Their Famous Dominant (Office Intrigue, 4)

by Nicole Edwards

  “Are you?”

  “No.” While the word rang with self-assuredness, I didn’t feel it. What Trent and I had was not mere friendship. Even though I was upset with him, I couldn’t deny it. However, I wasn’t about to tell my mother that. She would likely tell me all the reasons I shouldn’t date him.

  My eyes continued to dart toward the front door. I was waiting for Zeke to come back inside. For whatever reason, the man made me feel safe. Without him here, I feared someone would rush through the door and … I wasn’t sure what I expected them to do, but it left me with a queasy feeling.

  “Clarissa?”

  “Hmm?” I replied absently, continuing to watch the door.

  “What’s going on, honey?”

  My gaze swung to my mother. “Nothing. I told you. Some reporters got wind of me hanging around with a friend of mine and now they’re stalking me for a story. It’s no big deal.”

  “Oh, it’s a big deal,” she countered before sipping her coffee. “While I love you with my whole heart, you don’t show up here unannounced. Ever.”

  She was right. I didn’t. Usually.

  Unfortunately, I didn’t know where else to go. Zeke had informed me of the paparazzo they’d found lurking around Xander’s building and he said it wasn’t safe for me to be there right now. He suggested I find somewhere to hide out from the media while they could look into the intruder. Since I’d pretty much packed up everything, Xander was having my things transferred to Mercedes’s condo at that very moment. I wouldn’t have to go back to my house unless I absolutely wanted to.

  And I didn’t.

  Someone had been there. Someone I didn’t know.

  My hands still trembled.

  What I really wanted to do was to run to Trent and Troy and let them shelter me from this storm. However, I’d never been the sort of girl who ran and hid from anything, so I wasn’t sure why I was compelled to now.

  “He must care about you if he’s got a bodyguard on you twenty-four seven,” my mother said, clearly trying to probe further.

  “It’s just standard operating procedure, Mom. Zeke is doing him a favor. It won’t last forever.”

  “Well, at least the bodyguard’s cute.”

  “Mom!” I couldn’t believe she said that.

  “What? I might be old, but I’m not dead.”

  Gag me.

  “Is he single?” She winked. “Not for me, dear. I’m thinking you and he would make a cute couple.”

  “Mom, no. Just … no. Zeke is my friend. Nothing more. But it doesn’t matter. The last thing I’m worried about is a man.” Technically, I was too preoccupied with two men to be worried about another.

  “How’s work?” she asked, clearly catching on to the fact that I was avoiding the other subject.

  “It’s slow right now.” I wrapped my hands around my coffee mug. “But I was offered a job.”

  Her face lit up. “Really? Doing what?”

  I knew if I wanted to get out of this job in Chicago, my mother would be the one to back me up on it. Figuring I had nothing to lose by telling her, I blurted it out. “It’s with a firm in Chicago. I’d be their in-house legal counsel for their contracts.”

  “Oh, my God, honey!” Her eyes widened.

  Here it comes. She’s going to tell me there’s no way I can up and move to another state.

  “That’s fantastic, Clarissa.”

  I nearly snorted coffee through my nose. “What?” I couldn’t believe my ears.

  “I assume it’s as good as it sounds if you’re considering it.”

  Well, shit. “It’s … well, yes. It’s a great opportunity.”

  “When do you start?”

  “I … uh … wh—” This was not the response I’d expected. “You aren’t worried that I’d be moving to Chicago?”

  Her eyes lit up. “I’ve always wanted to visit Chicago. I hear they have the best pizza. That means I’d be able to come visit. You could show me around.”

  “But I wouldn’t be here,” I argued.

  Her eyes narrowed somewhat. “Is there something holding you here?”

  “Well, not necessarily. Except all my family is here.”

  “But I can come visit and you know you’re welcome here anytime. I’m sure your father would be thrilled for you to stay with him.”

  Yeah. I wasn’t taking that bait.

  “I don’t know, Mom. It’s a huge step. I haven’t thought it all the way through yet.”

  She stared back at me. Dark brown eyes perused my face and I was almost positive she could read my thoughts. Before she could launch into a counterargument, the front door opened and Zeke walked in. Tank’s ears perked up as he lifted his head.

  “Can I get you something to drink, Mr. Lautner?”

  Zeke’s deep voice rumbled from somewhere behind me but I wasn’t paying attention. I still couldn’t believe my mother was all gung-ho about me going to Chicago. It appeared the only one having an issue with it was me.

  But was I really having an issue? Every time I thought about the job opportunity, butterflies erupted in my belly. It was everything I’d ever dreamed of. I had a chance to start over, to prove my worth.

  “I just got off the phone with Ransom,” Zeke was saying. “They’re on their way to Chicago.”

  They’d left? Already?

  My heart fell, my chest constricting. I’d thought I had a little time to make a decision as to whether or not I wanted to go with them. Clearly, that wasn’t the case.

  Someone cleared their throat, pulling me back to the present. I glanced over to see my mother standing near the stove.

  “Would you like one, honey?”

  “One what?” I was lost.

  “Grilled cheese and ham,” Zeke said with wide eyes. Clearly the man was a fan.

  “No, I’m good. Thanks.” I wasn’t sure I could eat ever again.

  I motioned toward the hallway as I pushed to my feet. “I’m gonna go to the bedroom.”

  “Keep the blinds closed,” Zeke warned.

  Yeah, yeah, yeah. I knew the routine.

  As I walked toward the guest bedroom, I couldn’t feel my legs. In fact, I couldn’t feel any part of my body.

  Trent and Troy had gone to Chicago without me.

  What the hell was I supposed to do now?

  Trent

  LOSING MYSELF IN TROY WAS the only thing I wanted to do.

  I didn’t want to think about Chatter or the business at hand. I didn’t want to think about the scathing email from Ken or his blatant disregard for my career. And I damn sure didn’t want to think about how empty I felt knowing Clarissa was back in Texas battling the reporters and a fucking stalker with the help of Zeke Lautner.

  No. This was the only thing I wanted.

  “I want to hear you, boy,” I demanded, freeing Troy’s cock from between my lips.

  “Yes, Master,” he whispered huskily.

  Tightening my fist around the base of his cock, I sucked him into my mouth again, relishing the smoothness of his skin, the unique taste of his pre-cum. The sounds he made spurred me on. Between the intermittent moans and the deep bellows as he said, “More, Master. I need more,” I was right where I wanted to be.

  “Oh, fuck … Master … that … oh, God that feels good.”

  His body jerked and twitched, but I was proud of him for not moving his hands. I wanted to restrain him, but I was going to wait until we were on the ground before I did that. While the plane was relatively safe, I didn’t want to risk him getting hurt. Had he opted for the bedroom, I might’ve considered it. Since he’d selected my office—which had been surprising—I couldn’t take the chance.

  I fondled his balls, rolling them between my fingers while I coated his cock with saliva, sliding up and down repeatedly. I was experimenting. Trying to figure out what he enjoyed most. Since I was a novice at this, I damn sure wasn’t going to assume.

  “Fuck, Master … I need …” He growled long and low.

  “What do
you need, boy?” I asked as I released him and got to my feet.

  “More,” he said, his chest heaving as he stared back at me.

  “More what?” I grabbed his legs and turned him. “Lie back. All the way.”

  In this position, he could lie down without hanging over the edge.

  “Now pull your knees up to your chest.”

  When he did, I bent over and put my mouth on his cock once again. I laved him with my tongue, alternating between sucking and licking, all the while fondling his balls while he growled and moaned, murmuring my name again and again.

  “Please, Master … put a—”

  I lifted my head and stared down at him. “What, boy? Tell me what you need.”

  His eyes widened as he held my gaze. “Will you lick my ass, Master?”

  As the words came out, a shiver racked his entire body.

  I smiled, proud that he’d voiced his needs. “With pleasure.”

  Planting my hands on the backs of his thighs, I forced his legs closer to his chest as I leaned down and licked his balls, allowing my tongue to inch along his taint, then rim his asshole.

  “Fuck!” His entire body bucked.

  I took that as positive reinforcement, so I continued tormenting his asshole with my tongue while stroking his cock slowly, firmly. My dick was iron hard, desperate to feel the tight confines of his body again. I managed to ignore my own needs, wanting to focus solely on my submissive. There would be plenty of time to get what I needed.

  When Troy reached for my head, I grabbed his wrist.

  “Put your hands over your head and grip the edge of the desk,” I barked. “Don’t move.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  When he got into position, I slicked my fingers with saliva, then inserted them into his ass while I sucked his cock into my mouth once again. I knew he was close and I only hoped he remembered my instruction.

  I took my time teasing him, tormenting him. Enjoying him.

  “Master! Oh, fuck … may I come, Master? Please let me come in your mouth. Please … fuck.”

  I paused long enough to give him permission before returning to my feast. I fucked his ass with two saliva-slicked fingers, wishing I had lube. Not wanting to hurt him, I focused on his cock, bobbing up and down, hollowing out my cheeks as I took him to the back of my throat.

  I continued until he roared loudly, his cock jerking in my mouth, pulsing against my tongue as he came. I didn’t immediately release him, choosing to clean him with my tongue while I inched my fingers out of his ass.

  When I stood tall, I watched Troy. He was still breathing hard, his eyes closed.

  “From here on out, whenever I give you an orgasm, I want you to thank me.”

  His eyes opened and they appeared slightly dazed. “Thank you, Master.”

  “Stay there. I’ll be right back.”

  I slipped out of the office and into the bathroom. I took a few minutes to wash up while I planned out my next move.

  *

  When I returned to the office a short time later, I found Troy kneeling on the floor beside my desk. I wouldn’t deny that it pleased me to see him like that.

  After placing the items I’d retrieved on the desk, I walked over and put my hand on his head, but I didn’t allow him to stand.

  “Look at me, boy.”

  He lifted his eyes to mine.

  “What’s on your mind?”

  His eyes heated, as though it thrilled him that I had asked the question. He was always so responsive.

  “May I suck your cock, Master?”

  A shiver shot through me at the request. I’d felt his mouth on me before, but I still craved it. I’d had the pleasure of coming down his throat and I could think of little else besides fucking his face, taking my pleasure because it was being offered.

  “I won’t be gentle,” I told him, simply because I wanted to see his reaction. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”

  “Positive, Master.”

  Taking my time, I freed my cock from my slacks, watching him the entire time. I stroked myself, enjoying the way his eyes dropped to the movement, his mouth opening slightly.

  When I could take no more, I slid one hand into his hair. “Keep your hands at your sides. I only want your mouth.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  I tightened my grip on his hair and he moaned. I’d learned he enjoyed that simple movement. It spoke to the submissive in him, I knew.

  “I won’t stop until I come down your throat. If at any time you need to stop, place your hands on my thighs. But don’t touch me otherwise.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  With a rough tug on his hair, I pulled his head forward and fed my dick into his mouth. The warm suction enveloped me, dragging a groan from my chest. The man had a way of settling me. I wasn’t sure why that was and I knew it wasn’t a new development, either.

  Over the years, Troy had become more than my assistant. He was probably my closest friend, the man I trusted in every aspect of my world. I’d go so far as to say at some point, I’d fallen in love with him. Perhaps I’d confused that with lust since I’d never been with a man before. However, this thing between us went far beyond that. I felt whole when he was with me.

  Once my cock was lodged as far as I could go in his mouth, I retreated slowly, placing my other hand in his hair and holding him in place. I thrust my hips forward, back, taking my time, enjoying the way his tongue rasped along my sensitive shaft. It was heaven and hell at the same time.

  I pushed all other thoughts out of my head and focused only on Troy and the pleasure he was offering. I fucked his mouth thoroughly, not rushing. He had asked for this and I intended to see it through to the end.

  Several minutes later, I picked up my pace. Tightening my grip on his hair, I pulled his face into my groin, lodging my cock in the back of his throat. I held him there momentarily until he gagged. I released him, then did it again and again. His hands remained at his sides, but I paid close attention to his face. It was my responsibility to assess the scene, to ensure he wasn’t taking more than he could handle.

  After several more minutes, I pulled free from his mouth and forced him to look up at me.

  “Color?”

  “Green, Master.” His eyes were glazed, his lips shining with saliva.

  “Good. Now I’m gonna fuck your face until I come.”

  “Please, Master.”

  The plea in his tone nearly leveled me.

  Jerking him forward, I fed him my cock again. This time I didn’t go easy on him. I fucked his mouth roughly, trusting him to stop me if necessary. His soft moans had delicious vibrations racing along my shaft. I held out for as long as I could, grunting and groaning as I drove into his mouth hard and fast, my hands tightly wound in his hair.

  “Fuck, boy. I’m gonna come,” I groaned roughly. “Swallow me. Swallow me, now!”

  The head of my cock lodged in his throat and I jerked as I came in a rush, spilling my seed straight down his throat. When he had milked me dry, I pulled out of his mouth and stared down at him.

  I nodded toward the desk and grinned. “Now for the toy I promised you.”

  I was still hard, still aching. I knew I would never get enough. Not of him.

  And now that it was over, I still wanted Troy.

  But I wanted Clarissa also.

  And the ache in my chest nearly took me to my knees.

  Troy

  MY ULTIMATE FANTASY HAD JUST come true for the second time in as many days.

  Only now that it was over, I could feel the shift in the air, see the change in Master almost immediately.

  Even as he lubed up that damn toy and pressed it against my ass, he was thinking about Clarissa. How I knew that, I wasn’t sure, but I did. She had hurt him by running away. I knew that he’d hurt her, too, with the things he’d said. But the bottom line was, they needed each other. And I needed them.

  I knew I had to do something to fix this. They were both being stubborn, and the
more time that went by, the greater the chance of them increasing the distance. My boss wasn’t usually a stubborn man. Not in a selfish sense. He was the sort to make informed decisions, thinking things through, not reacting with emotions. However, like most people, he did have walls that he put up to keep certain people out.

  Like I’d told Clarissa, everyone wanted something from Master. Everyone. And he deserved people in his life who weren’t there to take from him.

  So how did I get her to see reason?

  “How does that feel?” he asked, his warmth moving away from my legs. I had been kneeling on the desk, bent over with my head on the wood.

  I shifted my ass a little. “Not the most pleasant thing in the world,” I admitted.

  He chuckled. “Give it time. You may get dressed, boy,” Trent said. “And bring me my laptop. I’m going to work for a bit.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  I got to my feet and headed out of the office. He followed behind and slipped into the bathroom.

  I dressed quickly, then retrieved his laptop from my bag and delivered it to him when he returned. I quietly closed the door to give him some privacy before making my way back to my seat. I pressed the button to call Jill. When she appeared, I requested coffee for both of us but informed her I would deliver Master’s to him. A few minutes later, she returned with two mugs and a stainless-steel carafe, offering a smile before disappearing once more.

  After taking Master his coffee, I returned to my seat and grabbed my iPad and my phone. I checked my text messages. The only one I’d received was from Zeke, informing me they had made it to Clarissa’s mother’s house and all was well.

  As for what that meant exactly, I wasn’t sure. And I wasn’t going to question the bodyguard. He knew his job better than I did. Master obviously trusted Zeke to keep her safe, so I did too.

  I spent some time going through email and rearranging a few things on Master’s schedule as needed. I also shot a text to the Chicago apartment manager to ensure groceries were delivered. I had moved the timeline up since this was an impromptu visit, but I trusted things to get done.

  Master didn’t emerge from his office until the captain came on the speaker to announce we would be making our descent. When he joined me at the table, I watched him warily for a moment. I didn’t get a chance to say anything before he started listing off things he needed to get done. I jotted them all down quickly.