“My turn,” Ben said as soon as Langston pulled back.
My bosses took their turns kissing me. When they were finished, they all headed back to the lobby while I took a moment to compose myself. I touched up my makeup, noticing the huge grin on my face.
Yeah. This was going to be an epic event.
There was no doubt about it.
•
My first text message came that afternoon when I was sitting at a small table talking to Sharla Simons. She was one of Langston’s tenured managers. We’d been discussing several of her clients, who were best-selling authors. I was intrigued by how close she was to her authors, speaking to several of them at least once a week, more when they had a release. It was enlightening to hear her explain her process and her desire to befriend the people she worked for, earning their trust and respect.
Although I wanted to pick her brain, I knew the text couldn’t go unanswered. “If you’ll excuse me for a moment…”
“Sure, no problem,” she said, smiling widely.
Glancing down at my phone, I read the text message three times, feeling a strange flutter in my belly.
Ben: For your first task, you will need to head to the room where they will be setting up for the three p.m. presentation. Since it’s 2:40, I suggest you hurry.
Keeping my attention on my phone, hoping no one would stop me with any questions, I hurried out of the room we had set up for people to drop by when they needed a break. There were a lot of people in the room because the last session had ended at 2:30 p.m.
“Miss Wagner?” someone called from behind me.
“I’m sorry,” I said, being as polite as possible without meeting the man’s eyes. “I’ll be back in just a few minutes. Jordan’s just inside if you have a question.”
“Sure.”
I walked as fast as my five-inch heels would allow. When I got to the door where a friend of Langston’s would be giving an introduction to BDSM in just twenty short minutes, I opened it and stepped inside.
The room was empty.
Luci: I made it to the room.
Ben: Very good. On the table at the front of the room you will find a small box. Open it, then take a seat in the chair beside that table. Take the item and make yourself come. Remember, people will begin arriving soon. You are not to leave that chair until you come. To ensure you’re doing as instructed, someone will be stepping into the room shortly. They will let me know whether you succeeded or not.
Oh, my God.
I couldn’t believe Ben was making me do this. Especially since I was trying to coordinate the efforts here at the convention center. With so many people in attendance, I seriously doubted I was going to succeed.
However, I was certainly going to try.
I raced to the front of the room and grabbed the small box. Inside was the small bullet vibrator Landon had given me. I smiled. The damn thing turned up in the strangest places sometimes.
Dropping into the chair, I flipped it on, then snuck it beneath my skirt.
The door opened and I hesitated, waiting to see who had joined me.
There was a man I hadn’t been introduced to, so I assumed he was not one of the managers. Because he didn’t approach me, merely stood with his arms crossed over his massive chest, his gaze locked on me, I figured he was the one responsible for confirming I did as instructed.
I watched him while I teased my clit with the vibrating toy.
I had to admit that pleasuring myself while looking into the face of a stranger was quite arousing. I would’ve never expected it to be. It wasn’t long before I started to whimper and moan. At that point, I noticed the man was moving closer.
“If you want to be believable, I suggest you scream when you orgasm,” he said, the deep rumble of his voice almost as sexy as he was.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, never removing the toy from my clit.
Having an audience made it a little more difficult to give myself over to the sensations, but a few minutes later, I felt the stirrings of my orgasm. I twisted the end of the vibrator, turning it up higher as I held it tightly against my clit, shifting it from side to side.
“Oh, God,” I moaned, my eyes drifting shut as the sensations rocked through me. My insides coiled tightly as I relaxed, letting my release consume me.
“Scream for me,” the man urged.
Yeah. That did it.
Having a stranger watch while I made myself come was my tipping point. I felt my pussy clench tightly as the imaginary band inside me coiled tighter until it finally snapped. I screamed in ecstasy as I rode wave after wave of intense pleasure.
Sagging against the back of the chair, I took a moment to catch my breath while I watched the man who had moved to the front of the room.
Knowing people would be pouring in any second now, I pushed to my feet, my legs still shaky. I tucked the vibrator back into the box and straightened my skirt.
Before I could head toward the door, the mystery man held out his hand.
“My name’s Timothy Triton.”
My eyes widened as I shook his hand.
He grinned.
“Most of my friends refer to me as Master Chaos.”
Oh, my God.
I had just pleasured myself while Master Chaos—the man who would be leading the BDSM session—stood by and watched.
I could feel my face flame.
“No need to be embarrassed,” he said with a genuine smile. “I enjoyed watching.”
“Thank you.” My voice came out rough, sounding strangled.
He grinned again.
And then the doors opened and people began to stream into the room.
“If you’d like, you can stick around,” he said kindly. “I hear you’re undergoing training.”
Not officially, but I nodded anyway.
“Maybe you’ll learn a thing or two.”
I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not.
However, I stayed because…why the hell not?
Forty-Three
DAY TWO OF THE CONFERENCE was well on its way to being even better than day one.
That morning, Jordan and I hosted a breakfast in one of the large banquet rooms at the convention center. Rather than buffet style, we had opted for a sit-down meal while my four bosses provided the financials outlook. It took approximately two hours for them to get through the presentation and to take most of the questions. After that, I gave them an hour break so they could relax before they would move into their roundtables with their team members.
It was during that short break that I received a text.
Master: You are looking incredibly fuckable today. So much so that my dick is rock hard every time I so much as think about you. As you can imagine, it’s difficult to focus. Which leads me to my request.
My heart was racing already. I had no idea what he was going to ask of me, but I knew without a doubt that I was going to accommodate him in any way that I could.
Master: The roundtables will begin in approximately ten minutes. I need for you to postpone mine. You can ask my team members to sit in during Landon’s session. Once you’ve done that, you will meet me in the room you had scheduled for me. I will then fuck you until I get my fill.
Oh, God. That room was adjacent to Landon’s and it was only separated by a partition wall. It wasn’t even a real wall. Any noise that I made would likely be heard by every one of their managers.
Master: Eight minutes and counting. Should you not arrive by exactly 11:00, I will be forced to take matters into my own hands. If that happens, you will be punished.
Not only that but I would miss out on having Master fuck me into oblivion.
Knowing the first thing I had to do was to inform all of Langston’s managers, I glanced around, looking for each of them. Unfortunately, several of them had already started toward the assigned room and I had to escort them back out and over to Landon’s side.
There was still one person missing and I glanced down at my watch. I had t
wo minutes before I had to be there.
Crap.
Glancing at the door, then over to a long table with several pens, blank name tags and a couple of maps on it, I grabbed a pen and a map. I flipped the page to the blank side, then scribbled a note that Master’s session was postponed and that all attendees should go next door.
I fastened it to the door with one of the sticker tags, but it wouldn’t stay. I grabbed several more and plastered them all around the paper before smacking it onto the wood. That time it stayed and I stepped inside the room just as the clock struck eleven.
Master’s eyebrows lifted when he heard me. He was standing at the front of the room, propped against a table. I could feel the intensity of his gaze as he pushed himself to a standing position, then moved closer. From the other side of the wall, I heard Landon speaking to his team members, sounding slightly surprised by the additional people. He welcomed them and I breathed a sigh of relief.
Master approached, his hands instantly slipping beneath my blazer and curling around my hips. He pulled me into him, then lowered his mouth to my ear.
“Did you get everyone situated?” His voice was barely a whisper.
I nodded.
“Are you sure no one will come in?”
Well, I wasn’t absolutely sure, but the note on the door would hopefully deter anyone else.
“Yes, Master.”
He reached for my hand and placed it against his crotch. His cock was hard, pressing against the confines of his slacks.
“I fucking ache for you, Luci,” he said roughly, his voice so quiet I barely heard him. “I need your sweet pussy right now.”
His words sent a shiver dancing down my spine. I wanted him more than I wanted air.
When he pulled back and took my hand, I followed him across the room. At first I thought he was going to the temporary partition that separated the rooms, but he went into the far corner instead. Granted, that was where the wall retracted from, so there was a small sliver of space where I could see the people in the next room. They were all looking in our direction, although their attention was on Landon.
Master pressed his lips against my ear again. His voice was barely a whisper when he said, “Remember, the slightest sound and they’ll hear you. Then they’ll look this way.”
I swallowed hard.
“Then they’ll know I’m fucking you.”
Yep, they would.
“I want no one to know.”
Aww, hell.
I knew that was a challenge. It meant I was to be completely quiet. It sounded easy, but I knew Master was not going to be gentle.
“Hike up that skirt,” he instructed, his words rasped against my cheek.
I did.
“Now free my dick.”
I worked open his slacks, then pushed them down a little so that his cock was free.
“Stroke it.”
Fisting him, I caressed his cock while staring up into his beautiful eyes. The man looked so intense and I was desperate for him to unleash on me. Knowing someone could see us, or even walk in on us, added an air of danger that turned me on.
His voice was barely above a whisper but laced with what sounded a lot like desperation. “Oh, fuck, Luci…I need you so fucking bad.”
Master pushed me into the wall, his mouth crushing down on mine at the same time he lifted my leg and pushed inside me. The forceful move stole my breath and had me wrapping my arms around his neck.
From that point forward, neither of us said anything. The only sound was that of our labored breaths and the conversations taking place in the room next to us. Master fucked me hard, slamming into me again and again as though he would never get enough of me. I felt his energy, his need, as he took what he wanted and I freely gave him everything that I had.
I bit my lip to keep from crying out when he shifted me back, holding my leg up as he slammed into me. It was primal and vicious and so fucking hot my body temperature skyrocketed as I chased the inevitable release.
Master met my eyes and I knew the instant he was going to come. I could feel his body harden, see the intent in his gaze. I knew what he wanted from me and I gave it to him. Dropping my head back against the wall with a thud, my body shattered, my pussy milking him as he slammed into me one last time.
My brain was buzzing with adrenaline by the time we were finished. Surprisingly, he waited to pull out, giving me a minute to catch my breath. Before he did, he leaned down, his mouth once more against my ear.
“Thank you, pet. I look forward to seeing you at dinner tonight.”
He was referring to the formal meal we would be attending at a steakhouse around the corner.
“I’m looking forward to it, too,” I whispered back.
I felt him press something into my hand.
I looked down and noticed a handkerchief.
It might’ve seemed crude, but it was actually quite thoughtful. Considering I was hosting this event and we had quite a few people in attendance, it probably wouldn’t look good for me to walk around with his essence dripping down my legs.
Definitely thoughtful.
•
Dinner went better than I thought it would.
Considering it was at the end of the day and I knew everyone was exhausted from the meetings and discussions, I thought it would be a little less…festive.
However, the managers proved me wrong, the majority of them talking about how well things had been run and how Jordan and I deserved a raise for all our efforts. I had to admit, Jordan’s help had been critical. The man knew how to schmooze like nobody’s business. Granted, the two of us probably sounded like a couple of ass kissers when we constantly gave each other praise. But it was true. Things wouldn’t have gone as smoothly without his help and I had made sure to let my bosses know.
At Master’s request, I ended up sitting between him and Landon for the meal. It was the first time I’d truly seen all four of my bosses completely in their element. The way they spoke so eloquently about their business proved that they were all very proud of their successes. As they should’ve been.
It was after dinner when everyone decided to go back to the hotel bar for a little while that the first hiccup occurred. I had attempted to leave, telling my bosses that it would be best for me to go home so I could be rested for tomorrow. They had proceeded to talk me into staying, insisting that everyone wanted me there.
Well, it didn’t take me long to figure out that not everyone was on board with that plan.
There was one manager on Landon’s team who had been giving me the stink eye from the beginning. Sure, she was syrupy sweet anytime Landon or Langston was around, but when they weren’t, her tone said she believed me to be beneath her.
It hadn’t bothered me for the most part because she was just one person in a sea of many and I wasn’t there to make friends. And honestly, I hadn’t expected everyone to like me. Had they, I probably would’ve been suspicious.
Still, I did my best to ignore Misty Ballard. I steered clear as best I could, but she somehow managed to corner me at the bar. I could tell she’d had more than a few drinks because she couldn’t keep her voice lowered to a reasonable level when she spoke.
“So, how well do you know Landon and Langston?” the older woman asked. I pegged her to be somewhere in her late thirties, but she looked older than that.
I tried to keep my expression masked when I spoke. “I’ve worked for them for a little over eight weeks now.”
“I get that,” she huffed. “We all know how long you’ve been around. The question is, how well do you know them?”
Yes, she sounded hostile.
“I’m not sure I understand the question.” It was the truth. I wasn’t sure what she was getting at.
Misty rolled her eyes. “God, where did they even find you? What? Were they scouting high schools looking for help?”
Shaking my head, I tried to turn away from her, knowing that this was going nowhere fast. She was acting like an asshole and
I didn’t deserve her wrath. I had no idea what she had against me, but I was sure she would eventually tell me, and since I didn’t particularly care to hear it, I was hoping to make a graceful exit.
Thankfully, Jordan chose that moment to walk up. I could tell his smile was forced, but I played along.
“Hey,” I greeted. “Have you met Misty? She’s one of Landon’s managers.”
“Landon and Langston,” she clarified with a snap in her tone. “I’m the only one who works for both of them.”
I wasn’t aware they had managers who overlapped, but I wasn’t going to argue with her.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Jordan said, holding out his hand.
Misty picked up her drink, pretending not to notice his hand. It was a dick move.
I turned to Jordan. “You doing okay?”
“I was actually coming to find you. I’m about to head out.”
Damn. That wasn’t good news. I didn’t want to be left alone. However, I completely understood. As it was, I was exhausted and ready to sleep for a solid day.
“Well, I’ll see you bright and early in the morning then,” I said sweetly, wishing I could slip out with him. Unfortunately, Misty was staring us down.
“Bright and early,” he agreed, then nodded to Misty before leaving me there with the wicked witch.
“You probably should head out,” she said, tilting her glass to her lips. “It’s past your bedtime and your parents are likely worried. Don’t want to miss curfew.”
Okay, now she just sounded like an idiot.
“You know, we can all see how interested you are in your bosses,” Misty said, glaring at me.
I frowned. She was starting to piss me off.
“The way you stare at them.”
I vowed to keep my mouth shut.
She leaned in close and I could smell the stench of alcohol on her breath.
“You know they’re not interested, right? You’re just a baby. Won’t matter how short you make those skirts you wear. They wouldn’t touch you with a ten-foot pole.”
Great.
“Look,” she said, her voice dripping with false sweetness, “I just don’t want to see you get hurt. The truth is, Landon and Langston are into something that sweet little girls like you know nothing about. I’m close to them and I know things you don’t.”
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