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by CELENE CAREY

  “Yes, Mrs. Jacobson, I would love to see your son.” His words were pleasant, but she sensed a bit of panic in his tone.

  Her mother patted his arm and waddled off toward her bedroom. She returned a moment later carrying a picture of a young boy, in his early teens, bent to one knee, a football in his hand. In the other, he held a football helmet. Angelique looked over Mr. Adams’s shoulder at the picture. The similarities were impressive.

  “It can’t be,” Mr. Adams whispered. He clutched the old photograph in his hand, his knuckles white.

  “You look just like him, Daniel. You know, his name was Daniel, too. It is my favorite name. How odd.” How odd, indeed, Angelique thought. “Well, goodnight, you two.” Her mother, oblivious to the bomb she had just dropped, returned to her bedroom, shutting and locking her door behind her. Angelique would have to warn her about locking the door again, but not tonight. Bigger concerns needed handling tonight.

  “So…” she began, collapsing to the chair caddy-corner to the sofa.

  “You’re my sister.” His spoke low, a little uncertain.

  “Step. Sister,” she corrected. “You were adopted.”

  “My mother?” He looked up and at the closed bedroom door.

  “She’s crazy. Still crazy.”

  “I can’t believe she’s alive.”

  “I can’t believe she never told me.” Angelique was talking to herself, staring at the far wall. She was only half-listening to Mr. Adams. Her mind was whirling with the implications of this discovery, of their relationship, and of what she’d let him do to her.

  “Was it wrong?” she finally asked.

  “What?”

  Focusing on the present and the man--no brother, step-brother, lover--who shared the moment with her, she asked again, “Was it wrong?”

  He looked away from the picture, dropping his arm to his side. “Do you think it was wrong?”

  “No. I don’t-- Yes.” She shrugged and shook her head. “I have no idea.”

  “Neither do I.” For the first time since she met him, she saw uncertainty in his eyes. “But I know how I feel about you and it can’t be wrong.”

  “Really?” She lit up with hope.

  “You are perfect, Angelique. For me. Isn’t that enough?”

  She stuttered. Was it enough? “Yes.”

  His brow lifted, as did the corners of his lips at her answer. “Yes?”

  “Yes. Sir.” She smiled at him. So what if they were step-siblings. What they had, the connection, the love, was deeper than parentage. It was meant to be.

  “Let me show you.” And with that, he took her hand and led her to the other bedroom. She followed willingly, gladly, and only a little hesitantly. It would be a while before she could completely accept this new position and her newest lover. But she was eager to try.

  “Have you ever,” he began, caressing her bare ass cheek as Angelique bent over and slipped her panties down her long, lean legs. He didn’t say it, though in some deep place inside she wished he had. “With Mr. Stone?”

  Knowing what he was asking, she shook her head. Not yet, she thought. “No, but a boyfriend--” she began, cut off my his hand on her ass. A sharp crack of flesh on flesh echoing in the bedroom.

  “I did not ask about a boyfriend. Had I been around before, I would have put a stop to all boyfriends. No one but the best deserves access this playground.”

  Angelique’s eyes widened as the bite of pain flared on her bottom. She was still sore from the previous morning’s tirade with Mr. Stone. And Mr. Adams knew that. The bastard! “Yes, sir.” her voice had a tinge of sarcasm in it and she was pleased to see Mr. Adams acknowledge the change. It was what made him so different from Mr. Stone. He allowed her personality to shine through even during these acts of submission.

  “Better. Now, let’s get busy, my dear sister.” He pushed her down to the bed. She landed with a bounce, lifting her feet to the edge of the bed as she scooted back. Reclining on her elbows, she spread her legs, watching Mr. Adams’s eyes widen as she did. She turned onto her side. Mr. Adams moved around to the side of the bed, flicking the bedside lamp on to see her better.

  She bent her top leg, drawing his gaze along her long, lean stretch of pale, perfect flesh.

  “Do you like what you see?” she purred.

  “Did I ask you a question?” he retorted, though she sensed humor in his question.

  “No, sir.” Slipping her tongue out, she wetted her lips. His nostrils flared and she stroked a hand up her thigh and over her ribs. She sucked two fingers within her mouth. Covered in her saliva, she trailed them over her chin, down her throat, and cupped a breast in her hand. Tweaking the nipple, she moaned.

  He flinched at the sound, breaking free of the spell she had woven. Returning to his previous idea, he was done being subtle. He was the dominant. She was his submissive.

  “I want your ass tonight, Angel.”

  “It is yours for the taking, sir.”

  “And only mine?”

  Angelique didn’t answer. There wasn’t an answer. And he knew why. Only time would tell. Either Mr. Stone would release her or he wouldn’t. She’d asked. Mr. Adams was welcome to make Mr. Stone an offer for her as well, but that was between them.

  The soft clicking of her dresser clock filled the room.

  “Turn over.”

  He didn’t wait for her to obey. His hands gripped her hips and rotated her over so her breasts pressed into the cool sheets. A heavy weight dug between her shoulder blades and she bent lower, her nose and mouth muffled in the bedding, fighting her need for oxygen. She moaned. Her ass hung in the air, the cool air conditioning soothing her ass. It still stung from his smack.

  Knowing what was coming didn’t make the waiting any easier. Her heart began to pound. The beat echoed in her ear. Mr. Adams knelt behind her, the mattress shifting under her knees. He was watching her, she knew it. The line of his lips tightened as he took in her bare, moist pussy. She was dripping, her juice puddling on the sheets.

  Angelique felt the first touch of his lips to her ass and moaned gratefully. Her moan deepened into a groan as his lips left a trail of wetness, cooling more in the room, as he moved slowly across her soft cheeks. She smiled as goose bumps appeared, marring her smooth skin. Wiggling her ass, she was ready for anything, everything. In this case, knowing where the night was headed only made the anticipation sweeter. She trembled with excitement. She hadn’t been taken in her ass in quite a while and needing stretching. The pain and pleasure would be unbearable. She would never be able to hold out, already her orgasm was building and he hadn’t even really touched her yet.

  His forefinger circled her puckered bud once and she shivered. He was killing her. Slowly inserting the same finger between her folds, he added a second, curling them inside her, and collecting her dew. Slipping them free, she sighed. Damn him for teasing her so! She wanted him hard and fast, not like this. This was torture.

  Biting her bottom lip to keep from screaming and rolling over, yanking him down atop her, she whimpered as he eased his digits within and around the ring of her sphincter. Again and again, he pushed a digit deeper. She gritted her teeth. Breathing deeply, she tried to calm her heart and relax her muscles.

  Minutes later, he was driving his fingers back and forth along her passage. The thumb of his other hand worked against her clitoris, pressing firmly as he withdrew his fingers. How a man knew instinctively the rhythm a woman require to squirt she didn’t know, but it was a lesson she was more than grateful for.

  Never more than this moment.

  The orgasm took her by surprise. It had teetered on the edge for a while, taking shape, and she had almost given up reaching it without a cock stuffed down one of her holes, pounding into her, but then suddenly it was there--exploding before her eyes and washing over her with heat. Her yelping shriek reverberated around them. As she came back down, wrapped in Mr. Adams embrace, his warm chest felt good against her back. She hoped their mother spoke the truth.
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  No mother should have to hear her daughter orgasm… especially at the hands of her son.

  “How was that?”

  His breath tickled the hairs tucked behind her ear. She shrugged.

  “Good, sir.”

  “Just good,” he teased, his hands busy now across her chest and lower. “And yet I was still hoping to explore that sweet ass of yours. Would that be better, sister?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  And so the evening went. She couldn’t believe her luck. A new brother and the best lover of her life. One and the same.

  Peeking at the clock hanging on the wall opposite her desk, she listened as the last of the employees climbed aboard the elevator and with a ding were gone. Only she, Mr. Stone, and Mr. Adams remained. And Mr. Stone had ordered a meeting with them both. She had fifteen minutes to get ready. Standing, she adjusted her skirt and made a beeline for the bathroom. His expectations of her were very clear.

  Bare, shaved, and hair pulled into a high ponytail, she knocked on the office door. Mr. Stone answered.

  “Come in.”

  Gripping the doorknob, she prayed to God he would take pity on her.

  “Sir? You asked for me.”

  “Indeed I did.” Motioning her to come closer, she sashayed across the oversized room. “I have an answer for you regarding yesterday’s question.”

  “Yes, sir.” She bowed her head as she reached him.

  “No.”

  “No, sir?” She couldn’t believe her ears. But wasn’t this what she expected? What she had, in fact, warned Mr. Adams would happen.

  “Are you questioning me?” He stood and leaned onto the desk, palms spread wide, territorially. Though taught not to, she still shied back.

  “No, sir.” Her voice quavered. His brow rose. She lowered her eyes even more, seemingly shrinking into herself. He settled back down and pressed a button on his phone.

  “Adams! My office. Now!”

  Good God, he was calling Mr. Adams to join them. Shaking her head, she should have expected this as well. It was just like him. Mr. Adams appeared a moment later.

  “You want her?” Mr. Stone taunted him.

  “I do.”

  “Then, you shall have her.” Surprise and fear made me look up, from Mr. Stone back to Mr. Adams. What? Mr. Adams looked just as shocked.

  Moving around his desk, Mr. Stone approached Mr. Adams, a hand on his back leading him deeper into the office. Behind him, Mr. Stone shut his door. “I respect a man who knows what he wants. A man who takes what he wants. I’d like to respect you.”

  Studying Mr. Stone for a heartbeat, Mr. Adams answered. “I understand.”

  “So, take her.”

  “You will take her as well?” He had to know the answer before he asked. It was obvious to her that she was about to be forced to serve both men. A first for her, double penetrated, stretched to her limits, taught to be a slave to two men.

  “I will take you both.”

  Mr. Adams’s jaw swung low for a split second, before he caught himself.

  “I am boss here.” His words brook no objection. Mr. Adams had either to accept and submit to Mr. Stone or walk out and away from her.

  The waiting was the hardest.

  Chapter Two

  Angelique closed her eyes. It was nearly too much to take in. She kneeled on the floor, the plush carpet soft on her bare knees, and studied the two naked men before her. She couldn’t believe Mr. Adams had bowed before their boss. He’d given up a bit of bit of his control to Mr. Stone just for her. The realization made her heart swell even as she remembered her predicament. Her wrists were anchored behind her back, bound tight to her ankles, forcing her back into a bow, her breasts pushed forward. Even exposed so, she felt the power Mr. Adams had insinuated she held over them.

  Was it really only a month ago? She could barely believe it. Her life had changed in unimaginable ways since then. Not the least because she was now submissive to them both.

  Their cocks raged at her. Mr. Stone’s heavy length pointed at her, almost as if in accusation, while Mr. Adams thicker staff stood erect against his stomach. The contrast of cocks was only the beginning. She noted their similar heights, though the length and breadth of their thighs were as different as their cocks. Mr. Adams was lean and strong, his youth evident, his easy-manner clear in the loose movement of his muscles, the simple way he flexed without consciousness. Mr. Stone was strong, as well, but not from an active lifestyle than from so much time in a weight room. It was obvious to her he pressed weights daily. His thighs were massive trunks. The muscles bulged, his movements all about strength and power.

  Lowering her eyes from their cocks and thighs, she moaned inside. How was she ever going to be able to give up either of them? The best moments of her sexual life had been under their hands.

  “Sub,” Mr. Stone’s rough voice broke the silence of the office.

  She looked up, meeting his stare. “Yes, sir.” She couldn’t read him. She expected him to

  be angry. Even understood it. She’d signed a contract. He had made it clear upon her signature that she was his for the five year minimum. Whether or not he grew tired of her or she of him. She was still his for the five years. To do with as he saw fit. At the time, she hadn’t balked, but recently… well, that was a different story. After she’d approached him in the office, he had calmly reminded her of her place. And when she’d continued to ask him to release her, he had grown ugly. Even going so far as to strike her.

  She’d been hauled onto his lap, bent over his lap, her skirt lifted and her bare ass struck hard. Not for pleasure, but solely in pain. He was punishing her. Unlike previous times, as part of their game, when these paddles upon her ass excited her, this time she felt nothing except humiliation. She counted his slaps. Fifteen times, he marked her. Then, lifting her from his lap, he dumped her to the floor, unzipped his fly, and grabbing a handful of her hair, forced her mouth upon his cock.

  Angelique pleasured him as best she could. Tears streamed down her cheeks in the effort to appease his wrath. She begged him with her eyes to accept her apologies. He didn’t. Using her as he wanted, he took her multiple times that day, embarrassing her in unimaginable ways, pushing her further than she’d ever been pushed. Mr. Stone made it clear he would not release her.

  She was his. Until he chose otherwise. She was his.

  And now she was about to have them both.

  “Come here.” It was an impossible order and he knew it. She attempted to comply. Shifting forward on her knees, wincing as the carpet fibers scratched the tender skin there, Angelique inched closer and closer. Mr. Stone laughed. With hands on fists, he teased her, commanding her to hurry up. His cock shook with his laughter. Beside him, Mr. Adams frowned, clearly upset by his lover’s predicament. He took a step forward, but stopped as Mr. Stone barked at him.

  “Don’t move. Stay and watch.”

  His frown deepened, wrinkling his forehead. A vein popped out along his neck. Her eyes were drawn to it. Thump, thump, thump. She moved in rhythm to his heartbeat.

  At last she settled back to the carpet, her knees screaming in pain, her thigh muscles taut and bunched under her ass.

  “You will suck him dry. You will not release him until he has come down your throat. Only then will you be done. Do you understand?”

  Mr. Stone waited for her to answer. Angelique gulped and swallowed before she found her voice. To be watched as she pleasured another man. It was new to her, the whole evening was a first. Truthfully, she wasn’t sure she was ready for this. Although the night was well past her comfort level, she knew she could still stop it. Only a word and Mr. Stone would send her back to her desk. He would, of course, hold a grudge and punish her, but Mr. Adams would not have to be involved. He could leave.

  “Well?” His tone turned harsher, frustration at her hesitation showing.

  “Yes, sir.” And her chance at putting this all to rest was passed.

  Mr. Adams spread his legs, a little fur
ther apart than his shoulders. She moved again, to his side. Opening her mouth, she blinked at him--hoping he understood. He did. Taking his cock’s base in hand, he directed his staff toward her, the tip already bearing a bead of his milky pre-cum. She gulped it quickly, sealing her lips around his width. Angelique’s tongue traced the underside of his cock as she began to bob up and down. Her cheeks worked along the sides as she tightened her mouth on him. Her teeth scraped his flesh and he groaned. She was careful, very careful, but she, more than anyone else understood the pleasure which followed the bite of pain.

  His hands fell to tangle in her hair. Yanking her head hard, she was forcibly pushed down his cock. The head slammed into the back of her throat. She gagged, saliva slipping from the corner of her mouth as she struggled to calm her panic and breath through her nose. Over and over, he drew her on and off her cock. She sucked him like a pro. In less than five minutes she was swallowing his come, every last drop. He popped free, his cock slick and presently sated.

  “Good, good.” Mr. Stone’s praise was hollow.

  “Yes, sir,” she whispered.

  “I believe you owe me a thank you.” Angelique nodded. Scooting sideways she looked at the cock dancing in front of her eyes. She had never looked so closely at a man’s cock, nor considered, truly, how different cock’s were. Even the smell was different. Where her first taste of Mr. Adams’s cock was pleasant, sweet and tangy, the first taste of Mr. Stone’s cock was salty and pungent. His body odor was as strong as his personality. Not bad, just different.

  Wetting her lips with her tongue, she took a steadying breath before opening her mouth to the insistent nudge of her boss’s cock. He wasted no time in driving his cock down her throat. She was forced to deepthroat him instantly, hurrying to catch up. She sucked him sloppy, popping his cock free of her mouth before swallowing him again and again.

  He lasted forever, slowing his thrusts as needed to keep her working him. Her jaw ached. Her cheeks were sore. She was tired. Still, he made her work. He refused to let her finish him off. She pulled at her wrists, wishing they were free. Then, she could cup his balls, stroke his cock in counterpoint to her mouth, squeeze him as he liked. Basically, make him come.