by Juniper Bell
The first thing I heard when I came back to earth was Simon’s voice in my ear. “All mine, sweet,” he said. Redundant, but apparently he felt the need to repeat it.
The next thing I heard was the sound of someone clapping.
Someone clapping? That wasn’t right. My eyes flew open and tried to focus. Outside our pool of light, in the shadows of the doorway, stood a dark figure. What the fuck? I twisted around on Simon’s lap to face the intruder. Simon hugged strong arms around me.
“Ethan?”
“Simon. And Dana. Well done.”
“I didn’t expect you back until tomorrow.” Simon’s voice was tight.
“I was lucky enough to catch an earlier flight.”
Why on earth were they discussing travel plans while I was all bare-breasted and wet-pussied in front of them?
“We need to talk,” Simon said to Ethan.
“Oh?”
“Yes. There are some things we need to discuss.”
“Unusual.” He had a voice like gravel. And that killer British accent.
“Yes.”
“May I approach?”
Simon paused. I tensed. “Yes,” he said.
Ethan Cowell stepped forward. I held my breath as he came close. When the light hit his face, I saw he was not at all what I’d imagined. He wasn’t all suave the way he sounded on the phone. He looked rugged, with graying blond hair and ice blue eyes, like a Norwegian ski champion.
He stepped closer. My nostrils flared, like an animal picking up a strange scent. Something wild and promising, like the ozone you smell in the air before it rains. When he stood before me, scanning my body, I shrank back against Simon. A silent current of communication ran between us. Simon’s grip around my waist made me feel secure, not trapped. I knew it was a test. Could I handle Ethan Cowell?
“Beautiful,” said Ethan. He reached out and touched one of my nipples.
Already hard, it stiffened even more. How had he known my nipples still craved some contact? He touched it lightly, then flicked the other one. My body reacted with a little jump. Simon’s arms tightened around me. His cock twitched against my leg. He was enjoying this. And surprisingly, I didn’t feel the panic I’d expected. Instead, a weird thrill went through me. There was something in Ethan’s touch, something electric and alien.
Safe in Simon’s arms, I sighed and surrendered to the pleasure of having my breasts caressed by this stranger. I wasn’t alone in my arousal. Simon was rock hard. I was starting to drift into a narco-haze when Simon pulled me away.
“No, Ethan. It’s not going to work. I’ve decided to let Dana go.”
That snapped me right out of it. “We already talked about this!”
“But I haven’t changed my mind, darling.”
Ethan looked back and forth between the two of us. “I can resolve this very simply. Dana, you’re rehired. I’m the senior partner, and I have ultimate authority over personnel decisions.”
Simon jumped to his feet, dragging me with him. “Maybe so, but there’s one decision that’s not up to you. I quit.”
“What?” Ethan narrowed his eyes to slits of quartz. My mouth gaped open.
“Dana, you’re coming with me!” With one hand, Simon yanked me across the room. His other hand was busy trying to zip his pants over his erection. We must have been quite a sight. My blouse was still hanging open, and my skirt halfway up my thighs.
“Hey!” I dug in my heels and leaned back. We probably looked like some kind of cartoon. An X-rated Road Runner. “Stop!”
We stopped right at the door, in the shadows. I lowered my voice so only Simon could hear. “This isn’t about me, is it?”
“What are you talking about? Of course it is.”
“No. It’s you. You’re not trying to protect me. You’re trying to protect yourself.”
In the dimness, I could barely make out his face, but I didn’t need eyes to know how Simon felt. I felt it in my bones, in my skin.
“Okay, I admit it,” he said, reluctantly. “It’s me.”
“Why?”
“It turns out I don’t want to share you.”
Share me.
Once again, a strange shiver danced through my body. Not disgust, like you would think. More like fascination. Anticipation. Yeah, something like that.
“You’re mine, Dana. Not Ethan’s. Mine.”
“Oh, Simon,” I said slowly. “My heart is yours. Completely yours. The rest…”
“What are you saying?”
I drew close to him, close enough to whisper in his ear. His cheek brushed against mine, and I felt the beginnings of stubble, smelled the scent of our sex. Heard again the sound of Ethan Cowell clapping. “I…liked it. With you and him, together.”
“Ah.”
“I started imagining all the possibilities. Doesn’t it turn you on, thinking about it?” I reached for his pants, and sure enough, his cock hadn’t gone down a bit. “You don’t have to quit the company. Leave everything you’ve worked for. Walk out on your mentor.” I fondled him as I talked. “I’m yours, inside and out. You never have to doubt that. You can have your cake and eat it too.”
“Don’t you mean I can have you and eat you too?” The wink in his voice told me Simon was back to his normal self.
“Yes. And share some with your partner.”
His cock jumped. I felt an answering heat in my groin.
“But Dana, Ethan’s going to want more. He’s going to want things that imagination of yours might not have pictured.”
I’d already thought of that. “Simon, as long as you’re with me, I’ll be okay. I know you wouldn’t let anything too bad happen. Tell him that’s my condition. You have to be there.”
Simon bent his head and light glinted off his eyes. “You really are one of a kind. You want me to negotiate with Ethan?”
“Why not? Isn’t that what businesspeople do? I’m sure Mr. Cowell doesn’t want to lose his longtime partner.”
He curved his hand around my cheek. “I was right. You are perfect,” he whispered in my ear. “Now wait here.”
I waited while Simon walked back to the desk, where Ethan was thumbing his Blackberry. They bent their heads together, glossy black and grizzled blond. Two powerful men, talking about me. The thought made my heart race. I flashed back to the erotic sensation of Ethan fondling me while Simon held me still. My nipples hardened, and I felt faint.
After a little while, Simon beckoned to me. I walked toward them, fully aware of their eyes on my unbuttoned blouse and erect nipples. Simon smiled and spoke in a tender voice that made my heart melt. “I’ve explained the situation to Ethan. He’s quite taken with you, though he understands how things are between us.”
I stole a quick glance in Ethan’s direction, but his expression was hard to read. Taken with me, was he? The compliment warmed me.
“He wants to keep both of us. He’s willing to accept the terms I laid out. He knows you and I have our own special relationship, and that you want me to be present for all your duties. He will agree to this, with one stipulation.”
He paused, and suddenly I felt awkward. I lifted my hands to button my blouse.
“Don’t,” said Ethan in a way that made my hands drop to my sides before I even realized it. Senior partner, my ass. More like senior boss-of-the-world. “Before we officially engage you as Cowell and Dirk’s receptionist, I require proof you’ll be amenable to my attentions.”
“Proof?” The word sounded like it came from a squeaky chew-toy. “What kind of proof?”
“A leap of faith, Ms. Arthur. One encounter should tell me what I need to know. A job interview of sorts. Do you agree?”
His tone was all business. Intimidating. Suddenly I realized what the ice blue color of his eyes reminded me of—this bottle of vodka behind the bar at a club Brandi and I go to all the time. A pale blue frosted bottle that we never order because it’s so freaking expensive. We call it jackpot vodka because that’s what we’d drink if we ever won the lot
tery.
Ethan Cowell had jackpot vodka eyes. And they were probing my very soul, looking for an answer.
I could leave. I could. I knew that.
But I didn’t. Slowly, I nodded.
The two men glanced at each other. Ethan stepped forward. “Did you get the package I sent?”
“Yes,” answered Simon.
“Is it installed?”
“Yes.” Simon opened a drawer and tossed a remote control to Ethan. Another remote control! I shivered. I wasn’t sure I could take any more of that particular toy. But this was something completely different. As Ethan pressed a button, one of the acoustic panels on the ceiling slid open and something lowered down. It was a hook.
Panicked, I looked at Simon, but his reassuring smile relaxed me. Strange, I realized. I really did trust him.
“Grab onto that hook,” said Ethan. The sound of his senior-partner voice had a weird effect on me. Like I’d better hop to it. I walked to the hook and lifted my hands to the cold steel. The motion made my blouse fall away from my breasts.
“Wait,” said Ethan. He came close to me and pulled my hands down so he could push the blouse off my shoulders. “I think I’d prefer you to be naked for this.”
Naked. My stomach shimmied with excitement. Being next to Ethan was like standing next to a wild animal. His presence was thrillingly powerful. I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. As if hypnotized, I let him take off my blouse, then stepped out of the skirt of my power suit. I stood naked under the eyes of these two men, one green-eyed and sexy, one vodka-eyed and fascinating. In another life, before Simon, it would have freaked me out. But Simon was right there, and even though I didn’t look over at him, I felt his silent support. We were in this together.
I was already turned on, wetness growing between my thighs. This was a test, a job interview. But, I realized, all I had to do was…nothing. Give over all control to my two bosses. The thought was incredibly freeing. All my life I’d struggled and taken care of myself. Now I had two men, powerful, strong men, to take the worry off my shoulders.
“Now, lift your arms again,” said Ethan.
Up in the air they went, until I was gripping the hook. I stood on tiptoes to reach it. He tied my hands to it. With my body stretched out like that, all my nerves thrummed. My skin pebbled with anticipation. Cowell walked around me, stroking whatever part of me he felt like. Across my nipples. Around my neck. Down my backbone. “You have a lovely body. I’d like to see you in a corset sometime. Are you willing to wear whatever we request?”
I nodded, faint from the sensation of his hand on the upper part of my ass.
He cupped my ass and probed into my heat. “Will you be willing to display yourself to our clients as necessary, according to business and personal needs? Note that I say display, nothing more.”
I hesitated.
“As long as Simon is present and agrees to it, of course,” Ethan added.
Simon winked at me reassuringly. Damn it. I did trust him. I nodded.
Ethan pinched my burning clit and plunged two fingers into me. I moaned before I could help it. How could a stranger make me feel this way? I shot a wondering glance at Simon, who was watching with a smile. I knew that smile. He was totally turned on.
Ethan’s fingers left my pussy and he pressed the flat of his palms against my nipples. I moved my hips in the empty air, longing for the lost contact. “Will you be willing to suck me off whenever I so request?”
I tried to rub my legs together. Right now, I’d agree to anything. I was one burning ball of whatever-he-wanted. I nodded, gasping.
“Spread your legs apart.”
Except that! I moaned in protest, but he put one knee between my legs and pushed them apart. “Simon?”
Simon stepped forward.
“Help yourself to her nipples.”
Simon put a hand on each of my breasts, while Ethan grabbed a handful of my burning pussy. He was merciless, rubbing and taunting my crotch while, with his other hand, he kneaded my ass, grinding me against his hand. Simon latched his mouth onto one nipple and used his fingers on the other. I screamed at the sensations hurtling through me. It was like being shot into outer space. Writhing, I whimpered. “Please, please…”
“Will you receive either one of us, or both together, in any way we want?”
“Y…es.”
“Will you accept those punishments that may be called for?”
I hesitated, and he did something with his thumb on my clit that made me writhe. “Yes,” I gasped.
“Will you agree to join this firm in a pursuit of mutual pleasure?”
“Yes. Please…”
“Stand still.”
It was the hardest thing I’d ever done in my life—stopping my body from its frenzied dance. But I did it. Ethan pulled out a blindfold made of black material. The last thing I saw were his fierce blue eyes, before the world disappeared. Immediately I plunged into a new world made entirely of dark smells and burning touches. I became the prey of two wild creatures. Two bodies began walking around me, four hands feeling every part of me. I couldn’t tell who was who. Was that Ethan fingering the crease in my ass? Was that Simon circling my lips with his thumb, reminding me I needed to be open, to receive? Who was it who parted my folds to pinch my clit, while the other one stood behind me and plucked at my nipples until great shudders wracked my body? Who was it who knew exactly how close I was to the edge and stepped away, making the other one pause too?
One of them rammed his cock inside me. Shudders of pleasure rocketed through my stretched-out body, all the way up to my hands, still wrapped around the steel hook. The other pressed his cock against me from behind. I moaned. Someone, I didn’t know who, grunted in my ear. I smelled male sweat mixed with my own arousal. I rocked my hips forward and back, mindlessly seeking hard flesh in every direction. I was softness surrounded by strength, pure need grinding against primal satisfaction. Then the cock pulled out, leaving my pussy pulsing against emptiness. A hand stroked my ass and fingered the hole there.
“Have you taken her ass yet?” Ethan’s gravelly voice broke through my trance. I tensed.
“No.” Simon answered tersely. “As per our agreement.”
“Senior partner does have its perks. Dana, I’m going to give you one last chance to walk away. I wanted to wait, but now I’ve got your gorgeous ass swaying in front of me, with that sweet little hole just begging for a taste of my cock, I’m afraid that’s not going to be possible. Are you willing to let me fuck your ass?”
“Properly lubricated and prepared,” said Simon hastily.
“Naturally. I intend for you to enjoy it, Dana. Think of it. Two strong cocks inside you at the same time. Two men fucking you until you can’t see straight. Do you want that, or do you want to go home like a good little girl before this goes any farther? You and Simon can…date, I suppose.”
My thighs shook. My body trembled as I hung from the hook. Feverish waves kept sweeping through me as Ethan fondled my ass and Simon played with my dripping clit. Oh, it was unfair. Walk away? Not even an option. Date Simon? Sure, but only after I’d given my body what it craved.
“Yes,” I gasped.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, please. Please do it.”
“Do what, precisely?” That freakin’ British accent nearly set me off right then and there.
“Fuck me. Back there.” My mind was so crazed I couldn’t remember the word.
He chuckled. “Close enough. Simon?”
A long moment passed that felt suspended in space and time. Then something cool and moist circled the rim of my hole. My flesh clenched, then an alien finger probed inside me.
At my front, a tongue licked my clit and I realized it must be Simon. He must be on his knees at my pussy. The thought made me moan. I shook with pleasure under his seeking tongue. I felt my ass cheeks being spread apart, then a strange sensation took hold in my rear. A sense of invasion. Of fullness. Of being stretched to the limit, and beyond.<
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“God, she’s tight.” Ethan groaned in my ear.
At my pussy, I felt Simon smile. He flicked his tongue against my clit and I came, helpless to stop it. It was a little orgasm, enough to take the pressure off, but not enough to satisfy me.
“I’m sorry,” I gasped, remembering how Simon hadn’t wanted me to come until he told me to.
“That’s quite all right. This time.” Ethan pressed his cock deeper into my ass. “You’re still in the training period. In the future, we expect you to have better control of yourself.”
I nodded like a bobble-head. The pole in my back passage thrust deeper, until I knew he had to be all the way in, because I felt his thighs against my skin. “Oh, God,” I moaned. My body gripped the invading flesh. It was uncomfortable, yet addictive. I wanted it out, yet I wanted it deeper. And more than anything, I wanted to be filled completely. No empty space. No questions.
As if he read my mind (of course he could), Simon gripped the sides of my hips and, in one strong motion, thrust his cock in to the absolute hilt. I screamed as the two thick rods filled me front and back. How had I ever lived without this? Simon’s chest flattened my breasts. The heat of his skin told me he was shirtless. Ethan, his breath hot on my neck, reached around to my clit. Or was he feeling Simon’s cock? Or both? Didn’t matter.
I was squeezed between two hot hunks of flesh, two primitive animals who hungered for me, only me. I shuddered and cried hot tears. Tears of joy, of fear, of halleluiah, of a million different things.
Slowly, Ethan drew out, while Simon stayed deep. Then Ethan plunged in, and I thought I’d burst apart. But just in time, Simon withdrew to the tip of his cock. They played together like that, working me back and forth, until I was on fire, mad with craving, gibbering like a lunatic.
“Oh, please, fuck me, please fuck me, fuck me good, harder, yes, even harder…” I wanted all they could give me. I wanted every inch of those two hard cocks to fuck me until I lost my mind. With my hands restrained, I used the movements of my body to tell them what I wanted. I shamelessly rubbed my nipples against Simon’s chest, and ground my clit against Ethan’s rough hand.
“I can’t hold back any more.” Ethan grunted. “You ready?”