Three Bosses’ Assistant: Love by Numbers Book 2

by Casey, Nicole

  The only downside, if it could even be seen that way, was that while she was focusing so much of her energy on pleasing us outside of work, Sascha’s attention to detail around the office was starting to slip a little. I mentioned to Carson that she neglected to bring me a batch of our writers’ paperwork, so a bunch of them didn’t get paid, and he told me that she’d mixed up his schedule a few times, so he went to two of his meetings prepared for the wrong clients. He also told me that Ryland had mentioned in passing that she’d neglected to get notices to him to get contracts written, so we were behind there too.

  “Well, what do we do?” I asked him. “We can’t fire her. She was awesome before we started going at her like sailors.”

  Carson nodded. “It’s true, and she’s still really good at her job, it’s just these little errors that are causing problems.” He sighed. “Plus, as much as I hate to admit defeat, I think I’d miss her quite a bit if she weren’t around.

  “You and me both.” Sascha’s stunning smile, heartwarming laugh and daily words of encouragement skated across my brain. “Maybe we need to talk to her. Just bring her attention to them and she’ll straighten them out, or at least lay off her a little bit so she can refocus. We’re all so into this that we’re going a little harder than we need to be.”

  A mischievous grin curved across Carson’s face. “I might have another idea.”

  “What’s that?” I asked.

  “Remember when you, Ryland and I were talking about having sex in the office?” Carson questioned.

  “Yeah,” I said.

  “Tomorrow,” he said. “You bring some of your toys, I’ll tell Ryland to pick up some wine, and I’ll get the most important part.”

  A grin found my face. “What’s the most important part?”

  “A costume to fit the part,” he said.

  * * *

  The next day, I walked up to Sascha at her desk near the end of the day. “Sascha.”

  She turned and looked up at me, the hickey I’d given her a few nights before still peeking out from under her shirt collar. “Yes?”

  “Carson, Ryland and I need to discuss your job performance with you. Please plan to stay after work hours today. We’ll meet in Carson’s office at 5,” I presented in my most serious voice.

  Sascha frowned. “I know I’ve made a few mistakes lately, but I’ve been a little distracted, you know that.”

  I wanted to break. She looked legitimately upset. “Try not to think about it too much. We just need to discuss what going forward looks like for us. Please, meet us in Carson’s office at 5.” I walked away without any other discussion. I didn’t want to blow it.

  I had to put active effort into keeping my mind off of our plans throughout the day. Every time I imagined Sascha using some of the things I started to get a hard on and needed to relax. 5 o’clock couldn’t come soon enough.

  What felt like hours later, I was finally shutting down my computer and heading over to Carson’s office. I walked over a few minutes before Sascha was meant to meet us and Ryland and Carson were already there, each with a glass of wine in their hands. I joined in, with a silent agreement passing between us that we were going to make the most of this new, exciting experience. We were each emptying our glasses when there was a light knock on Carson’s door.

  “Come in,” I announced.

  The door moved aside and Sacha walked in, a look of nervousness on her face. She shut the door behind her, but stayed standing right in front of it. “Hello.”

  I smiled. “Hello. Thank you for coming.”

  Carson nodded. “We need to talk with you about your job performance. It’s been slipping a little lately.”

  “You’ve fumbled Carson’s schedule, put me behind on contracts and neglected to get writer paperwork turned in on time. These are small errors that can really start to add up,” Ryland explained. “It’s unacceptable.”

  “I agree,” Sascha responded nervously. “I’m so sorry, I promise I’ll clean it up.”

  “We actually had the opposite idea in mind,” Carson said. He lifted a bag from behind his desk and handed it over to Sascha. “Go put this on. We plan to show you exactly what happens to assistants to mess up their bosses’ work.”

  Sascha peeked into the bag and then a smile popped onto her face briefly before disappearing behind a minxy, faux-innocent one. “Yes sir.”

  She left the office for a few minutes and when she came back, I was beside myself. Her typical, hyper-professional attire was gone, leaving behind a costume befitting a porn star. There was a dress-shirt collar with a tie hanging from it, that was entirely separate from the cleavage-bearing halter-top that had a pin-stripe appearance to it and only barely covered her breasts and nothing more. There was a pencil-skirt that matched, that picked up right around her waist and was only about a foot-long, stopping mid-thigh, and to top it all off, a pair of stilettos.

  “Derr’mo,” I huffed.

  “You outdid yourself, Carson,” Ryland commented.

  Carson hissed at the sight of it. “Yes I did.” He looked at me. “Ian?”

  I chuckled. “Well, she looks good, but how can we be certain she’ll obey?”

  “Sounds like your department,” Carson shot back and I laughed.

  I walked over to the sofa that Carson kept in his office and pulled the bag I’d brought from underneath it. I hadn’t brought my entire stash, but at the very least a few fun things, including a pair of rope handcuffs. I pulled them out and walked over to Sascha and pulled her hands behind her back, and tied them together. She didn’t resist, and when her wrists were securely fastened, I bit down on her collarbone, loving the way she yelped in response.

  “Ryland, since you’re the one who had it worse, would you like to start?” I asked.

  Ryland gave me a huge grin and walked over to the bag. He pulled out the vibrating wand I had inside. “Come sit, my beautiful,” Ryland demanded.

  Sascha did as she was told, sitting down on the couch as Ryland plugged in the wand. He turned it on, immediately cranking it up to its most intense vibration. He sat down next to Sascha and pulled her left leg over his lap. Carson followed suit and sat down next to her on the other side, pulling her right leg over his lap, leaving her panty-free pussy exposed. Ryland tapped the vibrator against her clit, and she gasped. He did it again and she shuddered. He did it a third time, that time letting it sit in place. Sascha let out a series of moans that got louder and more intense the longer the vibrator sat there. Just as it seemed like she may come, Ryland pulled the vibrator away.

  “Ah, ah, ah,” he said. “Bad girls don’t get to come.”

  “Please,” Sascha whined.

  “She’s being too noisy,” Carson commented. “Ian, do you have anything that can help with that?”

  I didn’t even offer a verbal response. I walked over to my bag, reached in, and pulled out the ball gag I’d brought along. I leaned down over Sascha, led with my tongue into a kiss, and then as I pulled away, I placed the gag in her mouth and attached the clasp behind her head. Ryland set the wand back down on her pussy again, causing her to let out as loud a moan as she could with the gag in her mouth.

  “I want to fuck her,” I said watching the way she writhed.

  “Why don’t you?” Ryland said. He leaned over and whispered into Sascha’s ear. “He can, can’t he?”

  Sascha nodded her head, and I didn’t wait another moment. I dropped my pants, blanketed myself over her, and slid my dick inside. Ryland continued to press the wand against her clit, sending waves of vibration through us both. I moaned and Carson laughed.

  “That shit feels good, right?” he asked.

  “Eto chertovski khorosho, ya ne mogu dumat’ pryamo,” I responded.

  “Let me get under her,” Ryland said.

  He set the wand down for a moment and pulled off his own pants. We repositioned so that Sascha was sitting in his lap, still facing me, and I slipped back inside of her. Ryland grabbed the wand again and wrapped
it around her, setting it on top of her pussy once again. Sascha cried out around the gag, and the feeling of the vibrations along with her clamping down on my dick, threatened to pull me over.

  A moment later, I felt Ryland’s dick against mine. It shocked me at first, but I knew what he was going for, so I accommodated it. He pushed his tip inside of her, forcing his dick in her pussy alongside mine. It was next level. I was pushed against the walls of her pussy, feeling the friction even more as I moved in and out of her against Ryland’s dick, with the vibrator pulsating through all three of us.

  I didn’t even have any warning. I started to come immediately, grunting and groaning as I emptied my seed into her. Sascha cried out and I could tell in the way her pussy started contracting that she was coming too.

  “I’m close,” Ryland announced.

  “Wait,” I said. I pulled out and pointed at the gaping opening where my dick had been. I looked over at Carson with a raise to my eyebrow. “You’ve got to try this.”

  Carson didn’t need to be told a second time. He stood up from where he was and took my place, pushing his dick into Sascha. Her eyes nearly popped out of her skull, probably because Carson had both Ryland and I beat in size.

  Still as he buried into her, he started to grumble. “Fuck.”

  Sascha’s moans got more and more labored and Ryland let out a sigh. “She’s coming again.”

  I walked over and climbed up on the couch, so that my dick was next to Sascha’s mouth. I undid the ball gag and let it fall from her mouth, immediately replacing it with my cock. My legs shook as her tongue slicked against my shaft. Having just come, it was over sensitive, and it felt like I was gonna buckle.

  At once, Ryland and Carson groaned out, as Sascha moaned around my dick. The sensation of her cries pulled a second orgasm from me as Ryland and Carson each pumped their way through orgasms of their own. We sat there for a minute, breathing through it as I pulled my cock from Sascha’s mouth.

  After a few moments had passed, she started to laugh. “If that’s how I’m going to be punished, don’t expect my work to improve.”

  We started to laugh with her. In truth, we didn’t really think it through, but in that moment, none of us cared. Sascha kissed Ryland and there was something about the way that she stared into his eyes, and the way that he stared back. Carson was just gently caressing her skin and I was running my hands through her hair.

  It was at that moment that it struck me, that we were in deeper than we realized. Sascha had us eating out of the palm of her hand, but she smiled at us and it seemed that she was eating out of ours as well.

  Sascha

  I could only assume I looked like one of those cartoon characters that bounced everywhere they walked. Things were going so well with Ryland, Ian and Carson that a smile had become a permanent fixture to my face. They were so attentive, so loving, and whether we were having sex or not, it almost seemed unfair that I should have three such amazing men flitting around after me when I was just me.

  And what I really had to come to terms with, was that I more than simply liked them. I hated being away from them. Ian calling after me in Russian while I was trying to complete tasks for him, getting lost in a heated debate with Ryland about some topic of intellect, or ping-ponging snide remarks with Carson, both getting increasingly angrier until we both just started laughing; I was hooked to these men in a dangerous way.

  “Sascha!” My friend Erin’s voice snapped me back to reality. We were out to coffee and I kept thinking about my men and would start daydreaming. “Jeez, tell me whoever it is that has you like this immediately.”

  I giggled a little. “I took a page out of your book,” I said.

  She gasped. “Two? Isn’t it amazing?”

  I took a coy sip of my coffee. “There are two of them, yes. Plus one more.”

  Her jaw dropped. “Three?” she said. “You always did like to one-up me.”

  I laughed. “It was never my intention, but, they’re just so…” My mind started to trail off again and Erin snapped her fingers in my face. “Sorry.”

  “So tell me about them,” Erin said, drinking her own coffee.

  “Well, there’s Ian, and he’s half-Russian. He speaks the language fluently, and he’ll sometimes drop into it, especially when we’re... You know. It’s so sexy. He’s got longish blond hair, and blue eyes. He looks like a god or something,” I explained.

  “Amazing,” Erin said.

  “And then there’s Ryland. A British guy,” I started.

  Erin giggled. “Oh, you’re being international, I like it.”

  “Shh,” I said. “Anyway, he’s very studious and sophisticated, both in and out of the bedroom. The most mature guy I’ve ever been with by far.”

  “Isn’t it wonderful?” Erin said. “Mature men are so underrated.”

  “And then there’s Carson. He’s this rugged type of guy, but a real stickler for the rules. He’s the kind of guy you think you know, until you actually get to know him and then realize he’s totally different,” I said. Carson’s genuine smile came to my mind, or the way he laughed at the mixology class. He really was a wonderful guy. “You’d probably like him the best.”

  “It sounds like it,” Erin said. Her smile went from amused to warm. “You seem happy.”

  “I really am,” I said. “Being with them makes me feel so alive”

  “That’s the best feeling, trust me, I know.” She took another drink from her coffee cup, emptying it out. “Not to change the subject, but have you heard from Jada?”

  My heart thudded a little bit. Jada was a good friend of Erin and I’s from college. She moved to Montana back in August, rather suddenly, and I didn’t get to see her before she left. I had been meaning to call her, but with everything with the guys, I hadn’t had time.

  “I haven’t heard much from her,” I said. “We’ve both been pretty busy, but she did send me pictures when she first got there. The ranch is beautiful.”

  Erin raised an eyebrow. “Apparently that’s not all that’s beautiful.”

  My eyes widened a bit. “Men?”

  “She just told me this morning,” Erin said. “I guess there are four of them that she works with regularly and they’re all gorgeous.”

  “Can you imagine if all three of us ended up in polyamorous relationships?” I said. “I’ll have to call her when I get a chance so I can hear about it,” I said.

  “Why don’t you call her now?” Erin said.

  I perked an eyebrow. “Right in the middle of coffee?”

  “Why not?” she said. “I didn’t get to talk with her about it much either, so I’d like to listen in.” She yelped suddenly. “Facetime her!”

  It didn’t seem like a horrible idea. I had been procrastinating it after all. I pulled out my phone and navigated to Jada’s number and pressed the button to video chat with her. A few moments later Jada’s face, bronzed skin and warm brown eyes crowned by her gorgeous head of curly hair that appeared brown, but had streaks of blond throughout, filled the screen.

  I flipped around so that Erin was in the screen with me. “Hi Jada!” I greeted.

  “Hey! Aw, I miss you guys!” Jada said.

  I pouted my lips. “I know, I miss you too. How are things?”

  Jada flashed an image of the morning sun shining over the ranch. There were several different animals roaming the pastures, and a couple of men tending to them and the farm. They were full-bodied and muscular, wearing tank tops that showed off their arms well.

  “Not a bad view,” Erin joked.

  “Tell me about it,” Jada said. “They make it hard to focus. Hey, Sascha, remember the guy I was telling you about from high school, Ben?”

  I nodded. “Yeah. Your first true love, right?”

  Jada pointed at one of the guys out laying feed for the pigs. “That’s him.”

  Erin and I each gasped. “Seriously?” I said. “What are the chances?”

  Jada moved the camera back to her face. “Righ
t? I’m in real trouble out here, ladies.” Off-camera, someone called out to Jada. She looked over, waved towards them and then looked back at the camera. “Guys, I’m sorry. I have to go, but can we please schedule a time to have a full skype session soon?”

  “Yes please,” Erin and I said in unison.

  “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Erin said. She elbowed me gently in my ribs. “Or Sascha for that matter.”

  “Glad to know I have lots of options,” Jada said with a giggle. “Love you guys, talk to you soon!”

  “Love you. Bye!” I said, and a second later, the call dropped.

  I moved back to my chair as Erin laughed. “She’s really in trouble, no one knows better than us.”

  I held up my coffee cup in a ‘cheers’ pose. “To us and the complicated, wonderful relationships we’ve found ourselves in.”

  Erin clicked her empty cup against mine and then stood up from her chair. “I have to use the bathroom. Can you get me another coffee? I’m gonna regret it later, but I have to prepare for a few cases tonight, so I’ll be pulling an all-nighter.”

  “Sure,” I replied.

  Erin walked off and I stood up from the table with her cup and walked over to the barista behind the counter. I waited for him to call me over and then handed over her cup. “She just had a regular coffee, medium roast. Can I have a refill?”

  “Of course,” he took the cup. “Just a dollar.”

  Before I could hand the dollar over, a familiar arm reached over me and handed a debit card to the barista. “Add it to mine, along with a tall mocha, please.”

  I looked up and Carson was standing behind me. His normally sweet smile was gone and he looked downright distressed. He had huge bags under his eyes like he hadn’t slept in days. I know we’d been at it like rabbits lately, but he always slept like a newborn afterwards. I didn’t think this exhaustion had anything to do with our relationship.