I was still staring at her, my jaw tight, my hands clenched, and my cock hard as a fucking iron bar in my pants when she looked up at me.
And she smiled.
Fuck.
Ok, forget it.
Instantly, I was flushing every piece of garbage I’d just been thinking right out the window.
Because that smile ended me. That smile hooked in deep inside, and I knew right then there was no walking away from Sasha Reed.
There was only getting closer.
And deeper.
7
Sasha
Twenty minutes later, I had to admit; wealth had its privileges. I was cool, my butt wasn’t sliding around on some hot leather chair, and re-alphabetizing some of Mr. Steel and Mr. Stone’s files in here with them was much better than the frenzy of work I’d been up against out there in the heat.
I kept sneaking glances at the two of them working at their rich, expansive desks, and then catching myself and feeling ridiculous about it. Who was I to two men like this? I was an employee, and gawking at them like some sort of teenager was ridiculous and silly.
“Sasha, would you give us a hand?” Luke was standing beside the rolling ladder that skirted one wall of the immensely tall bookshelves along the wall of the office.
He held a stack of files in his hand, while Jordan rifled through another pile of files next to him. Luke Steel arched a brow towards the ladder next to him. “Would you?”
I nodded pleasantly and walked over to him. I realized as I moved past him to step onto the ladder that I’d never been this close to them before, and I could smell the rich, whiskey and wood smell of aftershave as I brushed past them.
God that was intoxicating.
“This one goes right there; yes, there.” He was passing me books as I moved a rung up from the ground.
“Now, this one goes there.”
I swiveled and pushed the book into the empty space on the shelf where he’d pointed.
“Very good, Sasha. Now, this one goes way up there, if you would.” I nodded as I took the book from his hand and began to climb higher; one step, two, three, until I could reach out and push the book into place.
The room was dead silent, and suddenly, I froze.
Oh holy shit, my panties.
My face went bright red with humiliation as I realized I had completely forgotten about my attire; or more importantly, the lack of it. From where I stood right above him on the ladder, I knew right then that both of them had a straight view right up to my bare pussy.
“Sasha.” Luke’s voice was dark and laced with ice, and I froze on the ladder.
“That is hardly work-place appropriate!”
I felt like I wanted to throw up, or run away, or cry; maybe all of the above. This was it; this was the horribly humiliating way I was going to lose my job.
“Mr. Steel, I’m so sor-“
“Not another word.”
Both men’s eyes’s blazed as they looked up at me, their jaws tense.
“Come down here,” Jordan said darkly, in a way that had both fear and something more wicked racing through my body.
I nodded slowly, feeling tears burning in my eyes as I slowly made my way down the ladder. At the bottom, I turned shame-faced to see them, now standing beside Jordan’s desk.
“Sasha, I want you to come over here.” Luke’s eyes burned into me, his face tight as as they roamed over my scandalous attire.
I swallowed heavily, my legs feeling shaky as I slowly approached them, feeling absolutely mortified.
“Mr. Steel, Mr. Stone, I-“
“Bend over.”
I froze as Jordan cut me off.
What had he just said?
His face went dark and tense as I hesitated, and he gritted his teeth as he said it once more. “I said bend, over.”
I quickly turned to Luke, who’s nodded. “Do what we say, Sasha.”
Suddenly, my little schoolgirl crush on the bosses seemed blown way out of proportion. What the hell were they asking of me!
“Sirs, I-” I took a quick breath, swallowing heavily. “I don’t know if that’s appropriate,” I said quietly, feeling something raw and something wicked coursing through my body as the two men glowered down at me, their eyes blazing.
Jordan’s face darkened and he took a step towards me, his aftershave wafting over me. “I said bend fucking over, Sasha. Right fucking now.”
The sudden sharpness in his voice, the glint in his eyes, all of it should have sent me shrieking from the room in terror.
Instead, the opposite happened - my pussy throbbed beneath my short little skirt.
“Sasha, you have grossly violated our professional dress code here, and if you’d like to keep your job for longer than the next thirty seconds, you will bend over my fucking desk right now.”
The raw power coming off of them, the pure asshole cockiness exuding from both big, powerful men sent my pulse racing as my slit instantly grew wet. What was wrong with me? My whirling thoughts tried to focus on this job, and how much I needed it. I kept thinking about how hard I’d worked even to get this job, and how wrong this sort of behavior was coming from my bosses.
So why are you so turned on?
Slowly, as if in a dream, I found myself nodding, biting my lip as I obeying.
Obeying them.
My hands slid across the smooth surface of Jordan’s desk, feeling the coolness in the wood as I bent right over at the waist. My cheeks burned bright red, feeling my tiny tennis skirt pull right up over my ass and knowing that I was completely open and on display for him!
Suddenly, without warning and with a sharp crack, a hand came flat against the soft, yielding skin of my ass. Hot, stinging fire sizzled through my body as I yelped in surprise.
SMACK!
I could hear Luke growl as he brought his hand down across my upturned ass again, hard. I cried out with a high mewling squeal and a moan, my eyes squeezing shut.
Jordan sucked in a breath of air on the other side of my body, and when his hand came down on my other cheek, I cried out, pleasure flooding my body as his hand made sharp contact with my tender skin.
“You’ve been a bad, naughty girl.” Luke growled.
His voice was dark, hard and commanding behind me, and as his hand came down to spank me again, I could feel all of my pent up tension and all of my hidden away desire come flooding out as my pussy throbbed at his punishment.
I wanted this.
I sucked at my bottom lip, pushing my ass out further towards him as I closed my eyes against the naughty taboo feelings of pleasure flooding my body.
“I was bad, Sirs.”
SMACK.
Luke and Jordan’s hands came down again and again, alternating across my upturned, bare ass.
“And why were you bad?” Jordan growled into my ear, his big hands squeezing and rubbing the tender, red skin of my ass before he brought it back up to spank me again.
“I was bad for not wearing any panties! I was bad for coming into your office without any on!” The words began to tumble from my mouth as their hands came down again, jolting me against the side of the desk.
And suddenly, they stopped.
I could feel them move back, and slowly, my face burning just as hot as my ass, I stood and turned.
Their eyes burned into me, both of them looking like they were struggling to restrain themselves.
“You should go, Sasha,” Luke growled quietly.
“Now,” Jordan husked out.
My face fell. “Oh, God, am I fired?”
Luke frowned as he took a step towards me, his hand suddenly coming up to run a finger down my quivering jaw. “Just go back to your desk, Sasha.”
I nodded, my mind whirling at what had just happened. “Um, okay, should I pack my things?”
“We’ll speak to you at the end of the day,” Jordan said tightly, his hands clenched into fists at his side and his chest rising and falling with his heavy breaths. “But for now, you’re dismissed.”
In a very, very forbidden, wicked way.
“Sirs-”
“You are dismissed, Miss Reed,” Luke growled, his eyes flashing at me.
I swallowed quickly and nodded. I straightened my skirt as I quickly moved past them, my face bright red and my body still roaring in confusion as I quietly slipped out the door.
8
Jordan
“Fuck.”
I swore as soon as the door shut behind her tight little ass, my hands clenching into fists at my side. The hands that had just been touching her - that had felt that perfect, smooth skin beneath them. I groaned as I bought them up to my face, rubbing my eyes before pushing my fingers through my hair. I could feel the heat and the raw desire for her course through my body like a drug, the aching need for her clawing at my sanity.
“That went too far.”
I looked up to see Luke with his forehead against his arm, leaning against the giant window and looking out over the city.
“I know, I know.” I growled. “But Jesus fucking Christ, man, she wasn’t wearing-”
“I know,” he growled shaking his head and taking deep, solid breaths.
I almost wanted to grin. Knowing that my best friend was going through the same inner turmoil as I was - knowing that he was as turned around and inside out by Sasha as I was - was almost a comfort.
He looked up, his face drawn. “She’s in deep, man.”
I nodded. “Tell me about it.”
“That fucking pussy, Jesus,” he swore, turning back to the window.
“That ass. I mean damn.”
Fuck, this was bad. She was in deep, with both of us. I’d been drawn to her before like some sort of magnetic pull. Now? Now I knew I couldn’t resist her. Now I knew I had to have her.
We had to have her.
I wanted to feel her coming on my cock, and on my tongue. I wanted to watch her face when she came for me, and I wanted to watch her melt while Luke and I worshiped her from both ends.
“We can’t,” Luke muttered, and I looked up to see him staring at me like he knew what I was thinking.
Hell, after knowing each other this long, he probably did.
“She’s not Amanda, dude.”
“I know that, Jordan, but still.”
I shook my head. “We can’t say no to this forever, Luke. We can’t keep denying ourselves because of what happen-”
“What happened almost destroyed us!” His voice was edged as he barked at me before he slowly closed his eyes and let his breath out. When he opened them, he looked more composed. “It almost destroyed us, man. Both of us.”
“We survived.”
He nodded.
“She’s perfect, Luke, and I know you fuckin’ see it too.”
He swore again as he turned back to the window. “That’s the worst part, Jordan.” He turned back. “I know she’s perfect, and it’s tearing me up.”
“God, that body.”
He groaned. “Fuck, that mouth. I want those lips stretched around my cock.”
I could feel the blood rushing to my dick. “Damn, just imagine her between us, man. Imagine that how tight she’d be with both of us pumping inside her.”
Luke groaned, and I could see his hand drop to rub the bulge at the front of his pants.
“Fuck it,” I groaned, my cock throbbing with need in my suit pants. I leaned back against my desk and unzipped, pulling it out and groaning as I wrapped my hand around it.
Luke grinned before he turned to lean against the window to the city and did the same.
This wasn’t weird - not when we were as close as the two of us were. Hell, we’d shared a ton of woman before. It’s not like we swung that way or anything - I mean, hell no. But This girl had us so wound up, turned around, and turned on, I knew there was no way either of us could leave that office without some relief.
“Imagine how tight and hot that little pussy is,” he growled, letting his head drop back to the glass as he started to stroke his thick cock. “Just imagine her moaning our names while we took turns filling her up.”
“She was so willing,” I groaned, letting my hand slide up and down my shaft. “So willing to bend over like that and take the punishment.” I groaned. “I wonder how wet she was when she walked out of here.”
“She wants it like we want it, man,” Luke groaned out. Just imagine sinking your cock in that ass while I take her mouth.”
My cock lurched in my hand as I groaned at the thought. “Not all girls want it like we want it, Luke.”
“She does.”
And I knew he was right. I knew he was right just by that look of fire in her eyes when we’d forced ourselves to step back and make her leave.
Disappointment.
Hell, she’d wanted us to go further, and knowing that had me clawing at the edges as I felt the cum start to boil in my balls.
“Wait, stop.”
I froze, groaning at how close I was, my cock throbbing in my hand. Luke was shaking his head when I opened my eyes.
“We’re doing this, aren’t we.”
I met his cold look and nodded. “Yeah.”
Of course we were.
“Hell yeah, we are. She’s not Amanda, Luke.”
He nodded. “Okay, let’s do it.” He started to tuck his throbbing hard dick back into his pants. “In which case, I’m saving it.”
“For her?”
“It’s all for her.”
I growled as I did the same, reluctantly dropping my hand from my cock and slipping it back into my pants. “When?”
He was quiet for a second before he looked back. “Tomorrow. We’ll let her sleep on it tonight, but-”
“But tomorrow she’s ours,” I finished for him, nodding and feeling the blood pound in my veins.
Tomorrow, Sasha Reed was going to be ours. Both of ours.
9
Sasha
At the end of the day, I was still sitting there at my desk feeling utterly confused, more than slightly mortified, and still totally turned on from whatever it was that had happened back in Luke and Jordan’s office.
God, how had that happened? How had I let that happen?
The ladder, my skimpy skirt, my lack of panties…it all came rushing back like the heat I’d felt between my legs. Like the raw desire I’d felt bending over that desk while the two men spanked me and told me I was a naughty, dirty girl.
No man had ever talked to me like that - not ever.
And I wanted more.
“Sasha.” The voice came like leather and silk behind me, and I whirled to see them both standing there in the doorway to their office.
I felt my face go red, followed quickly by forbidden, wet heat between my legs.
I wasn’t sure if I should be scared to be fired, or ready to let them both have me.
“We’ve discussed what happened earlier,” Luke said darkly. “Your attire was entirely inappropriate.”
I nodded, looking down and feeling so stupid that I’d been fantasizing about these two men, while they’d been in their office thinking of how best to fire me.
“Tomorrow, you will come to work more prepared.”
I looked up sharply at Jordan’s voice. “Sir?”
“Tomorrow, Miss Reed, you will not be in this office walking around without any panties on, is that clear?”
I nodded quickly, my eyes darting between the two of them. “Yes! Of course! Mr. Steel, Mr. Stone, I’m so sorry about what-”
“You’ll be wearing these instead.” Luke’s voice cut me off suddenly, as he brought his hand out from behind his back. There, in his hand, was a blood-red wrapped box.
“And nothing else, Miss Reed,” Jordan said with a small smirk on his perfect, chiseled jaw. “Are we clear?”
I had no idea what was in the box, but I found myself nodding quickly. “Yes, of course, sir.”
“Good girl.”
God, his voice was like silk across skin when he said those words to me. Like the teasing touch of a finger, or of a mouth.
Luke raised a brow as I took the box from him. “At the end of the workday tomorrow, you will see us in our office, and we’ll see where we go from there.”
I nodded again, biting my lip and feeling my pulse race, just from being in the presence of these two powerful, dominating men.
“Yes, sirs.”
“Tomorrow, then.”
They both gave me one final once over - one final lingering, fierce gaze - before they turned and strode back into their office.
* * *
I didn’t open the box until I got home.
I pulled at the wrapping, and then lifted the lid of the black box inside. And it was then that I felt the dull, throbbing ache between my legs.
I blushed crimson as my eyes flitted across the expensive, creamy lace lingerie in the box.
And right there, I knew I wasn’t being let go.
Right then, I knew my dirty, wicked fantasies involving my two hunky bosses were quickly going to become quite real.
The thought was barely through my head before I was stripping my clothes off, draping myself across my bed, and letting my fingers slide across my skin. And when I found my slick, wet pussy, I imagined it Luke and Jordan - exploring me. When I rolled my clit under my fingertips, I imagined it was their tongues, and when I pushed a small vibrator inside, I cried out, imagining it was one of their cocks.
I fumbled in the bedside drawer, feeling my body start to roll and fall towards that edge, but wanting more. I found it, there in the back of the drawer - the small dildo I’d almost forgotten I had.
I brought it right to my mouth, wrapped my lips around it, and let myself drown in the fantasy of both men taking me at once. I imagined that vibrator was one of them, and that the toy in my mouth was the other, both claiming me at the same time.
I came like a hurricane, muffling my scream with the toy in my lips as my body erupted and my pussy dripped cream down my fingertips.
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