by Juniper Bell
“Very nice, Belinda,” said Ethan in a voice of hot gravel.
“Thank you, sir,” she answered in a meek tone. She looked so sweet and shy, her head lowered. I could hardly believe this was the Girl with the Demon Tongue.
“We’ll be in touch,” he added.
“Really?”
“Oh, yes. You did very well. We look forward to seeing what else you can deliver.” He winked. A clear pink color flashed in her cheeks. Wow, she had it bad for Ethan. Then again, he did have that effect.
She got to her feet, looking like the cat who swallowed the…well, the clit, I guess. She gave me a private little smile, which I returned, though mine was on the shaky side. What to say after something like that? Another gap in the Hallmark card collection.
“Oh, I nearly forgot!” Halfway to the door, Belinda turned back. “Some lady who was picking up her order overheard your name and paid for your food. I was supposed to tell you.”
Ethan instantly went on alert. “What lady?”
“I don’t remember. It’s on the receipt, I think. Want me to check?”
“No. We’ll take a look. Run along now, Belinda. We’ll see you soon.”
Again, that color came and went in her cheeks. “Thanks, sir. Call me anytime.”
As soon as we heard the front door close, Ethan strode into the outer office to grab the food. Simon unbuckled the belt that had slid down to my waist. I buttoned my blouse. When Ethan came back with two white plastic bags, the scent of egg rolls and mu shu nearly made me cry. A good orgasm always gives me an appetite. It’s a wonder I don’t weigh six hundred pounds, hanging around Ethan and Simon.
He pulled out the receipt and scanned it. His face went granite hard. “Margo Lang.”
Simon hurried to his side and peered at the scrap of paper. “You’re kidding.”
Ethan raised an eyebrow. He wasn’t the kidding sort, generally speaking. I was the only one who ever got the man to lighten up.
“Who’s Margo Lang?”
They ignored me. They were doing their silent communication thing, which I hated. But I’m nothing if not stubborn, and no good at keeping my mouth shut. “Who is Margo Lang and why would she buy our Chinese food for us?”
Ethan’s face closed up. It was as if I weren’t even there, as if Simon and Ethan were carrying on a long, silent heart-to-heart without me.
Subject closed, apparently.
He pulled out the steamy white container of egg rolls and handed one to each of us. They both sat in the chairs they’d been occupying during our business plan session. I saw Ethan’s glance stray to the computer. He was already back in work mode, crunching on his egg roll while making silent calculations. I tried a bite of mine, but it tasted like hot and sour dust.
“This isn’t fair,” I burst out. “You guys never tell me anything.”
Ethan’s head jerked up in astonishment.
“I don’t know how you met, I don’t even know how long you’ve known each other. You never say anything about what happened before I came along. Did you meet in England? Here in Low-Life? Were you coworkers? Schoolmates? Did your eyes meet across a crowded room? And now there’s this woman you both know, and you won’t even say who she is.”
“What does any of that matter? All that matters is the here and now.” Ethan waved his egg roll—at what, I didn’t know. Maybe the here and now.
“Don’t get all cosmic on me, Cowell.”
Ethan hated it when I called him Cowell. It made him think of American Idol. He gave me a quick jolt of Blue Fury, my term for his “don’t fuck with me” look.
Simon interrupted before Ethan could explode. “Have you been worrying about this for a while, Dana?”
“Yes.” It had been on my mind almost constantly, but I’d been waiting for the right moment to bring it up. Apparently the right moment was while eating egg rolls after the delivery girl had, um, delivered. “It’s like the past doesn’t even exist. But it does. I love you both. I want to know everything about you. About the past. And you’re keeping it from me. It’s not fair.”
“Dana, my sweet girl,” said Simon, cupping my cheek tenderly. “We’re together, the three of us. What more do you need?”
Ethan put down his egg roll with a grim look. “I know exactly what she needs. I know where she needs it, and how she needs it. And she’s going to get it.”
Oops.
Chapter Two
No one said anything in the town car on the way to my place. Tension vibrated hot and thick.
I distracted myself from the oncoming storm by watching the grimy streets of Low-Life limp past. Even though I no longer lived in my old neighborhood, crackhouse central, Low-Life was still a haven for the down-and-out. I’d still be living in my former hood if the nasty weasels of the Woodfield Group hadn’t crossed an unforgivable line. Ethan had rescued me from their evil clutches and demanded they do something to make it up to me. After a childhood spent scrambling to survive amid flying bottles of liquor, possession of my own condo—signed, sealed and delivered—was a miracle.
Inside my place, Ethan marched me into the bedroom, lit only with a red night-light.
“Do you doubt, for one second, how I feel about you? How Simon feels?” He shot the questions at me like bullets as he practically tore the dress off my body.
“No,” I managed to gasp. “That’s not it.” But his hands were all over me and little fires of craving raced across my body.
“When something’s perfect as it is, why stir up trouble?” He unzipped my skirt and slipped it off my body. I held onto his broad shoulder as I stepped out of it, one foot at a time.
“You know the most important thing I’ve learned in life, Dana?”
I shook my head.
“Take care of the people you care about. Take care of the people you can count on. Once you’ve found the people who won’t betray you, treat them like gold. Because that’s exactly what they are.”
He stripped. The dim red light glinted off his massive arousal. If I hadn’t already been turned on, the sight of that enormous erection would have done the job. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me onto his lap. My eyes half closed in sheer, horny bliss as he held my hips and slowly impaled me on his cock. The lips of my pussy stretched around his flesh, my inner muscles clenched at him. My head drooped onto his shoulder. The man completed me, filled me, chased all other thoughts from my mind.
“I want you to forget about everything but this. Everything but you, me, Simon and our glorious, magnificent fucking,” he ordered me as he stroked my backside. I wriggled and sighed under his caresses, which made me sink even deeper onto his cock.
“Simon,” he called as he rocked me back and forth. “Get that new toy I mentioned.” Every time he shifted me, my clit piercing got pressed. With my face buried in his shoulder, I licked his skin. The mere scent of him excited me—it brought back so many memories of the ecstatic experiences he’d given me. If I could have burrowed under his skin I would have.
“I’m going to fill you up so there’s no room for anything else. No doubts. No worries. No questions.”
I trembled against his neck. He cruised his hands down my back into the notch at the top of my buttocks.
“I particularly love this spot here.” He nestled his thumb at the top of the valley between my ass cheeks. “It’s like a little ski jump at the base of your spine.”
I snorted. Ethan, sweet-talky. Not something we heard very often.
“You laugh, but you have no idea how beautiful your body is from behind. You only see your front, from above. But imagine what Simon sees. The sumptuous curves of your ass spread apart, framed by your stockings, your little dusky pink hole winking at him.” He swooped his hand between my two cheeks and found the puckered skin at the entrance of my back channel. He spread something cold and oily around the rim. My skin instantly warmed it.
“Okay, Simon. Work it into her ass.”
I wanted to squirm around to see what they were doing, b
ut Ethan wrapped his arms around me.
“Just relax, my sweet,” he whispered in my ear. “You know how.”
By now, I did. I forced my posterior muscles to unclench, expecting Simon’s cock. It always felt uncomfortable at the beginning, and outrageously good after that. But this time was different. Something came into me, something cold and hard that stretched me out.
I groaned.
“Relax,” Ethan said, massaging my ass cheeks.
“Easy for you to say,” I choked out. His chuckle vibrated my breastbone. He smoothed my spine, arching it further. My poor nipples, which hadn’t forgotten our earlier session, poked against the hard muscles of his chest. I rubbed my breasts against him, frantic for the friction.
“That’s right, little kitty. Rub all you want. Just let Simon into your ass. You’ll like this, I promise. We promise.”
“Have we ever led you wrong?” Simon asked.
No. They hadn’t. I trusted Simon and Ethan with my life. Of course I could trust them with my ass. I let my entire body go lax. Simon shoved the unknown toy even farther in, so the entire thing sat inside me. Then he looped some kind of cord from it to Ethan’s hand. Ethan wrapped it around his wrist. It bit into my skin when he tugged on it. “I’ve got you leashed now.”
I couldn’t answer. All I could think about was the way my ass had been plugged, the way Ethan held the reins. All my awareness seemed to be focused back there.
Of course, I had a cock up my pussy, I hadn’t forgotten that. And a skillful man at the end of that cock who knew just how to move to nudge my piercing and stimulate my clit. My body began to pulse from all the intense sensations traveling from one part to the other. From deep inside my ass, to my clit, to my throbbing nipples.
A full-body flush heated my skin. I groaned and moved my hips toward Ethan’s. But that tugged the cord, which embedded the toy deeper inside me. “Oh God,” I moaned. “I can’t take it.”
“Yes, you can,” Ethan said firmly. “Simon, spank her.”
“Okay, boss.” I heard the wink in Simon’s voice, then his hand came down on my ass cheek. A light slap, but enough to make my body clench around the foreign object.
“Now turn it on.”
Turn it on? I would have jumped if I hadn’t been so firmly fastened right where I was. The next thing I knew, a light hum filled the room and a scalding vibration filled me. Thrills cascaded through me. I shrieked.
“Spank her again.”
Spank. Vibrate. Shriek. Ethan thrust up inside me, as if trying to meet that vibrating intruder deep in the core of my body. Another shriek. I sounded shrill, hysterical. I wondered if I was going insane. This thing felt so different from a man’s hot cock. It was relentless, determined, insistent. It wouldn’t give in until I lost all dignity.
“Please,” I moaned. “Make it stop. I’ll do anything.”
“You want Simon up your ass instead?”
“No. Yes. I don’t know!”
“Then let me decide. Simon, turn it up.”
Turn it up? The vibrations intensified. It felt like an earthquake inside me, everything trembling on the edge of an explosion. I clung tightly to Ethan, my lifeline in this world-shattering event approaching, threatening… He barely moved inside me, just small motions of his cock, up and down. I was already filled to bursting, and he seemed to know just how far to take me.
Another spank, and my body began to buck—completely out of my control. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move, I existed in some limbo between heaven and hell, shaking, gasping.
“Come, Dana,” ordered Ethan in a tight growl. “Come now.”
One hard thrust of his hips and the volcano building inside me erupted. I shouted incoherently as I twisted on the two rods impaling me, fore and aft. Then the toy was gone, I felt a moment of emptiness, and Simon’s hot-velvet member took its place. He slid into me, my rear a tight, trembling glove for him. He panted in my ear. “Dana, Dana, so good, you have no idea…”
The tension of his thigh muscles braced around me told me how hard he must be fighting for control. He pushed slowly into me, each thrust a deliberate corkscrewing. Each movement snuggled me closer to Ethan, brought his cock deeper inside me. Spasms still rocketed through me—they’d never really stopped even though I’d orgasmed so intensely. And now their simultaneous fucking rocked me back and forth and I began to whimper and beg all over again.
“Ohmygod ohmygod, ohmygod,” I muttered like a crazy woman.
Then Ethan said the word and we all came at once. Each of them exploded inside me, and I went with them, all three of us shooting into a world of mindless, beautiful madness.
Afterward, they laid me out on the bed and Simon cleaned me tenderly with a warm washcloth. I watched lazily, legs apart for his convenience. Simon had a thing about cleaning; he loved that part. He tended to Ethan as well, wiping his cock with gentle swipes. And then, for the first time, Ethan returned the favor. He took Simon’s drooping cock in his hand and swirled the washcloth around it, turning it this way and that, surveying it with hooded eyes.
Simon, kneeling on the bed, tilted his black-haired head back and lost himself in the unusual caress. I loved seeing my sweet pirate so blissed out. Simon was always worried about other people, never about himself. He deserved this moment of tender loving care. I scooted close and ran my hands up and down his strong thighs.
I vaguely remembered there was something on my mind, something from earlier. But it faded away as I stroked my sweet Simon’s body.
“You two cozy up,” rumbled Ethan when he was done. He swatted Simon’s ass. “I’ve got work to do.”
“Work?” Simon and I looked at each other, then back at Ethan. Our boss and master stood up, stretching his shoulders, tightening the belly you could bounce a cufflink off. His magnificence took my breath away.
“Maybe you’ve forgotten the business plan, but I haven’t,” he said with a wink, shrugging on a white T-shirt. He found a pair of boxers and disappeared into the living room where he kept a laptop.
Simon and I cuddled on the California king-sized bed that virtually filled the room with its pillow-top luxury. He played with my hair until I went into a lovely swooning daze.
But I’m stubborn. As I drifted off, I said two things to him. First, “I love you.” Second, “Who’s Margo Lang?”
Chapter Three
Margo Lang didn’t take long to appear in my life. The next morning she walked into the office, though I had no idea who she was at first. She looked like a model in a designer-eyewear ad, or like a CEO being interviewed about a new hostile takeover. She wore a black suit cut perfectly to her perfect figure. If we had both been standing, she would have towered over me. A string of pearls glowed tastefully from her neck, contrasting with the sneer on her face. Her eyes were green, sharp and curious.
“Who are you?” Her glance felt like a scalpel, carving me up and down. Obviously she wanted to make me uncomfortable, but I stared back, refusing to give in to her rudeness.
“I’m Dana Arthur, the receptionist. Can I help you?”
“Receptionist of the month?” She said with a kind of lofty disdain. “Or of the week, perhaps? The boys always did have shocking turnover in their staff.”
Somehow she made both “turnover” and “staff” sound dirty. She made me feel dirty.
She tilted her glasses down her thin nose and gave the foyer a scornful look. “He hasn’t even redecorated. So like a man.”
“May I help you?” I asked again, through clenched teeth.
“That depends. Are you decent?”
“Excuse me?” I glanced down at my outfit. Knee-length gray plaid kilt, demure little sunshine-yellow twinset straight from the fifties. Literally—I’d acquired it at a thrift store.
“I mean, underneath.” She aimed her evil X-ray vision at me, or at least that’s how it felt. As it happened, I was dressed with uncharacteristic modesty. Stockings and old-fashioned garters to match my vintage theme, and a full-coverage teddy
. No panties under the garters, but you can’t have everything.
“How is that any of your business?” If she thought she could intimidate me, she was in for a shock. I grew up getting yelled at by an alcoholic lunatic and Frankenstein’s bride. An eyewear model didn’t scare me.
“Didn’t you know? I own twenty percent of this business’s profits. And since the business is made up of the three of you, I prefer to think I own twenty percent of you.”
My jaw dropped. Literally. Just fell open.
“I wonder which twenty percent Ethan will assign to me?” She prowled toward the desk. I scowled at her, refusing to play into her tactics. “Your lovely face?” She chucked me under the chin as if I were a child. “Perhaps a nipple?”
Before I realized what she was doing, she reached to the front of my sweater and scraped her curved fingernail across my nipple. Her nails were long and red, like enameled claws. A shuddering sensation ricocheted from my nipple to my groin. Damn her. Damn my frisky nipples. I slapped her hand away in outrage.
She laughed. “Liked that, did you?”
“Keep your repulsive hands off me.”
“Or maybe Ethan wants to keep your tits to himself. He always was a breast man. Has he pierced your nipples yet? Led you around on a leash? Ethan and his pets, he’s so adorable with them. Well, so be it. He can keep your precious breasts. Maybe he’ll offer me your pussy, or better yet, your ass. I’d like to spank some sense into you. I’d like to see you spread bare-assed across this desk, awaiting the slash of my whip.”
“That’s never going to happen, you freak.” I stood up. “Ethan’s busy right now. Maybe you should come back some other time. Like when you’ve undergone a complete brain transplant. Personality too, while you’re at it.”
“Cute. Spunky. I like.” Again she reached forward and cupped my breast. But this time, before I had a chance to smack her hand away, she withdrew it as quickly as though my nipple had magic bitch-repelling powers.
“I’ll have you arrested,” came Ethan’s deadly voice. “Restraining order, sex offender list, the works.”