by Ruby Carew
“Bella, what do you want?” he asked.
I bit my lip. How could I answer that?
I needed a job I could depend on. But I wanted to stay with Mr. Elliott. I wanted to continue being his assistant. Continue having sex with him every day.
Even if that meant staying in a temp position.
But I didn’t even know if I’d have that after he had his talk with me.
Mr. Elliott’s gaze was locked on me, boring through me.
“I’m loyal to Mr. Elliott. I want whatever Mr. Elliott feels will be best for the company.”
“Really? And what if he says giving me sexual favors to make me happy is the best thing?”
Mr Elliott scowled. “I’m not going to tell her that.”
Mr. Hawthorne sighed. “Well, it’s just a moot point anyway. It doesn’t look like we’re anywhere near a settlement we can both agree on.”
“Fine,” Mr. Elliott said, but from the look on his grim face, I knew it wasn’t fine.
And I knew I had to do something about it.
“Wait,” I said. “What if—”
“Bella,” Mr. Elliott said in a cautioning tone, his eyes flashing.
“Let her speak,” Mr. Hawthorne said.
I drew in a deep breath. “First, I meant it when I said I’m loyal to Mr. Elliott. But that said, maybe there’s a way that the two of you could… share me.”
“And by share, you mean by being assistant to both of us?” Mr. Hawthorne asked.
“Yes, and…”—I glanced at Mr. Elliott then back to Mr. Hawthorne—“I will take care of all your needs.”
“Bella…”
“And I mean both of you.”
A fire ignited in Mr. Hawthorne’s already smouldering eyes.
“That is a very interesting offer. I find the type of sharing you’re proposing very intriguing.”
“I can’t allow this,” Mr. Elliott said.
Mr. Hawthorne’s gaze darted to Mr. Elliott. “For fuck sake, man. You can’t tell me you haven’t wanted to share a woman before. We used to talk about it in college all the time.”
“You used to talk about it.”
“And you used to be intrigued.”
My gaze shot to Mr. Elliott’s and was amazed to see the truth written in his face. As much as the thought of being with both these masculine, sexy men was turning me on, I could see from the tightness of his suit pants, it seemed to be turning him on even more.
I was sure this was the solution to their negotiations, so before Mr. Elliott put an end to it, I started to unbutton my blouse. Mr. Hawthorne watched, his eyes glinting with desire as the swell of my bosom was revealed. I kept unbuttoning, pulling the hem of the blouse from my skirt, then I let it fall open, revealing my lace clad breasts.
“Bella, you don’t have to have sex with him to save my deal.”
“I totally agree,” Mr. Hawthorne said. “At least, not this time. We’re still in negotiation, so at this point I really just want to see the benefits Bella gives you so I know what to expect if we become partners.”
Mr. Elliott’s eyebrows rose. “You want to watch?”
“That’s right. And maybe give directions. I’d like to see how she’ll follow my orders.”
Oh, God, the thought of him ordering me to do things sent delicious shivers down my spine.
Mr. Elliott gazed at my face and seemed to understand how much this was turning me on.
“Bella, are you really okay with this?”
I walked toward Mr. Elliott, slow and purposefully, then when I stood right in front of him, I rested my hand on his chest, then the other on the swollen bulge in his pants. God, he was so hard and thick.
My vagina clenched, longing for him inside me.
“I find it just as exciting as you do,” I murmured softly.
A slow smile spread across his face and he took my hand and tugged me toward the door.
“Where to?” he demanded of Mr. Hawthorne.
Mr. Hawthorne’s eyebrows rose, and the delight in his face was clear.
“I think my office would be most appropriate.”
Mr. Elliott practically dragged me down the hall, then into a large office with wood panelled walls, deep carpeting on the floor, a large desk and a black leather couch along one wall, facing two leather armchairs.
My pulse raced at the thought of what was about to happen.
“Jake, sit in my chair at the desk, and Bella, you pretend he’s me. I want to see how you would meet some of my more personal needs.”
My breath caught at the thought of kneeling in front of Mr. Hawthorne and pulling out his big cock, then wrapping my lips around it.
“What do you call Jake in the office?”
“I always call him Mr. Elliott, or Sir.” My voice was huskier than I’d intended.
“Very good. This evening, you will call me Master and you will call him Sir. Don’t use his name. That way it’ll be easier for me to imagine it’s me you’re pleasing. All right?”
Goosebumps danced down my spine.
“Yes, Master.”
“Now take off your blouse and walk over to him.”
I slipped the blouse over my shoulders and let it flutter to the floor as I walked to Mr. Elliott, who now sat behind the big desk. I was intensely conscious of Mr. Hawthorne’s gaze on me as I stepped to Mr. Elliott’s side. He turned the chair toward me, heat in his eyes as his gaze skimmed over my breasts.
“Kneel down in front of him.”
I knelt on the thick, soft carpet, facing Mr. Elliott, excitement rising in me.
“I want you to take out his cock and stroke it.”
I trembled as I unzipped Mr. Elliott’s pants and reached inside. The heat of his shaft as I wrapped my fingers around it delighted and aroused me even more. I pulled it out and stroked up and down. The feel of the kid-leather soft skin gliding over the iron column below made my heart thunder in my chest.
“Yes, that’s nice. I’d love to feel your hand around my cock like that right now.”
I squeezed Mr. Elliott’s cock, imagining for a moment that it was Mr. Hawthorne’s.
“Keep stroking it. And tell me what you feel.”
I obeyed, gliding my hand up and down the throbbing shaft.
“It’s really thick and hard. And so hot you wouldn’t believe it.”
“Yeah? What else?”
“It’s pulsing in my hand.”
He chuckled. “I can understand why.”
His voice was close by now and I glanced around to see that he stood only a few feet away, where he could see everything easily. I licked my lips as I looked at him, wishing he would pull out his big cock and bring it close so I could stroke it, too.
“I want you to stop for a minute, Bella. Just stand up and take off your skirt.”
I stood up and faced him as I unbuttoned my skirt, then dropped it to the floor.
Then I remembered.
I had no panties on.
“Fuck.”
My gaze jerked to Mr. Hawthorne and his blazing eyes. They were locked on my naked pussy. My intimate muscles contracted at the ache inside me.
God, I wanted him to touch me. To push his fingers inside my pussy and feel how wet this was making me.
“Turn around in a circle, Bella,” Mr. Hawthorne instructed, his voice thick.
I sucked in a breath and obeyed. He watched, his hot gaze caressing my almost naked body as I moved. Would he command me to take off my bra now?
I continued turning until I faced him again, then I stopped. His gaze returned to my pussy and I could feel the heat simmer from him.
“Sit on your boss’ lap and open your legs wide.”
I stood stunned for a minute, not sure I could continue this.
“Now.” The commanding tone of his voice had me backing up to Mr. Elliott immediately.
I felt Mr. Elliott’s hands on my hips as I eased downward onto his lap, facing Mr. Hawthorne, Mr. Elliott’s hard column tucked against my back. I opened
my legs, my cheeks flushing at exposing myself this way.
Mr. Hawthorne’s hot gaze settled on my open legs, gliding over my intimate folds, and my heartbeat accelerated.
“That’s beautiful. Now take your boss’ hand and press it to your stomach.”
I drew in a deep breath as I wrapped my fingers around Mr. Elliott’s big, warm hand and guided it from my hip to my stomach.
“Now slide it downward and press his fingers to your pussy.”
I obeyed, sliding it down, then curling his fingers until they pressed into my intimate folds. Oh, God, the feel of his fingertips against me sent heat thrumming through me.
“How does that feel, Jake?”
Mr. Elliott’s fingers pushed into me a little, making my pulse quicken.
“Fucking fantastic.”
“Is she wet?”
“Oh, yeah. She is so fucking wet you wouldn’t believe it.”
Quivers raced through me as I realized how much this was turning Mr. Elliott on. His fingers pushed deeper inside me and I had to force myself not to arch against his hand.
“While your boss is sliding his fingers inside you, Bella, I want you to show me your clit.”
I bit my lip as I used both hands to open my folds to reveal the little button to him.
He chuckled, his gaze locked on my clit.
“Very nice. Now, Bella, I want you to bring his cock in front of you.”
I pushed myself up, letting his cock spring in front of me, then slid my ass back until it was tight against his groin. Mr. Elliot drew his fingers away as I held his cock against my slickness.
“Rock your hips Bella,” Mr. Hawthorne instructed.
I rocked, sliding my wetness against Mr. Elliot’s thick column. Oh, God, it felt so hot and hard against my slick flesh.
“Does it feel good?” Mr. Hawthorne asked.
“Oh, yes, Master.”
“Fuck, I love the sight of the two of you like that. But there’s one thing that would make it even better. Jake, undo her bra.”
I felt his fingers play along my back, then the elastic released.
“Take it off her.”
Mr. Elliott dropped one strap off my shoulder, then the other. Then he peeled away the lace garment. My nubs hardened as the cool air caressed them.
“Ah, fuck, that’s a beautiful sight.”
Mr. Elliott cupped my breasts and lifted them, leaving my nipples exposed. Then his fingers flicked over them, sending heat pulsing through me. The already swollen nubs distended even more, until they were aching and hard.
Mr. Hawthorne’s gaze glided over them. I longed for him to come over and touch them, too.
“Fuck, I would love to taste them.”
Mr. Hawthorne’s authoritative voice seemed to break a little, and I could see the huge bulge stretching his pants.
Mr. Elliott pinched my nipples and I moaned.
“Why don’t you?” Mr. Elliott asked.
My gaze darted over my shoulder to look at him.
“You want him to, don’t you Bella? Just a taste?”
Oh, God, I did.
I nodded.
Mr. Hawthorne walked toward me, his brown eyes darkening. He knelt on the floor in front of the chair, so close I could feel the heat of his body, then leaned forward.
Mr. Elliot’s fingers were curled under my breasts, holding them as if offering them to him.
When Mr. Hawthorne’s warm tongue brushed my nipple, I gasped.
Oh God, this was so illicit.
So exciting.
Then his lips wrapped around me and I arched forward with a soft moan.
His tongue swirled over my tip, teasing the sensitive nub. Then he suckled. Intense need surged through me, straight to my core.
“Oh, yes, Master,” I cried, my voice trembling with need.
I wanted to glide my fingers through his thick, black hair, but I didn’t know if I was allowed to touch him, so I wrapped my hand around Mr. Elliott’s cock instead. I stroked him as my Master sucked on my nipple, sending pleasure swelling inside me.
He switched to my other nipple and I stroked faster.
Then a big hand closed around mine and stopped my movement. I gazed down and realized it was Mr. Hawthorne’s large fingers holding me still. In fact, he squeezed our fingers tight around Mr. Elliott’s cock.
“I don’t want you to make him come too soon,” Mr. Hawthorne explained.
He glided my hand up and down one more time, the two of us stroking Mr. Elliott’s cock together. A sudden image of Mr. Hawthorne leaning down and wrapping his lips around Mr. Elliott’s cock sent wild hunger blazing through me.
I wanted a hard cock inside me so badly, I could hardly sit still.
He drew my hand away and stood up, then leaned back against the desk, and unzipped his pants. Anticipation quivered through me. He pulled out a thick, hard cock with veins pulsing along the shaft and wrapped his hand around it as he gazed at my naked breasts. I licked my lips, longing to taste him.
“Bella, I want you to suck your boss’ cock now. Get down on the floor and take that monster right down your throat.”
“Yes, Master.” The need in his voice thrilled me.
I turned to face Mr. Elliott and dropped to my knees. I squeezed his cock, desperate to bury it in my mouth. I could feel Mr. Hawthorne’s gaze hard on me as I brought Mr. Elliott’s cockhead to my lips and took it inside. Oh, God, it was so hot and hard. I ran my tongue over the tip, swirling around it, tasting the salty precum.
“Fuck, Jake, tell me what it feels like.”
Mr. Elliott laughed. “Her mouth is hot and velvety soft. Almost as hot as inside her pussy.”
“Yeah?” Mr. Hawthorne was stroking his cock now as he watched. “Does she let you come in her mouth?”
At the thought, I suckled his cockhead.
Mr. Elliott laughed. “She loves it when I come in her mouth.”
I surged deep on his cock, feeling it gliding into my throat. Mr. Elliott’s hands cupped my ass and squeezed, then opened my cheeks, exposing my pussy to my Master.
“I bet you wish you could slide your aching cock into her sweet pussy right now,” Mr. Elliott teased.
“Fuck, yeah. Push your fingers inside and pump as if I’m driving my cock inside her.”
Mr. Elliott slid his hand under my stomach and his thick fingers glided inside my pussy as I slid my mouth up and down his erection. Oh, God, it felt so good. My vagina clenched around them, trying to pull his hard fingers deeper inside me.
“Ohhh,” Mr. Hawthorne groaned.
The feel of Mr. Elliott’s fingers pulsing in and out of me had me trembling with need.
I wanted more.
I pulled his cock from my mouth and turned to see Mr. Hawthorne pumping his cock in earnest.
“Master?” My voice was a throaty whisper.
“Yes, Bella,” he said, his voice hoarse with need.
“If you agree to Mr. Elliott’s terms for the merger,” I said in a desire-roughened voice, “I’ll suck your cock right now… while my boss fucks me.”
“Oh, goddamn.” His eyes were glazed with need. “Fuck, woman, how do you expect me to deny an offer like that?”
I sent him a seductive smile. “I don’t.”
He groaned. “Then get the fuck over here.”
My heart raced as I swivelled around on my knees to face him, then stood up. I bent at the waist, my ass squarely in front of Mr. Elliott.
I wrapped my hand around Mr. Hawthorne’s cock. Shivers coursed though me. God, it was so thick. I stroked him several times, loving the feel of his member pulsing in my hand. Then I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his tip.
Oh, God, I felt so wanton.
“Fuck, yeah,” he said with a groan.
I opened my mouth as I glided downward. I had trouble getting his whole cockhead into my mouth, having to stretch wide. Once I had it all the way in, I sucked, squeezing him in my mouth.
His fingers tangled in my hair and h
e pulled me forward a little more. I sucked harder and he stopped, soft moans escaping his mouth.
“Jake, I want to see you fuck her while she sucks me. That’s the deal.”
“So you’ve agreed to Bella’s proposal?” Mr. Elliott asked.
“Of course. I wouldn’t have collected on the offered terms otherwise.”
I felt Mr. Elliott’s hot tip brush against my ass and I moaned around the cock in my mouth. Mr. Elliott slid forward then back, stroking my slick slit. Gliding over me several times. Sending heat blazing through me.
“She is so fucking wet,” Mr. Elliott said. “It really is a shame you can’t feel it.”
“Fuck, you’re torturing me.”
Mr. Elliott chuckled.
“Bella, keep sucking me,” my Master demanded.
The feel of Mr. Elliott’s cock stroking over my intimate flesh had distracted me. I squeezed my hand around Mr. Hawthorne’s swollen shaft and swirled my tongue over his tip, intensely conscious of the fact I’d only met this man—a potential new business partner of my boss—a few hours ago, and I had his cock deep in my mouth. I began sucking. Deep and hard.
Mr. Elliott pressed his cock to my opening, then slowly pushed it inside me.
“Ohhh,” I moaned around my Master’s cockhead as Mr. Elliott stretched me wide.
“Is your boss pushing his cock into you, Bella?”
I nodded, continuing to suck him.
Then Mr. Elliott surged in deep, sending pleasure fluttering through me. And pushing me deeper onto Mr. Hawthorne, who moaned.
“Fuck, that feels good.” Mr. Hawthorne cupped my head and drew me deeper again.
Somehow I managed to take that thick cock into my throat. I squeezed as I drew back, then he urged me deep again.
I squeezed Mr. Elliott’s cock inside me, wanting him to start moving. He seemed to be mesmerized watching me suck his friend’s cock.
Mr. Elliott glided back, sending wild sensations skittering through my whole body, then he slid deep again.
As my face pressed hard against Mr. Hawthorne’s groin, I gazed upward to look at him. He watched intently as I drew back, following Mr. Elliott’s rhythm, then glided forward again.
Mr. Elliott kept moving inside me. Picking up the pace.
Soon his cock was driving deep into me in steady thrusts. Pleasure quivered through me. Mr. Hawthorne groaned as I was pushed deeper onto his cock with each surge forward.