Mr. Parker remained in his chair, admiring Addison as she quickly disrobed, laying her clothing neatly on the chair before kneeling beside his desk, her body open to him as she presented herself.
That was when I noticed the small butterfly tattoo on her left hip. There was something about that little design that made me want to lick it.
“Very pretty,” he said with sincere approval in his tone.
“Thank you, Mr. Parker.”
“Now, I’m going to give you two choices,” he said, his eyes never leaving her face. “You can either hop up here on my desk, pull your knees into your chest, and let my pup lick your delectable pussy until you come or…”
I waited right along with Addison to hear what the second option was.
“You can return the favor my pup gave you this morning by giving him a hand job.”
The silence sat heavy in the air for a few seconds.
“I’d like to give Mr. Snowden a hand job, if it pleases you, Mr. Parker.”
“It pleases me very much.” Mr. Parker’s gaze then shot to me. “I want you to strip and lie on my desk so I have a front row seat.”
It wouldn’t have mattered if I’d preferred anything other than what Mr. Parker offered; there was no way I could defy him. It wasn’t in my nature. I had never in my life submitted to anyone but him, and when it came to Mr. Parker, I would do anything he asked of me.
Which was the very reason I stood, then slowly removed my clothes, laying them next to Addison’s before I perched on the sturdy wooden desk, reclining with my hands behind my head.
My cock was already standing tall, eagerly awaiting her soft, smooth fingers.
“He’s ready when you are, little rebel.”
Addison got to her feet and moved around to my right side. Mr. Parker remained in his desk chair on my left.
“What do you think of his cock, little rebel?”
“It’s…beautiful,” she said, the words whispered almost reverently as her small hands closed around my shaft.
I hissed out a breath.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said quickly. “Are my hands cold?”
“Not at all, precious,” I assured her. “Your touch simply makes me feel good.”
She smiled over at me as she once again fisted my cock.
“Take your time,” Mr. Parker instructed when her hands began picking up speed. “It’s all about the buildup.”
“Yes, Mr. Parker.” Addison’s words trembled, her breathing ramping up. She was clearly turned on by this.
As was I, obviously. My cock throbbed beneath her ministrations.
“While you’re doing that, why don’t you tell me what my pup did to you this morning after I left your apartment.”
I glanced at Addison, noticing the way her eyes widened and her lips parted as she stared back at Mr. Parker.
“I… He…” She moaned softly. “Mr. Snowden finger-fucked me until I came.”
Yeah. Those words alone made my dick twitch.
“Squeeze him more firmly,” Mr. Parker instructed. “You won’t break him, I promise.”
Her hand tightened slightly, but not nearly enough. Mr. Parker’s hand came over hers and together they squeezed my dick firmly, dragging a low, rough groan from my chest.
“He likes that,” Mr. Parker told her.
“What else does he like?” she asked, her voice raspy.
“He likes to have the head kissed.”
Son of a bitch.
“Should I do that now, Mr. Parker?” she asked.
“Please.”
Addison leaned over as I watched her intently. Her lips pursed and she pressed them to the very tip, her warm breath fanning over the sensitive head.
“Like that?” she asked.
“Just like that. Do it again,” Mr. Parker instructed.
The sweet girl pressed her lips to the head of my dick more firmly and my balls tightened up in response. She was going to make me come if she wasn’t careful. Unfortunately, Mr. Parker hadn’t given me permission to come.
And for some reason, I didn’t think he was going to, either.
Seventeen
ADDISON
MR. SNOWDEN HAD THE MOST beautiful cock I’d ever seen.
Also the largest. He was so big, when I wrapped my fingers around him, they didn’t touch. Granted, I had relatively small hands, but seriously. The man had a giant cock.
And I was kissing it.
I wanted to do more than that, but I was cognizant of what Mr. Parker was allowing me to do.
Ever since this morning when Mr. Snowden had so graciously offered me a mind-blowing orgasm with his finger alone, I’d been thinking about him constantly.
Well, both of them, to be fair.
The fact that Mr. Parker so thoroughly punished me—which still resonated with me—hadn’t deterred me in the least. For whatever reason, I was inundated by them. Working in the same office didn’t help, either.
Not that I wanted to stop thinking about them. I was happier than I’d been in a really long time and it wasn’t something I even worried about. This was new and exciting and I had that telltale tingle in my belly to prove it. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d actually looked forward to something. But all day, I’d looked forward to the next minute and the one after that. I was so happy it was hard not to smile all the time.
And when Mr. Parker called me in my office so we could go over the contract, my mind had already fast-forwarded to this moment, to whatever deliciously dirty scene he would want to act out once the three of us were on the same page. Yeah. Totally looked forward to this.
Needless to say, I wasn’t disappointed when Mr. Parker had quickly penned his signature and insisted that I strip right there in front of them both. In fact, I couldn’t get out of my clothes fast enough.
But right here, right now, while I was stroking Mr. Snowden’s velvety-smooth shaft, I was in heaven. I didn’t feel rushed and I was enjoying getting the opportunity to touch him so intimately. This wasn’t the way my previous sexual interactions had occurred. Most of the time, the men I’d been with were more interested in getting their rocks off than the excitement of getting there.
That wasn’t the case here. These two men were perhaps the most patient men I’d ever met in my life.
“One more thing,” Mr. Parker noted. “You are not allowed to make my pup come.”
My eyes flared and darted over to Mr. Snowden’s face. He didn’t appear surprised by this demand. I turned my attention back to Mr. Parker. “Yes, Mr. Parker.”
“My pup is not allowed to come without my express permission.” Mr. Parker’s eyes held my gaze firmly. “And unless Ben states otherwise, you are not permitted to come unless I give you permission as well.”
I nodded my understanding, although I was slightly disappointed by the fact one of my new Doms was fond of withholding orgasms. That wasn’t fun at all.
“Now, give his cock one more kiss, then I’m going to allow both of you to get back to work. We’ll be going to dinner shortly.”
Right. Dinner.
Holy crap.
Leaning forward, I brushed my lips over the satiny head of Mr. Snowden’s cock, wanting desperately to take him in my mouth, to lave him with my tongue, to drive him crazy enough to shoot straight down my throat. I longed for when that would happen.
However, I refrained because I knew it wouldn’t please Mr. Parker if I did.
“Thank you, little rebel.”
“It’s been my pleasure,” I said softly, looking over at Mr. Snowden’s face.
“Tonight, after dinner, perhaps I’ll allow my pup to return the favor.”
God, I could only hope.
“Yes, Mr. Parker.”
*
Ten minutes later, I was back in my office practically squirming in my desk chair. I was so worked up from that much-too-brief session in Mr. Parker’s office that I could hardly sit still. Unfortunately, there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. Regardle
ss of how hot and bothered I was, I would not defy Mr. Parker’s request.
Not that I wanted to. Well, sure, I did, but I wanted to see where this led tonight after dinner, as Mr. Parker had promised. And once again, I was looking forward to something. I hadn’t had much of that in my life lately. Perhaps ever, really. However, Mr. Parker and Mr. Snowden sure made it easy to get excited about what was to come.
Good thing was, it was five fifteen, which meant the day would be over soon. I wasn’t exactly thrilled about going to a business dinner on my first day, mostly because I wasn’t sure what to expect. On the other hand, I was hoping for a little insight into how this place functioned. Based on what I’d seen today, Mr. Parker, Mr. Snowden, and the two Mr. Moores met regularly to discuss various things. On the flip side, they did spend a lot of time in their respective offices, on the phone or on their computers.
It certainly wasn’t anything exciting. Not much drama, which was nice. Just a bunch of people doing whatever it was they did to run a multimillion-dollar PR firm. Yeah. In my spare time, I had perused the company’s website in an effort to get a better understanding of all they did.
A knock sounded on my office door and I looked up to see Mr. Snowden standing there. “Are you ready for dinner?”
I smiled at him, my thoughts instantly drifting to what had taken place a short while ago on Mr. Parker’s desk. I wondered if Mr. Snowden had thought about it since it happened.
“Ready when you are,” I told him.
His smile was warm and I couldn’t help feeling comfortable around him. Mostly comfortable. There was still this underlying desire that was steadily creeping up inside me where they were both concerned. I figured that was something I would have to learn to deal with while at work.
“Do you need to get anything from your apartment?” he asked as I closed my laptop and got to my feet.
“No.” I glanced down at myself. “Unless you think I should change.”
“Definitely not.” His eyes glittered, slowly trailing over me as I moved closer. “You look stunning.”
This man made me feel so good.
As I approached, he started toward the door but then stopped abruptly.
“However, there is one thing I need,” he said, his voice dropping an octave as he turned back to face me.
I stared up into those fascinating golden eyes, waiting for him to continue. He moved forward, forcing me to take a step back. When he closed the door behind him, those riotous butterflies took flight in my belly.
It took tremendous effort, but I managed to stand my ground as he closed the distance between us, cupped my cheek, then leaned in and kissed me. Hard.
There was nothing subtle about this kiss. No gentle probing or exploratory swipes of his tongue Unlike last night, I knew exactly what was on Mr. Snowden’s mind. He was as desperate and as eager as I was.
“I’m counting down the minutes until dinner is over,” he mumbled against my lips.
“As am I.”
He groaned, then jerked me to him, crushing his lips to mine and thrusting his tongue into my mouth. The man kissed like his lips and tongue were specifically created just to move against mine. There was nothing sloppy or lazy about the way he made love to my mouth, and warmth soon pooled between my legs.
At this rate, I wasn’t sure I was going to make it through dinner.
Eighteen
JUSTIN
MANAGERS’ MEETINGS AND DINNERS WITH clients were about the only interruption to my regular workweek that I didn’t mind. Traveling and interviews… Although they were a necessary evil, they weren’t my favorite things in the world. I was the type who liked to keep to a routine, even if that wasn’t the norm for me. Not at this point in my life, anyway.
However, I was far more motivated than I had been in the past to get some people in place to increase our reach. Not only to benefit the firm but also to potentially lessen the amount of time we were spending in the office. Ben and I worked in excess of sixty hours a week, much of that spent out of town several times a month. In recent months, I’d witnessed Landon and Langston putting in fewer hours. They weren’t doing less work; they were merely being more productive in an effort to spend time with Luci.
I wanted that for Ben and me.
The company was doing phenomenally well overall, but as far as I was concerned, there was always room for improvement. I didn’t necessarily believe we all had to work our fingers to the bone to make that happen. Back in the beginning, it had been a necessity, but not anymore.
And that was the reason I’d spent the better part of the day meeting with two potential new employees, neither of whom I had any intention of hiring. Not after talking to them. The interviews had gone relatively well, but I hadn’t experienced the spark I was hoping to. Bringing Greg on board would be ideal, but after giving it some thought, I knew he would benefit Ben the most because of his experience in the technology space. Personally, I was looking forward to meeting with Zeke. And, of course, Jane. But those weren’t until later in the week. Right now, I was looking forward to some mundane dinner conversation with people I knew and understood.
Perhaps that was because I was in public relations and my desire to build relationships with those I worked with was strong. Or maybe it was because I genuinely enjoyed getting to know the people who paid us to perform for them. Either way, I was almost inclined to say that I looked forward to these dinner meetings. Good thing, too, since they were becoming more routine.
Since Luci had been handling all the prep work and coming up with suggestions for these interactions, it had become immensely easier to sit back and relax, talk to those people I didn’t get the opportunity to talk with every day.
Yet even though I was surrounded by people and there were plenty of things to talk about, I was battling a restless energy I hadn’t felt in a really long time.
I assumed a lot of it had to do with Addison and Ben and the fact that my attention frequently found its way to them. At one point today, I’d managed to completely tune out one of my managers who had called to talk about an issue because I’d noticed Ben, Luci, and Addison talking outside my office, smiling and laughing at some story Addison was telling.
It hadn’t been jealousy that caught me off guard. Rather desire and an inherent need to spend more time with them, to soak up some of their positivity and listen to Addison’s deep, throaty laugh when she completely let herself go.
Well, that and to get them both naked.
This morning’s punishment session weighed heavily on my mind, a constant reminder that I was anticipating a different form of interaction with the sexy submissive. Perhaps this time I’d get the opportunity to watch her and Ben together, more so than the brief amount of time earlier. I could still see Addison stroking Ben’s cock, her pale fingers sliding up and down his dark shaft… Fucking hell.
Needless to say, they were a distraction I wasn’t sure I could afford.
Now that we’d gathered at the restaurant, I was ready to head back to my apartment, take my pup and my feisty girl inside, and figure out a way to pass some time before bed.
Based on Addison’s reactions to the two of us, I had to wonder exactly how long we would be able to hold out before we took that woman to task, had her drop to her knees, bow her head, and offer her submission up to us. This afternoon had been a minor test and she had passed with flying colors. The way she had easily stripped her clothes off and knelt beside my desk was promising. I understood that trust came before submission, but it felt as though that was building rather quickly.
Fuck, I was getting hard just thinking about it.
Okay, fine. I wasn’t quite sure Addison was entirely ready for what I had in mind, but that didn’t stop me from fantasizing about it. The way she’d responded to my authority that morning and the spanking I’d dished out had left me with a tremendous amount of hope.
It had been a huge risk considering the short amount of time that I’d known her. I was well aware of what the r
epercussions could’ve been had she been offended by my high-handedness. Pushing her too quickly could’ve caused a major setback. But something about Addison’s personality told me she’d needed it as much as I did.
So, contrary to what the cautious side of my brain was telling me, I had taken that step sooner than expected and it had worked in my favor. For most of the day, I’d thought about her pretty little ass with those bright red stripes and ached to spend more time with her.
However, that wasn’t something I could think about now with all these people around. It wouldn’t do a damn bit of good to be sporting a hard-on while attempting to share a meal with some of our high-profile clients.
Good news was, Luci had taken care of every little detail, including the seating at the restaurant. I suspected Ben had informed her that we expected to keep Addison close, because our little rebel had been seated directly between us, as I’d requested.
“So, what did you think of your first day?” Ben asked Addison as the waiters bustled about serving salads and appetizers.
“Well, I’m exhausted if that’s any indication,” she said with a beaming smile.
I couldn’t help but wonder if that was her way of answering my silent question.
Can I take you back to my place, strip you both, and watch while Ben fucks you to orgasm?
Well, I’m exhausted, if that’s any indication.
So probably a no, then.
“Shadowing Luci was the easy part. She’s a very good teacher. We got my computer set up and she even let me answer the phones when I asked,” Addison went on to explain.
“Did you at least enjoy yourself?”
“I did. And now I’m… Although I could likely fall asleep right here, I’m a little wired.”
Maybe not an absolute no?
“You could always go down to the gym. Run a few miles.”
“Can you seriously see me on a treadmill?” Addison’s laughter wrapped around me and squeezed. “If you can, then it better have a pillow or donuts because I certainly won’t be running.”
I took a sip of scotch and listened to the two of them talk. I had to admit that I liked Addison’s optimism, her zest for life. Despite all that she’d been through and the rebellion that seemed to be a fundamental part of her makeup, she was upbeat and positive and generally quick to smile.
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