by Ramona Gray
Sex with them was a drug and I was a hopeless addict.
“It’s a butt plug.” My voice was barely above a whisper.
“It is,” Mason said.
“I don’t think – I mean, am I ready for that?”
“You’ve had both mine and Dane’s fingers in your ass the last couple of days,” Mason said. “It’s time to try the plug.”
Pleasure and shame flooded through me. I’d liked the feel of their fingers in my ass much more than I’d thought I would. I’d protested a little, but the second Mason’s fingers had pushed past that tight ring of muscle, I’d been in heaven. Having fingers in my ass while being fucked only made my orgasm that much stronger.
Still, there was a difference between fingers and the plug that I was staring at. One end was a flat round jewel and the flared end of the plug seemed impossibly large. There was no way it was fitting in my butt.
“Um, it’s a little big,” I said. “And what’s with the jewel?”
Mason grinned. “We want our girl to look pretty.”
I touched the butt plug apprehensively. “I’m not ready for this.”
“You are,” Mason said. “You only need to wear it for a few hours, all right?”
I chewed on my bottom lip. “Okay.”
“Good.” His hand squeezed my ass again and then he reached into the box and pushed the tissue paper aside to reveal a small bottle of lube. “Turn around and bend over the desk, sweetheart.”
My mouth dropped open, and Mason made a low growl of need. “Sweetheart, you know what happens when your mouth is open like that. You get a nice big cock to fill it.”
I swallowed hard, suddenly wondering what it would be like to give Mason a blow job right here in the office.
Completely unprofessional, Naomi.
“I’m not wearing the plug right now,” I said.
“Yes, you are,” Mason said.
“I’ll try it tonight at home.”
“No,” he said.
That one word made my pussy almost drip with anticipation. God, what was it about Mason and Dane dominating me that got me so hot? I didn’t have a clue, but the last week had made it perfectly clear that, right or wrong, I loved it when they told me what to do in the bedroom.
You’re not in the bedroom.
True, I wasn’t, but the way Mason was looking at me, the way he was acting like it was a perfectly normal request for me to bend over Dane’s desk and have a plug inserted in my ass, was making me weirdly hot.
“I can’t wear this at work,” I said. “What if someone finds out?”
“Considering that Dane and I are the only ones who get to see you naked, no one else is going to know,” Mason said. “Turn around.”
“I don’t want to,” I said.
His eyebrow arched and he said, “Turn around now, Naomi, or I’ll spank you.”
“You wouldn’t,” I said. I hadn’t been spanked by either Mason or Dane yet. I’d been perfectly content to do everything they’d told me to do.
“I would,” he said.
“But people would hear.”
He laughed. “Sweetheart, I’ll invite them in to watch if you keep sassing me the way you are.”
I scowled at him and he took the plug from me. “Turn around and bend over the desk.”
“Mason…”
“Do it.” His tone was firm and unyielding, and more hot pleasure flooded through me. Without another word I turned and bent over Dane’s desk until my breasts were pressed against it and my ass was up in the air.
Mason made a sound of appreciation and set the lube and the plug on the desk. “Hands behind your back, Naomi.”
“What for?”
He slapped my ass hard and I cried out at the sting. My face flushed. If someone was walking by Dane’s office, they would have heard it.
That’s what you get for being a bad girl.
My pussy soaking wet now, I put my hands behind my back, my breath catching in my throat when I felt Mason loop the ribbon from my present around my wrists. He pulled it tight, wrapping it a few more times before tying it into a knot.
I tugged experimentally. Despite the thinness of the ribbon, there was no give to it at all and dark lust beat in my belly. I was helpless now and Mason would put the plug in my butt whether I wanted it or not.
That errant thought turned me on more than I wanted to admit. God, no wonder I never safe worded. I was ridiculously kinky.
The cool air kissed my ass cheeks as Mason eased my skirt up over my hips and bunched it around my waist.
“Look at you wearing a thong,” Mason said. “Spread your legs, sweetheart.”
I blushed but spread my thighs wide, feeling the strain in my lower calves as I rested my heated cheek on the desk below me. “I wanted to try wearing one, so I went shopping after work a couple days ago.”
He traced the silk between my ass cheeks. “Do you like it?”
“It’s all right,” I said. “I’m not sure if it’s my fav- oh!”
“Shh, sweetheart,” Mason said as his fingers rubbed my pussy through the silk fabric again. “Not so loud. My God, you are so fucking wet, aren’t you? You like being tied up and bent over Dane’s desk.”
“No, I don’t,” I said. “I don’t like it… oh, oh God…”
Mason’s fingers had slipped beneath my panties. He caressed my clit again before sliding two fingers deep into my pussy. I ground against his fingers as he fucked me, trying not to moan too loudly.
“You fucking love it, dirty girl.” I could hear the amusement and lust mixed in Mason’s voice. “Look at how wet you are.”
He put his fingers in front of my face and I stared at the wetness on them before closing my eyes in embarrassment.
Mason traced his fingers across my lips. “Open and suck, Naomi.”
I sucked his fingers clean as Mason rubbed my ass with his other hand.
“Good girl,” he said. His fingers dipped back into my pussy, teasing and stroking and driving me crazy. “I could probably put this plug in without any lube, just use the wetness from your little pussy.”
“Mason, please,” I whimpered as he rubbed my clit with firm circles.
“Don’t cum, Naomi,” he said.
I muttered a curse under my breath, and he laughed before squeezing my ass. “Raise up a little.”
I did what he asked, and he pulled my panties to the middle of my thighs. “Do you have any idea how pretty you look right now?” he said.
“Thank you, sir.”
“You’re welcome.”
I pulled at my ribbon bond when Mason slid his finger down the crack of my ass. He laughed again as he watched me struggle. “You can’t get free, sweetheart. Stop trying.”
I automatically clenched when his finger rested against my anus and Mason squeezed my ass cheek again. “Nope, relax.”
“I can’t,” I said as I clenched again.
“This is going to be a little cold,” he said before he dripped lube over my hole. I squealed, clenching even harder as his finger rubbed the lube into my skin.
“Shh,” he said. “It’s just my finger. Relax.”
I took a deep breath and made myself relax. I’d had his finger in my back hole before, it was no big deal. I arched my back at the pressure as Mason eased his finger past the tight ring of muscle.
“Good, sweetheart.” His other hand rubbed my ass and thighs as he added a second finger. “You’re doing very well.”
I moaned in response. God, this was kind of hot. Lying on Dane’s desk, exposed with my hands tied while my coworkers could be walking down the hallway was turning me on in a way I’d never experienced before.
Mason removed his fingers and I whined in protest. I could hear the smile in his voice as he patted my ass. “I know, sweetheart. You want your hole filled. Give me a second.”
I couldn’t see him, but from the sounds, I knew he was putting lube on the plug. I immediately tensed up. I tried to keep doing some deep breathing, but i
n my head, I kept seeing the wide end of the plug. It was so big, there was no way it would ever fit inside of me.”
“Sweetheart, stop tensing,” Mason said. There was dull pressure against my asshole, and I clenched again, my ass cheeks practically slapping together.
“Naomi.” Mason’s voice was firm but this time I couldn’t make myself obey him. I mean, was having a plug in my ass really something I wanted or -
We both heard the door open at the same time. My entire body froze, my mind screaming at me to do something, anything to cover my naked, lube covered ass. Before I could move, the door closed and Dane’s deep voice said, “Seriously, Mason?”
I slumped against the desk, my lungs working overtime to drag air in as Mason said, “What? You agreed we should try the plug on her today.”
“I meant tonight, after work.” Dane joined us and he leaned down and pressed a kiss against my mouth. “Hello, baby.”
“Hi, Dane,” I said.
“I didn’t want to wait,” Mason said. “Besides, how hot is it knowing that she’s sitting at her desk with a plug in her ass?”
“Dane, tell him he has to wait,” I said.
“What’s with this?” Dane tugged on the ribbon around my wrists.
“She was being a bad girl,” Mason said.
“I wasn’t,” I said. “I wasn’t being a bad girl, Dane.”
“If you weren’t, Mason wouldn’t have tied your wrists together,” Dane said. His big hand smoothed down my ass cheek and between my legs.
I moaned as he touched my clit and then finger fucked me for a few glorious seconds. “Jesus, she’s wet.”
“I know, right?” Mason said. “She is fucking loving this.”
“I don’t,” I said. “I don’t want the plug in my ass at work. Dane, tell Mason we should do this at home.”
Dane’s rough finger touched my anus and I squeaked and clenched my ass shut again, this time slamming my thighs together for good measure.
“Dane,” Mason said. “A little help?”
“My pleasure,” Dane said. He reached down and pulled my thighs open, hooking one leg around my right thigh as Mason hooked his leg around my other thigh. Dane’s big hands grabbed my ass cheeks and pried them apart and just like that I was fully exposed and completely helpless.
“Look at her little pussy,” Dane said. “She’s dripping onto my desk, she’s so wet.”
I groaned with embarrassment as Mason pressed the plug against my anus. “I know.”
He applied steady pressure and I tried to wiggle forward. Mason’s heavy hand landed on the small of my back and Dane squeezed my ass cheeks hard. “Don’t move, Naomi.”
“It hurts,” I whined as Mason pushed the plug deeper.
“Shh, breathe out and push back against the plug,” he instructed.
“What? No way,” I said. “I’m not…ow! Dane!”
He slapped my ass cheek again. “Do what Mason tells you.”
I craned my head and pouted at him. “I don’t like this, sir.”
“You will,” he said. “Push back, baby.”
I pushed back against the plug, letting my breath out in a harsh rush. There was a pulsing point of pain and Mason made a grunt of satisfaction as the plug slid into my ass.
“Good,” Mason said as Dane released my ass.
I tried to straighten, and Mason applied pressure to my lower back. “No. Stay there, sweetheart. Let us look at you.”
I stayed where I was, embarrassment and lust mixing within me as Dane and Mason looked over my body.
“How does it feel?” Dane said.
“Weird. Full. Uncomfortable,” I said.
“You’ll get used to it,” Mason said.
“Please, can I stand up now, sir?” I said.
“In a minute.” Mason rubbed my lower back.
I moaned when fingers slipped between my legs and rubbed my pussy. I ground against the fingers again, the pressure and discomfort in my ass forgotten as Dane rubbed my clit.
“Dane,” Mason said. “She doesn’t deserve an orgasm.”
“Yes, I do,” I panted. “Please, sir, I want an orgasm.”
Dane chuckled, the sound low and sexy. “She’s about to sit for the next three hours with a butt plug in her ass while she enters the world’s most boring data information. She deserves an orgasm.” His fingers tugged at my clit, and I clamped my lips shut against the loud moan.
“Fine,” Mason said. “But only one, and it needs to be quick, I have a meeting in five minutes.”
“That’s not going to be a problem,” Dane said. “She’s already about to cum.”
I moaned in agreement, my bound hands clenching and unclenching in tight fists as I felt Mason’s fingers slide into my pussy. He leaned over me, his other hand sliding under my head so he could press his hand across my mouth.
I appreciated the assist. Dane was right – I was about thirty seconds from cumming and there was no way I could be quiet about it.
Dane’s fingers teased my clit as Mason fucked me hard with his fingers. Moaning and wiggling against Dane’s desk, I wasn’t even embarrassed by the wet sucking sounds my pussy made as it clung eagerly to Mason’s fingers. Fifteen seconds later, I came screaming against Mason’s hard palm, my pussy milking Mason’s fingers and my ass clenching around the plug.
I collapsed against the desk, breathing hard as Mason and Dane rubbed my ass and thighs.
“Be right back,” Mason murmured.
A few seconds later, a warm wet cloth was between my legs. I jerked, my sensitive clit protesting, but Dane kept me on the desk as Mason cleaned my pussy and then dried it with a towel. He pulled my panties up over my hips, placing the silk ribbon of fabric snug against the jeweled end of the plug in my ass.
Dane grabbed a pair of scissors from his desk and snipped the ribbon around my wrists free. He rubbed my wrists gently as Mason tugged my skirt down over my hips and ass.
“Stand up, baby,” Dane said.
I struggled to do what he asked, swaying on my feet a little. Dane braced me against his large body and smoothed away from my face a few stray strands of hair that had fallen out of my braid. “You feel better, baby?”
“I feel really good,” I said.
He smiled and kissed my mouth before rubbing my ass. “Good girl. Go back to your desk and do your work. I left the files on your desk.”
“Yes, sir,” I said.
I took a few steps, grimacing at the unfamiliar feel of the plug in my ass. “Do I really have to wear this?”
“Yes,” Mason said. “We’ll take it out for you when we get home tonight. Understand?”
“Yes, sir,” I said.
He pressed a kiss against my mouth. “Have a good afternoon, sweetheart.”
“I have a plug in my butt,” I grumbled. “How good is it gonna be?”
Mason and Dane both laughed, and I smiled at them before walking carefully from the office.
Chapter Eleven
Dane
“Fuck, that client is an asshole,” Mason said as he met me in the driveway.
“Tell me about it.” I slammed my car door shut, Mason locked his car, and we walked toward the house.
“Did you text Naomi?”
“Yeah,” I said. “Told her we were on her way home.”
“Poor girl. We would end up working late the day we put a plug in her ass,” Mason said. “Maybe we should have told her to take it out. It’s been almost six hours.”
“We’ll take it out before we eat dinner,” I said, “and I’ll eat her pussy to make it up to her.”
“God, she has a sweet tasting pussy, doesn’t she?” Mason said.
I nodded distractedly as I unlocked the front door. She really did and my mouth was already watering at the thought of burying my face between her thighs. I couldn’t get enough of Naomi and I knew without a doubt that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her.
Now I just needed to convince Mason and Naomi.
“Dane.�
�� Mason’s hand rested on my arm before I could open the door.
“What?” I said impatiently.
“I know you’re in love with Naomi.”
“So what if I am?”
He shifted his laptop bag to his other hand. “Naomi is a sweet girl but she’s a decade younger than us and she’s spent her entire life living under her father’s thumb. What she’s doing with us is a… well, it’s an experiment for her. You know that, right? She’s not going to want to be with both of us for the rest of her life.”
I could feel the muscle in my jaw ticking. “We’re good to her and she likes us. Why wouldn’t she want to stay?”
“Buddy.” I hated the get your fucking head out of the clouds look that Mason was giving me. “She isn’t serious about us. Does she like us? Sure, she does. But there’s a big difference between like and love and what Naomi feels for us isn’t -”
“It could be love,” I said. “How the fuck would you know? You’ve never had a woman in love with you before.”
“Dane,” Mason said, “don’t be a dick.”
“Sorry,” I muttered. “I’m just… I care about her a lot.”
“I know you do.” Mason clapped me on the back. “I do too. But she doesn’t love us, and you need to be prepared that once she’s gotten her fill of us, she’s gonna move on.”
Mason’s matter-of-fact tone raised my hackles. “And you don’t fucking care, do you?”
He grimaced and I saw a flash of pain in his eyes. “Fuck you, Dane. I’m not some cold-hearted bastard who -”
“I know.” I wanted to punch the side of the house. Instead, I reached out and squeezed Mason’s shoulder. “That was a shit thing for me to say and I’m sorry. But the thought of Naomi leaving us makes me wanna fucking puke. I’ll go insane if she leaves, Mason.”
“You won’t,” he said, but I could see the unease in his face. “Look, you need to take a step back, is all I’m saying, okay?”
