your limits based on what you’ve been willing to do thus far. However, at any time, should it begin to be too much for you, you can use your safeword.”

  I’d read about safewords. It was a word submissives used to stop a scene or situation they weren’t comfortable in. If I were to merely say stop, they wouldn’t take that as my desire to really quit. Often, during passionate interactions, people used the terms no and stop when in actuality, they were simply speaking for the sake of speaking aloud. For safety reasons, safewords were used as an automatic stop to all play. Like a failsafe.

  “We’ll be using red as your safeword. Anytime you feel as though you cannot take any more, you will simply call it out. Ensure that you’re loud enough to be heard. Under no circumstance will play continue should you use it.” He used his thumb on my chin to tilt my head back farther. “Keep in mind, we will be pushing your boundaries at times. That will be our pleasure to take. You have to trust us to know what is right for you.”

  “I trust you,” I whispered.

  “I want that to be true, Luci. However, I want to earn that trust. So go with your instincts.” Master leaned down and pressed his mouth to mine. It was a gentle kiss that left my lips tingling when he pulled back.

  “I will, Master. I promise.”

  “Very well. And if one of the Doms asks you what your color is…” He tilted my head again, ensuring I was looking him in the eye. “Green means you are fine and you’re good to continue. Yellow means you’re hesitant and need a moment to collect your thoughts or that you feel as though you can’t be pushed any further. If you ever need time to collect yourself, feel free to call out yellow. It will allow us to discuss your hesitations before we continue. Understood?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  Master released me, then turned to the bag on his desk. “Please change into this, then return to your desk. When we’re ready for you to join us, someone will call you.” He reached out and ran his hand over my hair. “And pull your hair up. We don’t want it to get in the way.”

  Taking a deep breath, I nodded, then watched as Master left his office. He didn’t close the door behind him.

  I was both nervous and excited about what was to come. This had initially started out as an erotic game, but it seemed to be moving in a much different direction. One that involved rules and structure, something I wasn’t at all turned off by. Master helped to make me feel grounded. I liked the feeling.

  I pulled out the items in the bag, which included a pair of white knee-high stockings and a white lace bra that wasn’t much of a bra at all. It had an underwire, bu
t it did not have cups, which meant my nipples would be exposed. And last but not least, there was a pair of white crotch-less panties. They were frilly and sexy as all get out.

  My breath came in rapid pants as I stared at the ensemble. It was definitely sexy, however, it meant I would be basically naked in front of a man I didn’t know. It was one thing to be naked in front of my bosses, but this was taking it to an entirely different level.

  Glancing at the clock, I noticed that I only had two minutes until the meeting officially started. Without wasting another second, I quickly stripped and changed.

  Since they didn’t request that I wear shoes, I opted to go without. My booties were cute, but I felt they would detract from the sexy innocence of the outfit—I assumed that was what they were going for—so I left them off and returned to my desk. Taking a seat, I grabbed a couple of clips from my purse, then proceeded to pin my hair up.

  I heard Justin’s voice, then saw him leading Mr. Daniels’s two assistants back to the lobby. No one turned to look at me, but a tingle of awareness shivered down my spine at the thought of them seeing me practically naked.

  Rather than stop by my desk to get me, I watched as Justin passed again, returning to the conference room. A second later, my desk phone rang and I answered.

  “Please join us in the conference room.”

  “Yes, sir,” I told Justin.

  I wondered why he hadn’t just told me when he passed, but then I realized as I walked alone to the conference room, wearing the outfit they’d chosen for me, that they’d done it on purpose. Despite the considerable confidence the sexy lingerie gave me, I felt incredibly vulnerable knowing that the five men sat on the other side of the door waiting to do God only knew what to me.

  Rather than turn and run, I lifted my chin, keeping it at a respectable angle, squared my shoulders, straightened my spine, cognizant of how pleasing my body would appear, then turned the knob. After all, this was what Master wanted me to do.

  And above all else, I wanted to please him.

  Thirty-Eight

  WHEN I STEPPED INTO THE room, the first thing I noticed was that all five men were sitting in the chairs around the small table. There was something set up on the far side near the windows; however, there was a large black drape covering it, so I couldn’t tell what it was. It took a tremendous amount of effort, but I kept myself from staring at it. I would find out what it was eventually.

  “You look lovely,” Ben said when I turned to face them after closing the door.

  My posture remained graceful and pleasing, but not in a manner that said I was looking to attract attention. Or at least that was what I was aiming for.

  “You have wicked taste in clothing, Charles,” Justin stated.

  “I do, don’t I?” Mr. Daniels’s gaze slid over me from head to toe, warming me more than I already was. “However, I don’t know that it’s the clothes that make her so stunning. The four of you are very lucky to have such a lovely submissive.”

  The compliment made me blush.

  “Damn lucky,” Ben mumbled under his breath.

  “We were just talking about you, pet,” Master said, motioning me to move farther into the room.

  “Yes,” Mr. Daniels agreed. “It seems you’ve made quite the impression on your bosses.”

  “Thank you, sir.”

  Mr. Daniels peered over at Master. “Does she have training?”

  “Aside from her time here at the office, no. None whatsoever.”

  Mr. Daniels looked at me once more. “Interesting.” He glanced at Master again. “Is it all right with you if I get started?”

  “Absolutely.” Master’s gaze rested on my face, and I could feel the approval coming from him.

  When Master’s eyes cut over to Landon, I followed, noticing that Landon’s eyes were on the floor. He was the only one who hadn’t said anything and he looked as though something was bothering him. I couldn’t imagine what, and I didn’t have a chance to figure it out.

  Mr. Daniels got to his feet and moved over to me. He seemed to be assessing me as he circled, his hand leisurely caressing my arm, my hip. His touch was gentle yet firm. I could practically feel the power radiating from him.

  “Face me,” he commanded when he stopped on my left side.

  I turned to face him.

  “Mr. Moore, if you wouldn’t mind assisting me for a moment.”

  Landon got to his feet and walked toward us.

  “Please touch your submissive; ensure that she’s comfortable and ready for the scene.”

  My eyes lifted to Landon’s when he took his position in front of me. His hands were warm as they lightly grazed my arms, his eyes intent as they locked with mine.

  The back of his hand brushed my right nipple and I inhaled sharply. The contact was not at all unpleasant. Quite the opposite, in fact. Knowing that everyone in the room was watching as Landon touched me only heightened the experience.

  “Very responsive,” Mr. Daniels said from beside us.

  I never looked away from Landon, completely lost in his gaze.

  His hand trailed down between my legs, his finger sliding through my slit. I knew I was wet already and he discovered that also.

  “Is she ready?” Mr. Daniels questioned.

  Landon didn’t look away and I felt the need to assure him that I was okay with this, so I offered a small smile and a slight nod.

  “She’s ready.” Landon’s voice was rough.

  Mr. Daniels then looked to the others. “This is going to be fun. Thank you for inviting me here.” His smile seemed genuine. He spoke to the others when he said, “Now, if you’ll join me.”

  Landon took my hand and led me over to the window where Mr. Daniels had set up, my other three bosses following close behind.

  “Now, keep in mind, gentlemen, this will generally be attached to ceiling hooks for play. I intended for it to be a permanent fixture in playrooms. However, I assure you, my temporary setup is secure and it has been tested numerous times.”

  He removed the drape to reveal a large metal pole secured to a heavy base. The pole arched and at the end hung what appeared to be straps and chains. They dangled freely in one big clump of leather and metal.

  “A swing?” Landon questioned, sounding unimpressed.

  Mr. Daniels chuckled. “Not just any swing, Mr. Moore. This one is specifically designed for dual penetration.”

  I watched as Mr. Daniels separated the leather and chains to reveal a thick black dildo that was attached. It had a remarkable resemblance to a real cock, with a thick, bulbous head and veins running down.

  “Think of the Sybian machine,” he continued. “Only this allows for your interaction as well as your complete control.” He turned to face my bosses. “Now which of you will be leading the demonstration?”

  “I will,” Justin offered.

  “Then which do you prefer?” Mr. Daniels probed. “Anal or vaginal entry?”

  Justin’s eyes trailed over to me and he smiled. “Anal.”

  “I thought you might. Luci, please join me.”

  I stepped closer at Mr. Daniels’s request.

  “Mr. Snowden, would you mind moving the mirror so that you’ll also have a view of her from the front.”

  While Ben situated the mirror, Mr. Daniels had me stand facing away from him. He then took my wrists and cuffed them together with padded leather restraints before lifting them up and attaching the cuffs to the top of the pole. When the mirror shifted in front of me, I could see the other four men behind me, watching as Mr. Daniels positioned me to his liking.

  “Comfortable?” Mr. Daniels asked.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Good.” His attention returned to my bosses. “Because it’s designed for you to use your submissive in a way that pleases you, you’ll be required to strap her in. It is very versatile, as you can see. Since Mr. Parker has decided on anal penetration, I’ll have Miss Wagner facing away and the dildo will be inserted vaginally.”

 
“Ben, please do the honors of preparing our submissive,” Justin ordered.

  “My pleasure, Mr. Parker.”

  As I stood there with my arms restrained above my head, Ben knelt down before me. He gently nudged my legs apart, then slid his tongue over my clit. And now I knew the real reason for the crotch-less panties.

  I moaned.

  “I like hearing that,” Mr. Daniels said, his voice a mere whisper as he strapped the contraption to my body.

  Although they possibly should’ve been, his words weren’t creepy. I could tell he wasn’t hitting on me, merely attempting to offer praise and to get me comfortable. Had I been alone with him, the opposite would’ve been true, but I continued to remember what Master said. They would not allow any harm to come to me.

  I was unable to pay attention to what Mr. Daniels was doing because my entire focus was on Ben lapping at my pussy, his tongue pushing inside me, then flicking my clit. It was an exquisite sensation, made even more so since he was obviously not attempting to send me over the edge.

  While he suckled my clit, he pushed one thick finger inside me, pulling another desperate moan from me. Unfortunately, he then pulled back, both his mouth and his finger. I swallowed the groan of disappointment.

  “She’s ready, Mr. Parker,” Ben said, getting to his feet.

  “Thank you, pup,” Justin stated from behind me.

  Before he moved away, Ben leaned in and kissed me softly, then placed his finger on my lips. Knowing what he wanted, I sucked my own juices off, grazing him lightly with my teeth.

  “Would you like to do the honors, Mr. Parker?” Mr. Daniels asked. “Or shall I?”

  “I’d like to.”

  Justin moved around in front of me, his eyes meeting mine. I could see the heat there and it only intensified my desire. His hands were gentle as he cupped my face, leaning in and kissing me. His tongue stroked its way into my mouth as his hands slid down to my hips, then ventured between my legs.

  When he pulled back, he teased my clit with the thick black dildo. I hissed as more pleasure assaulted me.

  “You like that?”