by Penny Wylder
His mouth is immediately replaced by a vibrator, and I groan through the gag. The vibrations send me straight to the edge, and there’s nothing I can do about it. I’m completely at his mercy, and the thought sends me over a third time. I scream against the gag, and I can feel my orgasm running down my legs.
The lack of my other senses amplifies everything I’m feeling. Intense isn’t enough to describe it. The vibrator disappears and the flogger is back, this time on my stomach and ass, harder than before. It’s enough to sting and I’m so aroused that the pain immediately dissolves into pleasure. I lean into the strokes, wanting more, and when he lets the flogger land directly on my clit, I scream. I’m on the edge of yet another orgasm, and I think that another one might very well kill me.
Matthew’s hands are on my breasts again, and I can’t even catch my breath before he removes one of the clamps. Pain and heat sweep through me, gathering in my core. The other clamp comes off and I’m dizzy with sensation. There’s too much of all of it, and at the same time I need more. I want more.
Fingers drift down my ribs, grip my hips, and I feel him against me. Oh god. We stopped using condoms a few months ago and I’m still not used to how good it feels. He lifts me up so I’m on my toes and lets me sink down onto his cock, and I’m moaning because oh yes yes yes I’ve missed this. Fuck being deprived of senses I’ve been deprived of this.
He always fills me up, but standing I can feel the whole length and thickness. It’s all I can feel, and I can’t move, can’t do anything. I’m his captive, his sub, his wife. I’m his, and it’s everything I’ve ever wanted.
Matthew thrusts up into me with slow, steady strokes, and I can barely breathe. Please, more. I beg him in my mind because I can’t speak. I arch my back towards him, trying to get closer. And he reads my cues, picking up his speed. He slams deep into me, hitting that spot so far inside that makes me see sparkles and fireworks.
Holding me still with his hands, he fucks me. The pleasure of each stroke rolls over me, pulling me steadily higher and higher and I can’t stop begging him even through the gag. I’m telling him not to stop and to fuck me harder. It’s all just noise, and getting louder. He thrusts harder into me, grabbing my ass and pulling me down onto him with each stroke.
I can feel his breath on my skin and I can feel that he’s close. I’m close too. I’ve been holding it back, but I can’t anymore. I let go, sinking into the orgasm. My head falls back and I scream out this pleasure. It’s so sharp that it almost hurts, burning through my nerves like a nova. So bright it’s blinding and I’ll never forget this moment.
Matthew comes moments later, and I feel his warmth inside me, cock jerking as he fucks me into aftershocks of pleasure. I don’t have the strength to stand anymore, and I’m being held up by his cock and my cuffs.
There’s a kiss pressed to the side of my neck and Matthew disappears for a moment, slipping out of me. He returns, cleaning me with a washcloth before gently removing the headphones from my ears. Even though the playroom is quiet, this silence feels loud in comparison. “Welcome back,” Matthew says, voice rough. He steps behind me to unhook the gag, and my jaw aches a little. “How do you feel?”
“Amazing,” I say, my words slurring a little.
Matthew chuckles, and unties the blindfold. “Keep your eyes closed,” he says. “Let them adjust before opening.”
I do. I’m not sure I could open my eyes even if he’d told me to. He unstraps my legs first, and I find myself standing normally again, as he unbuckles my hands. He doesn’t remove the mittens though.
Scooping me off my feet, I’m cradled in his arms and we begin to walk. I open my eyes slowly. “Where are we going?”
“Our bedroom,” he says as we walk through the door.
I look around, still a little confused. I’m not quite back yet. “Are we finished?”
“Not remotely.”
“Then why are we here?”
Matthew lays me on the bed, lifting my arms to their place attached to the headboard. “Because I played with my sub, and now I’m going to make love to my wife.” He leans down and kisses me, bringing me back to myself, and impossibly arousing me again. “And if you’re very very good, I’ll let you have your hand back the next time around.”
I laugh. “The next time? Are we sleeping before our flight to Hawaii?”
He raises an eyebrow. “It’s a long flight. We can sleep on the plane.”
My pussy clenches in anticipation. “All night?”
“All night, as many times as I choose.” He settles between my legs and I gasp as he enters me again.
I arch against him and give him the sexiest look I can. “It’s my wedding night too. Do I get to choose at all?”
He pauses, giving me a considering look. “You may choose one thing.”
“Your mouth,” I say without hesitation. “I want your mouth on me again.”
“Are you sure?” he asks, “Because if that’s your choice, you’ll get it. I’ll take my time with you and by the time I’m done I’ll have your pussy memorized. But you don’t get any more choices. After that, you’re mine.”
“I’m already yours,” I say softly.
He smiles, “Damn right.” Suddenly serious, he adds, “I hope you know how much I love you, Emma. I love having you in my life, I love having you in my bed, I love dominating you. I love that I get to spend the rest of my life with you.”
I fight back the happy tears brimming in my eyes. “I do too. All of it.”
There’s a moment of nothing but connection, where it feels like there’s nothing in-between us. Those are the moments I remember. And then I remember that he’s inside me, and that it’s our wedding night and we’re wasting time.
“Now please get down there are lick me, Master.”
Matthew raises an eyebrow. “Be careful what you wish for, sub.” He pushes my legs open, and holds them in place, ravishing me with his mouth, and showing me over and over again how thoroughly he loves me.
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THE END
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I can do this. I got the job, they like my stuff, so why am I so nervous?
Standing outside the Tap Company office, my stomach starts to flip-flop. I check myself in the reflective window. Everything looks like it’s in place. Makeup and hair are good. Clothes are working. No toilet paper stuck to my shoe; always a plus. I take a deep breath and walk inside.
The inside of the office isn’t exactly what I imagined a start-up app company would look like. It looks more like an adult daycare center. There’s a big screen TV on one of the walls and colorful beanbag chairs below it. There’s a video gaming area, nerf basketball hoop, and a foosball table.
Am I in the right place? When I heard about the app the Tap Company was making, it sounded like the next big thing—it organizes the apps on your phone based on the ones you use most. There’s chatter that a giant company like Google will buy it. Getting in on the ground floor of a company like that after beating out hundreds of other applicants is a dream come true. But looking at this place, it feels more like a geeked-out frat house than a company about to explode.
Doesn’t matter. I can handle a few frat-nerds. In my head I’m picturing the stereotypical smart guys: thick glasses, bad haircuts, looking like their moms dressed them, amped up on Mountain Dew while screaming profanities at teens on Xbox live.
But as I venture further into the room, five perfectly handsome men approach me. They are not at all what I expected.
“You must be Anya,” one of them says. He’s crisply dressed in a plaid shirt and chinos. The way they fit his body, it’s easy to tell
there’s something special underneath all that fabric. His dark hair is just as meticulous as the rest of his appearance except a stray lock that hangs down in his eyes. He reaches out to shake my hand and I get excited at just the thought of touching him. “I’m Beck. It’s good to have you on the team,” he says.
I swallow the lump in my throat and try to calm myself as I admire each of the equally sexy men he introduces next. There’s Jason, who has a fair complexion with light hair and light blue eyes and looks like a Swedish model. He’s the main programmer, and according to Beck, is pure genius and the backbone of the company. Jason gives me a flirty smile and a wink, causing my face to turn fifty shades of red.
Winston is a bit more reserved. Instead of a smile, he gives me a head-nod when he’s introduced. He’s quite possibly the sexiest ginger in the world, has a close-cropped beard and kind, yet questioning green eyes. I’ve always had a thing for redheads.
Derrick is the networker, an extrovert through and through. He’s tall and slim with sharp angles and an absolutely adorable face. The way he shakes my hand and his huge smile make me feel instantly welcome.
Then there’s Trey. He seems less refined than the others in his hoody, torn jeans, and Chucks. He’s flirty like Jason, but in a different way. There’s something more sensual about him, and maybe even a little dangerous. He has dark bedroom eyes and a confident way about him as he slides his hand across my fingers when we shake hands.
They are all a little older than me, around twenty-seven years old, and each and every one of them is sexy as hell. It’s a bit intimidating having five bosses that I’m physically attracted to. This should make for an interesting work environment. I know nothing can ever happen with any of them, but it doesn’t hurt to look. And you better believe I plan to look. Who knew tech guys could look like this? I wonder if they have girlfriends. I don’t see any rings on their fingers, so there are no wives involved. Starting a business doesn’t give a person much time out of the office to socialize. I guess that’s why I’m single too. Work has been my life and I don’t see that changing any time soon. If I ever wanted to date, it would have to be someone in-house, someone who understands what it’s like to try to break into the tech business and knows the kind of long hours I have to put in to make it work.
“Your portfolio on LinkedIn is quite impressive,” Beck says. “I was honestly surprised when you were available for hire. A talent like yours doesn’t come around too often. We’re lucky to have you.”
Gratitude soars through me. My chest is tight with happiness and there’s a slight sting behind my eyes. I will not cry in front of my new bosses even though I’m so happy I could burst. I’ve never gotten such great compliments from such an important and influential company. It just affirms that this is what I’m meant to do. All the hard work, the student debt, will all be worth it. Maybe one day I’ll be able to afford my dream house, one in the city with a big yard for a dog. All my friends have gotten married and have moved into amazing homes with nice new cars and expensive clothes while I’ve been standing around like a little kid looking through the window of a candy shop with empty pockets. For years they’ve been telling me my day will come, that a huge opportunity will fall into my lap. I think maybe it finally has.
“Thank you so much,” I say.
Beck shows me the office where I’ll be working. The others follow. It has a stunning view of the city. Winston leaves and goes to his own office. I’m getting a cold vibe from him. I’m not sure why. Is he not as impressed with my portfolio as the others? That’s okay. I like a challenge. I’ll show him I’m worth it.
“I’d be happy to give you a tour if you’d like,” Jason says.
“That would be great,” I say and follow him.
The others smile and congratulate me on their way to their own offices.
“You really know your way around graphics, don’t you?” Jason says as we walk down a short corridor to what looks like a break room. There’s a microwave, fridge, coffee maker, cupboards and table, and small love seat in the back. I’m standing next to the counter top. “Which is good, because we can get a little graphic around here.” He looks back at me and winks.
I huff out a breath of laughter at his obvious flirting. “Perfect. I need a team who can keep up.”
“You like team challenges?”
“Of course, I can take anything anyone gives me.”
He comes closer to me and gives me that sultry look again that makes my knees want to buckle and causes a wonderfully heavy ache at the junction between my legs. “Are you sure you can take anything? There are five men here. That’s a lot for a small girl to handle.”
I don’t think we’re talking about tasks anymore. God, those light blue eyes are mesmerizing. I could stare into them all day. Suddenly I’m picturing him turning me around and bending me over this counter, and the other four men coming in and having their way with me when Jason is done. The heavy, achy feeling between my legs grows into a fierce need. I’m getting wetter by the second.
I lean into him so we’re only inches apart. His smile is so incredibly beautiful. I’m desperate to kiss those soft, fleshy lips, taste his tongue, feel it glide against mine. I wonder what he would do if I kissed him right now. “Trust me, I can take it,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
His smile slips away and his expression turns to pure desire and unadulterated lust. “I’d like to see that.”
I give him the same kind of flirty wink he gave me. “Maybe someday you will.”
He chuckles and adjusts himself. I glance down and see an impressive hard-on hiding under his pants.
I glance up at him and our eyes lock. He knows I’ve seen it, but neither of us says anything about it.
“I guess that’s it. There’s not much more than this,” he says, gesturing to the room.
I don’t take my eyes off of him. “So far I like what I see.”
“So do I,” he says.
Once we finally break eye contact and I get my raging hormones under control, we go back to the main room where the rest of the team is in their offices. The offices are basically cubicles with doors. All of their doors are open, and the other men are watching us. I think they may have heard our flirty banter because suddenly they have all become very curious.
“So,” Jason says, “are you single?”
Beck leans out of his office and cuts him off. “Jason, back to your work station.”
They exchange a look I can’t quite read. It’s not hostile or anything. Jason’s not in trouble by any means. It feels more like they are trying to come to an understanding without words, and I watch the exchange with rapt amusement. It’s obvious these guys have known each other for quite some time to be able to communicate wordlessly. It’s apparent with all of them, the way they exchange looks. I seem to be the only one out of the loop.
Reluctantly, Jason goes back to his desk, but he doesn’t shut his door.
Derrick leaves his office and says, “I’ll show you the program if you’re ready to get started.”
A take a deep breath. I’m more than ready. I’m … happy. I feel it in every part of my body. I’ll do my job, they’ll sell this app, and I’ll have everything I could possibly want. My friends—no, not my friends. It doesn’t matter what my friends think of me right now. I’ll be proud. That’s all that matters. I’m not doing this to prove anything to anyone else. This is my time to shine.
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