Corporate Plaything

by Lizzie Lynn Lee

  “What’s the matter?” Justin asked.

  Her tongue felt it like had been glued to the roof of her mouth. “I-I’m not really in the mood.”

  “Do you want to forfeit the test?”

  “N-no. I just… Give me a few minutes.” Anna hung her head, fixing her stare at the juncture of her thighs. If she’d secretly lusted on her interviewer earlier, now the mood was gone. Being naked in front of strangers did that to her. She felt vulnerable. Exposed.

  “Maybe you need a little help?” Raphael’s voice startled her. He had sneaked beside her, his lips a hairsbreadth away from her ear. He skimmed the curve of her shoulder with his hand before he tugged her face to meet his.

  Anna was captivated by how blue his eyes were. The irises looked like water from the deep ocean. Pure. Powerful. Feral. And no, they didn’t look like coloured contacts at all.

  Ralph purred. “A little visual aid, perhaps?”

  “V-visual aid?”

  “Let’s play a game, shall we? I’ll show you mine, you’ll show me yours.”

  “I…” Her brain imploded when she realised what he meant.

  Ralph unzipped the fly on his cargo pants and freed his cock. Apparently, he was a commando type of guy, and good lord, the man was hard. When she saw him in that underwear shoot, she’d wondered what he would look like. Now, she knew. His cock was thick and long, virile, prime meat with the sole purpose to fuck and be blown.

  Ralph clasped his shaft and stroked himself in languid motions. His cock pulsed. “I showed you mine. Now, it’s your turn.”

  “Um.”

  “Well?”

  What the hell? She had already got her toes wet, might as well jump in with both feet. Anna scooted further to the middle of Justin’s desk, splaying her legs wider. She slid a hand between her thighs and thrust two fingers into her cunt. Closing her eyes, she focused on what she was doing. If I can’t come, I can fake it. I just need to make it convincing.

  “We’ll know if you fake it,” Justin announced, as if he could read her mind.

  Her eyes flew open. Damn. How did he know?

  Justin and Matt flashed an all-knowing smile. “You’re so easy to read, Miss Vincent. We’re purveyors of carnal delight. We know when somebody’s faking an orgasm,” Justin explained.

  Ralph tugged her face with his free hand. “Watch me. You obviously need help.”

  Her eyes drifted to his crotch again. His cock was fully erect, hard and pulsing. Her heart pounded fast. Heat rose. She hated to admit it but the sight of him pleasuring himself turned her on. The lust pushed away her embarrassment, annoyance and the little anger she had felt earlier.

  Ralph mesmerised her.

  Enraptured her.

  He slid his hand along his shaft, from base to top, stroking his cock with graceful motions. His eyelids lowered into a hooded state, but his gaze was as intense as ever. Those azure eyes of his looked piercing, bearing down on her, penetrating her soul to her naked, vulnerable self.

  “Imagine,” he began, the satiny-rasps of his voice making her spine tingle, “that we’re in bed together, naked under the blanket, just us, nothing in between. I pull you under me and feel you all over. You shiver, but you like it so much. In fact, you beg me, you moan, you want me to taste every inch of your skin.”

  The frank talk of sex sounded corny, but strangely arousing. Anna pushed her fingers deeper until the pad of her palm smashed against her vulva. Her pussy clenched, the tight rings of her muscles fluttering around her knuckles. To her surprise, she moistened luxuriously.

  “Would you like that, babe? Me licking you? Tasting you?” Ralph continued, stroking himself faster. “You don’t have to twist my arm for it. Licking you all over is something I’ve wanted to do for a long time. Imagine how happy I am when you open your legs and beg me to lick you there. God, babe, and you’re so wet too. All that syrupy goodness as if you just can’t wait to have my mouth there.”

  Anna unconsciously stroked herself harder, matching his rhythms. The aches in her pussy turned into something wickedly pleasurable. The hot, gut-deep feeling exploded in her depths, untainted morsels of ecstasy sparked like fireworks and burned everything before she could control it. She released a long stalled breath, faintly aware that her nipples had stiffened, aching like her clit as she ground and mashed her fingers in and out furiously. Her pussy made a thick, lewd sound.

  “That’s exactly what I do, babe. I lick your lips. Lick your clit. Everything.” Ralph noticed her arousal. “But I still want more. I tongue-fuck you, deep and rough. I scrape you with my teeth. I suck. I bruise you, but it still isn’t enough. You need to be properly fucked. With my cock. So I could reach the part of you that my tongue can’t. Would you like that, babe?”

  “Y-yes,” she replied. Caught in the brimstone that seared her alive, she finger-fucked herself faster and harder. Her muscles tensed. She wasn’t yet there, but oh so close, the aching want was maddening, it bordered on frustration. Her back arched as she looked for a deeper angle to penetrate herself, stroking to completion. Ralph’s dirty talk had burnt her.

  “I get up and slide my cock along your pussy lips, bathing myself in your juice.” Ralph spat on his palm and continued jacking his dick, as fast and furious as she was. “Seeing you hot and wet like that makes me unable to control myself. I fuck you, slam my cock inside your tight pussy. I can’t believe how good you make me feel. I slam and slam again. I lose my mind. Fuck you hard as I can. I know I shouldn’t ‘cause I might hurt you, but God, I just can’t help it. I want you to come hard. I want you to scream. Come, babe. Come for me, ba—”

  He hadn’t finished his sentence when it hit her. Anna climaxed hard. Her eyes widened in disbelief as a powerful force raked through her being, tearing her from the edge of her sanity. Her orgasm was so volatile when she passed its first tide, she felt as if she was clinging to a piece of lumber in the middle of giant sea storm, hoping she’d survive it. Her body quaked as tide after tide of pleasure hammered until she thought she’d lose her mind. She shut her eyes and surrendered.

  God. Anna was speechless. She’d never experienced an orgasm so powerful before and it shocked her. Scared her. She wheezed out, opening her eyes.

  Fuck. She’d made a puddle of wetness on Justin’s desk, flooding her printed résumé with her juices. Anna was mortified. “I-I’m s-sorry. I’ve never…”

  What the hell did I just do? This is gross, embarrassing and…

  “Beautiful,” Justin praised her unexpectedly. “A genuine orgasm.” To her horror, he ran his hand along her inner thigh and collected her dew right from the source. He brought his fingers into his mouth and sucked them with unabashed delight.

  She’d never met a man who blatantly enjoyed a woman’s cum. As a matter of fact, did men really do that? Anna looked around to see if she was hallucinating. She half-expected Ralph and Matt to be disgusted with what Justin just did. She was wrong. They stared at her with fire in their eyes, as hungry as prey-deprived beasts.

  Ralph let go of his cock. His hard shaft swayed as he grabbed her face and gave her a long suffocating kiss. Anna forgot her own name when he parted his lips to slide his tongue in her mouth.

  The three brothers traded another conspiratory glance.

  Justin beamed. “Congratulations, Miss Vincent. You’re hired.”

  Chapter Two

  Ralph sank in a chair after Anna Vincent left the room to freshen herself up in the restroom. “I can’t believe it’s really her. After all these years.”

  “Tell me about it.” Justin didn’t want to believe it either until he finally met her in person. When he’d tasted her juice, he’d confirmed that Anna was their mate. The scent alone wasn’t enough. He had to be sure before he and his brothers claimed Anna forever.

  Chatharnak, warrior nymphs, like them could sense their mate by her scent. Justin had been in a meeting with Marian Bancroft when suddenly he’d caught the scent of their mate passing by. It took him by surprise and he jumped fr
om his chair to hunt where the source of the scent was coming from, leaving Bancroft perplexed in mid-sentence. Then, he saw her, their predestined mate, sitting in Bancroft’s secretary’s waiting room, studiously filling out forms. She was a pretty, young thing even dressed in dull clothes and rather thick glasses, poring over a sheaf of papers as if her life depended on them.

  He remembered standing by the door, restraining the urge to grab her and rip off her clothes to see if her alluring scent wasn’t just a figment of his imagination. But Justin was sure about it. There was no mistake. She was their mate, the sole reason he and his brothers had come to the surface world seven years ago. Whoever she was, she belonged to him and his brothers.

  Later on, Justin found out her name was Anna Vincent and she’d come to Bancroft’s agency looking for work. Matt came up with the idea of hiring her as their double duty personal assistant in order to get her acquainted with the idea she was Azura’s future queen.

  Raphael had disagreed. He wanted to claim her on the spot and bring her home to Azura. Justin favoured Ralph’s idea. But after a long consideration, he realised claiming her on the spot might scare her out of her wits. Anna was a human after all.

  Just like their mother.

  Justin had heard stories that it had taken several long, arduous months for their father to convince their mother that she was his cevborn, bonded mate. Like them, their father had gone to the surface world for his mate and had kidnapped their mother as soon as he found her. It wasn’t a secret that their mother had a hard time accepting her fate. Having to live among the humans for the past several years, Justin understood the human’s mind-set. Especially that most of them didn’t believe nymphs were real. Let alone understood the fact that sometimes, those otherworldly beings needed human mates in order to survive and further their line.

  Justin nodded. “I thought the Sabian Seer had advised us out of pity. I didn’t think we would find her here. To be honest, I’d started losing faith.”

  After years of fruitless searching for their mate in the Netherworld, their father arranged a meeting with a seer to foretell their future. The seer told them that they had been looking in the wrong place. Their predestined bonded wasn’t a nymph, or even an otherworldly being. Their mate was a human.

  After hearing the revelation, he and his brothers came to the surface world. They had been overwhelmed with the fact that their bonded was one among millions of marriageable human females on Earth. How were they supposed to find her?

  Their father had been lucky. He caught his mate’s scent as soon as he swam to the beach and saw her frolicking by the water. Spiriting her away on the spot wasn’t a problem. But convincing her to accept her fate was a tricky one. Justin recalled their father had told them that he’d had to deal with a lot of kicking, screaming, and black eyes when their mother demanded to be freed and sent home.

  For years after they had arrived on the surface world, he and his brothers had moved from town to town, country to country in search of their cevborn. Justin had been a gym teacher, police officer, bartender, bank teller, working different odd jobs to fit in with the humans’ society to see if their mate was among them. Ralph and Matt did the same and still their cevborn was nowhere to be seen. Then, eighteen months before, Justin had come to conclusion that what they had been doing was ineffective. Instead of looking for their mate, why not try to lure her to them?

  He observed that human females were drawn to clothes and beautiful things and could be quite obsessive about it. Justin thought launching a career in the fashion and cosmetic industry where they’d be dealing with women all the time would be a perfect cover. The design house they started became an instant hit and women from all shapes and races flocked to him and his brothers. Unfortunately, none of those doting admirers were their mate.

  Matt had grumbled about it, saying that Justin’s idea was a complete waste of time. But his brother soon had to eat his own words when Anna Vincent showed up in Bancroft’s office.

  Marian Bancroft had warned Justin that Anna was up to no good, but Justin couldn’t care less. She was their long-awaited cevborn, the woman they would soon claim and bring back to their underwater palace in Azura.

  Nothing else mattered.

  Justin read the contract Anna Vincent had just signed one more time and smiled. With it, they were one step closer to making her theirs.

  Matt glanced over the contract and frowned. “One year. Do we have to wait that long before we can bring her home?”

  “Sooner, I hope. If we don’t scare her off first.” Justin folded the contract and stowed it in his drawer.

  “Like Mother, you mean?” Ralph added.

  Matt snorted a laugh. Justin grimaced. Their mother was a fiery woman, but she and their father were the most loving couple he had ever known. If being claimed by one nymph king scared a human woman out of her wits, Justin felt wary about how Anna would react when she was claimed by three.

  Female nymphs never gave birth to multiple babies. However, he and his brothers were an exception, thanks to their mother’s genetic traits as a human. Since his kin believed that only one predestined mate was bound to one birth, sharing a womb with his brothers meant he was also bound to the same woman.

  Anna Vincent.

  “So.” Justin tapped his fingers. “Who will initiate her first?”

  “Me,” Matt announced quickly.

  “Why you?” Raphael threw him a dirty look.

  “Because she hates me the most.”

  “You were too harsh on her,” Justin added. Anna had looked offended when Matt called her frumpy.

  “Well, somebody has to play the bad guy if we want to make this convincing. You think whoever sent her won’t get suspicious if we hand everything over a little too easily?”

  Justin couldn’t argue with the logic. After he discovered Anna Vincent was their cevborn, he’d hired a private detective to dig out everything about her. Anna was the only child in the family. Her mother was rumoured to have left her father for a younger man when she was only three years old. Anna went to MIT for a year, then dropped out for financial reasons.

  The detective didn’t find anything out of the ordinary about her until he saw she was being forced into a car by a group of unscrupulous-looking men. A little more digging revealed that Anna’s father had ties with Ivan Koleniskov, a member of a Russian mob family who ran dirty jobs for Beautycor, the cosmetic company that had been itching to drive the Martels’ design house out of business.

  Anna and her father, Joseph Vincent, hadn’t struck him as people who liked conning for their living. Joseph Vincent went into an early retirement because of his health problems, and Anna worked in a boutique law firm as an IT support tech to support both of them. The father and daughter had lived a normal life until a couple of weeks ago when she suddenly quit her job and showed up in Marian Bancroft’s office. It was easy to figure out what she was up to. With her father’s affiliation to Koleniskov, more than likely the mobster had forced father and daughter to work for them.

  Since he knew what Beautycor was after, Justin guessed Anna was sent to spy on them.

  A corporate spy to unearth their trade secret.

  Justin found the turn of events highly amusing because Anna wasn’t cut out for a spy job. She was a smart woman, but from his observations, he found her too gullible and too trusting. There wasn’t a shred of cunning in her personality that was needed to make it in this cut-throat business.

  “Whatever you do, just don’t scare her,” Justin warned Matt. “We need to make her trust us.”

  Matt scowled. “Do I look scary to you?”

  “This is New York. Not an Azura training field. Sometimes you forgot where you are.”

  Matt wanted to retort, but the door opened and Anna’s nervous face poked between the cracks. She had cleaned herself and dressed properly.

  Justin motioned for her to come closer. “I have something for you, Miss Vincent.”

  Anna came in. Her big brown
eyes transfixed on what Justin had in his hand. “Necklace?”

  “Slave collar. You’re now officially our plaything and I want you to wear this during the course of your contract.”

  “Why, of course,” she muttered darkly.

  “Why the gloom?” Justin pulled her into his lap and fitted the collar on her neck. The black lambskin collar contrasted with her creamy skin. Justin felt pleased. “I think this collar suits you well. In fact, you were born to wear it.”

  * * * *

  Anna fingered the collar around her neck as Matt’s Porsche slowed to a halt, parking in the garage of his mansion. Her heart drummed like a tribal dance. Anxiety started to creep over her again. Here we go. His home.

  She stole a glance at Matt as he turned off the car. He plucked his key from the ignition and unbuckled his seat belt. A shiver of curiosity curled at the base of her skull, wondering what Matt would do to her tonight. Fuck her? Duh. What else? Demand a blow? Most likely.

  She was sure the brothers wanted their own plaything for that very reason. Someone to fulfil their instant gratifications. The contract didn’t specify what her job description was; it only stated that she must do whatever they demanded, no matter how frivolous it was.

  She realised she wasn’t bothered with the fact that she should feel, at least, dread about her new status. Part of her was actually looking forward to it. This isn’t normal. What’s wrong with me? Just because Ralph talked dirty to me and I got my first skull-searing orgasm, I’m instantly addicted to their perverse games?

  “What’s wrong?” Matt must have noticed her frown.

  Anna startled. “Nothing, sir.”

  One of his eyebrows shot up. “Change your mind? Remember, Justin gave you a twenty-four-hour cooling period if you don’t want to go through with this.”

  “N-no, sir. I need this job.”