Their Rebellious Submissive (Office Intrigue Book 3)

by Nicole Edwards

  Son of a bitch.

  The door was closed.

  That damn sure wasn’t going to help me any.

  With my head close to the wood, I tried to hear what they were saying, but the words were muffled.

  I was about to knock when someone cleared their throat from behind me.

  Fucking hell.

  Pivoting slowly, I willed my humiliation away. When I turned around, I noticed Landon watching me with an amused grin.

  “I never figured you for a voyeur,” Landon stated, chuckling. “An exhibitionist, absolutely. But not a voyeur.”

  “What do you need?” I tried to keep my irritation masked, but it wasn’t easy. It took a lot to embarrass me, but for some reason, my ears heated up.

  “Well, I wanted to talk about these positions you’re hopin’ to fill. But if I’m interruptin’ something important…”

  Actually, he was, but I wasn’t about to tell him that.

  “Let’s talk in my office,” I suggested, tugging on my jacket and moving toward the door.

  “So, Addison seems to be working out,” he mentioned.

  While I moved around to my desk chair, Landon casually leaned one shoulder against the doorjamb. I nodded in response to his statement, my gaze darting back to Ben’s door although I couldn’t see it with Landon’s big body blocking the view.

  What the hell could they possibly be doing on the other side of it? And why the fuck was I so damn curious I was willing to eavesdrop? Or was it because I wanted to watch? Surely that was it. For the past two weeks, I had managed to keep a tight leash on our interactions, desperate to keep us from moving too fast. After that first night, I’d felt as though we had jumped in rather quickly, and every interaction after that had been going in one direction. Right to the place I was eager to get to, but knew couldn’t be rushed.

  “Come in and have a seat,” I urged, shaking off the thought.

  “Thanks, but no. I wasn’t plannin’ on stayin’. I’ve got something to take care of. But like I was sayin’, Luci speaks quite highly of Addison. I think she’s ready to let the girl venture out on her own.”

  My gaze darted to Landon, beyond him, then back again, and I made a desperate attempt to focus on my business partner. “I think that’s a good idea. Once she’s fully in her role, I think she’ll do quite nicely.”

  “As your secretary? Or your submissive?” he questioned, once again laughing. The guy could see right through me and I couldn’t say I was pleased with that.

  “Both,” I told him honestly. It was true. The more I thought about Addison, the more she seemed to fit with me and Ben. Granted, I was having more than my fair share of doubts, but that was to be expected. Ben and I had been together for quite some time. I had an unfounded fear that someone else might disrupt that. Unfortunately, I was going to have to let go of the brake in order to see where things went.

  Landon’s expression sobered. “Well, I hope that’s the case for your sake. And for Ben’s. How’s that working out, anyway? The three layers you’ve got going on?”

  “It’s challenging,” I admitted. “But nothing we won’t figure out with time.” At least, I hoped that was the case.

  “So, you think you can scale back enough to let it work itself out?”

  “Scale back?”

  Landon smirked. “You’re a rather dominant man. I’m sure it’s not easy to allow someone else to fill that role.”

  “He’s not dominating me,” I assured him.

  “No one said he was. But I know from experience that a true submissive tends to lean on the Dominant who can handle her.”

  It was true. And yes, I knew Landon had been through something similar with Luci and his twin in the beginning. Due to Langston’s overbearing nature, Luci had looked to him in the beginning. And, as I’d found out later, was the very reason Langston had backed off. As a way to get Luci to see Landon as his equal.

  “Ben can certainly handle her,” I told Landon. If I let him.

  Was that the problem? These past two weeks had been nothing but sexting, dinners, and quite a bit of heated make-out sessions with some oral sex mixed in. We shared conversation, getting to know one another bit by bit, but I’d managed to hold back on claiming Addison in the one way I knew Ben and I were both ready to claim her. And yes, it was my own damn insecurities that had gotten in the way, but was I holding Ben back as well?

  “I believe it. The question was whether or not you could step back and allow that to happen.”

  My eyes instantly went to Ben’s door again. I was still wondering if that was something I was capable of. Knowing that the two of them were on the other side of that door…

  Son of a bitch

  Landon shifted, and I was once again reminded that he was there.

  “All right, enough of the deep shit, huh?” He smirked. “I simply wanted to tell you we offered Jordan the position and he accepted. We also hired Dale as his replacement. He’ll start in two weeks.”

  “It sounds like it’s working out well, then.”

  “So far, so good. You still meeting with Greg?”

  I nodded. “On Friday. And I’m having dinner with Zeke tonight.”

  “Interesting choice, that one.”

  I cocked my head to the side. “You have an issue with Zeke?”

  “Not at all. He’s a nice guy. Professional. If not a tad aggressive.”

  I grinned. “Aggressive isn’t always a bad thing.”

  “True. The question is whether or not he’ll make a good impression on the teams you want him to manage.” Landon straightened his tie, then peered over his shoulder. “Anyway, I’ll let you get back to…doing whatever it was you were doing.”

  I grimaced. The man had caught me during a weak moment. One I wasn’t at all proud of. Spying on Ben was not something I’d ever done before. It bothered me that I was trying to do it now.

  Granted, it probably wouldn’t stop me from doing it again.

  Damn it.

  *

  BEN

  “IS EVERYTHING ALL RIGHT, MR. SNOWDEN?” Addison asked when she stepped into my office.

  I watched as she slowly closed the door behind her. From what I could tell, she was nervous. Perhaps that was understandable considering the way I had summoned her.

  In my defense, I’d been sitting at my desk thinking about her endlessly. Truth was, for the past two weeks, I’d been enjoying every single step forward that we seemed to be taking. But it seemed as though, just when I thought we would take the leap, something would set us back a step. Every time I thought I was ready to claim Addison physically, I stopped. Mr. Parker’s words still resonated with me and I’d been following his lead. Since he seemed to be wanting to take things slow, I’d adopted that same outlook.

  Only, now, I was no longer on board with that plan. It was time I took matters into my own hands.

  “Everything’s fine,” I confirmed. “How’s the day going?”

  “Good. A little slow, but it’s good. We just interviewed Dale for the receptionist position.”

  “And?”

  “I think he’ll do well.” Her gaze shot to the floor, as though she had spoken out of turn. “If he’s offered it, of course.”

  “Come here, precious.” When she peered up at me again, I motioned her closer.

  The instant she heard that name from my lips, her entire posture changed. She knew what was coming and it was obvious she welcomed it. I liked that about her. I’d known her for only a few weeks, yet I was picking up on little things. Such as the fact that Addison wanted to be wanted.

  Well, she was in luck, because I wanted that girl with a passion I’d never felt before.

  “Is there something I can do for you, Mr. Snowden?” Her voice was raspy, her eyes wide and focused on my face.

  “There is.” I was purposely taking my time, wanting to build her anticipation.

  “Anything, Mr. Snowden.”

  I leaned back in my chair and regarded her, allowing my eyes to t
rail from her head to her feet, then back up. “I want you naked.”

  That seemed to shock her, but her expression was one of wonder. As though she couldn’t believe I’d said it.

  “Of course, Mr. Snowden.”

  The fact that she didn’t question me was a good sign. All morning I’d been trying to figure out how I was going to handle this feisty woman. I felt it was necessary to establish my dominance with her early on, ensure that she knew where her place was. Well, that and the fact that she brought out all my dominant instincts.

  “Then strip for me, precious.”

  I noticed the way her hands trembled slightly as she worked the buttons free on the black silk shirt she wore. I hadn’t selected her outfit this morning. Not because I didn’t want to do that for her. Simply because I’d forgotten. For two weeks, I’d only forgotten twice. Those were moments I wasn’t proud of and that was the very reason I had added it as a reminder on my phone. I wanted to ensure I gave this woman everything she needed, whatever it took to make her happy. From this point forward, that was my one goal and I refused to fail.

  “Slow down,” I told her. “Let me enjoy the show. Oh, and leave the heels on. I like them.”

  She smiled, then continued her impromptu strip tease.

  I admired every silky inch of skin she revealed. Simply seeing her there, so willing… It had the Dom in me rearing up. My cock hardened as I thought about sliding into the tight sheath of her body.

  Within minutes, Addison was naked, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked downtown. The sun backlit her, making her skin glow and the natural red highlights in her hair stand out. She truly was a stunning woman. The tattoos were a nice touch, as well.

  Damn, she was sexy.

  Patting the top of my desk, I pushed my chair back out of the way. “Come have a seat.”

  I could see the pulse pounding in her neck, noticed the way her breaths were coming in faster than before.

  “Does this turn you on?” I asked as she planted that juicy ass on the top of my desk. I had dreamed about that ass for weeks now.

  “Yes, Mr. Snowden, it does.”

  “Are you wet?”

  She nodded shyly.

  “I’d like to see for myself.”

  When she was situated, I took her feet and planted one on each arm of my chair. Again, I leaned back, resting my hands on her ankles as I admired her pretty pink pussy.

  I wanted to run my tongue over her clit, to feel her smooth flesh, to taste her sweetness.

  Although I hadn’t intended to fuck her today, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to hold back for much longer. Every time I was near her, my body temperature rose and my cock throbbed painfully. This woman tempted me in ways no other woman ever had.

  “I like seeing you like that,” I informed her. “On display, right there on my desk.” I let my eyes travel up to her face. “Spread your pussy lips open for me.”

  With two fingers, Addison did as I instructed, and once again, my gaze zeroed in on the glistening flesh between her thighs.

  Opening the top drawer of my desk, I pulled out the item I’d acquired for her last week. I had informed Mr. Parker of what I was looking for and he’d managed to obtain it. I knew it hadn’t been in his stash because I’d checked there first. Of course, he’d also supplied half a dozen other things that I’d also stashed in my drawer, but we would start slowly.

  Addison’s attention was riveted on the package as I opened it.

  I held up the small silicone sleeve that covered the little bullet vibrator. It was dotted with dozens of little nubs that were designed to stimulate her clit.

  “Put this on your finger,” I instructed.

  Without moving her other hand, which was still holding her pussy lips open, Addison held out her finger. I easily slipped the ring over it, then turned the vibrator on.

  “Hold it to your clit.” I held her gaze. “You do not have permission to come, so I suggest you go easy.”

  Her breaths were racing in and out of her lungs as she lowered the toy to her clit. As she pressed it down against that tiny bundle of nerves, her eyes drifted closed.

  “Look at me,” I commanded.

  Her gaze snapped up to my face.

  “What do you think?”

  “It’s nice,” she rasped. “Very nice.”

  A soft moan escaped her and I divided my attention between watching that toy press down on her clit and her eyes, which she kept pinned on my face. It was obvious she was turned on and I briefly wondered what did it for her more, the vibrator or being on display. If I had to guess, it was a combination of the two.

  My dick was hard, but I ignored the unruly appendage.

  “I want to taste you,” I told her, holding her gaze again. “Would you like that? For me to tease your cunt with my tongue?”

  Another moan escaped as she nodded.

  “Words,” I commanded. “I always expect a verbal answer.”

  “Yes, Mr. Snowden,” she said on a rush of air. “I’d like you to tease my pussy with your tongue.”

  I took her ankles in my hands as I got to my feet. “Lie back.”

  Addison stopped playing with her clit long enough to lie back on my desk.

  “Hold your knees close to your chest.”

  When she was in position, I pulled another item out of my desk drawer. Her eyes trailed me as I moved around the desk. A few minutes later, I had her strapped down, her knees spread wide, her pussy eager and waiting for my mouth.

  “I do love seeing you restrained,” I admitted.

  “I like when you restrain me, Mr. Snowden.” Her eyes glittered with her honesty.

  Damn, but I liked this girl.

  “Now, don’t move.”

  “Yes, Mr. Snowden.”

  Taking the toy from her finger, I turned it off, then set it down on the desk before opening my office door and stepping out. I noticed Mr. Parker’s door was open and he was sitting there, staring at his computer.

  “Would you mind joining us for a few minutes?” I asked.

  Intense blue eyes lifted to my face. Slowly, Mr. Parker rose from his chair, then moved around his desk. I could tell he was trying to read my expression, likely wondering what was going on. I wasn’t about to tell him.

  Not when he could see for himself.

  After all, there was no sense ruining the surprise.

  Twenty-Four

  ADDISON

  I WAS PRETTY SURE I was going to go out of my mind.

  Mr. Snowden had strapped me to his desk, then left the room. It didn’t bother me that I was naked and splayed open for anyone to see. However, my entire body hummed with arousal, an ache having built inside me when Mr. Snowden insisted that I strip. It had only intensified with every passing second since then.

  After three days of counting down until my next orgasm, it seemed it was only slightly out of reach now. But at least it was within my grasp.

  And when he asked me to play with myself while he intimately watched me…yeah, that had been hot. But now I was desperate for him to touch me, to assuage this yearning that had overcome my entire being. Even now, when he had stepped out of the room, I could still see the heat in his eyes, the way they trailed over me with such approval. I wanted to see that look every day for the rest of my life.

  “Well, this is pretty.”

  Turning my head to the side, I noticed Mr. Snowden and Mr. Parker walking back in. Mr. Snowden closed the door behind them and then both men moved around to stand where Mr. Snowden had been sitting earlier. From their position, I knew they could see how turned on I was, how wet my pussy was.

  And boy was I.

  More so with every passing second.

  “Our precious girl doesn’t seem to mind being trussed up here in the office,” Mr. Snowden mused.

  “Is that right, girl?”

  “No, Mr. Parker. I don’t mind.” In fact, I liked it far more than I thought I would.

  Mr. Parker glanced over at Mr. Sn
owden. “So, what did you have in mind for her?”

  “I intend to eat her pussy,” he replied matter-of-factly. “But first, I’m thinking she would look quite nice with a set of clamps on those pretty tits.”

  “Hmm.” Mr. Parker’s eyes dropped to my tits and my nipples pebbled. “I think you’re right.”

  I heard the drawer being opened, and then a minute later, Mr. Snowden was moving around to stand closest to my head.

  “Have you ever worn clamps, precious?” he questioned.

  “Yes, Mr. Snowden.” Yeah, that was me all breathless and eager. There was no way to deny it.

  “These are clover clamps,” he informed me.

  I swallowed hard. I happened to like clover clamps. The others tended to slip off easily, but these had an added bite to them.

  The next thing I knew, Mr. Snowden was leaning over me, his tongue circling my left nipple. His shirt brushed over my nose and I inhaled deeply. The man smelled so damn good. I got lost in his scent, nearly overwhelmed by it until I felt the clamp close over my nipple.

  I sucked in a breath and held it.

  “Exhale, precious,” he ordered, his voice deep and warm.

  I did. And my pussy gushed. The fact that I was restrained made it all the more arousing. Unable to move, unable to stop them from doing anything…it was a fantasy come true.

  “That’s a good girl.”

  His lips then moved to my other nipple and I focused on it rather than the pain shooting through me. A second later, the second clamp was applied.

  “Oh, God,” I cried out as more pain consumed me. My breaths raced in and out of my lungs; a desperate need to stop the intensity had my hands balling into fists. Since I couldn’t move them, it didn’t matter.

  “Breathe,” Mr. Snowden demanded, his warm hands curling under my chin as he tilted my head back. “You look so pretty like that.”

  I inhaled and exhaled slowly until the pain morphed into a not-unpleasant but definitely undeniable throb.

  “Good girl,” he crooned. “Next time I do this, I’m going to clamp your clit, too. But not today. Right now, I want to taste you.”