Page 109 of Their Famous Dominant (Office Intrigue Duet 4)
“Thank you, sunshine,” he said softly as he turned to face us.
I was pretty sure that was genuine relief in his eyes. The man hadn’t expected her to sign. I hated that we’d somehow ended up in this strange place with all this weird tension between us. I felt like the link between them and I knew that wasn’t the case.
When Master moved behind me, my breath halted again. I could feel the heat of him against my naked back as he stepped in close, his arms sliding around in front of me.
I liked that he touched me so easily. He’d done so yesterday in the shower after he’d wickedly made me come. I could tell it was an exploration for him. Master was finding out what he liked, at the same time finding out what I liked.
“What do you think, sunshine?”
My gaze dropped down to Clarissa. She was peering up at me, her eyes on Master’s hands as they roamed over my chest.
“He’s beautiful, Master,” she whispered as she watched us.
“I think so, too,” he replied, his breath fanning against my ear. “Even more so when he’s restrained and at my mercy.”
My eyes darted to the mirrored wall and I wondered if there was anyone on the other side of that glass. Were they watching? Had they seen me kissing Clarissa? Perhaps Master had been there, observing us. I wouldn’t put it past him.
Master’s warmth disappeared, and I turned my attention back to him.
“Sunshine, while I get my boy right where I want him, I need for you to undress.” He motioned toward the bed. “I want you to ensure he has a perfect view and then I want you to position yourself on the bed. Prop yourself on a couple of pillows, then spread your legs wide.”
My heart was pounding as he gave her instructions. I didn’t even care what he was going to do to me. The mere thought of watching Clarissa undress, to see her glistening pussy on display was enough to have my muscles tightening.
After retrieving something from his bag, Master returned to my side. He took my right wrist and began strapping a black leather cuff to it.
“Keep your eyes on her,” he instructed. “I guarantee, what she’s doing is far more appealing than what I am.”
When he moved around behind me, I looked up to see Clarissa standing beside the bed, her hands reaching behind her. I wasn’t sure how a woman managed to dress in a contraption such as the one she was wearing without help, but it seemed she knew exactly what to do to free herself of it. A few seconds later, the emerald corset was loosened, and she was pushing it down to the floor.
Every single move she made was graceful yet practiced, as though choreographed for my pleasure. She watched me while I watched her. I couldn’t look away, mesmerized by every glorious inch of skin she revealed. While I was practically trembling with need, Clarissa was poised and confident. Her hands didn’t shake; her breaths were even. Again, something seemed off about her movements.
Master fixed the cuff on my other wrist and moved behind me once more.
“Raise your arms above your head. I’m going to connect your wrists to a hook in the ceiling to keep you from using your hands.”
I did as he requested, watching as Clarissa stripped her panties off, revealing the smooth, soft flesh between her thighs.
“Beautiful,” Master murmured. “Such a lovely pussy. Even more so now that it’s bare.”
It took a second to realize Master had secured my arms above my head. I looked up to see the cuffs were connected to a hook in the ceiling. It was adjustable, so I was able to remain flat-footed, although there was a gentle pressure that pulled my body straight.
Clarissa crawled onto the bed, a move that should’ve been seductive, natural even, but was definitely choreographed. I admired the way her heavy breasts swayed as she moved. And when she propped two pillows behind her and reclined against the headboard, I thought I would go out of my mind.
Her pussy was on display, bare skin gleaming in the dim light from the bedside lamps. I’d been buried to the balls in that sweet pussy just last night. I’d felt the tight clasp of her cunt as she rocked against me, begging for more. My cock throbbed, aching to relive that moment, to feel her wet heat consuming me.
However, while I’d thought she would be turned on the way I was, her pussy wasn’t glistening. She wasn’t wet. She didn’t appear to be turned on by this. No doubt she knew I was because my cock was rock hard, bobbing between my legs.
“What’s your color, sunshine?” Master asked.
Color? I glanced over at him.
“Green, Master.”
“Very good. And you, boy?”
