Intrigued Out of the Office

by Nicole Edwards

  Or maybe the fireworks had been all in my head when both of my masters had kissed me until I was out of breath. I’d always heard that the person you kissed at midnight would be the one you spent the next year with. Since I had kissed both Master and Sir, I wondered what that would mean, other than possibly I would still be employed by the end of the year.

  Fortunately, I didn’t have time to dwell on it when Master and Sir decided to call it a night shortly after one in the morning. After saying our good-byes to TJ and his harem of submissives, the limo returned and we headed back to the city.

  We finally arrived at the apartment a little after two and that was when the party resumed.

  “So, what did you think of the vanilla evening?” Sir asked me.

  “It was interesting.” I smiled. “Although I’m curious how the two of you could last through such a dreadfully boring event.”

  Master smacked my ass, making me giggle.

  “Boring, huh?” Sir teased.

  “Absolutely.” I pretended to be put out. “I mean, come on. No one was naked, there were no spanking benches or…or…torture tools.”

  “Torture tools?” Master sounded intrigued. “You’re interested in torture tools, huh?”

  “Me?” I pressed my hand to my heart. “Of course not. I’m a good girl, don’t you know? Prim and proper. I would’ve been shocked to the roots of my hair by…torture tools.”

  Both men stalked me, the heat in their eyes evident.

  Sir was the one to speak as he brushed my hair back over my shoulder. “It’s been a long, dreadfully boring night,” he said softly. “From the moment I saw you in this dress, I wanted to see you out of it.”

  I feigned exasperation. “You mean…naked?”

  “I do.” He fingered the thin strap on my shoulder. “I love seeing you naked, sweet girl.”

  Heat consumed me. Although I was trying to keep up the ruse of a fair maiden, it was impossible to do when these men made me want things I’d never thought I’d want.

  Master moved in behind me. A multitude of sensations consumed me when he pulled my hair to the side, the long strands tickling my back as he pressed his lips to my neck. Sir slid the straps of my gown off my arms, then allowed the silk to slide down to my hips. They worked succinctly to strip me as I stood between them, my body temperature rising as they kissed and licked the skin that they bared.

  I touched them both as much as I could as I fumbled with buttons in an attempt to get them as naked as I was about to be.

  By the time they had worked their way into the kitchen, my dress, panties, and bra had disappeared. After setting me on the island, Master removed my shoes, then ran his hands from my toes up my legs, not pausing where I needed him the most.

  “Your choice, pet,” Master whispered as his mouth descended onto my breast. “We can keep things vanilla if you’d like. Just for tonight.”

  Although I had to agree that vanilla was boring, especially after the world they’d introduced me to, there was something delicious about it, too. There was a connection I felt from these men, something that transcended all kinks and fetishes, something that ignited at the core of my being. I wanted anything and everything they could offer me, and yes, vanilla was one of those things.

  “Vanilla,” I whispered, arching my back as Master scored my nipple with his teeth. “Vanilla works.”

  “Vanilla works,” Sir echoed, coming to stand between my legs as Master laid me back on the island.

  I palmed Master’s head as he leaned in and kissed my lips at the same time Sir’s mouth trailed up my thigh to my pussy.

  I jerked and moaned as they feasted on me, torturing me with slow, sweet licks of their tongues.

  By the time Master’s mouth trailed down my neck, I was panting and moaning, begging for them to hurry. They didn’t, proving no matter what I thought, they would always be in control of my pleasure. Which they gave me in spades using nothing more than their exquisite mouths and their fingers. They worked me over for what felt like hours, right there in the kitchen.

  I was trembling with an orgasm just out of reach when Sir took my hand and helped me to sit up. He wrapped his arms around me and lifted me, forcing me to hold on, my legs going around his waist, my arms around his neck. And then he was carrying me out of the kitchen, through the living room, and down the hallway.

  The room he stepped into wasn’t the guest room I’d stayed in with Master. No, this room was more masculine with beautiful, dark wood furniture and a lamp that offered a golden glow over the brown suede comforter.

  Within seconds, the comforter was ripped from the bed and then I was laid out on the cool sheets while I watched Master and Sir quickly strip the remainder of their clothing from their bodies. When they joined me, I couldn’t resist running my hands over them, wanting to be as close to them as I could possibly get.

  For the next few minutes, they lavished me with kisses, working me into a frenzy once more as their mouths skimmed my oversensitive skin until I was once again panting and pleading for them to hurry. I needed more. I needed everything.

  Sir flipped me over onto my stomach, then dragged me to the edge of the bed. He didn’t command me to get onto my knees, choosing rather to position me the way he wanted. Once I was on my hands and knees, Master knelt in front of me, holding his cock firmly in his hand as he guided my head down.

  “Suck me, Luci,” he growled softly.

  I wrapped my lips around his cock, drawing him deep into my mouth. At the same time, Sir knelt behind me, pushing his cock deep inside me. They filled me from both ends, but neither seemed to be in a hurry, leisurely fucking me while their hands roamed over my skin, tangling in my hair, making my body hum as I inched closer and closer to the edge once more.

  “Suck hard,” Master commanded, his teeth gritted as he tightened his grip on my hair.

  I sucked him more forcefully as Sir slammed into me, filling my pussy, the friction making me whimper as I got closer to the precipice. It wouldn’t take much to send me over and it seemed they knew that because they both held back once again. They drove me crazy, alternating between a few punishing thrusts and the leisurely rocking of their hips.

  “Make me come, Luci. I want to come in that sweet mouth.”

  I focused my attention on giving Master what he needed while letting Sir drive me closer to climax with the delicious friction of his cock inside me.

  “Oh, yeah. That’s it, baby. Just like…that.” Master’s hips stilled and his cock pulsed against my tongue as he came.

  When he pulled back, my entire focus was on Sir as he drove into me again and again. I could tell he was holding back, but I wasn’t sure why. I couldn’t tell if he was trying to maintain control or if he merely thought this vanilla fucking was the only thing I truly wanted. None of it mattered a few seconds later because he reached around, his thumb working my clit, shattering my mind and my body at the same time as my release slammed into me.

  I cried out his name as his fingers dug into the flesh of my hips, his body stilling as he followed me right over.

  It took several minutes for me to come back to myself, and when I did, I realized two things.

  First, the night had been amazing. Having both men focus their attention on me, making me feel like a princess while we existed in the vanilla world, something I could tell that wasn’t their preference but they’d done for me, was such an incredible feeling.

  And second…

  The night was apparently over, because as I was coming to, as my mind fixed firmly back in place, I watched as Master strolled out of the room, closing the door firmly behind him as Sir crawled into bed and pulled me against him.

  I wouldn’t be sleeping alone; however, I wouldn’t be sleeping with both of them either.

  I curled up to Sir, relishing the warmth of his arms. And as I drifted off, content to be with this man, the one who held half of my heart, I couldn’t help but wonder what I’d done wrong, why Master was abandoning me after what had qui
te possibly been the most perfect evening.

  Seventeen

  THE SECOND I STEPPED OFF the elevator this morning was like coming home. The first thing I saw was Jordan’s smiling face as he beamed back at me.

  “Hello, gorgeous!”

  “Jordan!” Although I’d seen him just two nights ago, it felt like ages since I’d been able to spend any real time with him, so my excitement at seeing him back in the real world was palpable. I knew he could tell by the way he stepped out from behind his desk and held out his arms to me.

  I quickly hugged him, smiling from ear to ear.

  “I’ve never met anyone quite so happy to be back at work,” he said as he pulled back.

  “What can I say? I love this place.”

  He pretended to gag. “We need to work on getting you a life outside of these walls.”

  “That we do.”

  We then agreed to meet for lunch to dish about everything now that I had nothing to hide from him. It felt good knowing that I didn’t have to keep my secret anymore, that when he said he wouldn’t judge me, he wasn’t trying to simply get me to spill my guts.

  Knowing there was a ton for me to catch up on, I headed for my desk, desperate for something to focus on. Ever since Sir had taken me home yesterday morning, I’d spent more than enough time thinking about what had happened during my holiday vacation. The island, the party, the way Master had retreated completely. It was a mixture of fond memories and chaos that had consumed me, but now that I was back at work, I knew I could reset and put the past behind me.

  Ben arrived at nine with a smile on his face.

  “Good morning,” I greeted. “I’ve got coffee ready to brew.”

  “That would be fantastic,” he said as he stepped into his office.

  I hit the button on the coffeemaker and skimmed the calendar to see what was going on today. It seemed things would be relatively light, at least for the next few days. Probably because everyone was coming back from at least a few days off. It would allow me plenty of time to get through my email and figure out a plan for the coming weeks.

  When the coffee was finished, I carried a mug into Ben’s office and placed it on his desk. He was hanging up his phone, a frown on his face.

  “Is something wrong?”

  His smile was forced when he looked up at me. “Not at all. Just something I need to take care of.”

  He took a sip of his coffee, then turned his attention back to his computer. I slipped out quietly, curious as to what had made his smile falter in the few minutes he’d been there. I didn’t get a chance to find out, because a few minutes later he was carrying his mug out of his office and down the hall. He took a right, which would lead him to the back conference room.

  Again, I was curious as to what was going on, but I forced myself to focus on my work. It wasn’t my place to drill my bosses about what they were doing anyway.

  It wasn’t until eleven o’clock that I realized none of my other bosses had come in. I didn’t have any messages from them, so I called Jordan.

  “Hey, have you heard from anyone? Do you know if they’re coming in today? I saw Ben earlier, but he disappeared.”

  “Uh…”

  I could hear the concern in his tone. “What?”

  “Justin came in a couple of hours ago. Landon and Langston arrived shortly thereafter.”

  “No they didn’t,” I argued, looking around to make sure I wasn’t mistaken.

  “They did. They’re…in the back conference room. They said they didn’t want to be disturbed.”

  “Oh. Okay. Thanks.” I hung up with Jordan and stared at the hallway.

  What the hell was going on? Hadn’t they done this once already? What in the world were they discussing that they had to be so secretive? So much so that they hadn’t bothered to let me know they were in? That was just downright rude. Were they talking about me? Did I do something wrong? I mean, I knew something had happened with Master, the way he had gone missing after our vanilla evening, but surely that had nothing to do with this. Did it?

  A million things went through my head and they all revolved around the time we’d spent together over the holidays. The island, the way Master and Sir had claimed me as their submissive during the time we were there. Of course, I couldn’t forget New Year’s or the fact that Justin and Ben hadn’t been at the party. Did something happen to Justin? Was that what this was about?

  I didn’t get any answers to the questions, because no one came out to speak to me.

  Rather than get all worked up about it, I focused on my email, then went to lunch with Jordan, grateful for the distraction.

  Eighteen

  BOSS MEETING

  ——————————————————

  Landon

  I HAD ABSOLUTELY NO CLUE why we’d all been called into this room again.

  Well, that wasn’t entirely true. I did know. However, I wasn’t sure now was the time for us to be discussing this. We had work to do and the last thing we needed was to become a bunch of fucking harpies talking about feelings and shit. I had enough on my plate as it was. We’d been away from the office for two weeks and I was terrified to look at my inbox, knowing I would spend just as much time making up for the time I’d taken off.

  “It’s obvious things are changing,” Justin declared, addressing all three of us directly. He’d been the one to call together this meeting, so it only seemed fair for him to begin. “It was brought to my attention that the two of you took Luci to TJ’s party on New Year’s Eve.”

  We had, but I wasn’t sure what that had to do with anything.

  “Yet no one filled me in,” Justin continued.

  Langston appeared as confused as I felt. “You were invited to the party. It’s not our fault you opted not to go.”

  Justin glared at Langston. “I might’ve changed my mind if you’d have mentioned taking Luci.”

  “Why would that matter?” I asked, totally baffled about what the fuck was going on here.

  Justin sighed heavily. “It would’ve mattered.” He glanced at Langston, then back to me. “Regardless, it’s obvious things have changed. The dynamic between the two of you and Luci isn’t what we all signed on for originally.”

  Okay, fine. He had a point there.

  “That does seem to be the case,” I agreed.

  Justin was right. Things were changing. As far as I was concerned, they were changing for the better. After the trip to the island, I’d made up my mind about what I wanted. The issue was in convincing my brother that it was time for us to make a move. Unfortunately, every time Langston took one step forward, he took two steps back. For example, the night he walked out of my bedroom and left me alone with Luci. He had retreated from her in a way that pissed me off, yet I hadn’t bothered to call him on it.

  “I think it’s only fair that we figure out how to proceed,” Justin said, his gaze bouncing back and forth between Langston and me.

  “We could start by going to work,” Langston snapped. “That’s the reason we’re here, right?”

  Justin glared at him.

  Ben cleared his throat. “I assume we’re discussing our personal relationships with Luci? Not her working here?”

  “That better be the case,” Langston said, his tone hard as his attention cut over to Ben. “Her job isn’t in question.”

  “No, it’s not,” I agreed. “Quite frankly, she’s the best damn secretary we’ve ever had.” The woman had gone above and beyond what anyone had expected. Not of her, but of the position. We all knew going into this that Luciana was a smart woman. She might’ve been messy at home, but she was organized and consistent. She kept us on our toes.

  “I agree,” Ben stated. “Which is the reason I wanted to clarify. If it comes down to whether or not she’s staying on, there’s no question. I’m ready to promote her to office manager, rather than merely a secretary.”

  “I think that’s pretty much deduced,” Langston said, his tone now bored. “She�
�s far more than a secretary.”

  “However,” Justin inserted, “I think she likes the title. It defines the job as she sees it, not necessarily how she handles it.”

  “Seriously? Is that why we’re in here? To talk about her job title, because you can call her whatever the hell you want. Her position is still the same.”

  Justin sighed. “No, that’s not why I called this meeting.”

  “So, enlighten us,” Langston insisted.

  “I saw the way you two were with her on the island.”

  Yep, I knew where this was going.

  Justin’s attention was fixed on Langston. “And I know you took her to TJ’s house for dinner before that. As your submissive.”

  “I did.”

  “And you spent the night with her.”

  “Correct.” Langston appeared uninterested in the conversation. “I didn’t realize I needed to ask permission.”

  “You don’t,” Ben stated, glancing between the two men.

  “No, you don’t,” Justin continued. “However, it seems you’re looking for something more from her. And I thought we had all agreed to keep the others informed of our intentions.”

  “We did.” Langston shrugged. “Where the hell are you going with this?” he grumbled.

  I wanted to know that as well.

  “It looks as though you’ve claimed her as your submissive.” Justin’s eyes darted over to me. “You, too.” He frowned. “And not just on the island.”

  No one had officially claimed Luci, but Justin was right. Things were progressing and that was the path that I wanted to take. It was merely a matter of time.

  “No one has claimed her,” Langston stated, his defenses coming up.

  “Maybe not yet,” Justin snapped. “Goddammit, Langston. It’s not an option. We have an agreement and I refuse to let you derail this while we’re just getting to know her.”

  Just getting to know her?

  Luci had been working here for three months. We’d all gotten to know her well enough at this point. At least, I thought we had.

  Shit. I should’ve expected it to come down to this. From the day Luci walked into our lives, we’d been somewhat at odds with one another. My brother and I against Justin and Ben. That was the way things worked around here. Everyone knew that Langston and I would eventually settle down with one submissive. That had always been our goal.