The Interview: Office Party #1 (2 page)

So why did even the idea of it make her knees feel even weaker?

“Not exactly.” A slight smirk touched his lips before seriousness took over once again. The man always seemed so serious. “There are no rules. No contracts. But I do like rough sex. And a little pain—a little bondage—can add to the experience.”

Her mouth dropped open, but she couldn’t find any words. She shouldn’t find the idea of rough sex so appealing, should she?

“There are no safe words here. But”—he reached out and slid the rope down her jawline—“we won’t do anything without your consent. And if you want things to stop, they’ll stop.”

A rush of relief hit her. Part of her wanted to see what would happen if her control of the situation was entirely stripped, but the rest of her knew she wasn’t ready for that. Not yet, anyway.

“Don’t look too relieved.” His dark blue eyes flashed wickedly. “That doesn’t mean we won’t push your limits. Now get on the floor. On your hands and knees.”

Only a few short feet from where his desk ended, the flooring changed dramatically, from the sort of industrial carpet she’d expect to see in an office to something that looked like a workout mat, only built into the floor. The light color went nicely with the sky and sea backdrop, and it looked easy to keep clean.

She swallowed hard. Then, squaring her shoulders, she walked to the mat and then, with Lawrence’s help, went down to her knees. The position pulled her skirt up above her knees and made it tight against her backside.

Lawrence kept her up on her knees so he could tie the rope securely around her wrists in a way that tied them together, but with a good ten inches between them so she could easily maneuver.

The material was rough against the delicate skin of her wrists, and even though it wasn’t tight, just the fact that she was somewhat secured and defenseless at Lawrence’s feet made her even more excited.

After he’d helped her all the way down to her hands and knees, Lawrence stepped back behind her. If she craned her neck, she could see his legs, his torso, but not his face unless she moved her position.

“Arch your back. Let me see your ass.”

She bit back a gasp and did the best she could with the tight skirt. Just his rough words shouldn’t turn her on so much. What if he saw through her act, saw how new all of this was to her? Would he turn her out, jobless and only glimpsing a life that might offer her everything she hadn’t even known she was looking for?

“Damn,” he muttered.

She opened her mouth to reply, but the click of the office door halted her words, and almost made her jump up—as if she could have managed that so easily in her heels and skirt, with her hands bound.

The lack of control hit her. She couldn’t even run away if she wanted to. Not if he chose not to let her.

A soft, appreciative whistle sounded behind her and she abruptly remembered the phone call. He’d asked a man to come and help with her interview—Black, was it? And he was bringing another man with him. There were three of them behind her. Staring at her. The thought made her sex ache.

She couldn’t help but press her thighs together. Not one unknown man behind her, watching her in this sexually displayed position, but two. Plus Lawrence.

A soft chuckle escaped one of the men at her movement, but she couldn’t see whom. It hadn’t sounded like Lawrence.

The men stepped around so she could look up at them—thankfully, as she was pretty sure her curiosity about them would have killed her soon if they hadn’t—and she was stunned to silence again.

Mr. Lawrence was gorgeous—a hulking bit of sex walking. But she hadn’t really expected the others to be so attractive.

“Guys, this is Faith. She’s our new office assistant. Faith, this is Brian Martinson and this is David Black. They’re both VPs at the company. If you pass your interview today, you’ll be seeing a lot of them around the office.”

Martinson was short and stocky compared to the other two men, but he wasn’t really short, just of average height. The other two were simply tall. What he lacked in height he made up for in a muscular build—right on the edge of being too muscular without crossing the line. Handsome features were adorned with an open, interested expression.

Black, on the other hand, was lean compared to the other two men. Blond-haired and green-eyed, he looked like an all-American boy. If the all-American boy walked around with a long erection trying to push its way out of his pants.

It suddenly hit her they were all hard, ready. Holy crap. She’d done this to them, made them horny just by looking at her. The realization gave her the confidence to speak.

“Nice to meet you.” Her voice came out breathier than she’d intended, but at least she’d gotten the words out.

“She’s perfect, Lawrence,” Black said, eyeing her breasts.

Heat flushed her cheeks as she realized that they were only covered by the thin fabric of her bra, and they hung down toward the floor for all to ogle. She glanced down to make sure they didn’t look weird.

“Damn,” Martinson said, “she almost seems innocent.”

“She is,” Lawrence said.

She jerked her gaze back up to them. “I’m not a virgin! Uh, I mean, unless this is some kind of role-play and I’m supposed to be pretending—”

Lawrence waved her to silence. “Martinson meant you seemed innocent of the particular office games we like to play. And you are.” A dark bit of delight touched his expression. “This will be fun. For all of us, I think.”

Black snorted. “For us more than you.”

What the heck was that supposed to mean? She wasn’t sure if she should be insulted or not.

Seeing her expression, Lawrence reminded her: “I don’t partake with interviewees. If you pass your probationary period…then we’ll see.”

What? All of this and he wasn’t even going to touch her? He’d said something about a trial period, but it suddenly felt wrong. What was he going to do, simply leave her with the other men?

“Don’t worry, dove,” Black said. “Martinson and I will make sure you’re taken care of.”

Lawrence arched a brow at him. “Why don’t you go see what she has under her skirt?”

Black grinned and walked behind her.

Though Martinson received no instruction, he came down to his knees in front of her. He leaned in and took a deep breath, smelling her hair. “You smell good, like cinnamon. How about a kiss?” he murmured in her ear.

The man smelled delicious, too. Masculine and clean. She nodded, a short jerk of her head.

Without another word, his mouth took
possession
of hers; there was simply no other word for it. No hesitation. No soft start. No time to do anything but be swept away by his lips.

With Martinson’s tongue sweeping between her lips, licking and teasing her, it almost didn’t register when Black started to push her skirt up over her butt. She gasped into Martinson’s mouth when the material was pushed all the way up, revealing her to any who cared to see.

“Fuck,” someone breathed.

There was only a G-string between all of her and their eyes. Nothing else would work under the skirt without showing a panty line. She’d wanted to look professional, dammit.

Who knew a G-string would be just the thing for this job?

Feather-light touches stroked her ass, her thighs. When Black touched her clit through the material of her panties, she took in a quick breath.

Martinson’s tongue delved deeper into her mouth, and he pushed her head back to accommodate him, his passion seeming to only grow at her reaction.

The sensations were almost too much, and she ached. She needed him to touch her. To push inside of her. To give her some relief. Why wasn’t he taking her yet?

She arched her butt up, hoping that would encourage Black even as Martinson slid a hand into her hair to hold her head firmly. Then one of Martinson’s hands moved from her face, and he reached down to grasp her breast.

His touch wasn’t gentle, just like with his kiss he took, he didn’t ask. He massaged her hard before he groaned. “Fucking nice tits, Lawrence.”

For some reason, their evaluation of her turned her on even more. Weirdly, the fact they addressed Lawrence instead of her directly made her shiver with need. Like she was there only to serve their needs, not to converse.

“I think she likes what you’re doing back there, Black,” Lawrence said.

“Panties are soaked. I’d say she likes it.” Black hooked a finger into her G-string then slowly slid his hand down from the small of her back toward her aching pussy. “Do you like this, Faith? Are you a little slut at heart?”

Before she could reply, his finger reached her slit. A low moan escaped her lips.

“Yeah, I thought so,” Black said, playing around her entrance.

She should have been insulted. She definitely shouldn’t have found his dirty words so erotic, but they pulled at something inside of her. Something that made her womb tighten and her clit pulse in need at the words.

He pushed a thick finger inside of her, and her moan broke into a gasp. Martinson pinched her nipple, sending a shot of need straight between her legs, then he pulled back to watch her expression.

“So damn tight. This is going to be fucking memorable,” Black said, his own voice growing harsher with need.

“Let’s see if her mouth is just as good.” Martinson released his grip on her hair and then tugged at his zipper. Pushing his pants down over his hips, he revealed the cock she’d only seen the outline of before.

He was long, slightly thicker than anyone she’d been with before, and hard. Pre-ejaculate already glistened on the tip.

Faith licked her lips.

She’d always enjoyed giving head. It made her feel powerful, in charge. Even on her knees, she knew that control of the situation was squarely in her corner when she had her mouth around a man’s cock.

“Oh, I think someone is looking forward to this.” Martinson grinned down at her. “Open those sweet lips.”

She opened her mouth and he brought his cock to her lips, but no farther. Taking the initiative, she licked the tip, then swirled her tongue around it. His manly scent touched her nose, and she could taste the slight saltiness of him.

Opening her mouth wider, she tried to take more of him, but Black’s free hand dug into her hip, holding her fast as he played around her pussy, expertly avoiding touching her where she needed him most. Frustration rolled through her. If only she could use her hands. Maybe she could give herself some relief. Or she could at least make Martinson give up some of his control.

As if he could hear her thoughts, he smirked above her. “No hands. Open up, sweetness.”

Obediently, she opened her mouth wider.

One of his hands tangled into her hair so he could hold her in place, then he pumped the tip of his cock in and out of her mouth. She did her best to lick and suck him, but he didn’t give her the time to do much before pulling out again.

“Stop teasing her, Martinson,” Lawrence said.

Martinson arched an eyebrow at her, but pushed himself farther into her mouth, leaving little doubt as to who was in charge here.

“Suck him,” Lawrence ordered, coming up behind Martinson. He was off to one side so he could observe her work. And she could see the huge, hard erection barely hidden behind the material of his pants.

Martinson pumped slowly in and out of her mouth, loosening his grip on her hair so she could control the pace somewhat. She sucked and licked him as well as she could with him still in motion.

From behind her, she could feel Black pulling her G-string down around her knees.

“Fuck yeah,” Martinson said, his breathing coming faster.

Would Lawrence really never join in? Suddenly she ached—not just for anything to penetrate her, but for him. For him to fill her, to order her around while he did it. To fuck her so hard she came from penetration alone. She’d never done that before, but for some reason she thought that if any man could make give her such a thing, he could.

Black’s finger pushed into her pussy, then she felt his tongue on her clit.

The overwhelming sensation caught her by surprise and she gasped, her mouth opening wider. Martinson groaned and pushed his dick farther, penetrating her throat. She gagged and he shuddered, then he pulled back with regret on his expression.

She coughed a few times, then swallowed hard. Black’s hands moved away from her pussy to settle on her hips.

“Guess you’re not quite ready for that, are you, sweetness?” Martinson said, caressing her jaw. His erection, wet from her spit, bobbed next to her face.

“I’m sorry,” she managed.

“You’ll get there.”

“Too forgiving for someone in her trial period, Martinson.” Lawrence’s deep voice reverberated through the room. “I think she needs a small punishment, so she remembers. Don’t you think, Black?”

She didn’t turn to look at Black—her eyes were locked on Lawrence’s hard expression—but she could feel Black’s hesitation.

“Good idea, boss,” Black said after a moment.

Something flickered behind Lawrence’s eyes—something dark. He’d been
waiting
to punish her, she realized.

Why did that make her even more excited?

“The small flogger, Black.”

Flogger? What the hell? She tried to turn to look then, but Martinson took her by the jaw and pressed the tip of his cock against her lips again. Automatically her mouth opened, and he pushed inside, careful not to go too far. His breathing was harsh, and he grunted when she sucked his tip.

Were they planning on flogging her while she gave Martinson a blowjob? Doubt ran through her. She’d signed up for sex—yes, she’d said rough sex was okay—but flogging? That sounded like the opposite of sexy.

The sound of a drawer slammed shut behind her and she flinched.

Martinson pulled himself out of her mouth and caressed her cheek. “Not to worry. You’re going to love this,” he murmured.

He scooted back, staying on his knees, and her breath started to come quickly. Was she turned on? Scared? She wasn’t sure.

She looked up and met Lawrence’s gaze, and he frowned. “Maybe just a spanking, then,” he said as if she’d voiced her concern. “But I’ll be the one delivering the punishment.”