Pleasing Sir

by Delilah Devlin

  She’d just placed her purse in the drawer of her desk when the light on her telephone blinked then buzzed. She raised the handset, “Yes sir?”

  “You have their results?”

  “I do. Do you want me to bring them to you?”

  “Leave them in your center drawer. I want you to take the invoice I left on your desk to my house. Deliver it personally to Mr. Markham and Mr. Thibodaux, they’re working there today. They’re waiting for you now. You’re to do whatever they ask.”

  Her hand fisted around the handset, and she bit into her lower lip.

  “Go, now, Raelie.”

  She melted at the warmth in his voice. Her eyelids drifted shut and she laid the telephone back in its cradle. Then she placed the printout from the doctor’s office in the drawer, picked up the invoice, and gathered her purse again to leave.

  The drive to his house took only five minutes. She was tempted to make another turn around the block to steel her nerves, but Morgan stood at the entrance of the courtyard, waiting.

  Heart pumping, she pulled into the driveway, set her emergency brake, and stared.

  He lifted one eyebrow, arching it high in an unspoken challenge.

  Raelie took a deep breath and let herself out of the car then strode slowly toward him. She held out the invoice. “It’s for the last of the appliances he wants installed in the kitchen. I was to deliver this directly to you.”

  He shook his head. “To me and Mr. Thibodaux.”

  Raelie cleared her throat. “Is he around?”

  “He’s inside.”

  She glanced around the exterior of the house. Men worked on scaffolding on the nearly finished façade. She knew more were inside, working on installing a home entertainment system and light fixtures. The house was almost complete.

  Morgan turned on his heel and opened the door, standing to the side as she entered. “Go all the way back to the master bedroom.”

  She jerked at the word and a flourish of heat seeped into her sex. A shiver worked its way from the base of her skull straight down her spine, but she kept her feet moving, taking the lead down the spacious corridor to the room in the back. Inside, she noted the curtains were closed. The sounds of machinery would be enough to muffle any nasty noises, if what she thought was going to happen really did go down.

  However, the bedroom appeared empty until the bathroom door opened, and Billy Thibodaux stepped out, bared to the waist, his black hair wet and droplets of water clinging to his broad shoulders and hair-darkened chest, indicating he’d washed up just before she arrived.

  His gaze started at her hair and moved slowly down her body. Her skin burned everywhere it landed. He didn’t say a word, but stepped forward, reached for her purse and set it on the dresser. Then he knelt and held out a hand, palm up.

  Without being told, she placed her foot in his hand, and he slipped off her pump then did the same with the other. His black-eyed glance swept up, pinning her in place and then his hands glided up her legs and right under her skirt—all the way up until he reached the waistband of the pantyhose she’d worn today.

  Raelie swallowed, nervous and excited all at once, liking the roughness of his callused hands even though they spelled a quick death for her nylons. He stripped them down, taking her undies with them, and pushed them off her feet.

  Again, his hands disappeared beneath her skirt, smoothing up her thighs and over her naked ass. While his fingers kneaded her bottom, causing her to sway on her feet, another set of fingers pulled the waist band of her skirt.

  Morgan had moved behind her and was making quick work of the rest of her clothes. Inside a minute, they had her stripped naked, standing between them and shivering from head to toe.

  Billy stood, gliding up her belly, his furred chest rubbing against her nervous tummy and breasts. When he stepped back to strip, she let out the breath she’d held in a loud whoosh, which made the corners of his mouth crimp.

  Naked, he planted hands on his hips and let her look, his dark gaze never leaving her face. She drank in the sight of his muscular body, thicker than either Morgan’s or Bryce’s and with arms like a prize-fighter’s. Black fur cloaked his chest, not too thick and silky looking. Fur arrowed down toward his cock, which was fully erect and pointing right at her. Everything was in proportion with his thick build, including another lovely, masculine cock.

  Moisture filled her mouth, and she was tempted to drop to her knees and take him, but she remembered there was a game to play. They would make all the decisions. Her duty was to obey.

  Billy fisted his cock and gave her narrowed glance. “You sure you want this?”

  “Your cock?” she blurted stupidly.

  The corner of his mouth twitched. “Will you let us fuck you? Both of us?”

  Raelie lifted her chin. “Mr. Caldwell sent me. Said I was to do whatever you asked.”

  Billy reached behind her head and removed the clasp that restrained her hair. He combed thick fingers through the strands he’d freed.

  The simple motion soothed her ravaged nerves. Still, she resisted swaying toward him. Her back stiffened.

  “How come you don’t look ready for this?”

  Raelie covered her breasts with her hands. “I’m thinking…” she whispered.

  A throat cleared behind her and she jumped, her shocked gaze swinging toward the intruder. Bryce stood in the doorway.

  Relief washed over her and her throat drew tight.

  Bryce crooked his finger and she walked into his arms. He kissed her hair. “These boys giving you any trouble?”

  She shook her head then pressed her face against his chest.

  “Tell me what’s wrong.”

  “I was feeling a little overwhelmed,” she whispered. “It’s really going to happen?”

  “I did warn you I had some kinks.” His words were spoken low and against her ear. “Are you strong enough to live with them?”

  Raelie tilted back her head, her gaze searching his expression. “With your kinks or with your friends?”

  His lips twitched. “Tell me what really bothers you about this. I know it’s not being naked and it’s not about having sex with them. You thrive on a challenge.”

  She shook her head, afraid to tell him the truth. She’d sound needy, like a weird stalker chick in the making.

  He lifted her chin with his thumb until she was forced to meet his gaze. “Tell me, Raelie.”

  She licked her lips then closed her eyes, hoping it would be less embarrassing if she didn’t have to see his dismay. “I’m afraid you’ll be done with me after this. After the luster of the chase is gone.”

  When he didn’t respond, her heart lodged in the back of her throat. She’d screwed up. After several moments passed, she opened her eyes and looked up.

  His expression was hard, his eyebrows drawn into a fierce scowl. “That’s what you think of me? That I’m using you? That you’re just the entertainment?”

  “Aren’t I?”

  With a pointed glare that ignited her anger and, surprisingly, helped her rediscover her backbone, he stepped back. His glance went beyond her to the men behind her. “She’s yours. Forget I’m here.”

  He strode to the far wall and leaned against it, arms crossed tightly over his chest.

  Raelie didn’t know what to think. She’d disappointed him—that much she knew.

  She straightened her shoulders and faced the other two men.

  Billy’s gaze raked her again. “I want you to face away from us and bend over.

  You cheated yesterday. Didn’t you know there would be consequences?”

  Feeling suddenly vulnerable again, which she knew was his intent, she took a deep breath.

  “Now, Miss Wood. Are you afraid?”

  She read the steely confidence in his gaze and the set of his jaw. She pivoted on her heel, faced the wall then slowly bent over, knowing her ass and her sex were exposed to them both.

  “Lower,” Billy murmured. “Grab your ankles.”

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sp; Shivering beneath his even tone, spoken in a gruff Cajun accent, she stretched down and clutched her ankles.

  “Told you she had a pretty cunt,” Morgan murmured.

  “Spread your legs wider,” Billy said quietly.

  She shuffled her feet apart, her face heating from the embarrassment and from the blood rushing to her head.

  “Let go of your ankles and reach behind you. Spread your ass cheeks for us.”

  She sucked in another gasp. Jesus, did they want to humiliate her? It was working.

  “Better do it, Raelie,” Morgan said. “Billy won’t go as easy on your ass as me or Bryce.”

  Which apparently meant absolutely nothing to her pussy. She felt herself swell and moisture begin to trickle. Cool air-conditioned air brushed her open, wet sex and added to the arousal that standing with her feminine parts open and exposed to three men she didn’t really know all that well incited.

  Bryce wanted her to do this—and she wanted him. She’d have to trust that he wouldn’t let them shame her. Embarrassment was to be expected, even needed, to keep her meek.

  She let go of her ankles and reached back to clutch both globes of her ass and pull them apart.

  Between her legs, she watched Billy draw closer. A fingertip traced a welt on her bottom. “What did you feel when Bryce gave you this?”

  Did she dare speak what she’d truly felt? “Cherished,” she whispered.

  “Really?”

  She didn’t respond, feeling foolish for saying it out loud and wishing she could take it back. She’d wanted to reach out to Bryce, but would he let it slide if it wasn’t something he wanted to hear? But thinking was hard with the blood rushing toward her head and her heartbeat pounding in her ears.

  Moist, cool gel smoothed over her anus. Then something prodded her hole and pushed inside. Not flesh. An object. Her body stiffened and she forced her muscles to relax. She wanted to ask them what the hell it was, but kept silent, needing to please Bryce more than she needed to satisfy her curiosity. She’d save her little rebellions for him because she didn’t want anyone but “Mr. Caldwell” punishing her.

  The object slid deep, narrow in circumference at first, then widening. A butt plug.

  She’d had one thrust inside her before—by her previous master—and he’d made her keep it there while he led her nude around the club. She’d been embarrassed and suffered strangers’ hands caressing the end of the plug.

  She bit her lips and wished those thoughts gone, because that was then, and now was very different. Still, she couldn’t help the little sniffle that escaped.

  Hands clamped around her shoulders and pulled her upright. Morgan moved in front of her, his gaze studying her expression. “Was that painful? Did he hurt you?”

  She shook her head, dropping her gaze.

  A finger crooked under her chin and lifted her face. “Then what’s wrong, Raelie?” Morgan asked softly.

  She had to tell him. No more than she could Bryce, she couldn’t deny Morgan anything, even her thoughts. And she didn’t want to. “My old boyfriend made me use one in a club. I didn’t much like it. Having strangers watch me and…touch it.”

  Morgan wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against his naked chest.

  When had he undressed? She closed her eyes and accepted his comfort, nestling her belly against his erection.

  “Does this feel the same way to you?” He pressed a kiss against her temple. “Do you think we’d have so little care for your modesty? It’s just us, Raelie. We won’t hurt you. Our only goal is your pleasure.”

  “But I don’t know Billy.”

  Morgan sighed. “We’re like brothers, the three of us. We share a business, a long friendship. Sometimes women. Until you know Billy better, you have to trust Bryce and me. Or at least trust Bryce. You will know us, inside and out. And you won’t have a secret we won’t discover.”

  Something about the way he said it sounded like a vow, like it was meant for something lasting. Her arms crept around his back, and she snuggled her face deeper against his chest. “I’m okay now. Really.” She kissed the corner of his neck. “Please, sir.”

  A snort stirred the hair at her temple. “You say that all meek-like, but I’m not fooled,” he growled. “I’m the guy you wouldn’t give an inch.”

  She felt a smile begin to stretch her mouth. Trust Morgan to know how to put her at ease. Mr. Glib was a lot sweeter than he wanted anyone to know.

  Morgan stepped back and she let him go, but not without trailing her hands down his sides. She couldn’t help herself. She knew his body and already loved it. The bold thrust of his cock had her hands curling because she wanted to wrap both around the thick, sturdy shaft.

  A vibration hummed to life—from the dildo clutched tightly between her cheeks.

  She jerked her head toward Billy, who watched her with a steady, narrowed stare.

  Bryce trusted him, she reminded herself, not daring to glance in Bryce’s direction for reassurance. She’d show her trust. He’d said Billy was dark. She wished he’d warned her he was a little scary too.

  She gritted her teeth to stop the groan threatening to spill out. “There are men working right outside the window. Is everyone going to know what we’re doing?”

  Morgan waggled his eyebrows. “Give us a minute and I bet you won’t give a damn if they do.”

  She clamped hard around the dildo, trying to suppress the curl of arousal, winding tightly inside her belly. “I mean it. This is play. But I have a job I don’t want to give up if everyone thinks I’m a whore.”

  Morgan’s expression turned as stern and remote as any Bryce had ever given her.

  “The guys think we’re going over an estimate, trying to scrub it. They know we’ll be at it a while, and we need to be left alone while we work out the details.”

  “But you probably shouldn’t make too much noise,” Billy drawled, dangling a ball gag from his fingers.

  Oh hell. Her eyes widened. Lush heat thrilled through her. Her nipples, already dimpled from the cool air, spiked harder, the tips elongating as her breaths shortened.

  Behind her, Morgan smoothed a hand down an arm then caught both wrists, pulled them together and bound them behind her back.

  Billy raised the ball gag and waited for her to take it, not moving a muscle.

  Raelie wet her lips, shot a glance at Bryce still leaning against the wall, but his expression was neutral. She swallowed one last time then she opened her mouth obediently to accept the gag. Before Morgan finished pulling the straps taut behind her head, her jaws felt the pinch. She was defenseless now and exultant over that fact. Her whole body quivered with anticipation.

  “We had planned for you to blow us,” Billy said, moving closer until she was sandwiched between two nude men, their skin heating against hers.

  “I wanted to see you on your knees again,” Morgan murmured into her ear,

  “giving us both a hard suck and tug, but you like fellatio a little too much. You were in your comfort zone when I fucked that sweet mouth.”

  “Bryce said we could take you however we wanted,” Billy said.

  The deep graveled texture of his voice enough to make her pussy clench hard. He sounded dangerous, intense.

  “We can do what we want so long as we don’t scare you—not too much anyway.”

  Morgan’s hand cupped a breast. He tugged the nipple, pulling it hard toward the floor, and then let it pop back. “Bryce made sure we were all tested and he looked over the results. Said to tell you that you can trust us. We’re safe. Understand?”

  Safe. Not the word she would have chosen at that exact moment. Not with her hands bound and a ball crammed in her mouth to muffle her cries.

  Billy’s mouth lifted in a knowing smirk, and he pushed his face closer. His eyes were so dark she couldn’t see the pupils, but she did see herself reflected.

  He scraped his whiskered cheek against hers. “Miss Wood, we’re gonna fuck you until your legs quiver like Jell-O. It’s o
kay if you shout, because no one’s gonna hear around that gag. It’s okay if you cry, because Morgan here will know how to comfort you. But, baby, I’m here to push you. To make you quiver and question your own strength.”

  Chapter Nine

  Raelie inhaled sharply.

  Billy pulled back his head, humor sparkling briefly in his eyes, before his face formed into harsh lines again. Without another word, he grasped her waist and lifted her.

  His cock glided down her belly over her mons, then tucked between her legs.

  A hand, Morgan’s, opened her folds and placed Billy’s cock at her entrance. Then those big arms of Billy’s flexed, and he drove her down his cock. Filled to the brim with a thick, trunk-like cock, she vibrated against him. Squirming, she tried to lift her legs to hug his waist, but Morgan slapped her buttocks.

  She jerked against Billy. Their faces were so close, she wished he’d kiss her, show her some softness. Her chest rested against a rock wall, her vagina was crammed full with unrelenting hardness.

  Behind her, Morgan’s hands cupped her butt and squeezed then pressed the flat of his palm against the base of the dildo and pushed it deeper at the same time the vibrations increased in strength.

  Her body shivered, and her pussy gripped Billy’s cock like a vise. Her breaths came in short, noisy gusts through her nose. She groaned loudly around the gag as tension curled and tightened inside her.

  “Don’t you dare come.”

  Billy’s tone was so deadly even, she thought he must have a will of iron. His cock was like a steel rod inside her, so he had to be aroused. However, his arms held her effortlessly; his belly remained rigid against hers. Not a single shiver racked his body—

  not like the palsied quivers working all along the length of her channel.

  Then Morgan pulled the vibrator out of her ass and tossed it away. Latex snapped.

  His body came up snugly against her back, and his hands parted her, this time to allow his cock to seek her back entrance.

  Billy leaned slightly back, bringing her with him, letting her legs swing slightly forward, just enough to expose her asshole for Morgan. His cock pushed against her, the blunt crown sliding in lubricant, but still so broad she felt as though a post was shoving up inside her. Her muscles burned and stretched.