Page 88 of Office Intrigue (Office Intrigue Duet 1)
“Place your hands on my thighs.”
I did that, too.
“Now fuck me. Ride my cock.”
In that position, it was easier for me to have control, to lift and lower on his cock, and it allowed him to go impossibly deep inside me.
“Faster, pet,” he said, his voice rougher than before. “Fuck me like you need me.”
“I need you,” I whispered, wanting him to know that above all else.
“Show me.”
I pushed up, then dropped down onto him, impaling myself on his dick. Over and over, my movements were erratic as the sensations spiraled out of control inside me.
“Come on my cock.”
“Oh, God,” I groaned, feeling my orgasm as it rushed upon me. It didn’t take long before I was crying out.
“Say my name,” he ordered.
“Master… Oh, yes!”
Master gripped my hips, holding me still as he fucked me hard from underneath. I could only imagine what it would be like if I was beneath him.
“Again, little one,” he insisted. “Come again.”
As he pounded into me, another orgasm crested, this one more powerful than the last. It stole my breath and all of my strength. Luckily, Master held me up while he surged deep within me. Seconds later, he jerked me down on him and I felt the pulse of his cock as he came inside me. His lips trailed across my shoulders, his breath warm against my back.
“Luci…”
I sank back into him and he held me close, his arms wrapped around me as his lips grazed my neck.
“Thank you, pet.”
I wasn’t sure what he was thanking me for, but his words made my heart swell.
Thirty-Four
I LEFT THE OFFICE THAT night feeling confused about everything that had happened. Not only that day but every day leading up to that.
After stopping to grab a taco—my go-to comfort food—I went home and sat on the sofa in the dark, trying to recall everything that had taken place since the day of my interview. That had been almost eight weeks ago. Since that time, I had agreed to be shared by my four bosses, I’d gone on a pseudo-date with two of them, I’d been fucked by all four men, they had adorned me with toys, I’d been taught how to deep-throat, and now I had been publicly spanked.
All while ramping up on my new job. The new job that I sometimes did while naked.
It seemed as though I’d been shoved down the rabbit hole and I was now living in an alternate universe. It hadn’t seemed strange in the least until today. Until the change I’d witnessed in Langston.
I had no idea what to think about it all.
While I was sitting there, my arms curled around me, my phone buzzed with a text. I leaned over and picked it up. It was a text from Langston.
Langston: Little one? How are you doing? Wanted to check in.
Luci: I’m okay.
It was mostly the truth. I was confused, sure, but other than that I was fine.
Langston: How’s your ass? Still hurt?
Luci: Not really, no.
Langston: If it’s still bothersome, put some lotion on it. Something light. I should’ve done that while you were still in my office.
Luci: I don’t think it’s necessary, but okay.
Langston: I need to ask you a question.
Luci: Anything.
Langston: Are you familiar with BDSM? And I’m not just referring to what you’ve read in fiction?
I frowned. The truth was, until I’d read that first book he loaned me, I’d never even heard about BDSM. Since then I’d devoured numerous others, but that was the gist of my experience. I decided to be honest when I typed my response.
Luci: No. Other than what I’ve read in romance novels, I’m not very familiar with it.
While I waited, I went into my contacts and changed his name to Master. For whatever reason, I’d started enjoying the way that it sounded. At least in my head. For me it signified a connection between us. I was sure I was overthinking things, but hey. It was all a jumble of chaotic nonsense slipping dangerously through my mind, and I was simply trying to deal.
Master: Search the Internet and read up on it. We’ll discuss it more tomorrow, in the office.
Luci: Okay. I can do that.
Master: And Luci, I’ll expect you to ask questions. It’s not a cut-and-dried lifestyle. You will have questions. Good night, pet.
Luci: Good night, Master.
I pulled up my search browser on my phone, typing in BDSM. The results that came back were shocking. There was so much information, including online groups—more like communities—that lived the lifestyle.
After an hour of reading a variety of blogs and online articles, my eyes were tired and I’d learned more than I’d ever wanted to know on the subject. Sure, it intrigued me, but it also frightened the shit out of me. That was what Master was into? There were so many variations from submissives to slaves, sadists and masochists, even some who were referred to as primals. I read about various honorifics, training programs of all types, punishments. There was a wealth of information available, along with just as many warnings about misunderstandings and people being in it for the wrong reasons.
