“But there’s one thing you should know,” I said softly.
“What’s that?”
“When it comes to me and you…I will own every single one of your orgasms. I will draw out your pleasure, make you beg, plead, and cry for me to let you come. Have no doubt about it, precious girl, I will show you exactly what it means to submit.” I paused for a moment, watching as her tongue darted over her lower lip. “Do you think you can handle that?”
She nodded, her rapid breaths fanning over my lips.
“And yes, there will be times when Mr. Parker dominates us both, when he controls our desire. However he deems necessary,” I clarified.
“I want that. All of it.”
I knew she did.
“Do you want me to kiss you, Addison?”
“Yes,” she breathed out roughly.
“Ask me nicely.”
“Please…will you please kiss me, Mr. Snowden?”
Oh, yeah. I liked hearing that from her mouth.
It took everything in me to keep from crushing her between my body and the wall. I wanted her with a passion I wasn’t sure I’d ever felt before. Not for a woman, anyway.
Somehow, I managed to hold on to that fragile thread of my control, lowering my mouth to hers slowly, breathing her in. I allowed my lips to brush hers lightly before I eased down a little more. I let my tongue glide over her lower lip, urging her to open for me, which she did. And once she was submitting to my silent request, I licked into her mouth, taking my time, relishing the taste of her on my tongue.
My entire body went rock hard when she fisted my shirt and drew me in closer. And when she moaned into my mouth, I forced myself to pull back.
“Patience, precious,” I teased, brushing my lips against hers again. “We’ve got plenty of time.”
Her pulse was pounding, as was mine. It would’ve be so damn easy to take her into her apartment and lose myself in her for a little while. But I knew we had to slow things down. We’d known each other for all of twenty-four hours. There was no need to rush. If this was going to be something lasting, it needed a foundation to build upon.
“I want you to do something for me tonight,” I whispered as I pulled back and continued to hold her gaze. I slid my hand over her silky hair, petting her as we remained right where we were.
“Anything, Mr. Snowden.”
I trailed my finger along her cheek, her neck, then to her shoulder, slowly making my way down her arm.
“When you crawl into your bed in a little while, I want you to be naked. While you lie there, thinking about tonight, I want you to tease your nipples.” I lifted her hand, bringing her fingers to my mouth. I kissed her fingertips lightly. “And when you close your eyes, imagining it’s me playing with those sweet little nipples, I want you to slide your hand down between your legs and tease your clit with your fingers.”
I drew two of her fingers into my mouth and sucked firmly.
Her breath hitched. “Oh, God.”
“Then I want you to thrust them deep in your pussy until you’re on the verge of release. And when you come, I want you to say my name. Can you do that for me?” I kissed her fingertips again, then lowered her hand.
“Yes.” The word was a breathless moan.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Mr. Snowden.”
“Whether you know it or not, Addison, you will belong to us.” I brushed my thumb over her lower lip. Damn, but I wanted to kiss her again. “And not because we insist on it,” I continued. “But because you want it.”
She swallowed hard and I leaned in once more, kissing her gently before pulling back. I bent down and retrieved the papers from the floor, then held them out for her to take.
For a couple of seconds, she didn’t move. Her hand came up to her mouth and she slid the fingers I’d kissed over her lower lip. My cock throbbed painfully, but I ignored it.
Addison Hayes was one sexy woman, but when she was dazed with lust…she was breathtaking.
“Good night, precious girl. Get some sleep. You’ve got a big day tomorrow.”
She took the papers, still leaning against the wall when I stepped back. It didn’t take long before she pushed away and moved to her door.
“Good night…Mr. Snowden.”
“Night.”
I waited until she disappeared inside and locked the door behind her before I turned and headed back into Mr. Parker’s apartment. He was sitting on the sofa, his eyes lingering on me for long seconds after I stepped inside.
“How’d it go?”
“Very well.”
“Did you set your boundaries?”
“I think she has a good understanding of how things will work.”
“Will?” His eyebrows rose.
“Yes. That girl wants what we can offer her more than anything.”
“And you know this how?”
“I could see it in her eyes.” Feel it in her kiss, taste it on her tongue.
“Did you…do anything?”
I smiled. “I kissed her good-night.”
He nodded, then motioned me over. “Come here, pup. Now you can kiss me good-night, too. First my lips, then my cock.”
And I was certainly more than happy to do that, so I went willingly.
Fourteen
ADDISON
THE FOLLOWING MORNING, MY ALARM went off at six thirty.
Too bad I’d already been up for a solid hour at that point. In fact, I was ready by six.
Well, not completely ready.
As I stood in the doorway to my closet, perusing the vast array of things before me, I had yet to figure out what I wanted to wear for my first day on the job.
It was a big decision. Making a good impression on my first day. At my new job!
Rather than dance around my bedroom like I had after my shower, I remained where I was, shoulder resting on the doorjamb, coffee mug in my hand as I stared at all those clothes.
I had at least a dozen things to choose from. Due to the fact that the majority of what they’d bought me happened to be either skirts or dresses, I got the distinct feeling that Mr. Parker and Mr. Snowden would prefer me to dress accordingly and the decision wasn’t an easy one.
That was one thing I’d always wanted from my Dom. Someone to pick out my clothing so that I didn’t have to. Maybe not all the time, but when it mattered most. I knew that not all submissives were looking for the same thing, but I yearned for something more than a mere play Dom. For me, Domination and submission wasn’t purely sexual. I needed it to feel structured. For a moment, I tried to imagine what either of them would pick out for me.
And once again, my mind was on them.
I’d spent the better part of the night tossing and turning on the ridiculously comfortable king-sized bed, beneath the super-soft bedding in an overly large bedroom. Needless to say, I’d felt completely out of my element but incredibly grateful at the same time. No doubt about it, this was the nicest place I’d ever stayed in my life. It was hard to believe that this was mine, even if it was on loan until I could get on my feet.
I had to admit that some of my tossing and turning could be attributed to Mr. Snowden’s wickedly dirty instructions. I had done exactly what he asked, stripping off my clothes, crawling into bed, toying with my nipples, then slipping my hand down between my legs and teasing myself mercilessly. And when I came, I cried out both their names over and over, wishing they’d been there with me.
Which, now that I thought about it, had defied Mr. Snowden’s directive. That made me rebellious, did it not? I smiled.
Perhaps I was going to live up to Mr. Parker’s name for me after all.
Slow your roll, Addison.
Okay, fine. I was getting carried away. It was probably a little too early to start thinking about how much I looked forward to this thing that was quickly building between us.
Now, as I skimmed the clothes in the closet, I tried to determine what Mr. Parker and Mr. Snowden would like to see me in. I had absolutely no idea what their int
erests were, but I figured since they’d purchased these items specifically, something in here would work.
Before I could make my choice, there was a knock on my door.
Since I’d been walking around in my panties and bra—they matched!—I quickly grabbed the red silk robe from the closet and pulled it on.
Seconds later I was at the door, peeking through the security hole.
Mr. Parker.
Uh-oh. It was 6:47 a.m., so I doubted this could be good.
“Good morning, Mr. Parker.” I flashed him a nervous smile as I pulled the door open.
I took a moment to drink him in. He was dressed to impress in a dark navy suit, crisp white shirt, and a pinstriped blue tie. He looked good enough to eat.
“Good morning, little rebel,” he said, his eyes roaming over me slowly. “Good. You’re not dressed yet.”
“Um…no. I was about to...” He glanced past me and I realized I should invite him in. Stepping back out of the way, I forced another smile to hide my nervousness. “Please come in.”
“Thank you.”
Before I could close the door behind him, Mr. Snowden appeared. My breath instantly lodged in my throat as memories of our kiss last night slammed through my brain.
“Good morning,” I greeted.
“Good morning, precious.” His smirk was wicked and he looked like sin on a stick.
I’d seen the man over the weekend, but evidently, he’d been dressed down during that time. That certainly wasn’t the case at the moment. The light gray suit he was wearing was tailor-made to fit him perfectly and he wore it well.
Very well.
I motioned for him to step inside. When he did, I closed the door behind him.
Securing my robe tightly, I turned to face them.
“Is everything all right?” It seemed rather early for visitors.
Mr. Parker was the one who spoke first. “I wanted to make sure you knew I hadn’t forgotten about last night.”
I frowned, trying to figure out what he might be talking about. “Last night?”
His ocean-blue eyes heated and a lopsided grin curled the corner of his delectable mouth. “You earned a spanking for lying to me when I asked you a question.”
Now, I was the one heating up. I hadn’t expected him to bring that up. Certainly not first thing this morning. And quite frankly, I had thought he’d forgotten about it.
“I thought that was…you know…a subtle reminder.”
He chuckled. “Oh, little rebel, I don’t do subtle reminders. In fact, I don’t do subtle period.”
Yeah. I knew that.
“And that’s the reason I’m here. I thought I’d give you a choice.” His blue eyes seemed darker than normal, perhaps with a hint of challenge in them.
I waited patiently for him to tell me what my options were.
“I do my best never to assume anything,” he stated. “So, I need you to confirm that you found no major issues with the contract that could cause you enough concern to change your mind.”
I’d skimmed the contract a couple of times, so I was familiar with it. “No, Mr. Parker. I didn’t find any major issues.”
That was something else I’d thought about to pass the time last night when I was tossing and turning. Although it would likely be in my best interest to take things slow with them, I found I didn’t want to. I had known them for less than two full days, but when I was with them, I felt better than I’d ever felt. They made me feel safe, cared for. Wanted. And I wanted to sign that contract.
“Good. We’ll still go over it in the office so we can make any minor adjustments that you might need. But if you don’t have major concerns, I think we shall proceed.”
“I agree, Mr. Parker.”
He seemed quite pleased with that answer.
“All right then.” He leaned one shoulder against the wall as he regarded me. “It’s imperative that you understand I take punishment seriously. I don’t spew a lot of bullshit, so it’s safe to say that when I promise you something, it’s going to happen.”
That seemed fair.
“Now I’m going to give you two choices. You can opt to take your spankings now, here in your apartment, or you can choose to receive them this afternoon before our dinner meeting.”
“Dinner meeting?”
“Yes. We’re having dinner with several of our clients and we’d like you to accompany us. Should you choose to take your punishment this afternoon, I’ll text you at the time I’m ready and inform you where you need to meet me.”
“Text me?” I was confused. “But I don’t have a cell phone.”
Mr. Snowden retrieved something from his pocket and held it out to me. “You do now. We felt it was important for your safety. It’s yours to use as you wish. I’ve programmed our numbers in there—mine, Mr. Parker’s, Luci’s, Jordan’s, as well as the office number in case you need it.”
“You just happened to have an extra cell phone lying around?” That seemed odd.
Mr. Snowden chuckled. “I picked it up for you yesterday after you left for your interview.”
“Oh.”
“So,” Mr. Parker continued, “which will it be? Here and now? Or later this afternoon? In my office.”
His office?
That shouldn’t have turned me on so much, but the idea of him laying me across his desk and spanking me… If I could’ve pretended that his statement didn’t turn me on, I probably would have. However, I was immensely curious about how this would all play out. The thought of him spanking me gave me chills, but it had nothing to do with fear. Not only because I enjoyed that little bite of pain he was likely going to generate but because I felt as though his punishment meant something to him. If my Dom cared enough to dish it out when it was deserved—and in this case, it was—then I could accept my fate.
Perhaps that made me a little perverse, but so be it.
“It’s up to you, Addison,” Mr. Parker continued. “If it makes any difference, you’ll take ten swats on your bare bottom. I usually do fifteen with my hand, while you’re over my knee, but due to the fact you seem to have an issue with following the rule of not lying, I’m going to handle it differently.”
That piqued my curiosity.
“Either place you choose, I’ll have you bend over the back of the sofa and I will be using my belt.”
Okay, so this wasn’t an erotic spanking. This man meant serious punishment. I inhaled sharply.
“It can be here in the privacy of your apartment, where there’s no chance of anyone walking in. Or we can table it for later in my office. At that time, I can’t guarantee that someone won’t stumble upon us, but I’ll do my best to be discreet.”
Yeah. Despite the fact he was likely going to blister my butt and I wouldn’t sit down for a while, my pussy was wet just from the deep, gruff, matter-of-fact sound of his voice.
“I’ll take it now,” I blurted.
For one, he was turning me on more than I thought possible. And two, the thought of one of my co-workers walking in and seeing me didn’t sit well. It wasn’t that I minded being watched, but I didn’t know them very well yet. Although Mr. Snowden and Mr. Parker clearly didn’t have an issue with mixing business with pleasure, it was still a private matter as far as I was concerned.
“I thought you might,” he said with a stern look as he pushed off the wall and moved over to the sofa. He casually removed his suit jacket before handing it over to Ben. “Come over here.”
I moved toward him.
He gripped my face in his hand and tilted my head back. “I’m going to be blunt.”
Was he ever anything but?
“This is not fun and games. I won’t go easy on you. I take serious offense to lying and it’s imperative that you remember what will happen should you choose to do so again.”
His eyes were intense, his words spoken in that deep, stern tone that left no room for argument.
I nodded as much as I could. “Whatever pleases you, Mr. Parker.”
“Strip.”
My pussy was now gushing and warmth infused my face.
I glanced over at Mr. Snowden. He was standing with his arms crossed over his wide chest, his eyes glued to me. Although there was something familiar in his gaze—heat, perhaps—his face was expressionless. It spoke to how serious this matter was.
Slowly, I untied the sash on my robe, then let the silk slip down my arms as my breaths began racing in and out of my lungs. I placed it neatly on the coffee table.
“Keep going,” Justin stated. “Panties and bra removed. Then I want you to remove my belt.”
Oh, God. I was almost positive I was having a hot flash.
With trembling hands, I unfastened my bra and allowed it to slide down my arms, placing it with my robe, then slipped my panties down my legs. My body heated from the inside out. I was feverish and achy, but I knew it had nothing to do with illness.
Neither man spoke, but they both observed every move I made.
Once I was naked, I worked the buckle on Mr. Parker’s belt free, then slipped the belt from the loops on his slacks. I laid the leather over his outstretched hand.
“Do you have any questions before we get started?”
I did have one. “Is this going to hurt?”
One corner of his mouth lifted in a sexy smirk. “It’s not meant to feel good. So yes, it will hurt. I don’t take punishment lightly. I don’t expect to have to do this again.”
Nodding, I clarified. “No. I know that. What I mean is…are you aiming to make me cry?”
“That’s not my intent, no. But it’s safe to assume you probably won’t be sitting down for a little while.”
“Fair enough.”
“Are you nervous, little rebel?”
“Yes, Mr. Parker. A little.” I was also anxious, turned on, and desperate to get this over with.
I tried to force my legs to move, but they felt like they were filled with lead.
“Get into position, Addison. Don’t make me ask again.”
I really, really tried to move, but I was frozen in place. I’d had plenty of erotic spankings from Doms at the club, but never a true punishment. I knew he considered lying a serious offense, and to be fair, he had warned me in the beginning.
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