Their Rebellious Submissive (Office Intrigue Book 3)

by Nicole Edwards

  I wanted to be with them.

  I wanted to love them, to show them that I was the third piece to their little puzzle. That I fit with them.

  And I wanted them to love me.

  Because I knew that these two men could give me everything I’d ever been missing in my life. In fact, they had. In the short time we’d spent together, I had finally found true happiness with two Doms who meant the world to me.

  They weren’t like Josh. They weren’t imitations. They were the real thing and I needed that more than I needed anything else. I’d spent so much time watching them, wanting them, getting to know them, and yes, falling for them. And there had been a few rare moments when I thought they’d felt something for me, too.

  Granted, it hadn’t helped that I had spent the past month and a half subjected to Luci, Landon, and Langston and the relationship they shared. Yeah. So I had watched them when they were intimate. So what? That wasn’t what mattered. I saw the way they interacted with one another, the love that was so obvious it practically smacked you in the face when you were around them.

  And I wanted exactly what Luci had.

  There. I said it.

  I wanted Mr. Parker and Mr. Snowden to claim me as their submissive. For always. I wanted to spend the rest of my life referring to them as Mr. Parker and Mr. Snowden to anyone I talked to. And I wanted those titles to mean something to them.

  The relationship that Luci had with Landon and Langston was what I wanted. Sure, it made me selfish to think I could have something that deep and fulfilling so soon, but so what? I wanted it and the only way I knew to get it was to push for it.

  Which was the reason I walked over to Mr. Snowden’s desk, went down to my knees, and presented myself to him. Back straight, breasts out, palms up on my thighs, knees open, chin tilted down.

  If this didn’t tell him that I was all in, I didn’t know what would.

  Mr. Snowden turned in his chair, his loafers coming into view.

  “This isn’t a game anymore, Addison. Do you understand that?” His voice was deep and dark and oh so sexy.

  Since I walked into this room, I had noticed that Mr. Snowden’s tone had changed. Gone was the easygoing guy who could make everyone smile. In his place was the hard-core Dom. This man was no longer playing games. He had taken control and he needed me to give mine over to him.

  “Yes, Mr. Snowden. I do.”

  “If you’re looking for temporary or part time, you’re looking in the wrong place.”

  “I don’t want either.” And that was the reason I wanted it from them. I looked up into his eyes. “I’m not looking for temporary. And I’m certainly not looking for part time. I want everything.”

  “There will be no contract,” he stated firmly. “If this thing between us is worth anything, it damn sure doesn’t have to have stipulations and guidelines. Shit you can pull down off the Internet.”

  “I agree. I’ll tear it up.” Gladly.

  “But that limit list you filled out... That is necessary. And I guarantee we will push every one of those and we’ll enjoy doing it. If there’s something you possibly left off, I highly suggest you note it.”

  I nodded.

  “From this point forward, you belong to us. Only us. When and where we say. Is that what you’re agreeing to?”

  “Yes, Mr. Snowden.”

  “You’ll take commands from me as well as from Mr. Parker. Agree?”

  “Yes, Mr. Snowden.” I would do anything they wanted. Anything at all.

  “Here in the office, as well as outside of it.”

  I nodded. “Everywhere.”

  “All right,” he said, sounding as though he was willing to move forward. “Let’s see how you do with my first request.”

  “Anything,” I whispered.

  “I want you to go up to your apartment.” He pointed at the stack of papers. “I want you to spend some time relaxing. You’ll need it for what I have in store for you tonight. At seven thirty, I want you to select an outfit that will please me, but do not put it on. I then want you to strip and kneel beside the bed and wait for my arrival.”

  My stomach flipped with anticipation. “Yes, Mr. Snowden.”

  “From here on out, Mr. Parker won’t be the only one handing out punishment if you disobey. I’m as much your master as he is. Is that understood?”

  “Yes. Of course.”

  “Also, panties are no longer permitted, unless it’s that time of the month, of which I expect you to inform me.”

  I felt my face heat from embarrassment. “Yes, Mr. Snowden.”

  “You’re going to learn that we’ve been easy on you. That won’t be the case going forward.”

  “I want everything you and Mr. Parker are willing to give me.”

  His golden eyes scanned my face, but then he nodded. “We’ll take everything, precious.”

  I swallowed hard, praying that was true.

  “Do you have any questions?”

  “No, Mr. Snowden.”

  “Good. You may go up to your apartment. I’ll be there shortly after seven thirty. Be sure you’ve done exactly as I’ve instructed. And remember, I will punish you if you fail to do as I’ve requested.”

  “Yes, Mr. Snowden.”

  I hopped to my feet and turned toward the door. It took a tremendous amount of willpower to keep from skipping out of the room, but I somehow managed.

  *

  Surprisingly enough, the next two hours flew by. I spent a little time reviewing the limit list I had originally filled out. I took it as seriously this time as I had the first time, ensuring that I understood each and every item. I had very few hard limits, but there were some. Injections, needle play, infantilism, water sports, scat play. Those things floated someone’s boat but not mine.

  There were also plenty of things I was curious about, especially when it came to role playing. Now that I had some experiences to reflect on, I changed a couple of my answers, opening up my options. I trusted Mr. Parker and Mr. Snowden.

  Once I’d finished that, I opted to take a quick shower. When I was done reapplying my makeup and drying my hair, I didn’t bother with clothes, merely wrapped a towel around myself while I selected my outfit. I secretly wished I had a corset, but since I didn’t, I had to work with what I had. I didn’t want to wear the outfit they had given me last time we were at the club, although it was pretty hot. So, I picked out the shortest skirt in the closet, along with a jewel-encrusted black bra. It would have to do for now. Once I got my next paycheck, I would order a couple of things that were more appropriate for play.

  At seven thirty on the dot, I was kneeling on the floor beside my bed, the towel hanging neatly on the hook in the bathroom. I had unlocked the door so Mr. Snowden wouldn’t have to wait for me to answer. Then again, he had a key.

  When I heard the door open, a faint tremble started in my core. I made sure to maintain my position, kneeling on the floor, my hands resting on my thighs, palms up. I kept my eyes cast downward and waited.

  The sound of papers shuffling sounded outside the bedroom and I assumed Mr. Snowden had noticed the list I’d purposely left on the island. I was curious as to whether he noticed some of the items I had changed.

  Mr. Snowden’s feet appeared a few minutes later and a warm hand came to rest on my head.

  “Very nice, precious girl. You may stand.”

  My heart double thumped in my chest from his words.

  I slowly got to my feet, paying complete attention to my posture. My overall objective was to please him and I’d seen the approval in his eyes earlier when I’d been getting into position in his office.

  Once I was standing, I peered up into his eyes.

  Mr. Snowden took a step back and looked at me. I kept my eyes trained on his, trying to read his mind. I didn’t see anything but approval peering back in his golden gaze and that made my body tremble.

  “You’re a very beautiful woman, precious,” he said softly. “I like seeing you just like this. Naked an
d waiting for me.”

  “Thank you, Mr. Snowden.”

  His hand came up and grazed my nipple. “And I look forward to seeing these with clamps again.”

  My pussy clenched.

  His gaze slid over to the items I’d placed on the bed, then back to me. “I brought you something.”

  He held up a paper sack from what appeared to be a fancy boutique and I took it.

  “I know you don’t have any fet wear, so I picked out a couple of things. I hope you like them.”

  I knew that I would, no matter what they looked like. For the simple fact that he’d selected them for me.

  Turning, I set the bag on the bed and retrieved the items. There was a beautiful sapphire-blue and gold corset—it reminded me of their eyes—along with a matching thong.

  “Tonight, you’re not permitted to wear anything except for what I’ve provided you. We will be leaving this apartment, but we will not be leaving the floor.”

  “Yes, Mr. Snowden.” I didn’t have an issue with being naked. I’d long ago learned that was common in the clubs. As for leaving my apartment…I trusted Mr. Snowden to protect me from harm.

  “We will be role playing tonight,” he informed me. “I’ve got a scene in mind, one I think you’ll enjoy.”

  My heart beat harder in my chest as anticipation fizzed in my veins. I wanted to play with them again.

  “There’s something else in the bag,” he said, motioning toward it.

  I reached in and felt a box. When I lifted it out and removed the lid, I noticed a set of butt plugs. There were four in total, starting from small and getting steadily larger.

  I swallowed hard.

  “Tonight, you’ll wear the smallest one. Since it wasn’t noted on the list, I assume you don’t have an issue with that.”

  I smiled up at him. “No, Mr. Snowden. No issue.”

  In fact, my entire body was heating from the thought of what this meant.

  He patted the bed. “Climb on up here. On your hands and knees. Let me see that juicy ass.”

  My cheeks heated, but I did as he instructed, crawling onto the bed. My body temperature was already rising from the thought of him touching me. It didn’t even matter that he was going to put a plug in my ass. I merely wanted him to touch me.

  Mr. Snowden retrieved the bottle of lubricant that came with the plugs as he moved to stand behind me. He set it down beside my leg, the bottle cool against my skin. That dissipated quickly when his warm hands cupped my behind, kneading gently.

  “Do you even know how badly I’ve wanted to claim this ass? How I fantasize about filling it with my cock?”

  I blushed and this time my, “No, Mr. Snowden,” came out laced with gravel. He continued to massage my butt cheeks.

  “Does this turn you on? Having your ass played with?”

  “Yes, Mr. Snowden,” I whispered on a moan when his finger slid over my anus.

  “Put your chest down on the mattress and spread your knees wide for me, arms out to your sides.”

  I did, my breasts crushed against the super-soft comforter, my insides trembling with need.

  “I noticed you put you enjoy anal sex.”

  “I do,” I confirmed. Granted, I wasn’t sure I’d be physically capable of taking him in my ass. The man’s cock was the biggest I’d ever seen.

  The bottle moved from beside my leg and the next thing I knew, Mr. Snowden’s finger was once again teasing my anus. When he pushed one digit inside, I moaned and rocked back against the intrusion.

  “I think we might forego the smallest plug. Your ass is a little eager, isn’t it, precious?”

  There was no way I could deny it because my body would’ve betrayed me. My pussy was wet and the glorious friction of his finger in my ass caused me to moan loudly.

  “I can’t wait for the day Mr. Parker and I take you at the same time, filling you completely,” he said on a deep, rumbling groan.

  Mr. Snowden pushed in another finger, stretching me, making me burn. The little bite of pain had me whimpering and pleading for more at the same time. It was a far cry from that tiny vibrator Mr. Parker had used on me. Far more intense.

  For what felt like an eternity—yet not nearly long enough—Mr. Snowden finger-fucked my ass. I felt the warmth of him behind me, and a chill danced down my spine when his lips pressed against my butt cheek.

  Unable to help myself, I moaned. It was a needy sound, but it seemed to work because he continued.

  “Can you come like this?” he asked, his voice even deeper than before.

  “Probably.” Truth was, I had no idea. I’d never had someone turn me on like this. Certainly not without teasing my clit at the same time.

  “Let’s find out, shall we?”

  His free hand curled around my hip and he pulled me back while pushing his fingers in deeper.

  “Fuck my hand,” he commanded roughly.

  He was going to make me come. I was hanging by a thread and I had no idea how I’d gotten to that point. Perhaps it was because I was sexually frustrated. I didn’t know. Nor did I care.

  I continued to rock back against the intrusion and Mr. Snowden’s hand snaked between my legs, his thumb pressing down on my clit.

  “Come for me, precious.”

  Like a detonator had been pressed, I went off like a rocket.

  “Oh, God!” My ass clenched around his fingers, my clit pulsing as the orgasm blew through me.

  “Very nice.” His voice was gruff yet approving.

  What I really needed was for him to fuck me.

  “Not yet,” he said on a chuckle.

  Oh, shit. I hadn’t realized I’d said that out loud.

  “All in due time, precious girl.”

  I couldn’t deny I was disappointed but not at all surprised. I knew Mr. Snowden was going to build me up, make me beg for him to take me. I longed for that. The buildup was necessary for all of us.

  His fingers disappeared, replaced by the blunt tip of the silicone plug. Another moan escaped me as he pushed it inside, teasing me relentlessly while he did.

  “Very pretty,” he stated and I could tell he was as turned on as I was.

  A sharp smack landed on my ass, making me giggle.

  “Now get cleaned up, then I’ll help you with the corset. We’ve got somewhere we need to be.”

  I climbed off the bed and came to stand before him. Smiling up at him, I thanked him for the plug.

  He gifted me with a sexy grin and then a quick kiss on the lips before he disappeared into the kitchen. I heard the water turn on in the sink.

  And with the not-so-subtle reminder prodding my ass, I hurried to get ready.

  Forty-Four

  JUSTIN

  THE CONFERENCE CALL I HAD used as my excuse for why I was staying late ended far too early. It left me with too much time on my hands, so I headed up to my apartment, poured myself a drink, and sat on the sofa.

  I knew Ben had gone out to pick something up, then gone directly over to Addison’s. It appeared they’d made some progress this afternoon. As for what they were doing, I wasn’t privy to that information. My pup had informed me that he had every intention of getting things back on track tonight. Ben had also informed me that he fully intended for me to be a part of it.

  I didn’t ask questions as to how he intended to do that because I wanted to leave that up to him. I wanted him to tell me what he was doing with her, not the other way around.

  That was what my pup needed and I longed to give that to him.

  Granted, that wasn’t an easy thing for me. I would admit that. I was dominant by nature, always had been, probably always would be. The need for control was ingrained in me. I exerted it in all of my relationships, whether it be business or personal. It was what I fell back on to keep me grounded.

  Yet based on recent events, it had also been my downfall.

  Truth was, I knew going into this with Ben that if anything had the power to tear us apart, it would be me. And if I couldn’t figure ou
t a way to deal with this in a healthy manner, that was exactly what was going to happen.

  So, there I sat in the dark with a glass of scotch in hand, waiting. For what, I didn’t know.

  The first text from him came shortly before eight. I picked up my phone, took a deep breath, then read it slowly.

  Ben: I would like to request the use of your playroom tonight.

  Justin: Of course. Would you prefer me to leave?

  Ben: No. I’d actually prefer you to stay. In fact, I’m going to require your assistance.

  I hadn’t expected that request and my cock instantly stood at attention.

  Justin: It would be my pleasure.

  Ben: Thank you.

  Justin: Is there anything in particular you were planning to use? I can get it set up for you.

  Ben: The cell and the desk. We will have a prisoner tonight.

  Son of a bitch. That was one scene Ben and I had never done. I’d purchased those items through an auction at a great price. I’d considered using it but hadn’t had the chance yet.

  Justin: I look forward to seeing how it plays out.

  Ben: As do I.

  I knew he wasn’t talking about physically.

  Justin: I assume this means we’re moving forward.

  Ben: We are. All three of us.

  For whatever reason, a thought struck me. A weird one I hadn’t expected.

  While I sat there in the dark, I wondered if Ben intended to collar Addison. I had never thought about collaring a submissive. Not one before Ben, anyway. That reflected ownership and it was a very serious step, especially for a submissive.

  Collaring Ben permanently wasn’t an option. For one, I didn’t want to see him in a collar all the time. There was something about the strong, independent man that I was intrinsically attracted to. I didn’t need to see a symbol of ownership around his neck. In fact, that would probably detract from everything. I liked knowing that Ben belonged to me, that he would do anything I asked of him because he was willing, not because he wore a symbol around his neck.

  It was a different story at the club. He had a collar he wore while we were there, but that was due to protocol. It kept the other Doms/Dommes from assuming he was available. He damn sure wasn’t.