It didn’t matter. I had to find out.
I lifted my skirt and pushed my cotton panties down my thigh highs. The underwear dropped to the floor, and I stepped out.
“Climb on my chair, facing the back of it, shins on the armrests.”
Did he think I was with the circus? The armrests were wide as office chairs went, but I wasn’t at all sure I could balance up there.
“I don’t know if—”
“Do as I say or I’ll belt-whip you myself. And I’ll use the other end of the belt.”
I looked down at the huge rodeo-style belt buckle that was holding up his jeans. Even I wasn’t crazy enough to enjoy that punishment.
I turned toward the chair. As he held it steady, I managed to climb onto it, perched precariously with a shin on each armrest, legs spread. I rested my wrists on the back of the chair. He lifted my skirt up to my waist.
I’d never felt so naked before. So exposed.
And why did it bother me that I couldn’t see him now? I couldn’t gaze into his gorgeous face or ogle his broad shoulders.
His hand cupped my ass. “Now…what do you need, Tessa?”
The air conditioner kicked on and the breeze tickled my exposed clit. “I need to come.”
“Has my brother made you come?”
“No.” But I hoped that wouldn’t prevent Dixon from doing so.
His hand was on the move, tickling the light dusting of hair on my pussy lips. He circled around them twice, but didn’t touch the most sensitive areas.
I tensed, waiting for something to happen, my thighs tight from trying to balance on the chair.
He plunged a finger inside me.
“Oh, God!” I cried, clutching the back of the chair for dear life. A few more like that and I’d be a goner.
But he only thrust in three times, then slid his soaked finger from back to front across my clit.
Ohhhh…that was even better. His finger swirled in gentle circles. I quivered as tiny pulses racked my body.
“Who gets you wetter, Tessa? Me or my brother?”
“You,” I murmured.
He rewarded me with a little more pressure in the next swirl. My clit had never been so happy.
“Whose punishments are more effective?”
“Yours.”
He moved his finger a little faster. He’d reached the perfect rhythm. The perfect pressure on my clit.
“Who do you dream about fucking, Tessa?”
“You,” I panted. “I want you to fuck me!”
He cupped my ass. A finger from one hand slipped into my wet pussy, while the other hand moved in and continued the fast-paced circling on my clit.
My shudders started immediately. Shockwaves tore through my body as I went into all-out convulsions. I lost control and slipped, falling on my knees into the chair, mid-orgasm.
Dixon’s hands were gone, so I thrust my finger between my pussy lips, massaging my clit until every last pulse had subsided.
As I huddled in a ball in his big desk chair, Dixon brought my blouse over and laid it across the armrest.
“Where’s your bra?” he asked suddenly.
My mind was still fogged. “What?”
“Your bra? Where is it?”
“Oh…your brother kept it.”
Dixon walked out of the room and returned a moment later with my simple white bra, encased in a large plastic storage bag. He took it out and threw the baggie in the trash.
I expected him to hand the bra to me, but he opened a desk drawer and placed it carefully inside.
“Wow, six o’clock,” he said. “I have a dinner to get to.”
Then I was alone.
Chapter Five
Wednesday morning, I could barely control my breathing as I hurried from the elevator to the front desk of Maddox Brothers Investments.
Yesterday had been frustrating. My bosses had been in and out of the office all day, hardly looking in my direction. My body yearned to be punished…touched.
And I realized that now, more than anything, I wanted Dixon to look deeply into my eyes and kiss me…then fuck me senseless.
That hadn’t happened, and I’d given up hope of any more excitement for the week, since I knew they had meetings scheduled.
But as he was about to leave for the day, Mason had paused, turned to me and said, “Wear black garter belts with hose from now on,” and left.
And if that wasn’t enough, when Dixon was leaving a half-hour later, he handed me $100 and a card with an address on it.
“Be there at seven tonight for a waxing,” he’d said.
It turned out that he had indeed made an appointment for me and even specified the type of waxing I was to have.
So there I was at my desk Wednesday morning, my crotch as bare as it could be, a black garter belt holding up my hose.
Mason came in, and my body tensed in anticipation. Would he have time for a little punishment before his appointment? I wished I’d mis-stapled his contract copies yesterday.
“Tessa, run down to the deli on the first floor and get a variety of bagels. Mr. Yakamura loves them.”
“Yes, sir,” I said, hoping the phrase would remind him to punish me at least a little before his appointment arrived at ten.
“Oh, and Tessa?”
“Yes, sir?”
“We’re considering a major deal with Mr. Yakamura, so this could be one of those days we talked about, where I need you to go the extra mile.”
“Um…okay.”
“I’ll be meeting with him in the morning, and Dix will be seeing him in the afternoon.”
“Separately?” I wondered why they didn’t kill two birds with one stone.
“When it’s a deal this big, we like to make our decisions independently, and compare notes after we’ve slept on it. If we both think it’s a good idea, we invest.”
“Oh, I see. Should I bring in some lunch for Mr. Yakamura?”
“No, you can take your lunch break as usual. He’ll be otherwise engaged. We like to show him a good time when he’s in town. He brings us the most promising investments to consider from Asia.”
“Oh,” I said. What did that mean? Were they getting him a hooker? “I’ll go get the bagels.”
I wondered what in the world the two of them could need extra help with once the bagels were here.
Mr. Yakamura showed up promptly at ten. He was a pleasant-looking man with high cheekbones and full lips. His manners were stiff and formal when he nodded at me and asked for “Mr. Maddox.”
I showed him into Mason’s office and shut the door behind him.
I’d only done a few minutes of data entry when I heard Mason’s voice in my ear.
“Tessa, come in here.”
Did Mr. Yakamura go through the bagels already?
I entered the office quickly.
“Close the door,” Mason said.
I did so, wondering if I should have brought a legal pad or a laptop. Was I supposed to take notes?
“Mr. Yakamura and I were having a difference of opinion. He says American employees lack obedience, but I told him that isn’t the case here.”
I had no response to that.
“You obey me in everything I ask, don’t you, Tessa?”
“Yes…sir,” I said. Why was his tone making me so nervous? I noticed Mr. Yakamura’s face held an expression of anticipation.
“Let’s prove it to him. Take off your blouse.”
What?
I stopped breathing. For some reason this seemed much worse than what had happened in this office so far. For one thing, I’d never, ever disrobed in front of two men at once.
I met Mason’s steady gaze. It told me I’d better not make a fool of him in front of Mr. Yakamura.
My hands trembled as I worked the buttons of my blouse. When I finally finished with them, I skimmed it off my shoulders, extremely glad Mason hadn’t put nipple clamps on me this morning.
Mason glanced at Mr. Yakamura. The man shrugged.
/> “Not convinced?” Mason asked. “Your skirt, Tessa.”
I tried to swallow but my mouth was too dry. Would the skirt be the last request?
Reaching behind me, I unzipped my black pencil skirt and let it fall to the ground, revealing my black garter belt and white bikini panties.
Mr. Yakamura turned his chair so he was staring at me straight on. He expected more.
“The bra and panties, Tessa.” Mason motioned toward my chest and crotch.
I fought back angry tears. I’d thought the times before with Mason had been embarrassing, but they weren’t nearly as humiliating as being showcased to a stranger like a prized pony.
Slowly, I reached behind and unclasped my bra. It dangled on my shoulders for a moment before I gathered the courage to pull the straps down and let it drop off.
But as I slid my thumbs into each side of my panties, something strange happened.
I looked into the faces of each man—Mr. Yakamura, then Mason—and excitement oozed down to a certain spot between my thighs.
I couldn’t believe this was turning me on. Was I destined to end up in the nuthouse like my mom?
Once I’d stepped out of my panties, I tried to stand up straight so my stomach wouldn’t pooch out. I wondered what I looked like in just my garter, hose and high heels.
Mr. Yakamura asked a question in Japanese.
“Certainly you can touch her if you like,” Mason replied.
Mr. Yakamura stood.
“Tessa, step closer to our guest.”
Too embarrassed to make eye contact, I took two steps forward as Mr. Yakamura took one. He reached up and cradled my breasts in his hands.
“Lovely,” he said.
He let his hands fall. They brushed down my torso, passed my belly button. I shivered.
His right finger slid between my thighs and traced my smooth pussy lips.
The tease was enough to send fresh cream down there. But he removed his hand and told me to turn around.
When I did, he cupped my butt cheeks.
“Nice.” He snapped the elastic straps on my garter belt, causing a double pop on my ass cheeks.
I gasped. The exquisite stinging sensation reminded me of the whippings and spankings the Maddox brothers had given me. Would I get more now?
Mr. Yakamura spoke in Japanese again.
“Tess,” Mason said. “Our guest enjoys having beautiful objects to gaze at while we talk business. Go over there…” He pointed to a spot in front of his stuffed grizzly. “And get on your knees facing us.”
Although the request seemed bizarre, I couldn’t imagine not doing as he said. There was something so titillating about being controlled like this.
I walked over and got down on my knees.
“Back straight. Knees further apart. Hands behind your back.”
I tried to do as he asked, but he wasn’t satisfied. He came over and kicked at the inside of one of my knees, nearly causing me to fall over.
“Wider stance.”
Once my knees were spread as far apart as I could manage, he went back to his desk. He and Mr. Yakamura resumed their business discussion, but Mr. Yakamura often stared at me as they spoke.
My body chilled in the air conditioned office, but reheated every time one of the men looked my way. And my bald little crotch had never felt more exposed.
After fifteen minutes or so, Mr. Yakamura spoke in Japanese again.
“Tessa, worship the bear,” Mason said.
“Wha—um…sir?”
“Turn around and pretend you’re praying to the bear on your knees. Mr. Yakamura would like a view of your backside for a while.”
I turned around and relaxed onto my shins, bowing down until my forehead touched the carpet, stretching my palms out toward the bear.
Mr. Yakamura grunted his satisfaction and the business talk continued.
I wondered again what was wrong with me that I was letting Mason humiliate me and use me like this. Sure, I needed the money, but there was something more.
It made more sense with Dixon. I was attracted to him. Mason and Mr. Yakamura were both handsome men, but I couldn’t imagine having romantic feelings about either of them.
Yet, when Mason ordered me around and Mr. Yakamura fondled me like I was a possession he was admiring, I couldn’t deny the excitement.
“Tessa, feet flat on the floor, palms on the floor, legs spread.”
Really? What a ridiculous position.
I was glad I’d taken all those yoga classes.
Once I assumed the pose, I realized my pussy was open wide and my asscheeks were spread.
The men said a few more words to each other in Japanese and Mr. Yakamura stood. A few steps and he was directly behind me.
He laid one hand on my butt cheek. Fabric pressed against the opening to my pussy.
Was that his crotch?
Even as fear skittered across my skin, liquid excitement was coursing toward my opening. Then the cloth was gone and I looked through my legs to see Mr. Yakamura folding his fancy handkerchief and putting it back in his breast pocket. Apparently, that was what had been pressed against my crotch.
“Our guest likes to take a souvenir of his visit,” Mason said. “You can stand now.” He showed Mr. Yakamura out.
*****
Mason had not allowed me to get dressed. He said they weren’t expecting more visitors other than Mr. Yakamura again, and Mr. Yakamura enjoyed nudes.
Trying to concentrate on my work while wearing only a garter belt, hose and shoes, was impossible. I kept glancing at the door, afraid of who would come in next.
At two, the door opened and Dixon walked in. I tried to camouflage myself with the computer screen, but no such luck. His eyes locked on me.
He looked annoyed.
“Why are you undressed?”
“Your brother and Mr.—”
He threw his briefcase onto a waiting area chair. “What did they do to you?”
“Nothing really. Your brother wanted to prove he had an obedient employee.”
“And why are you like this now?”
“He told me not to get dressed.”
Dixon reached out and grabbed my wrist. I gasped, but he held on tightly and practically dragged me down the hall to his office.
Once we were inside, he slammed the door and pinned my wrist above my head, against the wall.
“What have you done for my brother?” he asked angrily.
“Nothing. I just obeyed orders.” Why did he care? Weren’t these little sessions part of my job as far as he was concerned?
“Has he fucked you?” He grasped my throat with his big hand.
“No.” I was panting now, but it wasn’t from fear. His face was only inches from mine. I wanted him to kiss me…hard.
“How has he touched you?”
“He hasn’t really touched me at all.” I left out the fact that Mr. Yakamura had touched me.
“I want to touch you,” Dixon said. He adjusted the hand on my neck so his thumb pressed my chin upward and I couldn’t open my mouth.
Why didn’t he let me reply? I would have told him I wanted him to touch me.
He leaned forward until our noses were only a half-inch apart.
Would he kiss me? Make love to me?
He lowered his face to mine and his tongue trailed a possessive path around my lips. I wanted to open them for him, but my mouth was still trapped shut.
He pressed his body against mine, the denim of his jeans rough against my naked flesh.
Suddenly, he released my chin and looked down.
“You got the wax,” he said thoughtfully. “Why?”
“Isn’t that what you wanted?”
“Yes, but did you do it because I’m your boss, or did you do it because I wanted it?” He peered into my eyes as if the answer was really important to him.
“I wanted to do it…for you.”
His jaw twitched. The look on his face said he wished he could believe me.
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bsp; I lowered my gaze. What was this odd combination of emotions that made it hard for me to look at him?
He wound his fingers into the back of my hair and tightened. When he pulled, I had no choice but to peer up into his face.
His free hand slid down my stomach until it reached my crotch. His finger entered me and thrust one, two, three times. I tensed for orgasm, but the digit retreated.
I sighed.
“My, Tessa, what a wet pussy you have.”
The better to fuck you with, my dear…
“Wet for my brother?”
“No. For you.”
Dixon raised his soaked middle finger to my forehead and traced a path down the middle of my face, leaving a trail of my own cream. He stopped at my lips, rubbing back and forth across them.
“Open your mouth.”
When I complied, he pressed the digit inside.
“Suck it. Show me how you’d treat my cock.”
Every nerve in my body jumped at the thought of Dixon’s cock being released into my care. I imagined it in my mouth, in my pussy…
I sucked his finger with all my might, hoping to tempt him into something further. I swirled my tongue around and sucked some more.
“Good girl,” he said as he slid it from my mouth. His fist tightened in my hair again, causing a pleasure shiver to race down my spine.
His wet finger slipped down my stomach, straight through the middle of my pussy lips. My whole body seemed to moan and I moaned with it.
He plunged his finger back into my pussy, raking the juices roughly over my clit.
“Uhhhg…” sounded from deep in my throat. I needed more.
He plunged and raked and plunged and raked and plunged and raked…
It was a phenomenal, miserable tease. Each movement sent a shockwave of need through my body, but nothing lasted long enough to allow me to come.
My eyes fell closed. I whimpered.
His hand tightened at my scalp until I thought my hair was coming out. My eyes popped open.
“You’ll look at me while you come,” Dixon said. “I don’t want you fantasizing about my brother.”
“No…I don’t want him,” I whispered.
He plunged his finger inside me again, then went perfectly still. I tightened my muscles around it.
“No, what?” he asked.
“No, sir.”
He thrust into me over and over, finger-fucking me until my body convulsed and I shuddered in spasm after spasm.
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