Office Toy (4 page)

"I want you belly-down on this bench, ass in the air. I'm going to pound your little pussy."

Elle couldn't contain her smile of delight. When she glanced at Jonathan, she saw that his cock was already chubby again. Cunningham set her on the floor and whipped her around, shoving her onto the bench. Each of her breasts went out to different sides. She tried to reposition herself, but Cunningham said, "No. I want you to feel that you're servicing me. That you sacrifice your comfort."

Why oh why did that make her hornier than ever?

Nolan took advantage of her imprisoned breasts to position himself so that he could suck on one at his leisure. He drew her into his mouth and teased her hard nub. Then Jonathan did the same with the other nipple, and Elle moaned.

Cunningham removed the condom and tossed it in the trash. "Don't," Elle gasped when he took a new one. "I want to feel you."

Cunningham stooped so he could scrutinize her face. "Are you sure?"

"Uh-huh," she breathed, because the tongues on her nipples were making it hard for her to articulate.

Pushing on the small of her back with one hand, Cunningham smartly slapped her ass a few times. "Thrust up for me. Up in the air. That's the way."

He walked around to her face, and she relaxed her hips down.
 

"No. Keep arched up while you're sucking me. Get started. Get my cock nice and wet."

She obliged happily, though her back was starting to hurt just a little from all the pounding of the last … how long had it been? She'd said she'd be home in time to fix lunch—

Cunningham had returned between her legs. He used a ruler to slap between her thighs, forcing them more open, tilting her ass a bit more in the air. Then he slammed into her, hard.

"Ouch," she gasped. It hadn't hurt, but she wasn't prepared for it.

"I like my sex rough. Are you going to take it like a good girl?"

"I think so," she mewled as she came around his vigorously thrusting shaft, her hips bucking wildly—it was official, her body responded to thick dicks. "I hope so" would have been more accurate, because Cunningham turned up the intensity, taking advantage of her orgasmic high. When he wanted to be rough, he was brutal. She had never been fucked so hard. At least the other two men were still sucking her nipples, not hurting her. In all, it was a nice balance. Cunningham pounded her mercilessly while he gripped her thighs so hard that it hurt. Each thrust squeezed her against the insufficiently padded bench. Now
this
was being used.

"Turn your upper body around and open up."

"What?"

"Now," he growled.

She twisted her shoulders so that Cunningham could see her open mouth. Cunningham pulled out of her pussy and moved forward smoothly, straddling her back. His fingers tangled in her hair, and he unloaded his cock down her throat. Elle closed her eyes and drank him, loving the taste of sex in her mouth.
 

Jonathan broke out a fresh condom and took Cunningham's former place at her pussy. She was getting sore, but she wanted them to be proud of her, and to her surprise she even came when he did because she was so grateful that he pumped his goodness into her pussy, and even if it was kept from her by the condom, she appreciated the gesture.

Nolan was stiff again, ready for another go, but Cunningham declared it was time for her to rest, and the others reluctantly backed down. He carried her through another door to a large and private bathroom, something more befitting a mansion than an office. Thick, luxurious towels hung from the racks. Lined up on the edge of the tub, next to the body wash, were dildos of varying size. Elle didn't blink an eye; she wouldn't have been surprised by anything at that point.

The tub filled quickly with water, and Cunningham checked that the temperature was to his satisfaction before he lowered her into it. It was embarrassing to be pampered by her lovers. She'd been more comfortable when they were looming over her, half-crazy with lust.

But she let them wash her, their hands thorough and soothing. Cunningham lifted her out of the tub and Jonathan pulled her into an open towel, embracing her as much as he dried her. Nolan poured out a healthy amount of jasmine-scented lotion she recognized from a high-end department store, and all three massaged the lotion into her body, paying special attention to her breasts and ass. When they finished, she took a little more and made sure her elbows and knees were covered.

"My hair's fine," she said with a laugh as Nolan pulled out a hairdryer. But he insisted, and she finally let him, deciding it was the least he could do after how badly he'd acted when she arrived. Meanwhile, Jonathan returned with a new outfit and helped her into panties and a bra, then a very professional ensemble.

"You do these clothes justice," he said. He kissed her on the cheek and squeezed her ass. "I have to make a phone call, but I'll see you in a bit."

"If you'd like to see your office, Jonathan can take you when he returns," Cunningham said. He had changed his suit, probably because his former pants had sex juices on them. He caressed her neck, then he stood and glanced at his watch. "Unfortunately I've got a meeting on the other side of town. Be here tomorrow at 8:00."

He left, and Elle looked at the empty doorway, a little sad.

Nolan switched off the dryer and leaned forward to whisper into her ear. "Don't you dare fall for him. I tried to scare you off, but you wouldn't go."

"You tried to scare me? Fall for him?" She wanted to grab him by the shoulders and yell at him to speak English, but even if Nolan wasn't the boss, he was still strong, and she was damn sure that he was alpha enough to give her a good punishment fuck if the mood struck him.

"They always do that. Fall for him. Or sometimes Jonathan. The beginning of the end. Cunningham's my cousin, you know, so I've seen him in action our whole lives. I'm so tired of watching girls leave brokenhearted." With a sigh, he switched the hairdryer on maximum, so even if Elle had responded, he wouldn't have heard.

She wondered why Cunningham made his cousin work the front desk. Surely he could find something else for him to do. Well, none of her business. She had the job. At the very least she could afford to live comfortably while still supporting her mother who would, of course, move as far away as Elle could manage.

As for falling for Cunningham, that was a bit ridiculous. Yet she remembered how safe she had felt in his arms as he took her ass. How deeply she trusted him. Well, she'd have to put a clamp on that, wouldn't she? She wasn't going to jeopardize her new job by falling for her boss. Or any of them.

She'd just enjoy the sex, enjoy the job and enjoy her life. It didn't need to be any more complicated than that.

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Cunningham is taking everything from Elle but the one thing she desperately wants to give him: her heart. Nolan keeps warning her that she's playing with fire, so Elle works even harder to be the perfect emotionless sub to her three dominant lovers.

Apparently it's not enough, and Cunningham loans her out to two clients—alone. She's never felt so betrayed. When Nolan and Jonathan crash the party, Elle knows she's not the only one getting attached.
 

But where's Cunningham? And what will he do when he finds four men debasing his precious office toy?

When Rachel hikes into the mountains for a weekend away from everyone and everything, she never imagines she'll be sharing a cabin with one of the hottest, richest men in the country. Maxwell is a gentleman, charming and kind. He's also a perceptive Dom, and to her humiliation, he notices Rachel's arousal. Soon she finds herself stripped, serving the handsome stranger's pleasure while she tells herself—and him—that it's just for one night.

Even before Alyssa meets Eric at a party, she knows all about him. That he likes to tie up submissives, that he has a dungeon somewhere and that he breaks more hearts in three months than most guys do their whole lives. As far as she's concerned, Eric is just another rich playboy, and even though some part of her craves him, Alyssa knows men like him are good for one thing: nothing!

When Eric overhears her claiming that he can't possibly be good in bed, he challenges her to prove it--one week, no sex (until she begs). Instead of slapping him, she accepts. She can't pass up the opportunity to make him publicly admit that he's clueless about women.

If he wins ... but he couldn't possibly win. Could he?