Page 163 of Their Famous Dominant (Office Intrigue Duet 4)
My head was spinning from so much sensation, the desire turning into a conflagration scorching me from the inside out. Then Master’s hand disappeared and his cock lined up with my asshole once more. Only this time he was pushing in, drawing a long, ragged moan from me.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” Master hissed as he pressed down between my shoulder blades, forcing me to lean over, my feet still firmly on the floor.
“How does it feel?” Clarissa asked, her voice soft.
I stared down at her, trying to hang on to my sanity. I was overwhelmed by it all. The way her pussy squeezed my cock, her soft, smooth hands running over my arms and shoulders, Master’s cock filling my ass, his fingertips pressing into my flesh as he held me still.
“Better than anything I’ve ever felt before,” I admitted.
“It’s about to get better, boy,” Master said, his hands curling over my shoulders. “You better hang on.”
Planting my hands firmly on the mattress beside Clarissa’s head, I braced myself as Master retreated before slamming into me.
“Fuck,” I groaned at the same time Clarissa gasped.
My eyes widened, fear that I’d hurt her nearly overwhelming me.
“Color, sunshine?” Master asked.
“Green, Master. So very, very green.”
I released the breath I’d been holding just when Master retreated and slammed into me again. This time, I was watching Clarissa’s face, noticing the heat that flared in her eyes. Master’s momentum was shifting me forward, driving my cock deep inside her pussy, the plug still filling her ass.
Master slammed into me several more times, making my blood thrum in my veins, my body heating, inundated by the intensity. When he paused, I sucked in air at the same time his chest covered my back, his mouth brushing my neck.
“Damn you feel good,” he whispered as his hips pumped in short bursts.
“Master…” I knew it came out as a warning, but I couldn’t help it. I was going to come if he kept that up.
“Ask permission,” Master commanded as he continued to rock into me.
“Fuck…” I could hardly breathe. He thrust with just enough force to have me impaling Clarissa, who was still beneath me, her fingernails now digging into my triceps. “Master, may I come?” He continued that mind-blowing rhythm that had my balls drawing up. “Please … fuck…”
Master’s chest lifted from my back and he began drilling into me again. This time, Clarissa’s body tensed as she reached up and jerked my head down, her lips crushing to mine. Her pussy clamped down on my cock as she whimpered.
I knew I was a goner at that point. I pulled back from her mouth, a desperate rumble coming up from my chest. “Master! Please … may I come?”
“Yes, boy. Come for me,” Master growled as his hips slammed against my ass, his cock impaling me harder, deeper.
As soon as his words registered, my body was no longer my own. I came in a rush, every muscle locking up.
Seconds later, Master followed me right over the edge.
THIRTY
Clarissa
WHILE MOST OF THE WEEK had been interesting, Friday was turning out to be relatively tame.
Or so I thought.
I’d woken up to find both Trent and Troy gone from the bed. In their defense, I had opted to sleep in late, so I couldn’t expect them to hang around forever. Rather than freak out, I’d smiled to myself. Gone was that feeling of abandonment and in its place something that felt a hell of a lot like contentment. It was then that I’d realized I’d grown accustomed to this new life, to being in a different state, learning new things, experiencing new things. And it had me thinking about the job.
That seemed to be the only thing lacking in my life right now.
While I enjoyed the travel, the new city, spending all of my waking hours with the men I’d found myself head-over-heels in love with, I was still missing that small part of myself. The part I’d been denying because I hadn’t felt good enough.
The thing was, I felt as though I was good enough to do anything. Anything I put my mind to. And I think I had Trent and Troy to thank for that. They were constantly looking to me for things. Whether it was help, advice, even approval. Not openly, mind you. But I felt it. I felt needed when I was with them.
I liked being needed.
When I finally crawled out of bed, I found out my men had gone to work out with Case, so I opted for a long, hot shower followed by an omelet that Brax had prepared for me right there in the kitchen I was sitting at.
And not once had I experienced any surprises.
Right up until I walked into the Chatter PR Global offices shortly before noon.
Yesterday, Landon and Langston had asked to meet with me again so we could discuss the few adjustments I wanted to make to their proposal. Unfortunately, they hadn’t said when they wanted me to come down, so I’d picked my own time.
