Dangerously Big

by Cleo Peitsche

  Maybe it’s me, but those handbooks look too flimsy to spank someone with. I snicker.

  No one from Food4Life has arrived. I hope that’s not a bad sign. Despite all the negotiations and offers, if they decide not to go through with this, I think Romeo will kill someone with his bare hands. They would have to be fools. Romeo decided to retain all the current employees, and my bosses are making a very fair offer, so everyone should be pleased.

  But I’m not a business expert. I’m here because I’m good at reading people.

  It’s a strange skill to be paid for, but I’m happy for it.

  Even though I don’t yet know where I’ll be stationed for the day, I begin pulling things out of my bag.

  Romeo comes in, and I hunch forward. His gaze moves past me, then snaps back to lock on my eyes. I freeze like a rabbit that’s been spotted by a wolf.

  Slowly, oh so slowly, his attention moves to my chest, and his lips turn down. “Come here,” he says.

  I stand, too quickly, and my vision swims for a second, but I’m already moving toward him.

  “Everyone except Lindsay, please take a break. Go buy yourselves breakfast and charge it to me. Don’t return before 8:00 unless you want to work every major holiday for the next ten years.”

  The secretaries hurry for the door in a whirlwind of excitement.

  Romeo extends one finger and slides it under the top button of my blouse. The small, pearly button slips from the hole.

  The next button yields as easily as the first, and already the voluptuous swell of cleavage is exposed. I exhale all my breath, trying to make myself look less inflated. It works about as well as can be expected, which is to say, not at all.

  When Romeo undoes the third button, I know I’m in trouble. His index finger pushes forward, onto the flat of my sternum, between my breasts.

  “What’s this?” he asks as he slips his finger into one of the bra cups. Even though he’s not near my nipple, I feel the peak tighten.

  “My bra,” I whisper.

  “Your bra,” he says. There’s disgust in his voice, but he sounds excited, too, like I’ve handed him a perfect opportunity to indulge in something that was already on his radar.

  Not a good omen because I can’t think of anything that Romeo would normally want to do that I wouldn’t allow.

  The back of his finger slides higher, over my taut nipple, and I bite my lip so that I don’t gasp. Last night was torture. I’ve been aroused since the moment he opened his bedroom door.

  He turns his hand, squeezes my nipple between two fingers, and I gasp.

  “You’ve been a very bad girl,” Romeo says. His deep voice carries across the room.

  Hawthorne walks in. “What did she do now?”

  Nervousness makes me jittery, and I can’t even look at Hawthorne without thinking about how he helped me last night, and he probably can’t look at me without thinking about his $300,000.

  Romeo finishes unbuttoning my shirt with his free hand, and he pulls it back to reveal my indiscretion in all its padded, lacy glory.

  “It’s the only one I have that wouldn’t be visible through this top,” I say, my voice pleading.

  A sharp cry rips from my throat as Romeo tugs my nipple and jerks me to face him.

  “Quiet now,” he says in a deep whisper.

  I crane my neck to look up into his stern brown eyes. His face is so angelic, it’s difficult to believe he’s so sexually sadistic.

  But he is. Even though his body is apart from mine, the tenting of his huge erection nudges my stomach.

  I hear the door open and close, and I whip my head around.

  Romeo pulls me back, but I’ve already seen that Slade is in the room.

  Romeo’s eyes bear down into mine. “I’m surprised at you,” he says.

  “What are you going to do?” I ask.

  He tweaks my sore nipple, and I wince.

  “Take out my cock,” he says.

  My hands are immediately focused on that worthy task, and I pull Romeo’s hot length from his pants.

  I’ve gotten the whole thing down my throat… when he was soft. I’ve taken him in my pussy.

  If he wants to hurt me, he can. He doesn’t need Hawthorne’s eager (overly eager, in my opinion) belt.

  All he has to do is force me to take his enormous cock into any of my tight holes. Even having him in my pussy requires quite a bit of foreplay.

  I’m expecting him to order me to my knees to suck him, to worship at his cock, to beg for forgiveness with my mouth.

  But to my surprise, he steps back, leading me by my nipples. I curl my hands into fists so that I don’t try to fight him. The fiery pain travels down my breasts and stomach, and shooting agony licks my pussy.

  Our tango continues until he bumps into the conference room table. I can’t help but glance up, wondering if the hotel installed cameras in the corners of the room, but Romeo leans forward and kisses me.

  I’m not to kiss him back. That’s against the rules.

  His tongue plunders my mouth, and I feel my clean panties turning wet, getting sticky. He pushes me away, and I find that I just want more.

  “Unhook your bra,” Romeo says, his voice so deep and sexy.

  I do as he says. Slade slips the straps off my shoulders, and the thin, satiny bands slide partially down my arms. Now my bare breasts are on display for my bosses.

  “Here,” Hawthorne says. He hands something to Romeo.

  I look down and immediately wish I hadn’t.

  Romeo holds two small but brutal-looking metal clips in his palm. I feel my face go hot, and I look imploringly into Romeo’s eyes. “Please don’t…” I say.

  “I’d prefer you ask for punishment,” Slade says.

  I lick my lips. “I deserve punishment.” I stop just short of asking for a spanking instead. Maybe the clips won’t be so bad.

  “Yes, you do deserve punishment,” Romeo says. He nods, and he’s so serious. “I’m going to help you with that, Lindsay.”

  He presses on the clips, and the jagged teeth gape. “Come closer.”

  I take a hesitant step forward, then another.

  “Closer.”

  Closing my eyes, I lean forward.

  The cool metal bites slowly into my nipples, both at the same time, and I screw up my face and gnaw on my lip. “Ow, ow, ow,” I moan.

  Someone pulls my head back, then Hawthorne is rudely kissing my mouth. If it weren’t morning, if he hadn’t just shaved, I’d have stubble burn all over my chin and cheeks for the next few hours.

  Hawthorne kisses the same way he likes his fellatio: with zero regard for a lady’s satisfaction. Not to say that I don’t take perverse pleasure from what he does, but ninety percent of the time, it’s a byproduct.

  There is that other ten percent, but something tells me I won’t be seeing any kindness today. My burning nipples are proof of that.

  “Remove your skirt,” Slade says.

  My hands shake as I hurry to comply with his wishes. When the skirt falls to the floor, I kick it away so it won’t get trampled by the horny men in their enormous shoes.

  After all, I still have a full day of work ahead of me.

  Romeo pulls down his pants, the metal of the belt jingling.

  That’s good. One belt out of commission, two more to go.

  Slade pushes me toward Romeo, then grabs my left knee and lifts it onto the table. Now my legs are on either side of one of Romeo’s muscular thighs. I want to rock myself against him, but I don’t dare. I hear foil packets opening—two of them.

  Starting the day off with some rough double penetration is a dream come true, but the clamps… my god, they hurt.

  Slade moves my other knee onto the table, and I’m forced to kneel over Romeo, who is still sitting up. His stiff cock is at attention. I stare down at him, and I feel like I’m standing in an airplane, no parachute strapped to my back and nothing but pain and suffering awaiting me. Romeo is… huge. Even porn stars don’t have dicks li
ke Romeo’s.

  Fucking a guy his size is a hot fantasy, but I’d have to be crazy to want to accept him inside my unprepared pussy.

  But in this matter, I have no choice. I’m submissive to my bosses, and they’re angry with me. I disobeyed them.

  Really, I should be happy that Hawthorne isn’t whipping my ass with his belt. And… it must be said that I’m still wearing the bra loosely on my arms. Maybe they won’t throw it out—

  Hawthorne grabs my waist and forces me onto Romeo’s shaft. As I sink lower, something hard and familiar pokes at my asshole.

  “Oh no,” I whimper. Romeo slowly settles in me, and my body stretches to accommodate him. Tight spasms ripple through my center.

  Hawthorne yanks my head back. “You need to learn to follow the rules, Lindsay,” he says, and I know he’s not just talking about my sartorial choices. This is about last night, the kidnapping, my secrets.

  He covered for me, and that comes with a price. In this case, his thick cock pushing into my virginal ass. Technically I’ve been fucked in the rear plenty of times (most of them since meeting my bosses), but with Romeo in my pussy, I really could use a little breathing room.

  Hawthorne bucks his hips, and I realize I’m not going to get a break. I’m pretty sure he’s not using lube, but that doesn’t stop him from pressing ever deeper in a long, relentless thrust.

  Slade pulls my bra the rest of the way off, then his tongue flickers over my metal-wrapped nipple.

  That’s all it takes to set me off. Romeo’s large hand slams over my mouth, muffling my blissful cries. I’m not sure who’s doing the moving, not certain exactly how it’s happening, but I’m slamming roughly up and down on the men’s cocks.

  It’s frenzied fucking, designed to be fast. They want to get off. Any moment, a bunch of people are going to be walking into this room.

  My bosses are just using me to get off.

  Romeo moves underneath me, his powerful legs pushing against the table as he stands. I’m impaled on his cock. Hawthorne is moving back, but he’s staying inside me, too. I don’t fully understand what’s happening as they both walk.

  My tortured breasts bump into Romeo’s chest, and I nearly scream.

  Then Romeo sits in a chair.

  Hawthorne falls into us, and at that moment, it’s safe to say that I’ve never felt such excruciating pain. Nor have I ever had anyone as deep as these men are right now.

  “It hurts,” I moan. My pussy, my ass, my nipples… everything burns.

  “You can always stop this,” Slade says. Hawthorne bites my neck, low enough that the marks he’s surely leaving won’t be visible when I’m dressed.

  Sure, I could stop this, but I don’t want it to end.

  I just don’t want them to hurt me too much.

  The problem is that they like hurting me. So maybe I didn’t receive the spanking I deserve, but my punishment includes pain, the likes of which I never imagined.

  Romeo kisses me. He bites my tongue, then thrusts his own tongue into my mouth. It’s a nice reminder that at least I’m not being slowly choked by his enormous shaft.

  The chair lowers and reclines a few notches, and my head is roughly yanked to the side. This drags my beleaguered nipples across Romeo’s chest again. Before I even realize what’s happening, I’ve got Slade’s thrusting cock ramming into my throat.

  I gag, my chest heaving, my shoulders curling as I try to protect my chest. More nipple pain. Oddly, it’s starting to feel kinda nice.

  My fingers dig into Romeo’s muscular shoulder as I try to bear the onslaught of horny men.

  Hawthorne steps back, ripping himself out of my ass, and I moan around Slade’s cock. I know my punishment isn’t finished, but I can’t imagine what they have in mind for me.

  I hear voices on the other side of the door. It’s almost time to start, and here I am, half naked and getting fucked by the bosses.

  Romeo slows, and Slade releases my head. They push me to my feet. I take a deep breath. How empty I feel.

  Slade cups one of my breasts, then he leans down and flicks his tongue around the metal clip. The feeling is exquisite. Romeo sucks my other nipple, clip and all, into his mouth. I lean my head back and whimper.

  By the time they release me, I’m swaying on my feet. I look down and see that my glistening nipples are swollen between the metal teeth.

  “Isn’t that nicer than a padded bra?” Romeo murmurs into my ear. His deep voice is so sexy that I’m inclined to agree with anything he says at the moment.

  Hawthorne hands me my panties and my skirt, and with quick movements, I gratefully put them on.

  None of the men got off, I realize as I zip up my skirt. That’s… unexpected. It was my punishment, but I was the only one who came?

  Romeo has my bra, and he’s managed to rip out the underwire, which now sits like two forlorn little scythes on the table.

  I gasp as he rips away the padding; I swear I feel the garment’s pain. He tosses what’s left of my bra at me, and I pull it on. My breasts look so damned sad, and I can tell that the bra will be lumpy under my blouse. I’m going to spend the day making sure my hair covers everything.

  “Kneel,” Romeo says.

  My eyes dart to the door. I don’t know how many people are out there—

  Hawthorne shoves me to my knees.

  All three men crowd around me, and all three cocks are naked. There’s nothing between my bosses’ swollen dicks and their pumping fists.

  Slade tilts my head back, his fingers rough in my hair.

  “Stick out your tongue,” Hawthorne says.

  “Please don’t mess up my makeup—”

  Hawthorne slams deep into my mouth, choking me. I gag loudly, and when he pulls away, his cock is shiny wet. I can smell my own saliva on him, and it’s dripping down my chin, too.

  My nose wrinkles, and I try to wipe the mess away, but I don’t get a chance.

  Romeo rocks forward. Three-quarters of his cock blocks my one and only airway. He pulls out, giving Slade a turn.

  The noise on the other side of the door gets louder, but the conference room itself is quiet except for the wet sounds of thrusting cocks, my own little gasps as I try to breathe, the meaty sound of the men abusing themselves, and an occasional impatient male grunt.

  “We’ll do this properly tonight. Tongue out,” Romeo says as he pulls back. His fist is tight on his cock, and the tip has turned almost purple.

  If this is how he manhandles his own sex, it’s a wonder he hasn’t accidentally killed someone yet. I can’t help but be impressed by his control… and a little worried about what could happen if he slips.

  All three cock heads jab at my mouth, Romeo in the middle, touching my tongue, the other two trying to press forward. Romeo’s got one hand locked in my hair.

  They must be planning to shoot all over my face, so I should close my eyes as a precautionary measure, but I can’t help but watch the men’s faces, their grimaces of pleasure.

  They don’t come on my face. They unload, mostly, in my mouth. I’m not even sure who gets off first, they’re so close together. My mouth fills and I swallow. Strangely, this feels much dirtier than anything the four of us have done before.

  I swallow again and use the tip of my tongue to catch the bits that landed at the corners of my mouth, then use my fingers when I realize just how messy I am.

  Romeo squats next to me, and he nods. He looks very pleased with me, and I’m happy to see him like this before such a stressful day.

  “Take a deep breath and let it out slowly,” he says.

  When I do, he removes the clips. “Thank—” My words turn into a squeal as unimaginable pain rushes to my nipples.

  And damn if my pussy doesn’t get wetter.

  “We have so much to explore,” Romeo says. He kisses the top of my head. “Something to look forward to after the acquisition is finalized. Please stand.”

  Unsteadily, I get to my feet. Each of my knees boasts a big red spot from
where my body weight pressed into the floor, but my skirt, while certainly not slutty, isn’t long enough to cover the marks.

  Someone jiggles the door handle, and I feel the blood drain from my face. Even though I know this is my last day of work, I don’t want to get caught.

  Romeo hands me my blouse and steps in front of me, protecting me with his body. My fingers shaking, I quickly slip into the blouse and fasten the buttons.

  Five people walk in. They seem oblivious, and Slade, bless him, steps forward to distract them.

  Or maybe he’s just really focused on the day’s work.

  Wanting to find a bathroom for a more thorough cleanup, I head for the exit. As I dart past the little group, I hope the room doesn’t smell like sex.

  Chapter 9

  The morning passes in a flurry of pages and anxious faces, but everyone seems to be happy with the personnel changes. By noon I feel like I’ve run a marathon on my hands and knees, and my neck aches from sitting hunched over the table.

  I eat lunch without tasting it, then it’s back to the table, to more employee reassignments, to more filled-out forms. When 5:00 comes, there’s no sign of things slowing down.

  Eight comes, then goes. Then nine. I take a break to massage my aching hands. I’m amazed they aren’t permanently cramped around an invisible pen. I should have insisted on using a laptop.

  At least the room is beginning to empty. The caterers have gone for the day, and the trays of carefully arranged snacks they left behind look like they were attacked by a pack of wild dogs.

  Someone sits next to me in a faint cloud of lilacs, and I’m surprised to see it’s Meghan Tunsten. She’s helping with the merger. Technically she works on behalf of Food4Life, but now that we own them, I guess it means her job is done.

  “How are you?” she asks.

  I smile. “It’s an experience. Not what I was expecting.”

  Her brown eyes sparkle. “It’s not just you. This was unusual.” She pauses a moment to dig in her purse, and I quickly take stock of her. She’s wearing more makeup today than the first time we met, and her clothes are a little tighter.