“Would you do that for me, pup? Would you dominate her the way you need, then share the details with me later?”
“If it pleases you, Mr. Parker,” I said, a slight hitch in my breath when he stroked me harder, faster.
“It will, pup. It most certainly will.” Mr. Parker released my cock, then inched up my body, straddling my hips, my stomach. He moved until he was practically sitting on my chest. “Put your hands behind your head.”
I clasped my fingers and placed my hands under my head.
Our eyes met, held.
“Do you know what will please me now?”
“For you to use my mouth, Mr. Parker,” I said, my voice rough with need.
Mr. Parker brushed the head of his cock over my lips, but I didn’t move, didn’t open my mouth. In order to please him, I had to take his instruction, to only do as he wanted me to.
“Stick out your tongue.”
I did.
He swiped the head of his cock over my tongue as his eyes remained locked with mine. He tasted familiar and so damn good my mouth watered.
He growled as he gripped the headboard, his entire body going rock hard above me. I noticed the muscles in his arms stood out in stark relief, as though he was trying hard to hold back.
“I’m going to fuck your throat, pup. And you’re going to take every inch of me. Do not move. Should you need me to stop, squeeze your eyes shut. Otherwise, I won’t stop until I’m ready to bury my cock in your ass.”
“Yes, Mr. Parker.” I was so damn eager for him to do as he said he would.
“Should you move or try to stop me, you will be punished. Understood?”
“Understood.”
“Open wide and stick out your tongue.”
Mr. Parker leaned forward, then pressed his cock against my tongue, slowly sliding into my mouth. He didn’t go all the way in immediately, rather gliding in and out of my open mouth. I never took my eyes off him, never closed them. I wanted this, wanted to please him.
Submitting to Mr. Parker was a pleasure unlike anything I’d ever known. He needed my submission and I needed to please him, plus he understood that my needs varied.
“Aww, fuck,” he hissed, slowly inching deeper. “I love your mouth. So fucking hot.” His eyes never moved from the motion of his cock. “Aww, yeah. Close your lips around me.”
I did.
“Suck hard,” he bit out.
Mr. Parker began fucking my mouth. He kept one hand on the headboard, the other wrapped around his shaft as he guided himself in and out. I didn’t move, loving the weight of him as his knees squeezed the sides of my chest. I could feel the tension in his thighs as the pleasure consumed him. My cock throbbed, my balls aching, but I ignored my own need, wanting only this, only him.
Mr. Parker forced his cock deeper into my throat, shifting above me so that he could drive his hips downward. I took every thick inch, breathing through my nose.
“Deeper, pup,” he grunted. “Relax your throat.”
His instruction kept me in the moment, kept me focused on pleasing him.
“Good boy,” he groaned, his eyes now locked with mine. “This is mine, pup. Only mine. This mouth has never taken a cock other than mine and it never will, you understand?”
I gave a slight nod, not wanting to dislodge him.
“Fuck. I could so easily come down your throat. One day I’m going to lose control. I’m going to fuck your throat until you fear you can’t take anymore.”
He’d done it before and I would welcome it again.
“But not tonight.” Mr. Parker didn’t pull back; he held himself still, testing me as his cock blocked my airway. “Tonight, I’m going to fuck your ass.” His eyes narrowed. “Hard.”
Because we both needed that.
His hips retreated, his cock dislodging from my throat. He began shallowly fucking past my lips, sweat dotting his forehead.
“And that girl next door…” He groaned. “If she’s willing…When she’s willing…I’m going to watch you do this to her. Watch as your cock fills her mouth, lodges in her throat. Son of a bitch.”
He instantly pulled back, took a long, deep breath.
Addison had done something to us both, made us want more than we already had. She was the very reason my Dom was on the verge of losing control. I knew it, and I was sure he knew it, too.
“I can’t stop. I fucking love those lips wrapped around my dick.” Mr. Parker continued to fuck my throat, his movements jerky as he hovered on the thin edge of his control.
“Swallow,” he insisted. “Make that damn throat squeeze my cock.”
I did.
“Fuck, yes,” he hissed, pulling back and rubbing the head of his cock over my lips as he exhaled sharply. “Thank you for that, pup.”
“Anything for you, Mr. Parker.”
He immediately shifted off me.
“Turn over. Put your ass in the air. Head and chest flat on the mattress.”
Without hesitation, I rolled over, my entire body hard with the need to come.
I heard him retrieving the lube from the nightstand drawer, but I didn’t move. Seconds later, the mattress shifted as he returned.
He skimmed my asshole with a dry finger, but he didn’t do it for long. The warmth of his breath fanned my ass cheeks, his lips grazing my skin, and then his tongue was right where I needed him, rimming me until I moaned.
“Good boy,” he said as he licked me. “I want to hear you.” He growled, his hands squeezing my ass. “I want the whole fucking building to hear you.”
He plunged his tongue in my ass and I groaned again, louder this time. I fought the urge to press back against him. I wanted more, needed more, but I was willing to wait for him to give it to me.
Mr. Parker shifted again. “That asshole is begging for my cock.”
I didn’t respond, knowing it wasn’t necessary.
This time, a lubed finger pressed inside as the bed rocked gently. I knew he was stroking his cock, slicking himself up so he could plunge deep into my ass. At this point, I was vibrating, desperate for him to take me.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he growled as he pressed the thick head of his cock against my anus. “But I don’t want you to come. When I’m finished, after I’ve come deep inside you, I’m going to suck your cock until you come down my throat. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Mr. Parker.” Anything. I’d give him anything he wanted just as long as he would fuck me.
“If you come before then, I will punish you.” His hand landed roughly on my ass. “I’ll spank this ass with my paddle until you come again.”
I groaned because that was something I craved, too. He knew it as much as I did. Sometimes I thought he was daring me to defy him simply so he could do that.
But I wouldn’t. Because he had instructed me not to.
“Aww, fuck, yes,” he whispered as his cock lodged deep in my body. “Hot… Tight… Fuck…” Mr. Parker slapped my ass again. “This is mine. It belongs to me. Only me.”
I grunted, trying to remain as still as I could but needing him to fuck me.
Mr. Parker retreated, then punched his hips forward, slamming into me before stopping again.
A deep, rumbling groan sounded in my chest as pleasure blasted through me.
He continued to do that for several minutes, keeping me on the edge.
“You need me to fuck your ass hard, pup?”
“Yes, Mr. Parker,” I grunted. “Hard.”
“Ask me nicely.”
“Mr. Parker…” I groaned as he teased me, his cock inching forward and back. “Will you please fuck my ass hard?”
“I will. Remember what I said. Do not come.”
“I won’t,” I assured him.
“I can’t be gentle, pup.” His hips punched forward again and he groaned. “I want to be, but you make me want you too fucking much.”
I loved when he said that.
“Put your hands on the headboard and don’t move.”
When my hands were positioned to keep me from rocking forward, Mr. Parker drove into me. He impaled me over and over, fucking me so thoroughly I thought for a second I would come. It felt so damn good I had to focus in an effort not to.
“Fuck, Ben.” His voice was strained. “I could take you ten times a day and never get enough.”
He knew that his words would push me closer to the edge.
“Squeeze me,” he commanded. “Squeeze my cock.”
My muscles tensed, and as soon as they did, Mr. Parker grabbed my hips and rammed into me, his cock pulsing as he came.
He didn’t waste any time, flipping me over as his mouth descended on my cock. I was primed and ready, but I took a moment to admire his blond head as he bobbed up and down on my dick.
A few seconds later, I came right down Mr. Parker’s throat.
Seven
ADDISON
I WONDERED IF ANYONE REALIZED how thin the walls in this apartment were.
It was the first thought I had when my eyes opened and I remembered last night. It had taken a minute to figure out where I was, but then it all came back to me in a rush. Josh, the crop, Master Snowden and Master Parker, dinner, apartment, sleep.
And those damned intriguing noises that had come through the walls shortly after I’d drifted off. It hadn’t taken me long to realize it was Master Parker and Master Snowden. Likely fucking themselves silly in the adjacent apartment.
I had to admit, I’d been slightly tempted to get myself off with my own hand, but sleep had prevailed and I’d drifted back off with those rough grunts and groans filling my ears.
Yep, that was the gist of my night, and now that the sun was up, I realized there were no more noises, but there was a delicious aroma wafting in from the kitchen.
While my stomach rumbled, a million thoughts flooded my brain.
What were they cooking?
Were they planning to invite me for breakfast?
Were they going to boot me out first thing?
Were my shoes still on the floor?
Pausing my mental inquiries, I peeked over the edge. They were there. Thank God.
Let the questions resume…
Should I get up?
Get dressed?
Take a shower?
I wasn’t sure when I’d have another chance. Even if I had to put on dirty clothes, it was better to be clean. I certainly didn’t want to overstay my welcome. They’d been nice enough to offer me a place for the night. Now that it was daylight, I needed to figure out what my next move would be. I didn’t have a single dollar to my name. No credit cards, nothing to use to buy anything.
Not that I wasn’t familiar with that. I’d had more than my fair share of meals at soup kitchens and churches. And I’d spent plenty of nights going to bed hungry. I hated every second of that feeling, but it wasn’t something I could change right now, so I pushed it to the back of my mind. If I jumped in the shower, I could be done in a few minutes. Then I’d—
I didn’t have time to determine my next step when the door opened and Master Snowden walked in, looking just as scrumptious as he had last night.
I took a moment to admire him as he approached. The man moved with purpose, clad in a pair of dark jeans and a white polo that offset his rich mocha complexion. His head was shiny bald and it enhanced the brilliant honey-gold of his eyes. He was sex on a stick and I couldn’t deny that I was attracted to him. More so than I expected to be. Considering I’d just gotten out of a relationship—as shitty as it was—the thought of moving into another one wasn’t appealing. Then again, if it was with Master Snowden…
“Good morning, precious.” His voice was as decadent as the rest of him.
“Morning.” I sat up. “I was just about to get up and go.”
Master Snowden smirked as his eyes locked on my face. “Is that so?”
“Yep.”
“And where were you planning to go?”
“Uh…” Hmm. That was a damn good question. I retraced the drive from last night, trying to figure out where we were in relation to the club.
“Addison?”
I brought his face into focus. “Hmm?”
“Your plan? What is it?”
Mindful of Master Parker’s consequences for lying, I opted for the truth. “I…uh…don’t know yet.”
“Well, I’m glad to see you’re telling the truth. Seems we’re making some progress.” His smile was wide, his white teeth perfectly straight. “Come on. Breakfast is almost ready. Let’s eat, then we can talk about next steps.”
He sounded as though they’d come up with something.
“Master Snowden?” I called out as he was leaving.
He peered back at me over his shoulder. “Please call me Ben. For now.”
I nodded, feeling slightly chastised. “Ben? Would you mind if I use the restroom first?”
He motioned toward the master bathroom. “Join us when you’re finished. And there’ll be plenty of time to shower later.”
It was as though he could read my mind.
After he left the room, I hurried through using the facilities and washing my hands. I took a minute to look in the mirror.
Holy Mother Nature.
Wow.
It was a wonder anyone was willing to help me. I looked like hell. There were dark circles beneath my eyes and the light blue irises were dull and flat. I’d gone to sleep with my hair in a ponytail, so it wasn’t too bad. I pulled out the hair tie, then ran my fingers through the long strands before pulling it back up.
That was the best I could do for now.
When I stumbled into the dining room, I found Master Parker and Ben sitting at the table. They both got to their feet instantly, then waited for me to sit before they eased back into their chairs. It was such a gentlemanly gesture it caught me off guard.
“See? Like I told you,” Ben told Master Parker. “Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed in the morning.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Did you sleep all right?” Master Parker asked as he motioned toward a plate of scrambled eggs. “Do you eat eggs?”
I nodded. “If it hadn’t been for those raunchy noises on the other side of the wall, I would’ve slept like a baby.” I had to get one in. They deserved it.
“You heard us, huh?” Master Parker didn’t appear the least bit embarrassed.
“Only mumbling and a lot of groaning.”
“It was a good night,” he said with a grin as he forked eggs onto my plate, then added some to his own plate.
My eyes dropped to the food. “And there’s not much I won’t eat.”
“Good to know.”
Ben passed over the bacon.
“Thank you.”
The food smelled heavenly. Bacon, eggs, biscuits and gravy. My mouth watered just from looking at it.
“How’s your ass?” Master Parker asked, his eyes serious.
I grinned to myself. That was the same question I’d wanted to ask Ben after listening to their sexual orchestra last night. However, I replied with, “Much better, thank you.”
“So, no permanent damage?” he inquired.
Holding my fork to my lips, I stared back at him. “Nope.”
It was true. There wasn’t even a bruise, which was surprising.
“Glad to hear it.”
For the next few minutes, we ate in silence, a weird tension surrounding us. It wasn’t awkward, merely…different. Maybe with a sexual vibe, I wasn’t quite sure.
“I’ve set up an interview for this afternoon.” Master Parker finally spoke as he was going for a second helping of eggs.
It took a moment for me to realize he was talking to me. Not Ben. Me.
What the hell was he talking about?
I stared back at him, not sure I was understanding correctly. “An interview? Like what? A job interview?”
“Exactly like that.”
My eyes locked on his. He said it so nonchalantly, as though it was completely normal to have a job interview
on a Sunday afternoon. Or to have a complete stranger offer.
“I…uh…” I had no idea what to say. I glanced over at Ben. “Perhaps you could elaborate?”
“We’re in the process of hiring a secretary,” Ben explained. “Our last secretary…well, she’s still with the company, but due to some changes, she’s now working solely for our partners, Landon and Langston Moore.”
The twin Doms from the club. Yeah. I knew who they were.
“Why is she only working for them?”
“Because she’s their submissive and they prefer it that way.”
Oh. Well.
Hmm.
Ben continued as though I wasn’t already perplexed. “We’ve been looking to fill the open position for a while, so it’s a good thing you came along.”
“A good thing?” Yeah. Lost. Totally, inexplicably lost.
“Her name is Luci,” Master Parker picked up.
I watched his words form, trying to wrap my head around it all. They could’ve been speaking pig Latin for all I was understanding.
“Our previous secretary,” he continued. “She’s the one who’ll be interviewing you, along with our receptionist, Jordan. Then, if they give the okay, we’ll interview you.”
“Wait? Let me get this straight. Luci Wagner, the twin Doms’ submissive, was your previous secretary? But now she’s not working for you, so you’re looking to hire someone else?”
Master Parker glanced over at Ben. “She catches on fast.”
“So you know Luci?” Ben asked.
Yeah. I knew her. Not personally, of course. But I had seen her at the club with the twin Masters. She’d been there several times, and when she walked into the room, she seemed to stop traffic, to draw the eyes of everyone—Dominant and submissive.
But that wasn’t the point of his statement.
“I’m confused.” I shook my head slightly, as though that would make the thoughts less jumbled.
“About?” Master Parker prompted.
“About…” I motioned between the three of us. “All of this.”
“What’s confusing?”
“You’re offering me a job?”
“We’re offering you a chance to interview for a job,” he clarified.
“With Luci and…?”
“Jordan Jenkins.”
My eyes widened. “Oh, my God. Master J works for you, too?”
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