Overworked: An Office Reverse Harem Romance

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by Dark Angel


  Killian is holding Julia by the cheeks, his cock thrusting into her wet mouth. She gags and chokes as saliva drips down her chest in a steady stream.

  “Suck it, Julia. Suck that fucking cock all the way down your throat,” Killian grunts.

  I slap Julia’s cunt lips one more time before pulling the flogger back. Reaching down, I insert a finger into her cunt, verifying how wet she really is. Our girl is drenched.

  I thrust my finger in and out of her wet hole. The juices cover my hand with a slick layer of fluids. Even the room smells like her aroma.

  Nothing will drive a man more insane than smelling a woman without being able to taste her.

  No worries. I have plans for Julia that will drive her to the point of begging us for release.

  Killian pulls back from her then leans down to kiss her. Their tongues tangle in an erotic knot, twisting and turning against one another.

  While they collide in an oral assault, I ready the next part.

  Taking two ropes, I again check them for flaws. It’s important at this point that they are sturdy and without any snags.

  They will be holding her full weight, and they need to take the impact of two bodies thrusting against one.

  I lay the binds on the bed, my hand stroking my cock. The way Julia moans have me dripping pre-cum already. This woman drives even me crazy.

  Helping Julia to her feet, I explain what is about to happen.

  “Submitting to me means that you will do what I ask of you, but you should know that I will never allow harm to come your way. I will protect you always.”

  “I understand,” she says after a deep breath.

  “Are you ready to fly, little Gem?” I ask even though I know that she has already given me permission to show her my world.

  Chapter 18

  Julia

  The calm before the storm—that’s the only way I can describe the air in this room right now.

  My massage is how you would define ‘heaven’. Xane is spoiling me with all the amenities his resort has to offer. I don’t realize at first why.

  My body is shaking from the smacks on my pussy lips. I have never experienced that before. Xane seems to be triggering spots that I didn’t know existed.

  When Xane asks me if I’m ready to fly, I’m confused at first.

  He points to the ceiling, and my eyes widen. I have never seen anything like it.

  Hooks are scattered in seemingly random positions across the ceiling—or at least, not in an arrangement that I can make any immediate sense of. Then again, everything with Xane has some sort of hidden purpose.

  I look down, biting my lip in a mixture of confusion and excitement.

  Xane holds another rope in his hand, slowly moving his fingers along the fibers. My arms are already entirely immobile against my body, but the purpose of the next rope is slowly dawning on me.

  “Part your legs, Julia. Stand with your feet two feet apart,” Xane orders.

  I do what he asks. Parting my thighs, I don’t say a word. He already explained earlier that I was to keep quiet unless spoken to.

  I close my eyes and tilt my head back, giving myself up as this handsome man wraps my right upper thigh in rope. It’s tight, but not painful.

  The left one goes next. Each wrap a little tighter than the one before, but comforting in its soft confinement.

  I feel incredible. My entire body feels warm, and I’m able to relax both my body and mind in ways that I never dreamed I could. I never thought about this kind of sex before, but so far, I’m enjoying the experience.

  I have Killian on one side of me and Xane on the other. They attach small metal hooks through the ropes. I feel both their sets of arms wrap around my small frame.

  “We’re going to lift you now, Julia. You will be perfectly safe. Just remember that nothing will happen if you don’t want it to. Red means stop,” Killian reminds me.

  “I understand. I trust you,” I whisper.

  My pussy is soaking wet as I anticipate everything that will happen to me.

  Xane steps on a button under the table, my body slowly rising to suspend about 3 feet in the air.

  “Oh, fuck!” I moan, a little scared, but in a good way.

  My legs spread about 2 feet open, and I’m looking at the ceiling with my head hanging back. The suspension is complete insanity.

  I don’t know how long I can remain here without having them touch me. Almost as if he can read my thoughts, Xane approaches me. I’m nearly burning for his touch.

  Xane stands at my head, twisting my nipples with his fingers. The small buds harden to his touch, and I struggle to stay silent. A whining moan hangs like a lump in my throat.

  “Open your mouth and suck my dick, my Gem,” Xane demands.

  I lick my lips, opening them wide. Xane’s cock pushes into my mouth, not stopping till I have all 12-inches down my throat. I’m surprised I handle it without effort; how much impact has all this relaxation had on me?

  Killian takes advantage of my pussy spread wide for him, burying his face in my wet folds.

  Long licks up my drenched lips pull moans from deep within me, vibrating against Xane’s cock in my throat. Fuck, I want him to spread me wide and eat my cunt like he’s starving. Of course, I can’t scream that with my mouth full.

  The teasing is driving me mad. If I could form words, I would be begging for them to fill every hole I have.

  “Our girl has a delicious cunt. I could eat her all day,” Killian comments.

  “Fuck, at the rate she’s sucking my dick I’ll have no fluids left in my body,” Xane adds.

  My mouth wraps tight around Xane’s cock as my lips curl into a subtle smile. I make sure to use my tongue as each inch enters and leaves. I never thought I would love sucking cock, but here I am.

  All their cocks are absolute perfection. The salty precum taste is forcing me to salivate even more around his shaft.

  Killian pulls back from my pussy and replaces his tongue with his cock. He slaps the giant head on my pussy lips, leaving a sticky trail attaching his cock to my cunt. I need him so bad—and he can tell.

  Without any hesitation, Killian forces a foot of cock inside of my aching pussy.

  I moan hard with Xane inside of my mouth, my vocal cords vibrating on his dick.

  “Oh, fuck, I can’t hold back any longer. I need in that ass,” Xane growls, pulling out of my mouth with a wet pop.

  Killian thrust his hips against me with loud thuds of impact. My body swings each time he strikes, the motion pulling me right back onto him each time.

  I’ve seen a sex swing used in a movie, but this is an entirely different contraption than I could have even dreamed up. Who knew hanging from the air with nothing more than a knot holding you can make one feel so free?

  Xane brings over a chair, sliding it beneath my body, sitting in the wooden seat.

  I can’t believe what they’re doing. While Killian pumps my pussy with his massive dick, Xane pushes his cock into my tight asshole.

  “OH, FUCK!” I cry out.

  I’m not in pain, but I’m shocked at the way this works—double penetrated while floating in mid-air. These two men have me shaking all over my body.

  Both cocks work in unison: when one pulls out, the other impales. I feel more alive than I have ever been before.

  My heart is racing as the first orgasm rips through my body like waves breaking on the shore. Dropping my head back again, I enjoy the blissful ride.

  Killian is close. I can feel his cock swelling inside of my pussy walls. Pulling back from my body, Killian walks around, placing himself at the level of my face. I think he’s going to cum all over my face, but no.

  “Open your mouth, Julia,” Killian asks.

  I open my mouth just in time. A thick spray of cum lands on my tongue. Jacking himself off, he sends out five more shots of sticky cream to fill my mouth before he’s finished.

  “Swallow,” Killian commands.

  I make sure to swallow and
savor every drop of his delicious cream. I lick my lips to make sure I don’t miss a single drop.

  Barely winded, Killian leans down, kissing my lips hard.

  I love how confident these men are. They’ve already proven they can take care of me in every way possible.

  Xane moves into a standing position, his cock pushing back into my tight asshole.

  “So fucking tight. I love the way that ass feels on my dick,” Xane growls.

  His arms wrap around my thighs, pushing his cock even deeper into me. The tight walls stretch each time he forces his way into me.

  I can’t believe the amount of pressure I can take when not on a flat surface. My body is limber still from the massage, allowing him to manipulate me for his pleasure.

  “Oh, fuck, Xane,” I whimper.

  Today feels like a dream. I’m doing things I never thought were possible. First the ropes, and now being fucked in the ass while hanging from the ceiling. Why does it feel so good to be so bad?

  Xane bucks his hips into my ass. The way he fills me, losing his rhythmic movements and succumbing to absolute abandon, I know he’s getting close to cumming.

  His cock is throbbing hard inside me. I feel as though I’m about to have a volcano go off inside of me.

  Xane uses his thumb and forefinger to manipulate my clit. I’m shaking the moment he touches the tiny bundle of nerves.

  “Come for me,” Xane demands.

  My body reacts to his order before my mind can even fully process it. I throw my head back, crying out in ecstasy relief. My asshole clenches tight around his cock.

  My spasms trigger his own orgasm. Xane sends cum deep into my ass, filling me to the absolute brim. A few more throbs of his cock send even more splashing out of me onto the floor.

  “FUCK! Take all that cum. Take it all, my Gem. Take it all,” he growls.

  We both savor our throes of passion together, our bodies working in perfect unison. I can’t believe the amount of cum pouring into me, but I still do my best to roll my hips to coax out every drop I can.

  Suspended in the air, I feel as though time has stopped. Nothing in the world matters right now other than this very moment. I don’t know that I have ever felt this complete.

  Many moments pass before I get lowered into Killian’s arms. Between them both, the ropes come off swiftly. They didn’t hurt, but my skin is marked with red lines betraying our experiences to the world.

  I’ll admit at first I was scared. Not of Xane or Killian, but I do have a fear of falling. But now, coming down from my orgasmic haze, all I can think about is doing it again.

  The door to the room opens, and Xane whispers to a petite Japanese woman.

  “Take her to the mineral baths and bathe her. Once you’re finished, let me know, and I will take her to her room myself,” Xane says.

  I haven’t had someone bathe me since I was a child. For a second, I hesitate, but one look at both men, and I follow the woman with shaky footsteps. I am slowly learning that sometimes others do know best.

  Chapter 19

  Julia

  The thirteen-hour flight has given me some time to rest after being with Xane and Killian.

  I trace a fading red line across my ribs in the lavish bathroom of Derek’s jet. I close my eyes and wistfully recall the feeling of being suspended in silk ropes.

  There’s a tap on the door.

  “Love? Touchdown is imminent, and, unless you’re inviting me in, I’d like to get back on the ground. Hate flying in these bloody things,” Derek’s charming accent floats through the thin wooden door.

  “Be right out,” I call.

  I splash some cool water on my face. I haven’t flown this much since I hired my first assistant. Hell, I haven’t been out of the city in the last four years.

  My fingers itch to get back to my computer and document my trip so far, but I recall the time I’ve been having, the beach and the spa…

  I’m going to have to think long and hard about what I actually end up putting in my files for my resorts.

  I pull on a sweater, slightly reluctant to cover the lovely marks on my body, and open the door. Derek has his seatbelt fastened and is currently enjoying a scotch on the rocks, but he still looks a little uneasy.

  Xane is also seated and looks just as uncomfortable, his dark brows furrowed. He has spent most of the flight on his feet; the plush seats seem to be a little too cozy for his personal taste.

  “Comfy?” I ask. Both of them smile at me.

  Derek raises his glass. “To Terra Firma,” he says, then takes a long swallow of his scotch. A red-headed girl sneaks in next to him and refills his glass.

  “I, too, will be glad to be back on the ground. Derek’s jet is a little…overdone, for my taste,” Xane says softly. “Please sit, Gem.”

  A fluttery sensation starts in my belly, and my knees feel a little weak as I sink into another plush chair. The same red-head quickly fastens my seatbelt and disappears into the crew cabin.

  After a few minutes, we land. Through the window, I see the hills rising around the airstrip. They are dusted with glistening white snow, and the air is sharp and dry as the door opens.

  I’m glad Derek told me to bundle up on the plane as the three of us dash to his green roadster.

  “Gotta love a topless woman,” Derek teases, holding the passenger door open for me. “Julia, meet Lucy. The old girl will take us to our wildest fantasies.”

  I laugh and take a seat. For a shining moment, I don’t worry. It seems so absurd to drive to a ski resort in a convertible, but then, last week, I would have said being tied up by dark, handsome men was crazy.

  I’m starting to think that being on a real vacation will mean embracing the sort of things I would have once written off as entirely irrational.

  Derek tucks a tartan wool blanket around my legs, his hands lingering on my upper thighs, and hands me a thermos.

  “Tea. Good English tea, none of that green bullocks Xane was serving you,” he says, smiling at me and tossing Xane a wink. Then he continues in a stage whisper, “The whiskey is in the glove compartment.”

  I giggle again.

  “I’ll see you at the lodge,” Xane calls out from his sleek motorcycle, which had been brought around.

  He revs the engine once, then races off. I watch the black shape disappear into the frosty hills. I’m sure he caught the underhanded jibe from Derek.

  The drive to the lodge is quick. Lucy hugs the curves in the road, and Derek pushes the limits of safety as he speeds up. I find myself not caring.

  For reasons that escape me, I trust him entirely. The rushing wind is cold, but Lucy’s heater works fantastically. Between the blanket and the thermos of tea, I stay warm and cozy.

  As we pull up to the resort, I can’t help being amazed at how stunning it is. The main lodge looks like a children’s toy in front of the imposing mountains, but when we reach the circular drive in front of it, the enormity of the building becomes clearer.

  Huge windows glow with warmth from the inside. A handsome valet steps forward to take Lucy’s keys from Derek, while the latter escorts me out of the car.

  “Take care of her, Tom. She’s older than your gran,” Derek teases the valet with a smile, tossing him the keys. “And keep her warm. We might want to head out again.”

  We step into the lodge and are enveloped in the warmth of the crackling fire dominating the center of the open space.

  Xane greets us and hands me a mug of mulled wine. I take a warm sip and thank him.

  Derek shows me around the main lodge, explaining that most of the guests are in private cabins ranging from cozy A-frames to giant family lodges complete with playrooms and a direct line to the bonded nanny services provided by the resort.

  “Of course, we will be staying in my private lodge. The natural hot spring certainly can heat up an evening, and I can’t wait to see you in the bathing suit Spencer picked out,” Derek winks as we finish our tour of the main lodge. “Now, dinner. What do
you say, love? Fancy some fish and chips?”

  I realize my wine is gone, and I am starving. “Actually, after all that sushi, I could really use a good old-fashioned steak.”

  Xane laughs. It’s a nice sound…I hope I’ll get to hear it more.

  “I know just the place then,” Derek says.

  The sun is down, so we leave Lucy to her heated garage. Derek calls for a sleek limo, and the three of us pile in the back.

  Derek pops the champagne, and I have a second glass on an empty stomach. I feel warm and mellow, but I’m ready for my steak.

  The restaurant is modern and dark but warm with its rich colors and leather. We’re seated in a cozy booth towards the back of the restaurant. It’s angled so we have a gorgeous view of the snowy landscape, yet no one can really see us.

  “The usual, sir?” The perky waitress in the tiny skirt asks when she recognizes Derek.

  “Of course, love. For three, unless Micky has worked out how to make a decent cottage pie,” Derek answers with a teasing smile.

  “Not yet,” the girl says with a grin. “He keeps adding too much flavor.” She turns around and heads back to the kitchen to place our order.

  A tall man in a black suit comes over to the table and brings a bottle of Bordeaux; he fills our glasses before disappearing.

  “You come here often?” I ask Derek.

  “On and off. I like to explore my surroundings.” His hand under the table slides along my upper thigh. “You never know what jewels you might find.”

  I feel myself blushing. I know no one can see us at our secluded table, but Xane has joined Derek in caressing me under the table.

  I feel like my reddened face is shouting to the entire restaurant that I’m itching to get plowed by the two men right here.

  I shift in my seat and take a sip of wine. When did I become so wanton?

  “Is something bothering you, my Gem?” Xane whispers in my ear.

  “I think the lovely lass is shy, Xane, ol’ chap. Can you think of any way we can help her get over that?” Derek says. “Maybe if we keep her hands busy, she won’t be so nervous.”

  He runs his hand along my arm now and draws my hand under the table, bringing it toward his bulging cock. I feel myself blush a deeper shade of red.

 

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