Legally Binding (8 page)

R
aphael’s mouth
twitched into a smile. His shirt had come partially unbuttoned, and a thick cock was poking through his pants. “Your mascara is smeared,” he said. “Pretty fucking hot.”

Tilting her head, she smiled at him. She and her bosses were definitely on the same page.

Ethan was frowning. He stepped forward and grabbed the chair. Then she was sailing through the air. She braced herself for a hard impact, but he set her down gently.

Raphael and Trent began untying her arms and legs.

“No. No, no,” she said. “I’m so sorry, Ethan. I can do better—”

“You will address me as
sir
,” he said.

“I’m so sorry, sir.” It felt weird to be using the word. She’d read about it plenty of times, about addressing dominant men in that way, but she’d certainly never used it herself. “It’s just that I was about to…”

“Yes?”

“To orgasm. Sir. Please don’t send me back to my desk now.” Even though her limbs had been freed, she kept them pressed against the chair.

Trent pulled her to standing. He yanked away her bra and pulled off her panties, leaving her naked. She was a little bent over, her knees clamped together and her breasts swinging gently.

He turned her roughly and pushed her back toward the chair.

“Spread your legs, honey,” Ethan said. “Show me that juicy cunt.”

Honey. Cunt. Tits.

She liked when he talked like that.

She slid her legs apart. The men maneuvered her onto the chair, her legs spread, her knees over the armrests, and her feet dangling. She leaned her upper body against the back for stability. Her hips hung in the air, over the seat. It wasn’t comfortable, all her weight resting on the narrow armrests, even if they were padded.

The chair smelled like Ethan’s aftershave.

Trent stooped and released a lever, and the chair’s back lowered, pitching her forward.

Now her ass was in the air. With her thighs spread, she felt very exposed. It would be easy for anyone to slide whatever he wanted into wherever he wanted.

A moment later, that was exactly what Trent did. He turned the chair, grabbed her hips, and thrust his cock into her heat.

Her head jerked up, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. The chair lurched forward with every slam of his hips.

Ethan took his place at her head. “What should you be doing?” he asked.

She took her cue from his erection bobbing aggressively in front of her face.

The head was particularly plump and bulbous, and the shaft was swollen, shiny, and tinged purplish.

“Sucking your cock, sir,” she said.

Ethan already had his fist wrapped around the thick thing, and he fed it to her with little thrusts, each deeper than the last. The chair moved back and forth, and she felt like she was on an erotic seesaw.

Sucking him wasn’t easy, but the rhythm made it possible to breathe.

Raphael came to stand next to Ethan. His cock was hard and pointed right at her, so she wasn’t surprised when Ethan stepped back and Raphael shoved down her throat, choking her, blocking her airway before the chair rolled back, impaling her pussy on Trent’s cock.

Her bosses crowded the chair. No more rolling around.

Ethan and Raphael slid over her lips and chin, smearing them with salty pre-come.

Her tongue couldn’t keep up, but oh, she tried to please them both, licking and sucking. The men were delicious. If only she could get them both in her mouth at once, though it was hot to be sucking one, bobbing aggressively on the hard shaft, while the other cock pressed impatiently at her stretched lips.

With a groan of pleasure and frustration, Ethan stepped away, letting Raphael do as he would.

She loved the texture of his shaft, the bulge of his cock head and the ridges of his veins. He grunted as he picked up speed, fucking her mouth mercilessly. Her exhausted jaw kept quivering, and she finally went soft and compliant for him. “That’s what I want,” he growled, shoving deep into her throat, each stroke ending with a vigorous pulse that made her gag… and made him even harder.

As tears blurred her vision, she realized she’d never been so happy. Her bosses were giving her the fantasy she’d always thought too dangerous to pursue.

Meanwhile, Ethan was rolling a condom over himself.

Everyone stopped moving. Trent’s cock throbbed inside her, and her inner muscles squeezed around his girth in desperation.

Raphael thrust one final time in her mouth, then stepped back. His shirt had come untucked, and she caught a glimpse of a tattoo low on his hips. All she could see was a blur of dark ink, but ooh, she was dying to know what it was.

The men remained still.

She looked up. “Sirs? Have I displeased you?” She’d read that sentence in a book about a woman being taken hostage by some kinky pirates. She hoped it would please her bosses.

Ethan took hold under her shoulders to push her upright, and then Trent’s large hands were under her thighs, lifting her entire body into the air. His cock stayed planted inside her pussy.

For a moment she felt unsafe and insecure, and she barely noticed that Ethan was lying on the chair, that erect cock sticking up obscenely, his shirt partially unbuttoned and the sleeves rolled up.

Then her back came to rest against Trent’s chest, and she felt safe again.

“Guess what?” he whispered into her ear. He nibbled the lobe, making her squirm, and his cock twitched inside her. Her pussy squeezed in response. A low, masculine moan vibrated his body. “I’m going to take your ass,” he growled.

She gasped. “I’m not ready—”

“It’s better to get it over with,” Ethan snapped. “If triple penetration won’t work, it’s better for us all if we know now, when it’s easy to go our separate ways.”

She had to remind herself of how gently he’d set her down.

But then she thought… maybe that was because he cared about the chair. After all, it was likely custom-made.

“Ethan is right,” Trent said. “You can trust me. I know what I’m doing, and I’ll take care of you. Ok?”

She held her breath.

“I’ll be careful. If you want me to stop, just say so. But I think it’ll be easier if you trust me. Can you do that?”

“Yes, sir,” she said hesitantly. She looked up, the back of her head sliding against his neck. His jaw was square, strong. “I trust you.”

“That’s my girl.” He walked forward and lowered her over Ethan. A moment later, he pulled his cock away.

But Ethan quickly took his place, plunging deep into her with a single claiming thrust that made her mouth open wide in a voiceless gasp of surprise.

She immediately began twisting and bouncing, frantically working his cock until his hands settled on her hips, locking her in place.

“Enough of that. Kiss me,” he said, deep voice commanding.

Heart pounding, she started to lean forward, then realized what position she’d be in if she obeyed; she’d be allowing Trent unrestricted access to her ass.

Ethan laughed. “Too smart to be fooled so easily, I see. But the thing is”—his hand cupped the back of her head—“I demand your kiss.”

Her body responded. There was something irresistible about Ethan.

He urged her down. He wasn’t forcing her, she realized. She could feel his strength, but he was giving her the option to resist.

They were giving her an out.

But that wasn’t exactly what she wanted. She stared into his eyes. “What if I’m not comfortable with this? How would you even know?”

Concern creased his brow. “We don’t want to force you into doing anything,” he said. “That’s not what this is about.”

She nodded. She’d understood that from the beginning. “I want a safe word. Something better than whatever you said yesterday.”

“I believe it was
no sex
,” he said.

“Yeah. That’s not gonna work for me. Because…” She had to force herself to hold his gaze. “Because I want to pretend this is against my will. Sir. I want it rough.”

“You’re awfully demanding,” Raphael said.

“Pro bono.” There was a smile in Trent’s voice. “Those two words will cause any well-paid attorney to lose his erection.”

Ethan laughed, a genuine laugh. As he did, his hands tightened around her, like he wanted to keep her close. She felt her pussy getting even wetter around his cock.

Trent swatted her ass. “Pro bono, then. And if your mouth is full, bite Raphael.”

“Funny,” Raphael said, not sounding amused. “We usually use snapping fingers.”

Usually.

Maisie pushed it away. “Ok, sirs,” she said. “I think I’m good.”

The warmth went out of Ethan’s eyes. It was like it had never been there.

He pulled her toward him, and now she couldn’t get away. His cock was rock-hard as he began fucking her and kissing her, his hands roaming over her breasts and face, squeezing her ass, and then rubbing her clit.

“I want to feel you come,” he said, his words vibrating across her lips.

Smiling, she sat up a bit, planning to reach down and take charge, to make it happen.

But then he did something with his fingers, a tight, pulsing arc over her nub.

The sensations overwhelmed her. She wanted to shout out Ethan’s name, to beg to be his sex slave, to beg him to keep her locked away for his pleasure. Her body went limp.

Ethan made her muscles snap taut again as his finger returned to her clit.

“No,” she gasped, wanting to pretend to fight this. “Please, sirs. Stop. It’s too much. Stop. Stop!”

Raphael clamped a hand over her mouth, muffling her involuntary cry as pleasure ricocheted through her body.

Her spasms and quakes were violent, but the men, who were breathing hard with lust, held her down easily.

All those hot, lascivious hands on her. Wanting her. Claiming her.

Raphael substituted his cock for his hand, and she sucked him hungrily, greedy for every inch.

Something rubbed over her pucker, and she tightened, then relaxed. She really did trust Trent. She trusted all of them.

“You need this,” Trent said. “You will learn that there are consequences for your behavior.”

Maisie whimpered.

The men moved her so only the tip of Ethan’s cock was inside her, and then Trent was nudging at her rear.

Squeezing her eyes closed, she sucked desperately and loudly on Raphael’s cock. It swelled against her tongue and lips. “Don’t stop. Yeah. Just like that,” he said over and over.

Trent didn’t waste time trying to get her accustomed to his finger. It was all about the cock.

He simply claimed her ass.

Maisie felt like she was being split in half, but Trent was insistent, and because it happened quickly, she didn’t have time to freak out.

Within moments, the burning stretch turned to glowing pleasure.

Raphael did something with his lower body, bumping his powerful thighs against the chair.

It slid back, skewering her ass fully on Trent’s massive cock.

“Oh god, it’s too much!” Tears overflowed her eyes.

Ethan squeezed her nipple. “You forgot something.”

“Sorry, sir,” she gasped. “But it’s too much. No, no. Please don’t let him fuck my ass. I’ll be good, sir, I promise.”

“He’s not
letting
me do anything,” Trent growled. “You’re the only submissive one in this room. But keep begging if you want. It makes me harder.” Trent’s thrust sent her forward again, letting Raphael claim her throat.

“I’m sorry, sir,” she mewled when she was able.

Trent only grunted, slapped her ass, and fucked her harder.

All the while, Ethan banged into her at a slow, steady pace. The muffled thumps of their thighs slamming together blended with the chair’s slight squeaking.

Her breasts shook as she was bounced between the men. She continued protesting, but now she was laughing, too.

Ethan’s fingers returned to her clit, and he proved again that she’d been wrong, that he absolutely knew what it was for. He sent her over the edge, then squeezed her nipples and pinched her thighs, bringing her back to reality again.

Between orgasms, she wondered how she’d misjudged him so thoroughly. Her bosses probably thought she was clueless. If so, they were right.

But she could learn, was in fact eager to.

She sighed and gave herself over to them, to the pleasure they brought.

“I’m gonna come,” Trent said, his voice tight from restraint.

“Fuck,” Raphael panted. “Me, too.”

Ethan’s fingers slipped over her aroused nub. She felt his cock swelling, felt the moment that his powerful shaft began to buck inside her.

Her pussy was squeezing and clenching him. Her ass was stretched full of hard, orgasming cock, and Raphael was shooting his hot load down her throat, feeding her.

She pushed and clawed at his legs. God, this was fun. He was so strong, and he resolutely held her in place until he was finished.

Trent pulled out of her ass, and that hurt like hell for a few seconds, then subsided to a warm burn.

He kissed the back of her neck. “See? Safe with us, Maisie.”

Raphael had gone into the bathroom. He came out with a warm, damp towel, which he used to wipe her eyes and mouth. “We can’t have anyone thinking you were crying in here,” he said.

The men cleaned her up, and Ethan—Ethan, of all people!—helped her get dressed, because she was unsteady on her feet, her pulse still a bit wild, her thoughts still scattered.

“Are you ok?” he asked.

She nodded.

“Listen,” he said. “You can never talk about this with anyone. The same for our discussion in the elevator. That never happened. Understood? It would be disastrous if it got out.”

No kidding. She nodded again. “Yes, sir.”