Restraining the Receptionist: ...the Receptionist, Book 2 Page 9

  We poured ourselves coffee in Styrofoam cups. I made a note to myself to bring mugs to the office and save a few trees. Or weird plasticky chemicals, in this case. I didn’t mind washing a cup now and then.

  “You look good, sweetheart,” said Simon, low in my ear. “You’re doing okay?”

  “I’m perfect,” I told him with a wink.

  He finally cracked a smile. “We all know that already.”

  I flipped my hair over my shoulder, feeling saucy and fine. “Shall we convene in your office? Or Ethan’s perhaps?”

  “Mine,” said Ethan, without expression. The man pulled off enigmatic like nobody’s business. But I knew him by now. Hardass with a heart of gold. Or a dick of gold, in this case.

  As always, my wisecracks, even when unspoken, helped me cope with my nerves. My hands were shaking as I led them into Ethan’s office. Ethan positioned himself by the window, arms crossed. Simon stayed close to me. I perched on the desk, legs crossed. The slit in my skirt exposed my legs up to the thigh. Simon’s gaze slid up my leg and settled on my crotch. But Ethan’s stayed glued to my face.

  “Well?” Ethan challenged me. “I offered you a choice. And I promised to live by it. But I’m not a patient man. I’m not used to putting someone else in the driver’s seat. So let’s not drag this out.”

  “But darling…” I put my hands on the desk behind me, arched my back and raised one eyebrow. “I so adore it when you drag things out,” I purred seductively. At least I hoped.

  It must have worked because his eyes went cobalt blue, the way they did when he was telling me to take off my top or touch myself.

  I trailed my hand down my top to my nipple, which I pinched. That felt good, but I knew something that would feel even better. I took my fingers to my mouth, licked them until they were soaking wet, then rubbed myself through my white top until the fabric clung to me. “I’ve brought you guys a present,” I told them. “But you’ll have to find it.”

  Simon glanced around the office. Ethan kept his gaze on me.

  “I’ll give you a clue,” I added. “It’s somewhere you’ve both spent a lot of time.” And then I shut up. Ethan figured it out first. He strode to the desk and shouldered Simon aside. Eyes burning into me, he pushed up my skirt and shoved my legs apart. I was bare underneath the red fabric.

  My new piercing winked back at him. A vertical bar with two delicious balls, one on each end, adorned the flesh above my clit. One of those balls had a way of brushing against my clit in a delicately arousing sexual reminder. The other, steady and sure, counterbalanced it. Perfect harmony.

  “You did it.”

  “Well, Bobby O did it.”

  “It looks…stunning.” His voice thickened with desire. “May I?”

  “Yeah, it healed faster than I thought. Even the healing process was, um, stimulating.” All kinds of sensations had played across my pussy. It had been better than a movie.

  He gently ran his index finger across the bar, then wiggled the little gold ball that nestled against my clit. Heaven. My eyes drifted shut from sheer anticipation. This exact scenario had played through my mind so many times over the past week.

  “I assume you’re resuming your duties here at Cowell and Dirk?” He pressed the ball against my clit and my heart stuttered.

  “Yes.”

  I opened my eyes to meet Simon’s, dark with thought. He hung back from the two of us. “This is what I need, Simon.”

  He stuck his hands in his pockets. Fear fluttered in my gut. What if his thoughts had taken a different path? What if he no longer wanted to share? I couldn’t read his expression. “And the deal?”

  I looked from Ethan to Simon. I sensed the powerful urge within Ethan. He could barely keep himself from attacking my newly pierced body. He was such an animal. I loved it. I craved it. “We don’t need that deal anymore. We’re all working for the same team. We don’t need any barriers between us.”

  Simon’s scar twitched. His beautiful wound. “And us?”

  “I still love you, just as I did before. But I love Ethan too. I need you both. Are you okay with that?”

  I held my breath until he gave a slow nod. “Can’t blame you for something I feel myself.” His scar twitched with his smile. Sheer gratitude flooded through me. How I loved that man.

  Then Ethan snuggled one finger inside me, and pressed the ball between that finger and the thumb. I released a long, loud, unstoppable moan. “Fuck,” I gasped when he stopped. “I don’t think I can take it.”

  “You’ll take it. And more.” Ethan’s eyes flashed with a wicked threat. “You don’t know what you’ve unleashed. You may regret your decision. Too late now.”

  I shivered deliciously. That’s what I wanted from him. Menace, danger, excitement…and the bone-deep knowledge that I wouldn’t get hurt.

  Chapter Ten

  “Turn over, little miss. How dare you skip two weeks of work? Do you understand what kind of inconvenience that put us to?” Ethan’s gravelly voice cracked like a whip. That voice…

  I hurried to get on my hands and knees. I’d never knelt on top of the desk before. It felt strange, like being up on a stage. A stinging slap came next, then warm cradling from roughened hands.

  “Simon.”

  “Yeah.”

  “Make her come. Use your hand. Take that piercing out for a whirl.” Another slap on my ass cheek made me burn.

  “Dana. Down on your elbows. I want that ass nice and high. Arch your back. And spread your knees for Simon.”

  I did as directed, eating up every word he said to me, every nuance of that riveting voice. With absolute trust, I gave myself over to his voice, letting it guide me and direct me. Still, I felt no hand where I wanted it most.

  “Simon, touch her. Do it. Feel that hard metal in all that lovely soft flesh. She did that for us, mate. That pussy is ours.” Another whack on my ass. I braced myself against his blows. They didn’t hurt so much as turn me into someone else, someone who had no idea what was coming next and no control over whatever it was.

  Finally a warm finger tentatively touched my clit. It explored the folds of my pussy until it reached the little ball. With tiny, nervous movements, the finger moved the ball back and forth. I groaned. That delicate stimulation only touched the tip of the iceberg of my needs. For two weeks I’d dreamed of this moment, never touching myself.

  Thank God for Ethan, he understood. He clamped his own hand over Simon’s—doubling the pressure—and ground their two palms against my pussy. With his other hand, he pushed my chest all the way down to the desk. My head pillowed on my arms. I sighed with happiness and flew into the bliss zone. I’d been reduced to an ass and a pussy, both thrust up in the air for two men to have their way with.

  Ethan didn’t take his hand from Simon’s. Together, they worked me, palming my pussy, rubbing that little ball against my clit. Juices poured out of my sex, then my body exploded into the sharpest, hardest orgasm I’d ever experienced. They rode me with their hands, wrenching every last spasm from my body, while I buried my shrieks in my elbow.

  No time to rest. I was still gasping when they lifted me up and maneuvered me so my legs dangled over the edge of the desk. Someone spread my thighs apart and nudged a hard cock against my lips. Right away my desire amped up all over again. I squirmed, trying to pull the cock inside me, but it had a plan of its own. It circled the rim of my pussy, taking its sweet time.

  “Here,” Ethan said in his deep, rumbling voice. He handed something to Simon, who apparently owned the hard-on currently making its way into me. I felt a cold sensation against my ass, then a hard probe entered me. I thought I knew all their toys, but this one was new. It gave off a low hum that made my ass clench onto it. The vibrations snaked all the way up my spine to the back of my head. It almost distracted me from what was happening to my pussy. Almost.

  “Drop your pants,” Ethan ordered Simon. “If you get her, I get you.”

  That seemed fair enough. The material of Simon’s pa
nts brushed against me as he lowered them. He readjusted, widening his legs and bending over me. Then, as one, they pushed forward, Ethan into Simon, Simon into me. Simon pushed my lower back against the desk and something miraculous happened. The upper ball of that bar pressed against the lowest part of my belly, and that pressure traveled deep inside me to a spot I never even knew existed.

  The glory of a brand new sensation flooded me. A sound I’d never heard before flew from my mouth. A keening, triumphant, begging sound. A sound to match this new discovery.

  The throbbing in my ass, the ultra sensitive new explosions inside me, and the weighty thrusts in my pussy left me nowhere to go but insane. And insane I went. I writhed against that desk like a crazed madwoman. I couldn’t even scream. The sensations were so intense they snatched away my breath. If I’d spoken, it would have been gibberish anyway. I flew into a world where nothing as organized as words existed. Only sounds, smells, sensations, urgent need, driving compulsion.

  I only vaguely knew what was happening to my body. I was being slammed against the desk by the weight of two relentless bodies. A cock was deep inside me, a hand kept me pinned to the spot where all the madness started. Nothing else remained. I didn’t know who I was, where I was, or how I’d gotten there. I became a beast, mindless and voracious.

  The orgasm wrenched through me. I spent myself on the desk, whimpering with infinite joy and gratitude. Simon gave a guttural cry, then arched and stiffened with his release, sending endless spurts of liquid inside me. No doubt Ethan was doing the same into his ass. I felt the impact of his final thrusts all the way through to my belly.

  They made me rest then. First they stripped me, took out the butt plug and blindfolded me. Emptied and drained, I curled up into a little nest they made for me in a rolling chair. They put the phones on voice mail, which was a good thing since the concept of words eluded me for some time after that. I floated down from my peak in a serene, dark cocoon, sometimes sleeping, sometimes dreaming, sometimes reliving what we’d just done.

  I heard their voices through my blissful fog. They were discussing some kind of business plan, Ethan at his desk, Simon pacing back and forth across the room. I phased in and out of awareness for some time, until I began to stir behind my blindfold.

  Then Ethan began a game. He pulled my rolling chair over to him, tweaked my nipple, then pushed the chair to Simon. Simon ran his finger over my lips until they parted. He pushed the chair back to Ethan. Ethan pulled my hair into a ponytail so tight my scalp tingled. Back to Simon, who attached a clip to each of my nipples. When he released his hand, the clips dragged at my breasts, sending a jolt through me. Something, a weight of some kind, was pulling them down, as if someone kept tugging on my nipples.

  Simon rolled me back to Ethan, who pulled at something—Chain? String?—joining the two clips. I cried out in surprise. I hadn’t known they were attached until that moment. Led by his hand, I sat up straight. He fastened something around my waist, a snug leather garment that tightened my ribs and pushed my breasts up. It curved with the small of my back, leaving my privates completely exposed and my nipples thrusting out. He ran his hands over them with an appreciative touch. By now they were on fire, with their adornments and weighted chain.

  Back to Simon. He too toyed with my nipples for a while, tugging me this way and that. I moaned and my pussy clenched on emptiness. He helped me from the chair and stood me up. I wavered on my feet. It’s hard to find your balance after you’ve been blindfolded and teased to distraction. He helped me into boots. Long vinyl boots with a zipper up the inseam. They went all the way to mid-thigh, where they buckled tight. My body relaxed, settling into these new constrictions.

  Ethan’s chair squeaked as he got to his feet. Every little noise seemed to jump at me. Even the distant murmur of traffic five floors below sounded louder than normal. I heard his shoes pad across the soft carpet. I knew when he reached me since all the little hairs on my skin served as an early warning system. They stood on end, announcing his arrival.

  “Very nice,” he said with rumbling approval. He felt the fit of the corset thingy and the tight boots. “Now I’m afraid you’re going to have to stay this way for a while. You don’t mind, I assume?”

  I shook my head. Time had little meaning at this point. Sensation was all. Ethan marched me to the window. Cool glass pressed against my shoulder blades and ass.

  “Legs apart, hands up.” When my legs were wide enough to satisfy him, he tied them down. “You didn’t know we had little brass rings in this floor, did you?”

  I shook my head. He took my outstretched arms and fastened my hands to the blinds overhead. I probably looked like those diagrams of the human body, arms wide, legs apart, nipples throbbing, pussy dripping…okay, my own personal kind of diagram.

  “On your knees, Simon. Lick her until she’s right on the edge. Mouth only. No penetration.”

  A rustling sound, then an eager mouth drew me in. He suckled me, taking full advantage of my piercing, until little whimpers spilled from my lips.

  “Stop. I know those sounds. Not another lick.” Simon backed away from me, after a last little bite on the tender inside of my thigh, right above the boot. I hung helpless at the window, a blindfolded, bound, dripping statue of desire.

  And that’s how I spent the next blank amount of time. Every so often, Simon or Ethan would pass by and deign to run a hand along my hot pussy or play with my clit and the little ball poised on top of it. They spent a lot of time on my nipples. Whenever the burn started to fade, one or the other of them would appear and tighten the nipple clamps. Once one of them took the clip off, took my swollen nipple into his mouth until I sobbed, then reattached the clip. I thought I would die from the deep, deep thrill.

  And there was more. I could never forget my position against the window. My back kept prickling as if someone were watching me. It could be anyone passing by outside. Hundreds of people might have caught a glimpse of a bound woman’s bare ass, set off with boots and a corset, flat against the glass. Whenever I thought about what someone might see if they just happened to look up, my arousal heightened like a volcano about to blow. Hot magma boiled inside me, and my bosses kept stirring it up.

  After some time, I have no idea how much, they untied me and let me slump against them. Simon held me, back against his chest, while Ethan took my hips, plunged in, and just about cracked me in half. He fucked me like the wild animal he was. But he’d met his match. No matter how hard he slammed, I wanted it harder. I urged him on with pleading grunts. When Ethan was done, he pushed me to my knees and switched places with Simon. While Ethan pulled my ponytail back, Simon took my mouth. He ravaged my throat as I sucked the inner walls of my mouth around his glorious shaft.

  I couldn’t see, but I knew Ethan was pinching Simon’s nipples as he came into my mouth. Simon gave a particular yelp when his nipples were being handled.

  More came after that, all kinds of more. Ethan hardened again against the back of my head. He flipped me over onto my back. Simon came down to his knees and gathered me onto his lap. I snuggled there happily, but there was no break for a hard worker like me. He leaned back so I sprawled on top of him. With the help of his hand, he slowly inserted his cock into my ass and slid ever so gently inside. Meanwhile, Ethan parted my thighs and eased himself inside my pussy. I took in a deep breath of air and let it out. On my exhale, they each went deeper.

  Ethan bent his head to my nipple chain and took it into his mouth. Like a dog worrying at a bone, he pulled at that chain until my nipples wanted to burst off my chest. I squirmed between the two of them, impaled front and back. As if synchronized, they kept moving deeper and deeper until they seemed to meet at my core, separated by a meaningless membrane. Now we were truly one, and we moved as such, sharing each breath, each surge, each quiver.

  And when the world exploded, we clung together and rode the shattering waves until they washed us up on the sand, which in our case was made of beige carpet. All three of us shoute
d helplessly and randomly—cries of “Oh God,” and “Fuck yeah,” mingled with our three names. Dana, Simon, Ethan, please, yes, more, don’t stop.

  I was home.

  We collapsed in a heap of spent satisfaction. When they finally rolled off me, they made a big deal out of it. “No taking off the blindfold until we say so,” said Simon.

  “Why?”

  “A surprise.”

  They both got to their feet.

  “Okay, you can look now.”

  I tore off the blindfold and stared up at the two gods of flesh who loomed over me, legs braced apart, hands on hips, cocks still at half-mast. “Two naked men. I love it, can’t get enough, but what’s the surprise?”

  “Look closer,” said Ethan with a smile.

  My eyes traveled from his searing blue eyes down his powerful chest, punctuated with many nicks and scars, to his dangling sex. And then I spotted it. Right above his thatch of dark blond hair, nestled toward the crease of his thigh. A tattoo. Three letters.

  E D S. Ethan Dana Simon.

  My eyes flew to Simon’s crotch. On the opposite groin, I spotted three different letters.

  C D A. Cowell Dirk Arthur.

  “Aww. Really?” Sentimental dummy that I am, tears came to my eyes. “You guys got tattoos for me?”

  “Bobby O took care of us. Told him I’d snap his neck if he told,” said Ethan.

  “As long as you didn’t threaten his dreads.”

  “Never.”

  “That’s not all,” added Simon, a smile taking over his face. “Here. Courtesy of some idiots whose name need never be spoken here again.” He handed me a single key. “Did you know those dickheads are in real estate? They specialize in taking over foreclosed properties, of which there are quite a few in our town, wouldn’t you know. After you left, we had a talk. They agreed to sign over one of their townhouses to you. It’s the least they could do and they jumped at the suggestion.”