“Lie down,” he said, motioning toward one end of the sofa. “Head on the pillow and spread your legs wide for me.”
I blushed at the intimate position but did as he instructed. Mr. Snowden assisted, placing one of my legs along the back of the sofa and positioning the other on the floor. Clearly, when he said spread wide, he wasn’t joking.
I watched as he lubed up the vibrator, then used his fingers to tease me for a moment.
“This is a G-spot vibrator,” he said. “It’s controlled by an app on my phone.”
Holy shit.
He smiled and it was one of those grins that said he was definitely looking forward to this.
About the time I started to moan from how good his fingers felt as they slipped in and out of my pussy, he stopped. Seconds later, he had the vibrator inserted inside me.
“Any pain?”
I shook my head. It didn’t hurt, but it was a bit uncomfortable.
Mr. Snowden grabbed his phone, stabbed the screen a couple of times. The toy came to life and all thoughts of discomfort disappeared. The tremors started out slow but quickly morphed into an all-out ten-on-the-Richter-scale vibration.
“Oh, God.” I jerked as the glorious sensation had me soaring toward an orgasm.
It stopped.
I groaned my disappointment and Mr. Snowden chuckled.
“One more thing.” He headed back to his desk and got something else. When he returned, he was holding what appeared to be a small tablet. “It’s a Kindle,” he informed me. “Now you can read whatever you want, whenever you want.”
“Seriously?” I reached for it, stunned by his generosity.
“You’ve got an account, so just go to the online Kindle store and buy whatever you’d like.”
With that, Mr. Snowden sat down on the other end of the sofa and pulled his laptop into his lap.
For a second I was confused. There I was, laid out naked on his sofa with a vibrator stuffed inside me and a world of reading right at my fingertips. But it was the middle of the day and we were in the office.
“Am I supposed to read now?” I asked, feeling slightly foolish since I was at work.
“Yes. You read while I work.”
Umm. Okay.
I spent a little time searching on the e-reader until I found a book that caught my interest. It didn’t take long before I was focused solely on the words, everything fading. As with any time I found a story that captured my attention, I got lost in the fictional world, getting to know the characters when…
The vibrator came to life and I damn near threw the Kindle across the room.
Mr. Snowden chuckled as he grabbed the e-reader. “Relax, pet.”
“Well, you could warn a girl,” I said, laughing at my own reaction.
“That takes all the fun out of it.”
And clearly, he was having fun, because for the next hour, Mr. Snowden used that phone app to control the vibrator, turning it on and off. Sometimes on low, other times on high, sometimes for several minutes, other times for only a few seconds.
I was quickly growing agitated as my near-climax was constantly yanked out of reach. Needless to say, I was no longer able to focus on my reading material. Not when I was anticipating the next shockwaves to shatter my peace of mind.
“Mr. Snowden,” I pleaded when he turned it on again.
“Yes, precious?”
“Can I please come?”
His eyes slid over me for a few seconds before he shook his head and turned off the toy. “Not yet.”
I once again groaned my disappointment and he merely chuckled.
I wasn’t sure how much time passed between then and when he finally ramped that bad boy up to high. My arousal shot from zero to sixty in less than a second and I grabbed for the cushion as I dropped the Kindle onto the floor.
“You may come, precious,” he said roughly, his full attention on me.
My back bowed and my orgasm ripped through me. Unfortunately, Mr. Snowden wasn’t satisfied with only one, because he left the vibrator on high until I’d come at least three times, my muscles locked up from the constant tension in my womb.
When he finally turned it off, I relaxed, my breaths rushing in and out of my lungs. I was so overwhelmed I wasn’t even embarrassed as he pulled the vibrator out of my pussy and disappeared into the bathroom in his office.
“What do you say to me?” he asked when he returned.
I smiled up at him dreamily. “Thank you, Mr. Snowden. Thank you for the multiple orgasms.”
“You’re very welcome, precious.” He helped me to my feet, then kissed me long and hard before instructing me to get dressed and giving me permission to go back to work.
I managed to follow his instructions, even on wobbly legs, smiling as I left his office a short time later.
*
It was a few minutes before four when my phone on my desk rang. I peered down to see that it was Mr. Parker this time.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Parker,” I greeted cheerfully.
“Good afternoon, little rebel. Can you please join me in my office?”
“I’d be happy to.” Hanging up, I hurried to his office, opening the door and smiling. At some point during the day, he had removed his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves. Although the man rocked a suit like nobody’s business, admittedly, I liked the more relaxed look on him.
His eyes perused me as though he was seeing me for the first time. I noticed the heat in his gaze, and the same sort of anticipation I’d felt when Mr. Snowden asked me into his office hit me. Having spent the weekend with them, I was familiar with being beckoned and I was learning to anticipate it.
“Come over here, feisty girl,” he ordered, his tone not nearly as relaxed as his appearance.
I walked over to him, my belly fluttering with those damn butterflies.
When I was less than a foot away, he held out his hand and pulled me even closer. Shifting, he positioned himself so that I was straddling his thighs in his desk chair.
“Well, this is a nice surprise,” I told him, sliding my hand over his slightly stubbled cheek.
“It is, isn’t it?”
Without another word, Mr. Parker kissed me.
Not one of those gentle, let’s-ease-into-it sort of kisses, either. This one was fueled by a significant amount of hunger that I instantly responded to in kind. The man didn’t kiss me often and I found myself more than happy that he was now.
“Reach down and unbuckle my belt,” he commanded between kisses.
I worked my hands between our bodies and freed the leather from the metal buckle.
“Take it off.”
It took a few seconds, but I managed to pull the leather from his belt loops.
“Now, don’t stop kissing me.”
Once again, I fused my lips to his while he took the belt from me. It didn’t take long for me to realize he was using it to restrain my hands at the small of my back. Once my hands were rendered useless, he broke the kiss and stared down at me.
“Have I told you how beautiful you are?”
I shook my head.
“Well, I’ll need to rectify that in the future, because you are a truly beautiful woman.”
His tone reflected his sincerity, but there was a dark hunger in his eyes that spoke of very naughty thoughts.
“Thank you, Mr. Parker.”
“Have I told you how much I enjoy eating your pussy?”
Heat slammed into me and my pussy clenched at his words. “No, Mr. Parker.”
“I do. I enjoy it so much I can’t stop thinking about it.”
I prayed he was planning to do something about that.
He lifted me up onto the top of his desk with ease. I couldn’t lean back very far because of the way I was restrained, but that didn’t stop him from placing my feet on the arms of his chair.
I sucked in a sharp breath when he shoved my skirt up my thighs, then pulled my panties to the side. His head dipped low so that his face was between m
y legs. When he licked me, I whimpered. His tongue was wicked and so effective. It didn’t take long before I was threatening to topple over, unable to hold myself upright. He must’ve noticed, because Mr. Parker stopped teasing me with his tongue and got to his feet. I watched as he unbuttoned his slacks, lowered the zipper, then pushed them down his thighs. I thought for a second he would impale me right where I was, but he eased into his chair, then pulled me back onto his lap.
“I need to feel you,” he whispered. “Need to feel that sweet pussy gripping me.”
“Please…” I wanted him inside me with a fierceness that nearly stopped my heart.
Mr. Parker didn’t disappoint, shifting me enough for him to push his cock inside me before grabbing my hips and jerking me closer.
“Oh, God!” He filled me in one punishing thrust and held me in place.
Mr. Parker groaned, his cock pulsing inside me, his hands not moving from my hips.
“Damn, you feel good.” He pressed his lips to my neck. “One of these days I’m going to bury my dick in your ass while Ben fucks your pussy. We’re going to fill you completely.”
I tried to shift, needing the friction, but he held me still.
“Do you want that?”
“Yes,” I shouted. “So much.”
It must’ve been what Mr. Parker needed to hear, because he began fucking me. Lifting me up and dropping me back onto his cock. Every brutal thrust sent me higher and higher. I wanted to touch him, but I couldn’t, so I settled on watching his face, seeing every emotion he thought he held back dancing in his eyes. This man was far more vulnerable than he realized and it made me want him all the more. I had developed feelings for both of them in such a short time, but it seemed every second I had with them only intensified them.
“What’re you thinking about, Addison?” he asked, never pausing the bump and grind of his hips.
“You,” I admitted. “How much I want you.”
He growled, a deep, animalistic sound. The next thing I knew, he pulled me off him, set me on my feet, then turned me around so that my torso was flat on his desk. His fingertips dug into my hips once again and he slammed into me.
“Yes!” I loved that he was losing control. There was something about it that made me feel powerful.
“Fuck…Addison…baby…” Mr. Parker drove into me again and again, over and over. His cock bottomed out inside me, filling me completely, but I still wanted more. I wanted everything he was willing to give me.
“Say my name,” he commanded.
“Mr. Parker.”
“No! Say my name.”
“Justin…oh, God!” As soon as his name fell from my lips, I came in a rush, white-hot pleasure tearing through me.
“Fuck, Addison.” Mr. Parker roared his release, his hips slamming into me one final time before he leaned over, his weight a welcome pressure against my back.
And right then, as we lay there trying to catch our breath, I felt it.
Another shift.
Only this time, it sounded like that dreaded other shoe.
Thirty-Six
JUSTIN
“I’D LIKE TO MAKE A toast,” Langston said when we were seated at dinner on Thursday night.
“This ought to be good,” Landon joked.
“To the next phase,” Langston said with a wide grin.
“To the next phase,” we all chimed in, clinking glasses before settling down once more.
Tonight, we’d decided to come to dinner to celebrate the fact that Zeke, Greg, Jane, and Jordan had all officially accepted the positions they’d been offered. And in roughly a month from now, we would be starting the next phase, as Langston so eloquently put it. Unfortunately, it wasn’t going to happen right away because our new employees had notices to give and contracts to fulfill before they could come on board. And, of course, Luci had to marry the twins, go off on their honeymoon, then come back before we would actually see any semblance of order.
But at least we were making progress. All the interviews were done and we could get back to the routine we’d had before all this started.
I glanced over at Ben, who was sitting to my left. He was sipping his scotch and watching me. I knew something was on his mind. I even knew what it was, yet I had absolutely no intentions of discussing it with him. Because of that, he was giving me the silent treatment. In all fairness, I deserved it.
After my encounter with Addison on Monday, I had pulled a chickenshit move and come up with an excuse of a business trip to be out of the office. It could’ve waited, but I had needed some time to clear my head, to rein in the control I felt quickly slipping out of my grasp.
I hadn’t returned until tonight, coming to the restaurant straight from the airport.
We both knew exactly why I’d run, but I didn’t care to discuss it. For the fucking life of me, I couldn’t explain what was going on. Although I’d been more than willing to see this thing with Addison through, to explore a D/s relationship with her while employing her, I hadn’t expected what had actually transpired.
I thought for sure this was going to go in a different direction. I’d even mapped it out in my head. I would be sharing Ben with Addison, giving him what he needed while watching from the sidelines. Although I’d agreed to take her on as my submissive, I’d thought it was merely a formality to make Ben feel more complete.
I hadn’t expected to feel anything for her, certainly not this fast.
And there was no denying it, no matter how many miles I managed to put between myself and the two submissives who had somehow…
Fucking shit. I couldn’t even think about it without anger boiling to the surface.
Not at them, of course. I wasn’t angry with either of them and I wasn’t placing blame. I was pissed at myself because I felt so out of control. I hated that feeling. I loathed it.
And anytime I felt that way, I tended to do something relatively foolish, which usually involved coming up with one excuse or another to put distance between myself and whatever was causing the chaos.
In this case, Ben and Addison were causing the uproar in my life.
I hated to admit it, but I had fallen for Addison the same way I’d fallen for Ben. And now I had to deal with these goddamn feelings that had no business shaking the stable foundation of the life I had built for myself.
“What’s got you so quiet?” Zeke asked, pulling me from my thoughts.
I shook my head and took a drink. “Busy week.”
Ben snorted. I ignored him.
“Remember that thing you asked me to look into?” Zeke asked.
Turning my full attention to Zeke, I nodded.
“It’s taken care of.”
“How?”
“Trust me when I tell you, you don’t want the details.”
Actually, I did. “Tell me.”
He shook his head. “Just know that it’s over. He’ll likely be too busy trying to rebuild the pathetic life of his to even think about another woman, much less a submissive. That is, when he gets out of jail.”
I knew Zeke, and I also knew he wouldn’t share the details if he didn’t want to. Pushing him would only piss him off. Except I wanted to know what had happened to Josh Tudor. I needed to know that he would never do to another woman what he’d done to Addison.
“Just tell me you didn’t do anything illegal,” I stated.
“I personally didn’t do anything illegal.”
Great. That could mean a million different things. More than likely, he’d hired someone to do something illegal. Or maybe he’d tipped someone off. Shit. With Zeke, there was no telling. Unfortunately, for now, I would have to be content with knowing that the situation had been addressed.
“So, how is Addison, anyway?” he asked.
I felt Ben’s eyes on me, but I didn’t look his way. “She’s fine.”
“I saw her and Ben at the club the other night.”
That did have me turning to look at Ben. He didn’t so much as shift a muscle. I glanced
back at Zeke.
“He takes her to work,” I told him.
Zeke grinned, then leaned around me and winked at Ben. “Oh, there was definitely some work going on.”
Again, I turned to look at Ben.
No reaction.
I had specifically asked him how things went at the club. His response had been, “Nothing out of the ordinary.”
So, I took it to mean that nothing had happened. Period.
There was a slow boil in my veins as anger simmered to the surface. Ben had lied to me. He had fucking lied to me.
I pinned him with a hard stare, but he still didn’t move.
He was punishing me, I realized. This was his way of paying me back for abruptly leaving.
Son of a bitch.
I sighed, then signaled the waiter for another drink.
*
BEN
When we were finally finished with dinner, I managed to excuse myself to head back to my apartment. Addison had texted me a few minutes ago to let me know that she had gotten home safely after having dinner with Luci and Dale.
I needed to see her.
Honestly, I couldn’t shake this feeling I had. It was a mixture of anger and frustration, along with a good dose of wanting and desire.
I was pissed that Mr. Parker had pulled the stunt he had. It had taken me asking Addison what happened on Monday afternoon to realize he had disappeared because he didn’t want to face the shit that was going on at home.
And by shit, I meant the emotions that had been triggered from the situation we found ourselves in. I couldn’t explain any of it, nor was I trying to, but this thing with Addison had morphed into something even bigger than I’d anticipated. Evidently, Mr. Parker had realized it as well, but he’d pulled the same shit and run rather than sticking around to see it through.
It wasn’t the first time, probably wouldn’t be the last, but it angered me all the same. In the past, when it had only affected me, I’d let it go, choosing not to confront him about it. It was a vicious circle we found ourselves in, but now that it had the potential to hurt Addison, I knew I couldn’t sit back and let him continue.
So, this time, I’d tried a different tactic. On Tuesday night, when I took Addison to the club, I had scened with her after her shift was over. A little wax play had been just what we both needed. And while I’d intended for it to remain fairly innocent, I had ended up fucking her in front of the entire club.
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