Sarah Jean chortled ever so slightly as she came around to the front of her desk and shook my hand. “Mr. Logan sure does like to pour on the charm. I would say it’s wonderful to meet you, but actually, you, darling, are more of a godsend at the moment.”
“Likewise, I mean, about the wonderful part, um . . . thank you, ma’am.” I felt my cheeks flush as I fell over my words.
Sarah Jean let out more of a chuckle as she linked her arm with mine. “Now, there’s no need to be shy, sweetie pie.” She steered me in the direction of the other desk. I couldn’t even sit down because the chair was filled will with more files. “If you can survive the next couple of days in this chaos, I will consider it a miracle.”
“May I ask what happened here, Sarah Jean?” To say that I was overwhelmed would have been an understatement.
“Ladies, I will leave you to it.” Jason walked over and kissed me on my forehead. “You’re in good hands with Sarah Jean. I’ll see you at lunchtime, Nikki.”
I blushed again, feeling more and more like I was being treated like a small child, but would could I do? He got me a job—something that Brad would never even fathom getting for me. “Yes, Jason, thank you. I’ll see you at lunch.”
Sarah Jean waited until Jason left the offices before letting out a dreamy sigh. “Mr. Logan sure is something, isn’t he? But I would expect nothing less from a real estate mogul like him. I have no doubt you’re aware, darling, that he owns the whole building.”
“Yes, of . . . of course. My husband, his brother, owns his own firm here in Birmingham as well.” My throat ran dry. Jason owned the building? I remembered Cassandra referring to him being in acquisitions and investments, but it floored me that their wealth extended to something of this magnitude.
Brad would be beyond jealous if he found out, I thought, knowing how much Brad was in constant competition with his brother to outshine him.
Not this time, honey. Jason has you beat.
“Yes, Mr. Logan discussed your husband’s business with me earlier. It just sounds so precious.” Sarah Jean’s Southern drawl was almost as thick as Eloise’s. “As I was saying—to bring you up to speed—our other paralegal also doubled as our receptionist, who had this whompy filing system by word association.”
I raised my eyebrow at her in disbelief.
“I know; can you believe it?” Sarah Jean agreed. “Why, it drives—or I should say drove? —the Harveys crazy. They are just fit to be tied over the whole ordeal. Mr. Wallace is more of a silent partner at the firm these days, so he doesn’t really have to deal with this mess. Madeline left us right quick, she did. She left me all high and dry. But now I have you.” Sarah Jean squeezed my arm appreciatively. “I can just tell we’re gonna get along like two peas in pod, darling.”
I genuinely smiled back. “Sarah Jean, I am happy to be of use on my first day. I might be sorting files for a while, but at least it’s something.”
“Oh, sweetie, you’re gonna be of use to us in all kinds of ways. You’ll see,” Sarah Jean simpered before releasing my arm and waltzing back over to her desk.
I gulped, not quite sure what she meant by her last statement. Anxiously I changed the subject. “When do I get to meet the partners?” I eyeballed the closed doors, waiting for one of the lawyers to burst through at any moment.
“Maybe today, darling? Though, I am not sure.” Sarah Jean shrugged. “The Harveys are cousins, who are out meeting with clients this morning, and Wallace hasn’t been into his office in three weeks.” Sarah Jean waved her hand dismissively at the closed doors. “It’s just you and me, sweet pea. Let’s get started.”
I picked up the first stack of files off of what would be my office chair, eager to make a good impression on Sarah Jean, but more importantly, I wanted Jason to be proud of me. I had a feeling that everything I did in this office, and how I did it, would somehow make it back to his ears . . . and Cassandra’s.
The morning flew by as I sorted through the mound of paperwork that was on top of my desk. By lunchtime, I had made a tiny dent on the left side, clearing enough space to finally see its surface. It was a small victory, but a victory nonetheless.
Sarah Jean, who was manning the phones all morning while I acclimated myself, hung up with her last call. “That was Mr. Logan,” she said smoothly. “He has requested your presence for lunch. His offices are on the other side of this floor.” She grabbed her purse and car keys, looking eager to leave.
“Do you have a hot lunch date yourself?” I teased, feeling more comfortable with my new coworker.
“Not as hot as yours, I’m sure.” Sarah Jean flicked off her desk light, giving me a smile that suggested she knew way more than she was letting on. “Come on, sweetie, I’ll walk you out.”
My hands started to sweat, and my pulse quickened. Did Sarah Jean really know about my arrangement? Terrified at the thought, I quietly followed her out of the office, and she locked the door behind us. We walked toward the elevator where Eloise, who was on a phone call, waved hello.
“You go down that hallway and follow it to the end. Mr. Logan’s corner office is on the right-hand side.” Sarah Jean pointed before hitting the elevator button. “Enjoy your lunch, darlin’.” She wiggled her fingers at me as the elevator doors opened.
Numbly I nodded, unable to find my voice.
The rest of the sixth floor was strangely quiet. Too quiet. I passed by beautifully decorated offices—their doors open but no one at their desks. Did everyone already leave the building for lunch? The offices didn’t look like law offices. Actually, they didn’t look like much of any specific type of business. It was as if they were staged for appearances only. There wasn’t a maintenance worker or an office assistant anywhere around. I found myself wondering again as to what Jason actually did for a living.
Once I reached his office, I turned around, taking in the eerie silence. It unnerved me. Quickly I rapped on the door.
“Come in!” a familiar voice said from the other side.
I opened the door and found Cassandra already there, lounging on a leather sofa while sipping a glass of sweet tea. Next to her was a lunch cart with assorted sandwiches, fruit, and salad. Jason was finishing up on a phone call and motioned for me to close the door behind me. My stomach growled in anticipation of food.
“Well, my word, aren’t you a sight for my sore eyes.” Cassandra set her drink down as she got up, and sashayed over to me in her trademark style.
I leaned back against the door, reliving flashbacks of her and me in my laundry room, as she walked toward me, her sundress flowing around her and her strawberry-blonde locks bouncing on top of her ample cleavage. “I’ve missed you, Cassandra,” I whispered, shocked at my declaration. Despite everything she had put me through since Saturday, I still wanted her. I was hopeless in my need for her.
“And I you, my sweet, sweet, Nikki.” She drew up close to me, studying my face. “You simply have no idea how important you are to us, do you?” Not waiting for me to answer, she leaned in, capturing my lips in a sultry kiss.
I breathed into her mouth, letting our tastes mingle, the hint of the sweet tea she had been drinking tingling my taste buds.
Cassandra’s hands began to roam over my silk blouse while our tongues tangled. Her fingers brushed over my hard nipples before continuing southward. They found the hem of my pencil skirt and began to hike it up around my thighs.
Despite my heightened arousal, I couldn’t keep my stomach from growling.
Cassandra nipped at my lower lip as she broke our kiss. “Lunch comes after, Nikki,” she murmured, slipping one of her fingers into my waiting pussy.
“Yesss . . . Mistress . . .” I craned my head back against the door while Cassandra expertly played with my clit and the folds of my pussy lips. I wanted to ride her fingers, but just when I was beginning to find my rhythm with her ministrations, she pulled away from me.
“Be a good girl for us, Nikki.” Cassandra started to walk backward toward the couch while she su
cked my juices from her fingers, captivating me with the flicker of her pink tongue swirling around her perfect manicure. “Strip,” she commanded.
Jason hung up the office phone and walked over to the couch, making himself comfortable as Cassandra took a seat next to him. When she crossed her smooth legs, Jason placed one of his hands on the top of her knee. In my eyes, they were the perfect couple—deliciously good-looking, self-assured, and ridiculously wealthy. I never wanted to be parted from them.
Delicately I began to unbutton my blouse while I slipped out of my heels. Jason inhaled a sharp breath once I finally shrugged my blouse off, letting it slip to the floor, while Cassandra’s hazel eyes danced over my skin. My breasts—my tits—felt painfully aroused as my nipples were pushed upward, begging for lips to suckle them. Carefully I unhooked each latch of the black underbust corset, and more and more of my naked flesh came into view. Once free from it, I also let it fall to the floor.
Jason adjusted himself, not bothering to hide his erection that was pushing against the fabric of his pants, as I unzipped my skirt and slid it down my bare legs.
Cassandra eagerly licked her lips. “Now, sweet Nikki, crawl to us,” she commanded. Her words were heated and thick.
Even as I lowered myself to the pristinely polished hardwood floor and began my journey toward them—completely naked, save for their gift around my neck—it hit me; I really did have power over them. It was obvious in the way that their bodies moved in desire of me—from the rise and fall of their chests to the way their eyes drank in my form, my soul.
I had found my place with them, and though my role was a submissive one, I had never felt more at peace with myself than I did in that moment, crawling on my hands and knees toward the two people whom I trusted, loved, and knew would take care of me.
Brad had never stoked this kind of flame within the very fiber of my being. Never.
Jason and Cassandra needed me, and I would do anything they asked of me, because I needed them.
I needed this.
When I finally reached their feet, Jason took me by the arms and pulled me onto his lap while Cassandra undid his tie. I straddled his legs while his hands explored the nape of my neck, down to the curve of my back, before settling on the roundness of my ass cheeks. It was a glorious feeling as he kneaded my skin, even though I could still feel the subtle yet lingering sting of Cassandra’s spanking from the previous day.
“You are ours, Nikki,” Jason said hoarsely, overcome with emotion. “We will never let you go.”
“Good, Master,” I replied while staring deep into his steely grey eyes, “because I don’t ever want to be alone again. Ever.”
As Jason claimed my mouth with his, I felt Cassandra move behind me, and the cool softness of Jason’s tie being wrapped around my wrists as my mistress pulled my arms behind my back, binding them with the expensive silk. The sensations from the smooth fabric combined with the intensity of Jason’s kiss were causing my pussy to drip.
I wanted his cock inside of me again, filling me up, but I didn’t dare to ask for it. My hunger for food was forgotten. Instead, it was replaced with an insatiable urge for pleasure.
I would be patient.
I would be a good girl.
I would be anything they needed me to be.
As if sensing my yearning for him, Jason abandoned my lips. He unzipped his pants, shifted his underwear, and freed his cock from its confines. While gripping it at its base with one hand, he pushed me back ever so slightly with the other, and Cassandra kept me steady from behind. “Lower yourself onto me . . . slowly,” he ordered. His voice was so thick that I almost couldn’t make out his words.
Using my thighs for balance, I gradually lifted myself up, hovering my wet sex over the tip of his cock, while Cassandra’s hands encircled my waist, guiding me down onto my prize.
“That’s it, Nikki,” Cassandra encouraged me while she left a trail of kisses down my shoulder, never taking her grip off of my bound wrists. “Take him in. Take all of him.”
My eyes rolled into the back of my head. His girth, the pulsing heat of his skin, and the quivering of my pussy as it stretched to adjust to his size was almost too much. I bit the inside of my lip to keep from having an orgasm right then.
“Don’t you dare come, you little slut,” Jason’s voice grew firm as he began to move my body up and down his shaft, setting our pace.
“She has a bad habit of coming when she’s not supposed to, doesn’t she?” Cassandra noted.
I felt the absence of her hold, and I heard her rustling around the office. All the while, my gaze fixated on my master. His lust for me was evident in every line of his face.
“What do we do to little sluts who don’t listen to their masters?” Jason asked out loud. It was a rhetorical question, or at least, I hoped it was. I couldn’t focus past the fucking I was receiving.
“We punish little sluts who don’t listen. That’s what we do.” Cassandra was closer now, somewhere behind me. I tried to turn, but Jason was too quick. His hand came up in a flash, grasping me by the chin, forcing me to look at him.
Crack!
I was jolted upward as I felt bands of leather swat across my ass cheeks. “Oh, my God!” I cried out, unable to do nothing but move up and down, riding Jason’s cock.
“You forget your place, little slut.” Jason grabbed me by the waist as he picked up his pace and roughly fucked my pussy harder. “Nothing that a firm flogging won’t fix.”
Crack!
“I’m sorry, Master!” I cried again. Through the tinted windows, I could see the partial cityscape of Birmingham. There were cars on the road and silhouettes of people walking back and forth along sidewalks in the distance.
Crack!
Crack!
“I told you that you would be punished for your indirection for coming while we were out shopping!” Cassandra chimed in.
Crack!
Crack!
“I’m sorry, Mistress. I’m so sorry!” My mind went into overdrive as it tried to distinguish between the lines of pleasure and pain.
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
Cassandra was finding her rhythm now. I could almost feel her enjoyment radiate off of her body behind me. “You haven’t begun to understand the meaning of the word sorry, Nikki, but you will. You will.”
I moaned and I whimpered until, finally, I felt myself break down as I gave myself over to them completely. My pleasure was secondary. That was clear to me now. With every downward thrust onto Jason’s cock, I focused on clenching my pussy around his shaft. I needed to focus past the pain. I needed to focus on his pleasure.
Perhaps he saw it on my face and the way my body began to accept the state it was in. Whatever it was, his expression changed to that of one who knows he is victorious. I was giving him everything I had to offer.
“Come for me, Nikki. Come now for your master and your mistress.” His words were garbled—a sign that he was also close.
In those final thrusts, I let everything go. I didn’t care if anyone heard me. I didn’t care if there was even the whisper of a possibility that someone could see me from another building. All that mattered was my orgasm, and I was going to claim it.
I screamed out my climax from the depths of my belly while Cassandra whipped me repeatedly and rapidly as I came. Seconds later, Jason’s cock exploded inside of me as he held himself in place, pumping his semen deep into my womb. There was so much come, that when I looked down, it was oozing out of my sex and onto his tailored pants.
“We’re so proud of you, Nikki.” Cassandra drew up close behind me, kissing the hollow of my neckline. I felt her part my ass cheeks as something thin and solid was slipped in past my rosebud. I barely registered the intrusion, as my ass was on fire. I had no idea how I was going to sit down ever again.
Cassandra helped me off of Jason and onto my feet. She pushed my hair to the side as she whispered in my ear, “The flogging will take your mind off of
the plug that is lodged in your ass.” I could hear the triumphant tone in her voice. She was so confident, so sure of herself. “Every part of you, every morsel of your body, belongs to us. You will learn to love anal sex. Dare I say, you will begin to crave it as much as you crave having your slutty cunny filled up.” She untied my wrists, and my arms involuntarily fell to my sides, aching and limp. I panted heavily while I wobbled on my feet.
Jason shed the rest of his clothes as if he was standing in his own bedroom. Naked, he walked over to a wall that turned out not to be a wall at all. With the press of a button, a door slid back, revealing a closet filled with clothes and other items that I immediately recognized from the sex warehouse Cassandra had taken me to. “We are indeed very proud of you Nikki,” he reiterated as he cleaned up and changed into fresh business attire. “You are far surpassing my immediate expectations.”
“Thank you, Master,” I said, trying to sound strong, but my mouth was dry like cotton, my orgasm was still zinging through my body, and my ass felt like it wasn’t a part of me anymore.
Cassandra lovingly kissed my cheek. “My sweet, sweet Nikki. Let’s get you cleaned up, fed, and back to Sarah Jean. I am sure you still have a full afternoon ahead of you.” As a reminder, she tapped the base of the plug seated in my ass. I barely felt it. “Such a good girl you are, sweetie. Such a good, good girl.”
I barely remember how I made it through the rest of the afternoon. Cassandra and Jason did indeed clean me up and allowed me to eat lunch. Before they sent me on my way, Cassandra gave me a couple of painkillers with a chaser of sweet tea to dull the throbbing inferno that was emanating from my ass cheeks. My walk back to the other side of the sixth floor was excruciating. My first spanking by Cassandra paled in comparison to the flogging I had received. With each step, I was reminded of the lesson I had learned: never again would my own pleasure come before that of my master and mistress. It was a lesson, I now knew, that I would never forget.
If Sarah Jean did know of my arrangement, she was doing a stellar job of hiding it. She had no comments or objections to my slow and laborious movements around the office, and the rest of the afternoon passed in a dopey haze that only pain medication can induce.
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