“Ah, yes. Very pretty,” Mr. Parker noted, standing beside the bed, completely naked as his heated gaze traveled over me. “You stay just like that and we’ll be back shortly.”
Mr. Parker motioned for Mr. Snowden to follow and they left me alone, naked and restrained.
Figuring this was some sort of test, I relaxed into the bed, listening to the sounds coming from the kitchen. It sounded as though they were making breakfast. Oddly enough, my stomach rumbled from the thought of food and I smiled.
Based on the bedside clock, a solid half hour passed before I heard footsteps coming toward the bedroom. Mr. Snowden appeared with a tray of food, which he set on the bedside table. I watched him closely, admiring his naked form. He seemed completely comfortable sans clothing, and I had to admit, it was a good look for him.
“Are you hungry, precious?” His smile was wicked.
“I’m always hungry,” I told him, ensuring he heard the innuendo.
Mr. Parker appeared carrying a tray, but this one only held honey, chocolate syrup, and some sort of jam or jelly. I couldn’t tell. He set his tray on the opposite bedside table and then Mr. Snowden knelt on the mattress while Mr. Parker opened a drawer and retrieved a plastic-wrapped item.
“We thought we would enjoy our breakfast this morning,” he said mischievously, turning toward me and holding up what appeared to be a small, thin dildo.
My skin tingled and my nipples pebbled as naughty thoughts flittered through my mind.
“Shift her ass down a little,” Mr. Parker instructed.
With firm hands on my hips, Mr. Snowden pulled me toward the end of the bed, which allowed some slack in the restraints on my ankles.
“Prop her knees up and hold them open.”
Fully on display when he did this, I stared at Mr. Parker as he opened the item in his hand, then pulled a small tube of what I assumed was lubrication out of another drawer. He obviously realized how intrigued I was because he took his time lubing up the toy before he, too, joined us on the bed, positioning himself between my thighs.
“Relax for me, little rebel.”
I wasn’t sure that was possible. As turned on as I was, I doubted there was anything he could do that would hurt me. I was eager and waiting, desperate for them to do whatever they had planned for me.
He lowered the toy and I felt the cool lubricant glide over my anus. I sucked in a breath when I realized what his intention was.
“Don’t worry, precious. This is just for fun. It’s small and narrow. It shouldn’t hurt.”
That was easy for him to say. While I wasn’t opposed to anal sex, it had been a really long time since I’d had anything thrust into my ass.
Still, I was smiling, encouraging them to continue.
Mr. Parker prodded my ass with the toy, then gently eased it inside me. I had to relax, as he’d instructed, to alleviate the sharp bite of pain that ripped through me.
“We’ve got plenty in store for you, pet. Enough to keep your mind off this.”
I doubted that, but I nodded, trying to allow my body to adjust to the intrusion. It took a few minutes, but the pain disappeared and only a small amount of fullness remained.
“Good girl,” Mr. Parker said, getting to his feet again. “Are you ready for breakfast?”
I nodded, watching him intently.
“Well, while my pup feeds you, I’m going to enjoy my breakfast.”
He held up the bottle of honey as he moved around to the end of the bed once more.
“Just remember, little rebel, you do not have permission to come.”
Well, hell.
Thirty-Four
JUSTIN
I WAS ONLY MILDLY SURPRISED by Addison’s reluctance toward the anal vibrator. I figured it had more to do with not knowing what my intentions were than anything else. According to her limits list, she wasn’t opposed to anal sex. Then again, if she thought for a second that my pup was going to fuck her ass, I completely understood her reluctance. That was an intimidating thought, no doubt.
“You may feed her, pup.” I passed over the grape jam.
While Ben prepared her biscuits, I crawled between her splayed thighs, admiring my handiwork for a moment before I drizzled honey over her labia. Using only my tongue, I licked it off, adding more, lapping it up until Addison was practically vibrating. I made sure not to tease her clit, although I did allow the honey to drip onto the little bundle of nerves a time or two.
“How does it feel?” Ben asked.
“Very nice,” she said, humming with approval. “I could get used to this.”
Oh, she could, could she?”
This time, as I sucked her pussy lips into my mouth, sucking firmly, I grabbed the small remote attached to the vibrator and hit the button to turn it on.
“Oh!” Addison’s body jerked.
I grinned up at her. “Do you like that?”
“I…” Her eyes closed briefly and I continued to tease her with my mouth. “I do…yes.”
Ben continued hand-feeding her small bites of biscuit covered with butter and grape jam while I took my time, enjoying the sweetness of honey on her even sweeter skin.
Once I’d had more honey than I could handle, I crawled off the bed, leaving the vibrator still humming inside her.
Ben and I traded positions after I passed the chocolate syrup over to him.
Rather than focus on her pussy, he decorated her tits with the chocolate sauce and laved her with his tongue. While she was focused on that, I continued to feed her until she was writhing. As she hissed and moaned, I turned up the vibrator.
The little toy wasn’t going to do a damn thing to help prepare her ass to ever take either of us, but that wasn’t my intention yet. While anal sex and double penetration was certainly in her future, it wouldn’t be for a while. I knew she wasn’t ready for that. Since we could be quite taxing on her body as it was, I figured that would come in due time.
Once Ben was finished, he placed the chocolate syrup back on the tray.
Addison’s eyes were wild as she stared back at me and I knew she was close to coming. I also knew that I had every intention of making her, but I wanted to draw it out a little more, get her as eager as possible to take our cocks.
I placed the remains of her breakfast on the nightstand, then got onto my knees at her side. Ben mirrored my position on the other side.
“Now, it’s your turn, pet.” I wrapped a firm hand around my cock and guided it to her mouth.
She moaned sweetly as she took it inside. I didn’t allow her too much time to tease me before I pulled out. Ben proceeded to drizzle honey over the swollen head and I was once again feeding it to her.
Our little rebel sighed and I assumed she was enjoying herself. I allowed her to spend several minutes cleaning the sticky residue off until my cock was clean once again. I couldn’t help brushing her hair back from her face, admiring the sweet submissive who had surprised me at every turn. It didn’t seem to matter what I asked of her, she was always willing, always grateful.
And that made me want more from her.
This was one of those moments I wanted to spend taking my time, getting to know every moan, every gasp. She looked damn near perfect restrained to my bed and I wanted this to last as long as possible.
*
BEN
WHEN MR. PARKER SHARED HIS plan to sensually torment Addison this morning, I’d been completely on board with it. Watching her, listening to her…I was pretty sure I could do this every morning for the rest of our lives.
Seeing her strapped down and completely helpless was rather intoxicating.
Having her take my cock between those sweet lips was my own form of heaven. Especially when she massaged the head with her tongue, moaning softly so that the vibration caused my stomach muscles to clench. The girl was so damn good with her mouth.
“Hand me one of those pillows,” Mr. Parker requested as Addison continued to lick the remaining chocolate from my dick.
After he
positioned the pillow beneath her ass, he disappeared into the bathroom. I heard the sound of running water, figured he was cleaning the honey from himself. After all, I knew Mr. Parker had every intention of sinking deep inside this woman again. As did I.
“Lick every inch,” I instructed, cradling Addison’s head as I glided my cock over her lips. “Did you enjoy this?”
She nodded, her eyes glazed with passion as she peered up at me. “Very much, Mr. Snowden.”
“Oh, we’re not done yet,” Mr. Parker informed her when he returned.
Standing at the end of the bed, he stroked his cock and kept his eyes pinned on her spread legs, the smooth, glistening flesh between them.
This morning wasn’t nearly as intense as last night. He wasn’t rushing, nor was I. We were simply savoring the time we had with Addison, enjoying bringing her pleasure, and taking ours in turn. In all honesty, I’d never felt this complete in my entire life. When it came to these two, I felt as though I was right where I was supposed to be.
“Remember, little rebel, you are not allowed to come,” Mr. Parker informed her as he positioned himself between her thighs. “I’m going to enjoy this tight little pussy for a while, then my pup will.” He smiled as he pressed the head against her entrance. “And maybe if you’re a good girl, we’ll let you come.”
She sighed as Mr. Parker pushed inside her. I briefly wondered what it felt like with that vibrator in her ass. I was looking forward to finding out, but enjoying watching as he leisurely pushed in, then pulled out completely. His cock would slip inside, then retreat. I figured it had to be torture for him to retreat all the way, but Addison didn’t seem to mind. She continued to lick and lave my cock while Mr. Parker penetrated her again and again.
“Your turn, pup,” he finally said after long minutes had passed. “I want you to feel how tight that little pussy is, how incredible it feels with that vibrator in her ass.”
We traded places, and while Mr. Parker had her lick her juices off his cock, I pressed inside. And just like last night, when I’d felt the tight sheath of her pussy for the first time, a dangerous tingle ignited in the base of my spine. I had to focus on breathing, watching her face as I filled her. She was so damn perfect, everything I’d ever fucking wanted.
“Color, little rebel?”
“Green,” she said on a long sigh. “Very, very green.”
“Good girl.”
After several minutes, we traded again. Mr. Parker fucked her while I had her clean my cock.
“Do you enjoy this?” he asked, his question directed at her. “The two of us using your sweet little body for our own pleasure?”
“Yes, Mr. Parker.” Her tone had a dreamy edge to it, as though she was slipping into subspace. “I want you to use me.”
My cock throbbed when she said that and her eyes shot up to mine. No doubt she couldn’t miss how much that turned me on, how fucking hot I found her submission.
By the time we had traded places two more times, I was fairly certain we were all tightly leashed, ready to break our chains. Addison was writhing and moaning, no longer simply allowing us to fuck her. Instead, she was grinding her hips, attempting to get closer.
I sank deep inside her once more, and as soon as I was lodged to the hilt, Mr. Parker reached down and suddenly the vibrator came roaring to life. I growled as sensation ripped through me.
“Fuck her, pup,” he commanded, his tone hard. “I want you to fuck her until you both come.”
Her eyes widened and I saw gratitude there. She was eager and likely as desperate as I was.
“Is that what you need, precious?” I asked, slamming into her as I held her thighs.
“Yes! Oh, God, yes!”
Her hips rocked toward me when I slammed into her again.
I would never get enough of this woman. Not even if I did this every morning for as long as I lived. She did something to me, made me feel something I’d never felt before. I knew it had everything to do with having both of them, but it would’ve never been this complete without her.
“Fuck her,” Mr. Parker commanded, his hand wrapping tightly around his cock. “Come inside her so I can feel your cum on me while I fuck her.”
Oh, fuck. The mere thought of that had the tingle returning. I gripped Addison’s hips and slammed into her again and again.
“Come for me, precious. Come all over my cock.” I didn’t relent, driving in deeper, loving the way her eyes rolled back and she cried out my name. “That’s it, baby. Come for me.”
When her pussy clamped down, her muscles strangling my dick, I pushed in as far as I could and let myself go.
It took every ounce of energy I had left to roll over to her side while Mr. Parker slid between her legs. I placed one hand on her thigh, wanting to be part of this moment, to feel the instant she let go again.
“Addison,” he groaned. “Can you feel that? His cum filling you, easing my way as I fuck you?”
His dirty words obviously had an impact on her because her breathing became rapid, her moans endless.
“Mr. Parker! Please! Fuck me harder.”
He gave her exactly what she asked for, ramming her again and again while I remained right there on the bed, watching the intense way he kept his eyes locked on hers. I knew he was feeling the same way I did, knowing without a doubt that this thing between us was no longer casual, no longer merely a piece of paper giving us permission to enjoy one another.
This was more.
Mr. Parker growled her name as he came at the same time Addison cried out his.
No, this was everything.
Thirty-Five
ADDISON
I HAD SPENT THE LAST three nights sleeping in Mr. Parker’s bed, wrapped securely in their arms, feeling decidedly whole for the first time in my life. After the role-playing session in my apartment, I felt different. Like a whole new woman. Whatever had transpired that night had made a significant impact on everything. My outlook, my thought process. Most of all, my feelings for the two Doms who had claimed me in the most delicious way.
And the things they’d done to me over the weekend had only intensified my feelings. The way we had pleasured one another, enjoying our time together, hardly able to resist one another. I’d never felt this way about anyone.
Oddly enough, things weren’t awkward like I’d expected them to be. They were actually not awkward for the first time since I’d met them. Mr. Parker wasn’t retreating, Mr. Snowden wasn’t worrying, and I…well, I was trying not to wait for the other shoe to drop. It was a horrible response I generally had to any new situation and I was fighting it tooth and nail, desperate not to allow any negativity to interrupt the good thing we had going on.
Now that it was Monday and we were back in the office, I was ramping into my new role without any more training from Luci. I think that was a relief for her because she didn’t have me at her side at all hours of the day. That and the interviews had ceased. Well, except for one, which was taking place right now.
Mistress Jane was in Mr. Parker’s office, where they’d been for at least two hours. I had no idea what they were discussing, but every now and then I heard Mistress Jane laugh. She sounded happy. I hoped that meant she was intending to join the team.
This morning, during my first official Monday meeting, Mr. Snowden had announced that he was making a formal offer to Master Edge and Mr. Parker informed us he was doing the same with Master Zeke. (Yes, I was still calling them by their Dom names.) Mistress Jane’s decision was still forthcoming, but Jordan was already in his new position and Dale had joined us this morning, a full week earlier than he’d originally anticipated.
Since I didn’t truly understand the overall organization structure, or what these new people added, I had presented the question during the meeting. Mr. Parker had kindly informed me that they were adding an additional layer, one that would offer another buffer between the big bosses and the managers. It was an attempt to lessen everyone’s time in the office. The new regional d
irectors—Master Edge, Master Zeke, Mistress Jane, and Jordan—would take some of the strain off and, in turn, allow them to seek additional clients, to build their ever-growing portfolio.
I didn’t know if it was the stars aligning perfectly or what, but everything seemed to be falling right into place. Not just for me but overall. For the firm, for my bosses, and yes, for all of us individually. Part of me was scared that something was going to happen to rock the boat, so I was attempting to be as positive as I could without overdoing it.
The phone on my desk buzzed and I glanced down to see that the call was coming from Mr. Snowden’s office.
“Hi,” I greeted cheerfully.
“Can you come into my office, precious?”
That giddy feeling was back. “Of course, Mr. Snowden.”
Without running, I hurried to his office, then rapped my knuckles on the door briefly before entering.
“You wanted to see me?” I asked, unable to hide my huge grin.
“I did.” He leaned back in his chair. “In fact, I’d like to see more of you. Strip, precious.”
My insides coiled tightly as I slowly removed my clothes, placing them neatly on the chair. When I was naked, I moved toward him, stopping at the side of his desk. Mr. Snowden reached into his desk drawer and pulled something out, then grabbed his laptop and stood.
“Let’s move over to the sofa.”
Excitement fizzed in my veins as I wondered what he had planned for me. We’d been pretty much playing nonstop since Friday night, yet I always found myself eager for more. Their attention was addictive and the desire to please them in any way that I could had become my main focus.
Mr. Snowden set his laptop on the small end table, then produced the item he had retrieved from his drawer. It was a vibrator, I could tell, but it was different than most I’d seen. This one wasn’t long and thin. It was blue and pretty much looked to be folded in half, with one end quite a bit larger than the other.
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