Corporate Plaything (7 page)

Anna took his hand and straddled him.

He shoved down his briefs and freed his cock. His erection stood proudly on his dark thatch. He grabbed his shaft and stroked it twice.

“Wait.” He halted her when she was about to impale herself on that magnificent cock. “Kiss me with your pussy first. Make me wet.” His shaft rested on his belly and he pulled her down to his crotch.

Anna braced on his shoulders as she rubbed her pussy on his hard cock. Her heart beat erratically. She’d never shaved her privates bald before, and having no hair at all made her skin sensitive. Anna could feel his hot, searing flesh. Could feel him pulse too. Her pussy clenched and moistened, oiling him with her sexual juice.

“That’s it,” Justin grunted. The rumble in his throat sounded so sexy. “Nice and slow, Anna. I want to feel that luscious pussy of yours.”

She slowed down, rubbing her wet pussy on his throbbing shaft.
God
. Anna swallowed hard. She’d never thought dry humping a man could be this erotic.

Justin tightened his hands on her ass. His violet eyes blazed. Hypnotic. Anna had forgot the mesmerising impact he had on her.

When Justin licked his lip, she couldn’t resist kissing him. He let out a purr of delight and mauled her back with the same heat. Tongues swept. Teeth nipped. She felt lightheaded when he finally gave her a chance to breathe.

“Where were you all this time, Anna? We’ve been looking all over for you.”

“
Me?
”
That’s funny.

“Doesn’t matter. We have you now. For good.” Justin lifted her up slightly.

Her breath halted when his blunt tip nudged her wet opening.

“Slow,” he rasped.

Anna lowered herself on his hard shaft and he slid in deliciously. She gasped. Justin filled her full just the way Matt did.

“Fuck,” Justin growled, his face frozen in ecstasy. “I can’t begin to tell you how good you feel. Did Matt fuck you all night? Did he hurt you?”

Hurt?
Matt gave her nothing but pleasure. Anna shook her head. She was too wired to string two coherent words together.

“Good.” Justin thrust in and out, fucking her in shallow strokes. “Sometimes he gets carried away.”

“Who said?” Matt’s gruff voice loomed behind her.

Justin stopped fucking her. He anchored her down with both hands, forcing her to take his whole erection. Her pussy clasped his hard shaft, spasming. Her spine began to quiver when Matt nuzzled behind her ear and showered her with light, butterfly kisses. He ran his hands over the curve of her hips and waist, then peeled off her shirt. Her dangling bra was next. The skirt followed. He pulled it up past her shoulders and head, and flung it somewhere behind him carelessly.

“What do you think?” Matt asked his brother. “I love her nipples.”

“Pink. Like cotton candy.” Justin took one and sucked it with delight. “Mmm. I can do this all day and night.”

Anna wanted to melt on the spot.

“Bend over a bit,” Matt ordered.

Leaning into Justin’s chest, Anna stifled a gasp when Matt touched her anus. He slathered her generously with cool gel and slid a finger into her back entrance.

She stiffened, causing her pussy and sphincter to contract. Justin groaned, his cock pulsing in her cunt.

Matt hissed. “Relax. You’re too tense.”

She couldn’t relax.

“Sweet Anna,” Matt whispered. “Relax for me.” He pushed in another finger and stretched her open.

Anna clawed Justin’s shoulders.
Dear God. I must be crazy for doing this. But then why does everything forbidden always feel so damned good?
She closed her eyes and surrendered to the sinful sensations.

Matt gave her a few more strokes before withdrawing his fingers. The tip of his cock kissed her anus a heartbeat later. He thrust in. She gusted a lungful of breath as the thick, salacious pressure burrowed into her depths. She heard Matt groan, his hands clamped on her hips, gripping her flesh tight as he thrust down to his hilt. Her eyes flew open.

“Fuck!” she cried.

“I am,” Matt replied in a guttural voice.

Justin laughed.

She panted.

“Are you okay, Anna?” Justin asked.

“I…” Her words dried in her throat. Was she okay? Yes, she was okay. More than okay. She felt high, like tripping on dope kind of high. Unbelievable. She had no idea sex could make her feel this way. She felt hot. And frustrated. Every cell in her body screamed with manic need. Suddenly, being filled with two of them just wasn’t enough. She needed them to move or something—to finish what they had started and reach the ultimate pleasure.

“Fuck me, please,” she whispered.

“What is that, dear?” Justin teased.

Damn him
. “Please,” she begged. “I…”

Matt gathered her hair and nuzzled behind her ear. “You heard her. She wants to be fucked. Like this, sweet Anna?” He thrust in and out in languorous strokes.

God
. She keened. She could feel each pull and thrust, his hard veined shaft ground against the sensitive walls of her anal passage. The pleasure overtaxed her brain. It was visceral, sharp, and primal. She loved being claimed this way. She wouldn’t have guessed she’d like it, as if this had been her own deep need all along. Her own deepest, darkest desire.

Her gaze drifted down. Justin was watching her reaction while Matt fucked her ass. His blazing violet eyes met hers. “Good?” he inquired.

“I…yeah,” she slurred like a drunkard.

“How about now?” Justin moved, thrusting in and out, matching the rhythm of his brother.

“Fuck.” Anna mewled. The pleasure thickened tenfold.

“I take that as a yes,” Matt rasped, quickening his pace.

Anna dug her nails into Justin’s expensive suit, not caring if she was ruining it. Both men held her still and all she could do was surrender. Surrender to their mastering. Surrender to the pleasure.

Justin thrust in. Matt pulled out. Matt thrust. Justin pulled. Matt slammed her faster. Justin matched his pace. They drove her insane. Ecstasy climbed in fevered pitch. Storms of pleasure gathered.

She was almost there. Just a bit more. Anna begged them in throaty, panting growls. Justin bit her nipple as he fucked her like a jackhammer. Matt licked the shell of her ear as he overtook her with short, vicious fucks. And Anna was deliciously trapped in between them.

Then, it hit her. An orgasm so volatile, she thought she was a goner. A rapturous storm of pleasure ripped her from the last shreds of her sanity and drove her to a place so divine, it had to be called nirvana. She heard a scream, then realised it was her own voice.

She shuddered as she faintly noticed Matt jerked behind her, flooding her rear entrance with jets of cum. His hot breath seared her nape and his deep, dulcet voice called her name like a mantra.

Justin pumped into her a half dozen times and came. He cursed when her cunt milked his cock, gripping his spasming shaft with vehemence and squeezing out his last drop.

When it was over, Anna felt like she had run a marathon. She collapsed on Justin’s chest. All of her bones had liquefied into goo. Her body was nothing but a shivering glob. Her pussy and anus tingled with the aftermath of their mating.

Matt withdrew from her gently. His semi-flaccid cock slipped out, leaving her feeling empty and needy. He collapsed on the sofa next to his brother.

Justin wrapped his arm around her body and held her tightly. She buried her face in his shirt. Their sex was still embedded as one—his cock still semi-hard inside her, bathed in her juices.

“Holy fuck.” She heard Matt muttering under his breath. “That was…”

“Intense,” Justin finished for him.

Intense? Understatement
. She thought the pleasure Matt had given her last night was explosively mind-shattering, but this one
She couldn’t find a word to describe what she’d just experienced. She’d never come so hard that she thought she’d died. No wonder the French called an orgasm the little death. Now, she knew.

“I can’t wait for Azura,” Matt added. “It’s long overdue.”

“Soon. Be patient.”

What the hell were they talking about? Anna wanted to move but Justin pulled her back.

“Not, yet. I want to feel you like this for a little longer.” He planted a light kiss on her lips. Then he said, “I have a business meeting in Tokyo over the weekend and you’re going with me, Anna.”

Chapter Four

Anna’s first impression of Tokyo was that the Japanese folks were nuts about
sakura,
cherry blossoms. As their car slowly cruised to the hotel, Anna saw people strolling and having picnics in the city gardens. The ground was covered with blue tarp where people, dressed in warm clothes, were lounging and enjoying themselves under the gorgeous pink clouds of
sakura
trees.

New Yorkers weren’t as adventurous as the Japanese in early April. They’d had a snowstorm a day before their departure, and she recalled seeing the miserable faces of people bundled up in thick coats, struggling to wade through ice and dirty snow. Over here, Anna witnessed nothing but serene and happy faces. It must be wonderful living a Zen life.

“Ah. I forgot, it’s
hanami
time of the year,” Justin noted, checking the calendar app on his smart phone.

“
Hanami
?”

“Flower viewing party. If we’re lucky, we might be able to catch the end of it by the time we conclude our meeting.”

Flower-viewing party. Moon-viewing party. She thought Matt’s fixation with the moon was a rich-people thing. Usually, rich people did pretentious stuff. Now, she guessed that maybe, her new bosses simply adored Japanese culture. Matt with his dojo and sake. Justin with sakura blossoms.

“You seem to know a lot about Japan, sir.”

One of Justin’s lush eyebrows arched. “You didn’t know? Our mother is half-Japanese.”

Her eyes widened. “You and your brothers don’t look like you could be quarter-Japanese.”

“Our father’s genes. The only thing we inherited from our mother is the colour of our hair.”

Anna’s eyes drifted to Justin’s clean-cut hair. Even though he wore it short, his hair thick and lustrous with shine. “So your father is Dutch?”

“Dutch? Where did you get that from?”

“Matt said you came from Netherland.”

“Netherworld.”

Funny. She had checked the world map and she couldn’t find a country called such. “I’ve never heard of a country called Netherworld, sir. I thought you were French.”

Justin gestured carelessly. “We changed our names once we arrived in America. Our birth names are too hard to pronounce in the human tongue.”

Wait, did he just say human tongue?

“Kidding.” Justin pinched her chin. “You look too cute when you frown like that.”

Ah
. Another part of Justin she didn’t expect to see. He had a refreshing sense of humour, besides being the gentlest man she had ever met in person. Behind his business-like facade, Justin was tender and attentive.

If his brother Matt awakened her inner submissive and made her eager to please his every whim, Justin made her feel comfortable and secure. She’d spent the last three nights with him, and the one thing that amazed her the most was that Justin liked to cuddle. Men didn’t usually like to cuddle. After they got what they wanted, men usually snored themselves asleep. At least, that had been her experience with Ned.

But Justin, he was different. He held her in his arms for hours after their lovemaking each night. And kissed her. Touched her. Told her stories about his childhood that were too farfetched to be true. Like he and his brothers lived in a place so big, they had their own armoury, and their father commanded an army of men who practiced sword-fighting every sunrise. But then again, maybe Netherworld was a neighbouring country of Netherland, where people there still followed the old customs. Justin Martel was a wonderful man to be with, despite his odd childhood remembrances.

Guilt gnawed at the pit of her stomach each time she thought of the past few days she’d spent with Matt and Justin. They’d given her pleasure, comfort and luxury she had never thought of tasting in her life, and she was going to repay them by stealing their secret formula. Anna felt low and dejected. Living a lie was harder than she thought.

“What’s wrong?” Justin noticed she had been frowning even more.

Anna shook the guilt away. “Nothing, sir.”

“You can tell me anything. Your well-being is important to us.”

Anna mourned in silence. How was she supposed to tell him that a syndicate was blackmailing her and her father? Just a few hours ago after they landed in the airport, she checked her inbox and saw a nasty email from Koleniskov, telling her that the head honcho of Beautycor wasn’t pleased with the slow progress she was making. They wanted that secret formula now, especially since the syndicate had found out that Justin had discontinued
Surrender
from future production. The price of existing
Surrender
had soared like wildfire on Internet auction sites. Many of the Martels’ competitors were itching to fill in the retail gap. And whoever got their hands on the Martels’ secret formula would be guaranteed set for life.