Intrigued Out of the Office

by Nicole Edwards

  “Now the bottoms, but not the skirt,” Master instructed, his voice slightly rougher than before. “I want you to turn around and show us your pretty pink pussy as you lower them down your legs.”

  I’d never performed a strip tease for anyone, but I was definitely enjoying this. It was a rush to know that they desired me, that they found my body appealing.

  Turning away, I spread my legs apart, then lifted my skirt in a flirtatious move as I glanced back at them over my shoulder. Feeling goose bumps rise on my skin from the heat I saw in their eyes, I slowly closed my legs, pushing the bikini bottoms down as I remained bent over so they could still see my most private parts, then shimmied out of them. After discarding the bottoms, I spread my legs farther apart and shook my ass playfully.

  A solid smack landed on my ass, making me squeal.

  “Now the skirt,” Master commanded.

  I did the same, teasing them as I went, feeling my pussy getting wetter by the second.

  Once I discarded the skirt, Master patted the railing. “Get that cute little ass up here.”

  A frisson of fear shot into my bloodstream when I peered over the side of the railing.

  “We won’t let you fall,” he assured me.

  There was only a second of trepidation before I accepted that I trusted them. I knew they wouldn’t endanger me. Plus, it wasn’t like it was that far of a drop. Maybe eight feet. Into sand. Surely I wouldn’t break a bone if—

  “Up. Now,” Master barked softly.

  I jumped, then scurried to hop up onto the railing, noticing that Sir was heading into the house.

  “On your stomach.”

  With Master’s help, I managed to lay myself out flat on the railing. It was probably a good eight inches wide, maybe more, so it wasn’t like I was balancing precariously on it.

  “Put your hands on this rail.” He guided my hands down, waiting until I had wrapped my fists around one of the decorative wood rails that ran vertically from the bottom rail to the top.

  I felt a measure of relief when he didn’t take his hands off me. He slid them down my back, holding me still without applying too much pressure. When he got down to my legs, his warm hands curled around my ankles.

  I heard footsteps, but I didn’t look up, not wanting to chance falling to the ground. I assumed Sir had returned.

  His legs appeared in my line of sight.

  “Do you know what this is?” Sir asked, holding something in his hand.

  It was long and thin with a flattened end. “A miniature paddle on a stick?”

  “It’s a crop.”

  Looked like a miniature paddle on a stick to me.

  He moved and I felt the coolness of leather as it slid down between my shoulder blades, then farther down my spine before caressing each of my ass cheeks. I was trembling with anticipation. It was the not knowing that got me. I wasn’t sure if he was going to spank me with that thing or if he was simply going to caress me until I couldn’t take any more.

  A second later, I found out his intentions.

  Smack.

  My body jerked from the stinging impact and I squealed, squeezing my hands tighter around the railing to keep from falling. I could feel the firm grip of Master’s hands on my ankles.

  “Be very still, pet.”

  I gave Sir a jerky nod.

  Smack.

  Another squeak escaped me as my body lurched again.

  Warm hands slid between my thighs, inching higher before teasing my lower lips. The stinging on my butt cheeks dissipated as the sensual caress became my focus.

  “Her ass turns a pretty shade of pink,” Master said absently.

  “Let’s see how red we can get it.”

  The crop moved over my left thigh, then my right before grazing my ass again.

  Smack.

  “Oooh!” I didn’t mean for that to come out as a moan, but it did.

  “Color, pet?” Sir asked.

  “Green,” I said without hesitation.

  “Good girl.”

  Warmth infused me at his approval.

  Smack.

  I twitched again but kept my hands firmly on the rail as the pain exploded on my right butt cheek.

  Smack.

  Then the left, this time a little harder than before.

  Sir’s hand traveled between my legs again, teasing me briefly.

  “Very nice, pet. I like to feel your pussy dripping on my fingers.”

  I wasn’t sure how it was even possible, but Sir was right. My pussy was wet and growing more so by the second. Between lying out on the railing naked with Master’s warm hands on my legs, the danger associated with my position, and the biting sting of the crop, my arousal was growing.

  “Now I want you to remain extremely still for this next part,” Sir said. “Keep your hands on the rail.”

  Oh, God.

  I had no idea what he was planning to do, but the hint of fear that his command invoked seemed to turn me on even more.

  The leather traveled down my left leg, all the way to my ankle, then up my right. It was soothing.

  Smack.

  And then it wasn’t.

  Smack.

  Smack.

  The stinging blows were delivered on the backs of my thighs and along my calves. The rapid succession didn’t allow me time to breathe, much less move.

  Smack.

  Smack.

  Smack.

  By the time Sir stopped, every slap landing on a different part of my leg, I was practically vibrating. It hurt so good.

  A warm hand dipped between my legs, this time through my wetness and into my needy pussy. One finger, then two. I assumed it was Sir who was fingering me and I whimpered, wanting him to continue.

  Of course, it stopped too soon for my liking.

  “Time to turn over,” Sir told me. “Don’t move until we help you.”

  I waited, not relinquishing my death grip on the rail until Sir wrapped one arm around my torso, holding me against his body as they easily turned me over, positioning me on the rail.

  Sir adjusted my arms above my head and fixed my hands so that I was gripping the flat top rail. With my elbows pointed toward the sky and my breasts thrust upward, I imagined I made quite the sight.

  At least from this vantage point I could watch what they were doing.

  Sir traded places with Master, taking up the position at my feet and securing my ankles while Master glided the crop from my shin to my nipple and back down.

  “You’ll learn that my brother’s not as into pain as I am.”

  I shivered, my eyes meeting Master’s.

  “Do not move, pet.” His eyes narrowed, his expression serious. “Not an inch. No matter what, do not remove your hands from the railing.”

  Okay, so the warning was ominous, which increased my fear. I realized it was the good kind of fear. Similar to watching a scary movie or riding a roller coaster. The anticipation made it that much greater.

  My eyes trailed the crop as Master moved it over my belly, then pulled it back. I expected the stinging blow to land near my navel, but he changed course, slapping the outer curve of my left breast.

  I arched my back as I cried out and his hand was instantly on my stomach, holding me in place.

  When I relaxed once again, he released me, the crop brushing over my mound.

  Smack.

  My pussy burned from the impact and once again I jerked.

  His eyes met mine.

  “It’s obvious you can’t stay still, so we’re gonna do this a different way.”

  Both men helped me down, then Master wrapped his arms around me, offering me support. My legs were weak, trembling from all the endorphins flooding my body.

  I heard the rustle of clothing. Master turned me around so that I was facing Sir, watching as he stripped.

  He really was a masterpiece. Long limbs and hard muscle. Just looking at him made my body throb with need.

  “On my lap, sweet girl,” Sir instructed as he took a s
eat on one of the lounge chairs.

  My legs wobbled as I stepped toward him, but Master kept a hand on my arm.

  Sir spun his hand, signaling for me to turn around.

  I faced the opposite direction and he gripped my hips, then guided me onto his lap.

  “Bend your legs and put your feet by my hips.”

  I did, which left me straddling his thighs, kneeling on the chair.

  He pulled me back, then guided his cock inside me and pulled me down onto him.

  I groaned as he filled me. “Sir…that feels so good.”

  He wrapped one arm around my rib cage and pulled me back so that I was resting against his bare chest. Sir was warm and hard and made me feel incredibly safe. His hand then trailed down between my breasts, over my belly, before he rested one finger on my clit. With slow, circular movements, he tormented me with his sensual touch.

  I moaned again, trying to move my hips, but unable to in the position he held me in.

  “Grab your feet.”

  Okay. So this was new.

  I was sitting on Sir’s cock, my back against his chest, my legs curled beneath me, my ankles pressing against Sir’s hips. Because I was grabbing my feet, my breasts were thrust forward, ready and available for anything Master desired. I wondered what it looked like to him, how appealing my submissive position was. I was stuffed full of Sir’s cock and practically laid out before Master.

  “Now don’t move, pet. I plan to pick up where I left off.”

  My nipples hardened in anticipation. I felt the flex of Sir’s cock inside me and I moaned softly.

  The crop trailed from my chin down to my breastbone before Master pulled back. I watched as the crop made impact with the underside of my right breast.

  I hissed as the pain shot through me.

  “She definitely liked that,” Sir said. “Her pussy’s nice and tight.”

  It appeared Sir was gauging my reaction by the way my pussy milked his cock.

  Master must’ve approved, because he began a string of stinging slaps over my breasts, my nipples, and my belly. Every time the crop made impact with my skin, Sir teased my clit and I whimpered with need.

  It wasn’t long before I was panting, hanging by a thread, ready to be launched into the abyss. Every time I thought Master would send me over, he eased back. When I tried to rock on Sir’s cock, he held me still, keeping me completely immobile yet impaled by his thick cock.

  “Please…please, let me come,” I pleaded, tears dripping down my cheeks as I was held on the razor-sharp edge of release by two sadistic Doms.

  Master seemed to consider this before nodding. “One more.”

  I nodded, willing to take anything he wanted to give me just as long as they would let me come.

  “This one’ll be on your clit.”

  My eyes widened as I stared up into his face. The thought of that thing smacking my clit…it scared me and thrilled me at the same time.

  Sir’s hand moved to my hips, holding me in place.

  As though in slow motion, Master placed the crop over my clit, then pulled it back and smacked me. It was possible that it was harder than the others, or maybe it wasn’t. Either way, the impact made me scream, my body shuddering as I came in a furious rush. It was mind-blowing, shattering my senses and leaving me reeling.

  “So fucking beautiful,” Master declared as he dropped the crop and unbuttoned his jeans.

  The next thing I knew, Sir was fucking my pussy and Master was driving his cock into my mouth as he held my head in his hands. Another orgasm—or quite possibly the same one—made my body twitch and jerk as they continued to use me for their own pleasure.

  Master groaned, gripping my head firmly as his cock pulsed against my tongue, while Sir’s fingers dug into the flesh of my hips, his cock throbbing inside me as they came at the same time.

  I had never expected that something like that could be such a rush.

  And I certainly hadn’t expected that I would want more.

  Nine

  I WAS AWOKEN WITH THE sun warming my skin, shining in through the open doors.

  Last night, after Master and Sir had their wicked way with me on the deck, Sir had carried me to my room, then they’d both joined me in bed, curling up against me on either side. It was the second night in a row that I’d slept with both of them at the same time, and I wouldn’t lie, if I could know that feeling for the rest of my life, I would be one happy girl.

  However, as my senses awakened, I realized I was alone in my room. I stretched, feeling the familiar ache of my body. It no longer surprised me, but rather made me feel better. Remembering the way they pleasured me and took theirs in return was an intoxicating feeling.

  I turned my head toward the door and noticed a small piece of paper on the nightstand.

  Join us for breakfast when you wake up. No need to shower. We’ll take care of that later. ~Sir

  “Mmm.” My stomach rumbled at the thought of breakfast.

  A few minutes later, I managed to force myself out of bed, then made my way to the bathroom. I used the facilities, then brushed my teeth and pulled my hair back into a ponytail. I grabbed a pair of shorts, but didn’t bother with panties. I did, however, put on a bra beneath my T-shirt.

  When I made it downstairs, I heard Melanie’s voice coming from the kitchen. I headed that way and the sweet woman greeted me with a warm hug before handing over a cup of coffee.

  “Did you sleep well?” she asked, sipping from her own cup while she regarded me with a smile that made her eyes sparkle.

  “I did.” I smiled sheepishly. “And you?”

  She grinned. “There’s nothing quite like the sound of the ocean and the warm night breeze blowing in through the open doors.”

  It took a moment for me to understand what she was saying. A blush stole over my face as I realized that with the doors to their room open last night, they would’ve heard everything that took place out on the deck.

  “Oh, don’t worry, honey. Your secret’s safe with us.”

  That certainly didn’t help.

  Only when Melanie chuckled did I smile, although it was forced.

  “Come on, let’s join the men for breakfast.”

  I followed Melanie into the dining room, noticing Master, Sir, and King were talking while enjoying bacon, eggs, and pancakes.

  My belly rumbled in anticipation.

  Sir nodded toward the chair between him and Master, so I moved that direction. Before I could take a seat, Sir gently circled his fingers around my arm and pulled me down for a kiss.

  “Good morning, pet.”

  “Good morning, Sir.” I smiled, enjoying the way he welcomed me.

  Master followed suit, kissing me before pulling out my chair and helping me into it.

  “Good morning, girl,” King greeted, tipping his coffee mug to his lips. “You look well-rested.”

  “Thank you. I slept very well last night.”

  King’s hazel eyes darted to each of his sons. “That’s a good thing. Considering what you’ve got planned for her today.”

  No one said anything for a moment and I waited with bated breath for them to elaborate.

  They didn’t.

  But they did laugh at my expense. I felt more color infusing my cheeks but I managed to smile. I was still thinking about how their parents had heard us last night. Well, in all fairness, it was probably more me than them. Okay, and that didn’t help at all.

  “When do your friends arrive?” King asked.

  “The boat’ll be here around ten,” Master stated, sipping his coffee.

  King nodded. “We’ll be taking that boat back for our flight home. Or rather to your sister’s so we can spend some time with the brood.”

  While the conversation went on around me, I focused my attention on the food. I was starved and I knew that I would need my energy for whatever they had in store for me today.

  My biggest question though…

  Who were the friends that Master and Sir ha
d invited?

  •

  After breakfast, I said my official good-byes to Melanie and Jeremy just in case they left before I was finished. Once that was out of the way, I went upstairs to shower and get ready for the day, per Sir’s request. He instructed me to put the utmost care into preparing myself for my Doms and he suggested that I start with a long soak in the tub.

  I didn’t have any issues with relaxing before the festivities started, so I eased into a hot bath. Once immersed in the water, I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, allowing the memories of last night to slip back to the forefront of my mind.

  I still couldn’t get over how I’d reacted to last night’s scene. It seemed as though I was turned on by the slight fear they’d woven in. Between the balancing act on the railing and the sting of the crop, even my memories caused my belly to flutter. It was intense.

  It made me wonder how Master and Sir came up with those types of scenes. It seemed like a lot of work, having to find creative ways to push a submissive’s boundaries.

  When the water finally cooled, I took a shower, running through my routine. After that, I applied lotion to every inch of my skin, then applied my makeup and did my hair. By the time I was finished, two hours had passed. When I walked into my bedroom, I found the cutest little red-velvet dress trimmed with white fuzz. It was strapless and short and definitely festive.

  There was no bra, which wasn’t surprising; however, beside the dress was a pair of sexy red panties with the words Santa’s Helper on the back.

  Oh, yeah. This was going to be fun.

  It took no time at all to dress and when I was finished, I twirled around, allowing the flirty skirt to lift and show off the cute undies. Yep, I was definitely looking forward to the party.

  A knock on the door had me squeaking as I spun around to see Sir stepping into the room. His eyes did a slow perusal from my head to my toes, then gradually back up. Of course, I took my own little peek at him, admiring the black slacks and crisp white shirt. Looked as though the beach attire had disappeared and they were back in what I considered Dom mode. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing his thick forearms and the dark hair that covered them.

  When I looked up into his eyes, I saw that he was staring down at my cleavage, what little of it there was. I was tempted to show him my underpants but decided against it. I figured he’d see them soon enough and if he knew what they looked like, then I was hoping he’d be thinking about them in the meantime.