by Rachel Ellis
He gestured to a piece of stationery lying next to his desk. "Pick up the pen."
"Seriously? You called me all the way here for that? Pick it up yourself." I turned around.
My fingers were wrapped around the doorknob when he said, "Pick up the pen. Don't test me, Scarlet."
A shiver ran through me. Even the stubborn part of me didn't fight against his command. Perhaps one of his business associates rubbed him the wrong way, causing him to fall into a bad mood. I bent down and reached for it.
"Not like that," he said, "Turn the other way around."
I straightened myself up and deliberated whether I should follow his command. If I did as he asked, I'd be bending down to point my ass straight at him. Was it too demeaning? My core was already getting wet. Maybe this would give me the hot sex that I'd been anticipating.
I nodded. "Yes sir." I faced my back to him and bent down in the slowest possible way I could. I made sure to arch my back and sashayed my ass side to side as I leaned over. Before I managed to get up and pass the pen to him, two hands gripped my hips. His thick, hard member pressed against my core; only the thin lining of my clothes separated his cock from my skin.
He slapped my ass. "I think you deserve a good fucking." It was harder than Ryan had ever slapped me; it stung slightly but turned me on anyway.
"We should lock the door," I said.
His palm landed on my ass again. "Don't talk back to me. You only talk when I ask you to, understood?"
This side of Riley was strange. "What the hell is up with you today?" I tried to get up but he pressed my neck down, keeping me in place.
He slapped me for the third time, this time harder than ever. It caused a sharp stinging but I wanted more.
"Riley."
"Keep quiet."
I heard the unbuckling of his belt and his pants shuffling down. He lifted my skirt up to reveal my soaked, cotton panties. "Keep quiet and let me fuck you." He slipped the cotton aside and pressed his manhood into my aching center. It entered at an agonizingly slow pace. I wanted to scream at him to go faster, but his hand was cupped over my mouth. I moaned into his palm and held onto the table for support.
Finally, the length of him entered me. It filled my being completely, stretching my walls. He throbbed inside, but it didn't move. He stilled there, his hips connected to mine. My pussy clenched over his member; I was desperate for him to continue and tried to move my hips against his.
"Do you want me to move?" he asked.
I took his question as a cue for me to talk. "Yes."
"Then beg for it. Ask me to fuck you."
I stayed silent, not wanting to show my desperation and neediness.
He slapped me one more time—the cheeks of my behind were probably red by now. "Ask for it, bitch."
The swearing caused my pussy to contract with desire. "Fuck me."
"I can't hear you."
"Fuck me, please."
He bent over so he could whisper in my ear, sending tremors to my core. "Louder."
"Please, move, and fuck my pussy with your cock!" Tears watered around my eyes. I felt humiliated, degraded, yet hornier than ever.
I could imagine that smile curving around the corners of his mouth as he pulled back and slammed into me. "Good girl."
Pleasure ripped through me like a tidal wave. My center became wetter and wetter as he slammed into me with wild abandon, not holding back and giving me the best fuck of my life. The only thing that could make it better was if Ryan were there. His fingers wandered to the front of my shirt. Roughly, he snapped the buttons open. I was half worried he tore some buttons off—I'd have trouble explaining that to the rest of the office later.
The bra I wore was supposed to be closed through the front. Riley, experienced as he was, realized it and released the metal clasp, letting my breasts spring free. His digits found my perk nipples, and they soon began to work by pinching and rolling them. He bent down and left a trail of kisses from my neck to my shoulder, all the while pounding himself inside me.
"You're beautiful, Scarlet," he said. Maybe the old, sweet Riley was back.
"I need some support, my back is starting to ache," I admitted.
"Okay." I had expected him to lead me to the wall, but he walked me to his transparent glass windows, his wood still buried inside.
His breathing was heavy. "Put your hands on the glass."
"But—"
"Do as I say."
I leaned down and planted my hands on the cool glass, baring my naked body for the world to see. The building was far enough from the others—the people from the other side couldn't see into our windows, like how I couldn't see into theirs. Yet, exposed to the city streets while partially unclothed and having a thick, throbbing cock inside me intensified my pleasure, sending waves of excitement coursing through my body, all the way from my center to my fingertips.
"Riley, I can't hold it back anymore." My core was already clenching as hard as it could, and a climax was threatening to break through.
He bit my ear and said, "You don't come until I ask you to."
"But I can't. Please."
As if to taunt me more, he rubbed his fingers against my clit in large, rough circles.
"Riley!"
A knock on the door sounded. The possibility of somebody walking in on us terrified me but made the experience so much more pleasurable. Heat rippled and coiled around my center. I bucked my hips against his, hearing the sound of our sexes rubbing against each other. Juices began to drip down my thighs, soaking the panties that Riley had only pushed aside.
"Come back in five minutes!" Riley shouted to the person outside, trying to keep his breathing in check.
The sensations of the assault from Riley's shaft and fingers blinded me. "I can't, Riley, please, let me come."
"Come, come for me, slut."
As soon as he gave his command, I let go of the tight coil, releasing mind-blowing ecstasy through every vein in my body. I shouted his name, not caring whether my colleagues could hear me outside. His orgasm came at the same time, and he cried out my name, too, burying himself as deep as he could, filling my core completely.
He rested inside my folds as he tried to catch his breath. When he pulled out, he left a trail of wet, sticky cum behind. I grabbed a tissue from his desk and cleaned myself up, trying to make haste. The person at the door would be back anytime soon, and now that I wasn't rutting and moaning in the midst of good sex, I actually got worried over getting caught.
I avoided eye contact, not sure how to recover into the boss-employee status after fucking him so intensely.
"I was hoping that you had a submissive part to you," he said.
My cheeks turned into a rose red. "Shut up. You were acting a little strange."
"I just wanted to try it out. After Helena intruded on us, all I could think about was having sex with you."
So that was it—he didn't act that way because of some failed negotiation; he was only playing around. "You're the worst. I need to get back to work. Now, if you'll excuse me."
Before I could leave his office, the person knocked on the door for the second time. "Mr. Crawford?"
"Come in!" he shouted.
Helena answered his call. She was the first to walk into the room—I had expected her so I wasn't surprised. What I was surprised by was the shadowed figure following her. Ryan stepped out from the shadows, revealing his sexy frame. He wore a slightly different suit from his brother, but looked just as capable of making me wet—for some reason, men became infinitely hotter after stepping into a suit.
His lips curled into a smirk as he studied us.
Helena ushered Ryan into the room. "Your brother is here to see you, sir."
"Okay, thanks."
"You're welcome."
She left the office bearing a questioning look. It was pretty obvious that we had just gotten down and dirty from the way we appeared. Ryan confirmed that by saying, "You both had sex. I can smell it."
"Congratulations, master detective," I replied, clapping my hands in mock humor. "You two can have your brotherly talk; I need to get back to work."
I tried to strut past him, but before I reached the doorknob, a large hand clasped over the joint of my elbow, stopping me in my tracks.
Ryan turned me around to face him. "Actually, I came for you. You can't expect to just fuck my brother and then leave me hanging after that."
He stared and studied me. His eyes wandered down and back up, undressing me as they went by, sending a tight coil to my belly.
"I'm not obliged to have s—"
Without letting me finish my sentence, Ryan smothered his lips over mine. His kiss was possessive, in control, and completely capable of turning me into mush.
He let go of my lips and trailed his tongue down to my breast. "You look so damn sexy right now."
Riley had the courtesy of locking the door this time. The minute he did, Ryan stepped back, leaving me confused and half-wanting.
"Take off your clothes," Ryan commanded, a bemused grin spreading across his cheeks.
I stood there, shocked like a deer in headlights. "What?"
"You heard me. I want you to take off your clothes."
"Or what?"
"Or I'll spank you. Hard."
That was barely any motivation for me to start acting like a stripper; in fact, it acted as motivation for me to do the opposite. After what Riley did before, I found out that spankings actually felt pretty good, and the naughty side of me enjoyed it.
Ryan gave a side glance to Riley, and his brother was upon my body within a second. He unzipped my skirt and took it off together with my panties, letting them crumple into a puddle of cloth at my feet. He then reached over and opened the front of my shirt again before unclasping my bra for the second time that day. At first, I thought he was going to be the one giving me the spanking, but Ryan came around and positioned his clothed erection between the crevice of my butt cheeks.
"Bend over," he said.
I scowled. "No." I knew I was going to eventually, but I resisted because it was fun.
"Bend over and rest your hands on the couch."
"No."
"I'm going to hit you twice as hard, and twice as much." He pushed against my back, forcing me down. I ended up placing my hands on the couch, just as he instructed me to before.
His palm came suddenly. I winced and bit on my lip to stop myself from crying out. It hurt! That seriously hurt! It was nothing like those light smacks that Riley gave me before. Riley sounded less playful when we had sex, but he was actually being gentle. Ryan was giving it his all to cause me physical torture.
Tears brimmed at my eyes, not because the situation made me scared or sad, but because the force of Ryan's hand stung my flesh, and left a painful throbbing behind.
"Say you're sorry," Ryan ordered.
"Like hell I will. You're the assho— Ouch!" Another slap landed on the exact same spot.
"You're not allowed to talk back."
"I'm going to make you a sorry piece of shit after this." I tried to get up but he locked my arms behind my back, forcing my head down onto the couch in a very uncomfortable position. "Ryan, stop it. I don't like it at all!" My words might have said one thing, but my body was reacting differently to the pain. My center began to burn with aching desire, and it didn't help that Ryan was grinding against me, staining my juices on his trousers.
Apparently, I sounded convincing enough. Ryan sighed. "Fine, we'll try this again next time."
But even if he stopped spanking me, he didn't stop his torment. He took off his shirt and pulled his erection out from his pants. I turned around and lied down on the couch, melding my body into the smooth velvet. He rubbed his member against my slit, stroking it but never entering.
"You fucking suck, you know that?" I said.
Ryan smiled. "I'm not going to let you get away with it so easily."
"Put it in already." I was starting to sound whiny.
"Not until you apologize."
I reached down and tried to grab his member, but Riley gripped my hand before I could even get close.
"You should apologize, to the both of us," he said.
Desperate, hungry, and feeling utterly cornered by the two hot devils in front of me, my resolve was wearing thin. I stared them down for a long time until I finally conceded. "I'm sorry," I lied. I didn't have a single apologetic cell in me, but sometimes you had to play along to get what you want.
"That wasn't so difficult, was it?" Ryan said. He leaned down and kissed me. "But I'll try something new today." I looked down. The sight made me gasp.
Ryan's cock was positioned at the wrong entrance.
"No, I don't want to!"
He rubbed my folds and used my own wetness to lubricate myself. I tried to get away but Riley stopped me. The head of Ryan's cock prodded my asshole and slowly spread it open.
I cringed at the burning sensation. "It hurts, Ryan."
"I'm sorry. It only hurts the first time, I promise." He was treating me gently, as if I were a virgin—I was, in this context, since it was my first time having anal sex.
His cock fought the flesh inside of me, stretching and tearing it apart. I breathed through sharp rugged breaths, trying to keep the pain under control.
He nibbled my collarbone. "Fuck, you're so tight there."
No man had ever explored me this way. "Please," I whimpered. "It's odd getting touched like this."
"But you like it."
"No, not at all."
Even past the searing pain, there were nuances of pleasure. My pussy got even wetter as he pushed himself deeper. Soon, his member was completely buried in me, throbbing and getting harder.
Riley was kissing me, slipping his mouth into mine and rolling his tongue around lazily. I gripped my fingers over his arm, nervous and using him for support.
Ryan brushed my nipple with the tip of his thumb. "I'm going to move now."
"It hurts, Ryan."
"I know, princess, I know. Bear with me." He began to move, the friction tightening my walls. It was a strange sensation, different from what getting fucked in the pussy felt like. Yet oddly enough, the pain started to morph into pleasure; a form of ecstasy that felt just as good.
A moan escaped my lips. "Ryan, you can go faster."
He grinned, amused that I was enjoying myself. He started to pick up the pace of his thrusting. Numbing sensations poured through me. My body writhed under his, and soon I found myself staring at Riley's erection.
"Don't neglect me, princess," he said.
I took him in willingly, perhaps even eagerly, and began sucking on him as hard as I could. I rolled my tongue under his cock as I bobbed my head around, tasting the pre-cum seeping into my cavity.
He let out a groan and pressed my head onto his member, causing me to gag. "When did you get so good at this?" He started to thrust his cock into my mouth, rotating his hips as he gripped the sides of my head.
I never knew that you could come from anal sex, but I did. The release came suddenly, like a tsunami of pleasure, pulsing, exploding, making my toes curl. "Oh, my God!" I screamed, holding onto Riley's arms as if my life depended on it.
"I'm coming, too," Ryan said, his voice strained. He pulled his member out and stroked it. White strings of semen shot out from its tip, landing on my belly.
Giddy and thoroughly fucked, I lied there lazily for a while. "You should've warned me before trying to stick that thing up my ass."
Ryan slapped my ass at the same reddish spot. "It seemed fun. I wanted to give it a shot."
I cringed, not quite having recovered from that spanking.
"I want to set some boundaries," I said. "No spanking."
Riley raised a brow. "Really? None at all? You appeared to enjoy it a lot the first time I did it."
I sighed and conceded, feeling more open after having sex. "Fine, a little spanking?"
They laughed together. "We knew you liked it," Riley said.
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br /> "Not too hard, though. Nothing like the kind Ryan does. It hurts like hell and my butt is still sore."
Ryan was putting his trousers back on. "You'll learn, pumpkin. You might not like it hard now, but you'll be begging for it in a month."
I stuck my tongue out at him. "Like hell I will."
He shook his head, grinning. "You will."
***
When I finally managed to escape their claws and walked out of the office, my colleagues looked at me in a strange way. They went hush and didn't say a thing—I wasn't sure if they kept quiet because today was my first day here, or because they all knew that I just fucked two of their bosses.
Yeah, they definitely knew what happened.
I lowered my head, finding the floor more interesting than usual as I made my way to my desk. I sat down and began trying to continue where I left off with Riley's schedule.
I couldn't concentrate one bit.
How could I concentrate? I stood out like a sore thumb amongst judging, unfamiliar colleagues and had to manage an unstable and uncertain relationship with my bosses.
How did my life come to this? Before that horrible one night stand, my life sucked, but it sucked in a normal way. Now I had to deal with this mess, despite the amazing sex making up for it.
Could I never have a proper nine-to-five job ever again?
I banged my head on my desk—softly, so that nobody would hear my frustration.
I pinched the bridge of my nose and counted as I breathed, trying to calm myself down.
And why was it that even with all this trouble, confusion, and social problems, I felt happier than I ever had in my whole life?
A call from the CEO's office woke me up from my moment of self-questioning.
"Hello?"
I couldn't tell if it was Riley or Ryan without seeing them in person—they sounded too similar. "Meet us at the lobby after work. We'll pick you up."
"Aren't I following Tyrone back to my place?"
"No, you're not. You're following us back to our place."
"What? Who decided that?"
"Us. Boss's orders. Don't try to run away or we'll have to reconsider your bonus."
"Oh, you have to use monetary sanctions now? Very smooth." Come to think of it, what was I getting paid to put up with all this crap?