by Opal Carew
Mr. King took her hand and led her across the dance floor. Mr. Grant's hands withdrew from her body, but she could feel his presence behind her. A door opened and then closed behind them. Was he walking her down a public hallway, with a damp spot on her dress showing her arousal to the world?
“We're in a bedroom now,” Mr. King said. “Just the three of us.”
She felt his fingers on her shoulders as he pushed the straps of the dress to the edges of her shoulders. Then the slinky garment simply fell away.
She now stood in front of them wearing only her stiletto heels, gloves, and the rhinestone slave collar.
Then hands started touching her. Stroking her back. Her hips. Cupping her breasts.
She felt herself lowered down, then the bed compress under her back. Lips brushed her nipple. A hand stroked her inner thigh, then over her wet folds.
“Oh, yes.” It was heaven, being touched by both these men. She didn't know whose hands were whose. Whose lips were whose. But she loved every touch.
A mouth pressed against her lower stomach, then shifted lower. The tongue darted out and lapped at her clit. She moaned as she ran her gloved fingers through his hair. The other mouth suckled her nipple while four hands wandered over her body, pressing… squeezing… caressing.
She quivered with need, longing for their hard cocks to fill her up.
They must have known because the men slipped away and she heard clothing hit the floor. Something hard and hot brushed her lips and she opened. The cockhead spread her lips as it pushed into her mouth. She sucked, loving the hard flesh inside her. She wrapped her gloved hand around it and stroked up and down. She heard a male groan in response. Then the cockhead pulled from her mouth and another brushed against her. She took that one in and wrapped her other hand around it, stroking it, too.
The men took turns gliding their cocks into her mouth, pushing deeper each time until she was taking them down her throat. She could hear their labored breathing and was delighted she was giving them pleasure.
“Enough,” Mr. King said.
The cock in her mouth pulled back and both glided from her hands. She felt the blindfold slip away and she blinked. In front of her stood Mr. King and Mr. Grant, both naked.
Her gaze shifted to Mr. Grant, the sight of him making her heart swell. She longed to stroke her fingers through his dark wavy hair, then run her fingertips down his cheek to his square jaw. She wanted him to capture her lips with his firm mouth and drive his tongue deep into her.
Her focus shifted to his enormous, pulsing cock pointed straight at her and her insides ached for the feel of it inside her.
“I want to watch Mr. Grant fuck you, but not on the bed.” Mr. King took her hand and pulled her to her feet, then guided her to the ornate, cream dresser. “Lean back against it.”
Mr. Grant stepped in front of her, his steel-blue eyes full of molten desire. His big cock brushed against her slick opening, making her heartbeat accelerate.
His arm slid around her waist and he glided his hot tip over her slick slit. Her heart pounded and she felt faint from the joy of knowing she would soon be filled by the man she loved.
As he pushed his cockhead into her, Mr. King cupped her cheek and turned her head, forcing her to look at him. He watched her face as Mr. Grant's cock slid deep into her.
Once he was all the way in, Mr. King stared at her with dark, inscrutable eyes.
“Do you like his big cock inside you?”
“Yes, Master,” she murmured, her words breathless.
His gaze never leaving her, he said, “Fuck her, Grant.”
Mr. Grant drew back then drove deep into her. Mr. King kept watching her, their gazes locked as Mr. Grant thrust. Again and again. He lifted one of her legs, opening her more to him and drove even deeper inside her. She sucked in air.
Mr. King's gaze intensified.
He took her hand and wrapped it around his cock. She squeezed him as Mr. Grant kept fucking her, stroking him in rhythm with Mr. Grant's thrusts.
Mr. Grant pulsed inside her and she knew he wouldn't last much longer. Pleasure welled inside her, pumping through her with every one of his thrusts, crackling along her nerve endings like she was an exposed high tension wire.
She sucked in air, riding the rising wave.
“Are you close to coming?” Mr. King asked.
“Yes,” she exhaled.
His fingers glided around her head and his face lowered to hers. His mouth consumed hers, his tongue driving into her mouth as Mr. Grant drove into her body. She felt the rush of bliss, pulsing through her in waves and as the orgasm blossomed through her, she moaned into Mr. King's mouth. He pulled her harder against him, breathing in her moan, then pulsing his tongue into her as he grasped her hand and guided it in faster strokes.
Mr. Grant groaned, then erupted inside her, filling her with his hot seed. Then she felt Mr. King's cock pulse in her hand and heat splashed across her hip. Pleasure continued washing through her at Mr. Grant's continued thrusts.
He slowed and her orgasm waned, like the fading light of the golden sunset shimmering in the window.
Mr. King released her mouth, then drew back. She gazed at Mr. Grant. The look of continued longing in his eyes tore at her heart. He tightened his arms around her and claimed her mouth, his tongue sweeping inside.
Then he released her and stepped back.
Her heart ached at his withdrawal. He picked up his clothes and pulled on his pants.
She stared at Mr. King with wide eyes. “Is this the end of my celebration?”
“No. You and I have all night here.”
“But Mr. Grant? Does he have to leave now?”
Mr. King frowned, and she knew he was unhappy at her question, but she didn't want her time with Mr. Grant to end yet.
She knelt at Mr. King's feet. “Master, you've given me this wonderful gift of being with Mr. Grant again and I am truly grateful. But, please, give me a little more time with him.”
She was desperate to make it last as long as possible. She didn't know if she would ever see him again and she didn't want to think about the unbearable pain of that.
Mr. Grant paused, watching the two of them. Mr. King frowned, staring down at her.
She took his hand and kissed it. “Please, Master.”
Finally, he sighed. “All right.”
She bowed her head, pressing her cheek to his hand. A tear spilled from her eye at the happiness his response gave her.
“Thank you, Master,” she whispered against his fingers.
They stayed like that for a moment, then finally, he drew her to her feet.
“Since you have so thoroughly satisfied us already, you'd better do something to help prepare us for more.”
She smiled. “Yes, Master.
She took his hand and guided him to one of the armchairs by the fireplace. He sat down. Mr. Grant had dropped his pants again and sat on the armchair beside Mr. King's. She faced both of them and crossed her hands over her chest and cupped her breasts. Her black-gloved fingers looked like a bra supporting her breasts. Once she knew she had their full attention, she stroked her breasts, caressing them softly, then teasing the tips. She stroked the hard nubs, then rolled them between her fingers.
Both men's cock began to rise.
She stroked down her belly and glided over her slick folds. When she pulled her hand away, the glove was slick with her juices. She licked one finger, then sucked on the fabric. Mr. Grant held out his hand and she walked to him. He rolled off the long glove, leaving her hand and arm bare, then he pressed her hand to her mound. She took the hint and stroked herself again. He drew her hand to his face and took her finger into his mouth, then suckled. Her knees almost buckled. He drew her onto his lap, her knees on either side of his legs while she knelt in front of him. His mouth captured one of her nipples and he sucked deeply.
“Oh, yes!” Her hand gripped his shoulders as wild sensations sparked through her.
Mr. King knelt behind h
er and stroked her ass. Then his hand glided between her legs, stroking her wet folds. When his thumb pressed into her back opening, she leaned against him, enjoying the feel of his thumb gliding inside her. Then two fingers slid inside her slick slit and she moaned.
“You like that,” Mr. King said with confidence.
“Oh, yes, Master.”
Mr. Grant gazed at her, frowning, but then took her other nipple in his mouth and sucked hard. She pressed his head against her, loving his attention.
Mr. King teased both her openings, making her moan. Mr. Grant's fingertips skated down her stomach, then found her clit.
“Oh, God… Ohhhh!”
The feel of Mr. King inside her and Mr. Grant stimulating her sensitive bud had her reeling. Pleasure bubbled through her.
“Let go, baby,” Mr. Grant whispered against her ear. “Come for us.”
At his urging, bliss burst through her and she wailed, squeezing Mr. King with intimate muscles. Her head dropped forward to Mr. Grant's shoulder as she rode the wave of ecstasy.
As her wails turned to whimpers, Mr. King pulled free of her body.
He wrapped his arm around her forearm and drew her to her feet, pulling her from Mr. Grant's embrace, then he marched her to the bed.
“You have lost all discipline.” Mr. King bent her over, then his hand connected with her ass with a loud smacking sound. Then he slapped her again. And again.
Her ass smarted.
“I'm sorry, Master.”
He smacked again. Then one more time. Once he stopped, he pulled her back to her feet.
“Thank you, Master.” She fell to her knees and gripped his hand. “But, please, one more thing.” She gazed at him beseechingly. “I want to feel both of you inside me. At the same time.” She pressed her lips to his palm, willing him to understand. “I beg of you. Grant me this last request.”
He frowned as he stared at her, considering. Finally, he scowled and dragged her to her feet again. He sat on the bed and pulled her back against him, his hands tightly gripping her hips. She felt his cock pressing against her ass, then he shifted her and suddenly it was driving up into her vagina. Now she sat on his lap, facing Mr. Grant, Mr. King's solid erection deep inside her.
He swirled her hips around, then guided her up again. This time his cockhead pressed against her back opening. The head spread her open as it pushed inside. He lowered her slowly, his cock stretching her all the way.
Mr. King opened her legs wide. “Grant, your turn.”
Mr. Grant walked toward her, his gaze on her exposed pussy, and knelt on the floor in front of her. She reached for his big, thick cock and stroked it. He moved closer and pressed it to her slick opening.
“I'm glad you still want me, sweetheart.”
Her heart compressed at his words. Then he surged into her, and she gasped.
Both big, hard cocks were inside her now and she felt like she'd gone to heaven.
Mr. Grant drew back, then thrust again. He wrapped his arm around her and lifted as he drew back the next time, making Mr. King's cock drag along her back passage, then Mr. Grant thrust forward against, forcing both cocks deep into her again.
Her insides quivered with pleasure as these two men filled her again and again. Their thick cocks, so welcome and familiar, drove her to a blissful surrender. Her whole body vibrated in sheer ecstasy as she clung to Mr. Grant.
“Are you going to come, baby?” Mr. Grant asked, his eyes gleaming with need as he watched her face.
“Yes. Oh, God, yes,” she cried, tears swelling from her eyes at the intense joy humming through her.
Their cocks pulsed inside her. Mr. King's arms were around her waist. Mr. Grant's around her upper body, holding her tight to him.
“I won't come until you do, baby,” Mr. Grant murmured.
She nodded, a deep yearning coiling tight in her belly. Intense. Insistent. Mr. Grant thrust deep again and the whole thing released, joyful sensations fluttering wildly then blasting through her body in an explosion of euphoric delight.
She moaned as her world shattered into a million jagged pieces, each one reflecting and magnifying the powerful orgasm.
Both men groaned and she felt their seed rushing into her in powerful eruptions.
She slumped back against Mr. King, sucking in deep breaths. Mr. Grant leaned forward and kissed her.
“I've missed you, baby. Giving you up was the worst mistake of my life.” The haunting regret in his voice stunned her.
Then he stood up and turned away. He picked up his clothes and walked out the door.
Sylvia lay in Mr. King's arms in the darkness, trying to sleep, but her guilt at her wanton display of need for Mr. Grant—which had clearly hurt Mr. King—left her wide awake and deeply saddened.
She'd tried to apologize, but he'd waved away her words, finally claiming her mouth and dragging her to bed, then fucking her in a wild frenzy of passion.
His arms tightened around her waist and she wondered if he was awake, too, but she didn't ask him. She just lay quietly in the night.
When she woke up in the morning, he'd left clothes on her bed. Jeans and a sweater so she didn't have to leave the hotel in that barely-there dress. She donned the clothes and walked out of the bedroom into the rest of the large suite. She stopped at the door. It was a huge suite, clearly designed to host a large number of people. The furniture had been mostly cleared out, leaving a large open space. The hardwood floors gleamed in the sunlight. Clearly, Mr. King had arranged this so they had a private dance floor last night. Because he wanted to please her on her birthday.
And she had repaid him by demanding more time with Mr. Grant.
Mr. King sat in the corner, in the two chairs left in the room, a small round coffee table between them with a coffee thermos.
“I've poured you a coffee,” he said.
She sat down and picked up the steaming mug. “Mr. King, I'm so sorry—”
“Stop. No more apologies.”
“But… I didn't mean to—”
His eyes flared with anger. “I said stop.”
He stood up and walked a few steps, then turned back.
“I'm glad you had a good birthday last night. But seeing you with Mr. Grant taught me a hard lesson.”
Her gaze darted to his in alarm.
“It's clear to me now that you will never love me. We can keep pretending, but I know that I deserve better than to love a woman who will never return that love.”
She bit her lip, her body trembling.
“So I've decided I have to give you up.”
“Are you selling me to Mr. Robertson?” she asked, remembering the man's request that Mr. King tell him if he ever wanted to part with her. And at her callous lack of sensitivity of Mr. King's feelings last night, he might just be in the mood to punish her by turning her over to that man.
He raised an eyebrow. “You really think I would do that?”
She shook her head as she dropped her gaze.
The other two men had also expressed an interest in having her, so it would probably be Mr. Smith or Mr. Jacobs. That wouldn't be so bad, but her heart ached at having to leave Mr. King. She really did care about him.
A knock sounded at the door and her gaze jerked to it.
“That will be your new Master.” He handed her a brown envelope. “The contract is in here. I've already signed it. Go answer the door and give it to him.”
She walked toward the door, her stomach churning as she realized Mr. King hadn't said for sure that it wasn't Mr. Robertson he was selling her to.
She reached for the doorknob and turned it. Then she pulled the door open.
If you enjoyed this story, you’ll love Opal’s hot new Mastered By series, a collection of standalone BDSM stories, the first of which is Played By The Master , but they can be read in any order.
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The Office Slave #5: Please, Master is the fifth in Opal's Office Slave series. The Office Slave #6: Yes, Sir and The Office Slave #7: On His Knees are the final two stories in the series.
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Played By The Master
Jacqueline crashes a billionaire's exclusive poker game in order to seduce him into a favor to save her sister, but instead finds herself played by the Master.
Jacqueline Bell desperately wants to help her sister out of a jam. But to do that, she has to find a way to talk to billionaire entrepreneur Race Danner, and have him drop the charges against her brother-in-law. She discovers he holds an exclusive poker game once a week and finds a way in.
Race Danner is bored with his life, despite his wealth and extreme hobbies. He doesn't know exactly what he's looking for, but he'll know it when he sees it.
When Jacqueline Bell walks into his life, he knows she's it. She wants something from him. And he wants her. A combination made in heaven. In a delicious game of cat and mouse, he will leverage his advantage to lure her into his game. And he fully intends to win.
Warning: This story has Domination, submission, bondage, punishment, and a lot of other fun things, plus explicit, wild sexual encounters. After all, if you're going to play, play hard! ;)
Mastered By The Boss
Cinderella meets FiftyShades. An erotic tale of love and lust in the office.