The Interview: Office Party #1 (3 page)

A long shudder of desire ran through her at his words, and when he walked around behind her, she felt herself drawing even closer to orgasm. Ridiculous—the man wasn’t even touching her. But it was true nonetheless.

“What?” Black asked, surprise obvious in his voice.

“You heard me.” Lawrence’s tone allowed for no argument.

Martinson’s eyes widened, and his gaze locked on something behind her. Black?

The sound of the slap rang in her ears, registering before the sharp pain from her ass.

“Oh!” she cried out.

Another slap rang out, and sharper pain spiked from the same spot on her ass.

“Get her nice and pink, Lawrence.” Black’s voice was strained.

Martinson sat back on his heels and locked his gaze with hers.

She cried out at the next slap, but at least it was on her other cheek.

Martinson smiled. And it suddenly hit her that he was watching her face. Enjoying the tiny bit of pain they were eliciting from her. She should have been grossed out. Should have looked away from him, or closed her eyes.

She wasn’t. And she didn’t.

Another slap. Another spike of pain. She yelped, and Lawrence rubbed the spot gently. A sigh fell from her lips.

“I think that’s enough for today.” Lawrence walked back around into her view. Then, without hesitation, as if he did so all the time in his office, he unzipped his pants and pulled out the biggest cock she’d ever seen. Without a change in expression, he gripped himself hard and pumped twice.

Her mouth dropped open. He wasn’t going to fuck her, but he was going to masturbate while his two henchmen did?

I will get you to fuck me some day, Lawrence,
she vowed silently.
No matter what it takes.

“Damn. She’s even wetter,” Black muttered from behind her.

“The bra,” Lawrence ordered.

Martinson moved back to her and undid her bra from the back, then pushed it down to join the rope at her wrists.

“Knew they were nice,” he muttered, then he reached down cupped her breast, feeling its weight. Leaning close to her ear, he added, “Can’t wait to fuck between them. Come all over them.”

Before she could wrap her mind around that erotic image, she heard the snick of a wrapper behind her, then felt Black kneeling between her knees. He pushed her knees out farther, until the strings of her thong dug into the side of her knees.

Then he paused.

“Fuck her good and hard,” Lawrence said. “Make sure she feels it tomorrow. Knows what she’s getting into if she takes this job.” His hand moved back to his cock and he started pumping it slowly. The tip was wet and she ached to take him in her mouth, in her body. Anywhere.

Black pushed a finger into her then pulled it out to rub the wet digit against her sensitive clit. Soft, then hard, then soft.

“Please!” she cried out, not even sure what she was asking for. But she needed relief—and soon. Couldn’t they see she was about to fall apart?

Martinson threaded his hand in her hair and held her firm. He slid the thumb from his other hand into her mouth, pressing it open. Then he pushed his cock in between her lips. “You want to take this whole dick, don’t you, sweetness? Every inch. Yeah you do, I can see it in your eyes.”

He started pumping in and out of her mouth, even as Black continued to play with her. He’d worked two fingers into her pussy, and he thrust in time with Martinson. Then Black’s mouth closed over her clit and he sucked, hard.

The orgasm struck her suddenly, almost painful in its intensity. She screamed around Martinson’s cock, and he cursed, fucking her mouth harder. He’d worked his way into the back of her throat, and she this time she didn’t gag, even as the orgasm racked her body.

Black started working his cock into her. He cursed at her tightness, straining in and out slowly to work in more than the tip.

“So damn tight,” he ground out. “Fuck. You need to feel this, Lawrence.”

At the mention of Lawrence’s name, her eyes fluttered open and she met his gaze. His neck was tense, strained. And he was pumping his cock faster now. The bulbous head was dark and his balls had to be ready to burst, but he kept a steady pace. The man’s control was staggering. What would it be like to have that control, not only directing what happened to her body, but also pushing into her? Forcing her to take all he could give, for as long as he cared to give it?

“I’m about to if you don’t take care of her,” Lawrence said to Black.

Black gripped her hips tightly, and then thrust the rest of the way into her, forcing her body to adjust to his size. Her moan was muted by Martinson pushing into her mouth steadily. Fucking her mouth. It wasn’t a blowjob, she realized. Not when she had zero control.

But the thought didn’t worry her as Black penetrated her, because she couldn’t even grasp her thoughts long enough to linger over it. Her body flared at the sudden fullness. Her pussy, her mouth. It was almost too much. She tried to pull back from Martinson even as his pace increased. She was desperate, and her gaze sought Lawrence.

“Relax,” he said. His eyes grounded her, and she felt herself relaxing.

Black found a rhythm that Martinson matched. Together, they moved like a single unit. One filling her mouth—thrusting in and out so quickly that she had to time her breathing—the other taking her pussy like she’d never been taken before.

Finally Martinson cried out, and his grip on her hair tightened painfully. Then he seemed to almost lose control as he pumped frantically, and his semen released into her throat, filling her mouth with so much of the salty liquid she had to work to swallow it all. He waited until there was nothing left to swallow before he pulled himself all the way out.

Black was driving himself in and out of her, no longer finding her body resistant to his hard rhythm. She was too wet, too stretched by his engorged cock. But she could feel the fullness, her body taking all he could give.

It was so good, so perfect. She whimpered. “Please. I need it. Please!”

“Fuck her harder,” Lawrence said, voice rough.

Martinson reached down to play roughly with her breasts while Black rocked in and out of her so hard she could feel the head of his dick ram against her cervix. Pain mixed with pleasure, intermingling in a way that she couldn’t wrap her mind around. Then one of Martinson’s hands moved to pinch her clit, hard.

She moaned, long and loud. Not even caring how it sounded, how needy she must look.

“Want to fuck her ass,” Black said breathlessly, and she felt one of his thumbs on her crown. She shied away, but the slight, forbidden touch, along with everything else, pushed her over the edge, and the orgasm rolled over. She cried out, a long, low sound that barely registered as human to her ears.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Black demanded, still thrusting in and out of her body as fast and hard as he could. “If I fucked you hard in that tight little ass.” His motions became jerky, and his hands moved back to her hips, holding her right where he wanted her while he pistoned in and out of her pussy.

“Not this time, Black,” Lawrence said, but he seemed to jack himself harder at the idea of it. His breath was coming in gasps, and she wondered if he’d come in her mouth like Martinson had.

Black shouted and he rammed into her, his dick spasming as he came hard inside of her. Inside of the condom she’d heard him don before penetrating her.

The world was still light and fuzzy, and she’d barely registered the high of his orgasm—the reality that she’d just pleased two men, and in turn been pleased in a way she’d never even imagined—before Lawrence was speaking again.

“Stand her up.” His voice was so strangled it was almost unrecognizable. “Up on her knees.”

Black pulled out of her and she gasped at the sudden loss. Then Black and Martinson were pulling her up to her knees, Martinson from her side and Black from behind. She could feel the wet condom and his still half-hard dick against the small of her back.

Then Lawrence was in front of her, pumping his dick hard and fast. The tip was sticky and wet, and the sight of his intense expression and the way he fisted his cock while he was still fully clothed made her shudder with sudden need again. She opened her mouth, eager to taste him.

But he didn’t take her offering. Instead, he grunted and pointed his dick at her chest and jerked. The hot spray caught her breasts and stomach, covering them with his sticky semen.

She gasped at the sight, at the sensation. Her mind didn’t understand it fully, but her body did. Need pooled between her legs.

Bare seconds later, he was tucking himself back into his pants and zipping up. His expression hard and revealing nothing of his thoughts.

The speed of it stunned her, as did his nonchalance. Was he displeased? Her thoughts raced. Was he going to send her away? He hadn’t come inside of her, or even let her touch him. Was he not pleased with her—how she’d performed? Maybe her obvious naïveté to this world had turned him off. Sorrow hit her in the chest, harsher and sharper because it was so unexpected.

Then he was back in front of her, a small towel in hand. Carefully, he wiped his semen off of her, then, with Martinson and Black’s help, pulled her to her feet. They moved her as if she were no heavier than a feather. His expression was still closed off, but he didn’t look unhappy exactly.

It suddenly hit her how sore she was. Her feet from the shoes. Her knees and wrists—the floor was well padded, but it wasn’t magic. And her mouth and pussy were aching something fierce. Her ass still burned a little.

And she’d never felt so good in her whole life.

“Amazing,” Martinson said, sliding a hand down her cheek before moving to untie her hands.

Black moved her hair to kiss the side of her neck softly. “Good job, dove.”

Lawrence didn’t touch her, save to wipe a bit more at her breasts. Then he stepped back and let the other two help her out of her bra and panties.

“They’ll get you to the bath. Tara will bring you some new clothes to wear home. These will be laundered by the time you get in tomorrow morning.” Her expression must have shown her surprise, because he offered her a reassuring smile—albeit a small one. “You passed the interview, of course. Now we’ll see how you do during your probationary period.”

She couldn’t help the big, triumphant smile that overtook her. “I won’t let you down.”

“I hope not. Remember, Miss Wilson, this can be a very wonderful job—but it is a job. Not a place for jealous schoolgirls or young women with nonprofessional aspirations. Keep that in mind.”

The warning was soft, subtle, but it was a warning nonetheless. Professional. No touching the boss until she’d proven herself. She was being warned that while sex was allowed, falling for him was not. Just as well, because she was certain that would be an exercise in futility.

She’d prove herself to him. And she’d make him as crazy for her physically as she was for him. No matter what it took.

But no falling for the boss.

B
ored was
the one thing Faith never expected to be after accepting a position with Lawrence and Associates—not after the interview of her life. But two weeks have passed since she took the job that was supposed to be part office assistant and part sex kitten, and she’s seen zero action since her interview.

N
ew clients are in town
, and Faith is determined to prove herself worthy of her position. But will she get closer to the ever-elusive Mr. Lawrence, or will her performance only push him away?

C
heck out Customer Satisfaction today
!

O
ffice Party

The Interview

Customer Satisfaction

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ther Titles

Snowed In

Against the Wall

Office Heat

Sweet Ride

A
ndie writes
sexy erotic romance and erotica stories that push boundaries. When she’s not writing (or reading!), she can usually be found daydreaming or attempting a new recipe. She thinks that life should require happily ever afters. And since she doesn’t make the rules of life, she instead applies this philosophy to the worlds she can control–the ones in her books.