Office Toy 2 Client Satisfaction

by Cleo Peitsche

  CLIENT SATISFACTION

  All Romance eBooks Edition

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  Client Satisfaction © 2012 by Cleo Peitsche. All rights reserved worldwide. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means without permission in writing from the author. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, events, locations and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental. This book is for entertainment purposes only.

  This book contains mature content and is solely for adults.

  Cover Photo ©2012 by Pouch Pictures

  Dear Reader,

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  xoxo,

  Cleo

  Elle hurried into the ladies' bathroom. She'd spent the last few hours in the longest, most boring meeting ever, and that was saying a lot. Who would have imagined that pitching ad campaigns could be so tedious?

  In five minutes, Cunningham would be back in his office, and she needed to be half-naked and in position. Elle washed her hands and rinsed her mouth with cool water. Her lipstick had worn off long before the meeting, probably when she was sucking Cunningham's cock. Or maybe when Jonathan called her into his office. Jonathan had gently pulled her into his lap and slid his already stiff cock into her. The last few weeks, he kissed her more and more during sex. Gentle kisses, hard kisses, sucking Jonathan's thumb while he bounced her in his lap, sucking Cunningham's cock during a conference call … her lipstick didn't stand a chance.

  Someone knocked at the door.

  "Occupied." Elle carefully adjusted her sheer black thigh-highs and checked the snaps on her garter belt. She wore panties, too, because if she didn't, she'd have to run to the bathroom every few minutes to dry herself off. The knocking came again.

  "Just a sec—"

  "Open the door." Nolan's voice was unmistakable.

  Elle stared at herself in the mirror and shook her head. She hoped Nolan wasn't going to give her another lecture about keeping her emotions out of the office. At first it had been easy to roll her eyes and ignore him. For a while it was kind of amusing. But now she had something to hide, and it was like he knew. He was forever sniffing around, trying to see what she was up to.

  She unlocked the door and took a step back, hands on her hips. "Are you so horny that you can't wait?" she said when Nolan pushed through.

  Nolan's jaw tensed, and they stared at each other. His intense blue eyes darkened perceptibly when he was angry, and they were getting toward what Elle thought of as "midnight blue." Elle looked away first, her cheeks burning hot. She began finger-combing her brown, shoulder-length hair, pretending to be fascinated by how the light caught the reddish highlights. She was aiming for nonchalant, but her hands were trembling.

  She didn't know why they antagonized each other like this. As one of the three doms in the office, Nolan deserved her respect. And she had accepted him. She'd even given her consent for him to fuck her without a condom … but she had made him get extra testing first, just to be mean. And he still gave her cold coffee sometimes, just like he had the day of her interview. It was his subtle way of reminding her that he didn't think she should be there.

  Nolan was gorgeous, with messy, jet-black hair and those incredible blue eyes. Under different circumstances—certainly before Cunningham had ordered her to strip and serve him, revealing her true nature to herself—she would have gone crazy for the attention of someone like Nolan.

  But he was dangerous. He noticed things the others didn't … or didn't want to. He could get her sent away, or at the very least, he could have her downgraded to just another employee. He could make all of this disappear. And because of that, he couldn't be trusted.

  "Enough primping. You were sexy before, and you're sexy now." Nolan stepped toward her and Elle moved back. The bathroom door slammed shut. "You and I need to have a chat."

  "Can't it wait until Monday?"

  "No." He backed her up as far as she could go, until the wall's smooth tiles were cold through her almost sheer blouse. Despite herself, her breathing increased. Then she became aware of the scent and heat of Nolan's skin. The fragrant Oakmoss smell immediately reminded her how he liked to lean in close to her and brush his lips against her throat before forcing her head down and ramming his large cock between her lips.

  She froze her face into a neutral mask and raised her gaze to his. Apparently he'd had a long day. Faint, dark circles were starting to appear under his eyes, and a furrow was lightly etched between his eyebrows. His tie was slightly askew, and stubble darkened his clenched jaw.

  "It's my right to take you when I want, you know. If I don't have you sucking my dick all day, it's because I have better self-control than Cunningham and Jonathan. You'd do well to remember that, Elle." Nolan's hand tightened against her throat. His thumb pressed gently into the skin under her jaw, then he slammed his hips forward, pinning her in place. The corners of his mouth turned down.

  "I'm here," he said as he ran a hand up her thigh, "to warn you. Be careful at dinner tonight. I told Cunningham to cancel the reservation—"

  "You jerk!" Elle tried to shove Nolan away, but he was too strong for her, so she dug her nails into his chest. Nolan easily caught her wrists and forced her hands over her head. The arrogant bastard couldn't keep a condescending smile off his face. Elle glared at him. "Why would you do that?"

  Nolan laughed, his eyes raking down her body. Even though she was average height and weight, more or less, when he looked at her like that, she felt irresistible, not like the prettyish but unremarkable girl-next-door she knew she was. An approving sound rose in his throat, and Elle's pussy dampened. She fought to keep her arousal out of her eyes.

  "You need to mind your own fucking business, Nolan," she spat.

  "Your reaction is illuminating. It's also misplaced."

  "My reaction? I don't know—"

  "Oh, Elle. I warned you." He stepped back smoothly and turned to study his reflection in the mirror. A narcissistic smile touched his lips as he straightened his tie, and Elle was struck again by how much he looked like a spoiled prep-school boy. Nolan was Cunningham's cousin, and according to office gossip, not only was he loaded, he stood to be far wealthier than Cunningham one day. Elle had never had the balls to ask, but she suspected that Cunningham had made Nolan the office receptionist to teach him humility. Heaven help them all if this was the improved version.

  He left the bathroom without saying another word.

  Elle looked at her watch. Crap. She was going to be late. Just like Nolan to screw things up for her.

  The carpet underneath Cunningham's desk was spotless, Elle noted. She shifted sideways, redistributing her weight from her knees to the side of her thigh. She needn't have worried about the delay in getting to Cunningham's office; she'd been waiting for forty minutes, and her legs were cramping.

  Coming out from under the desk was out of the question. Punishment wasn't what she feared, at least, not the pain or humiliation. She didn't want to disappoint him. And knowing that Nolan had been trying to talk Cunningham out of dinner, she didn't want to give her boss any reason to send her home instead.

  Elle closed her eyes and wished—for the millionth time—that Friday night dinner meant what she thought it did, that Cunningham was interested in her, in getting to know her beyond work and office sex. Unfortunately, he hadn't mentioned the dinne
r since he'd told her to be free for it, so she was short on clues to obsess over.

  The door opened, and Elle silently slipped on her stilettos and pulled herself up to a kneeling position, her neck bowed, the top of her head grazing the underside of Cunningham's desk. Cunningham liked her in heels, preferably with garters, sheer black stockings, and delicate lacy bras that did nothing to disguise her sensitive nipples. She leaned forward and wet her lips, waiting for the moment when he would sit in his chair and order her to serve him.

  "I'll get the revisions to you by Monday morning," an unfamiliar, gruff voice said.

  Cunningham came around the desk and sat. He didn't look at or speak to Elle, but his hand came down to graze her cheek. Elle closed her eyes and stoically accepted his caress even though she was dying to lean into him. His hands were warm, and the familiar scent of him, once intimidating, was somehow both comforting and butterfly-inducing.

  "Enjoy your weekend. And close the door on your way out," Cunningham said.

  "Ah," the unidentified voice said knowingly, and Elle blushed. She'd only been taken by three men in the office: Cunningham, his business partner, Jonathan, and Nolan. But Cunningham had mentioned several times that she would come to know more of her superiors intimately when she was ready. The idea thrilled her in the abstract. After all, nearly everyone she had met was attractive in one way or another. But she wasn't ready for that. Lately, she wasn't sure she'd ever be ready for it. It wasn't just about getting filled with cock.

  Sure, she needed to feel six hungry, greedy hands taking her. But she also appreciated when Jonathan pulled her aside for a quick one-on-one lunchtime fuck. Her pussy had taken to getting instantly wet whenever she heard him whistling off-key as he approached her office.

  Cunningham, on the other hand, mostly punished her when he was alone with her. Sometimes she got on her knees to suck him, but he never fucked her. While he might be semi-warm during certain work situations, when it came to sex, he was a cipher. It was frustrating. Her body needed to be filled and stretched. He knew that, and he obliged her to her heart's content. But it was his affection she ached for. It had been like that since the first time she met him, and the more he touched her, the more she wanted … more.

  When she was being fucked by all three men, she had to fight not to look at Cunningham the whole time. Her ears were attuned to his voice, always primed for his command. She thought about him when she masturbated. She daydreamed about him at lunch, during meetings, when she was supposed to be working on a design. Because despite the fact that she was a sexual toy, Cunningham made sure that she worked hard, that she was challenged and that she grew as an artist. He was so damned careful, so protective.

  The door closed, and Cunningham liberated his enormous cock, already erect. His chair groaned slightly as he tilted forward. "Take me in your mouth." The bass of his voice reverberated, and Elle shivered.

  She crawled out from under the desk, steadied her hands on his thighs and bent forward delicately. She loved this moment just before pleasuring him. With a little smile, she took the smooth, broad tip of his cock between her lips, wetting him generously with her tongue. Cunningham's sigh of approval made her pussy nicely wet.

  As always, he tasted just a little salty. He responded quickly as she attended to him, widening in her mouth and growing down her throat. Learning to suck his massive tool without gagging hadn't been easy. Once she moved Mama into a new apartment, she'd practiced every night on her dildos. Now, feeling his body tightening and hearing his low moans, she knew it was worth it.

  His fingers unhooked her bra, and he cupped her breasts, then squeezed the nipples, using them to make her soft breasts sway gently. "You like your new wardrobe?"

  "Mm," Elle said around Cunningham's cock.

  "I have something for you. Come up here."

  Elle moved back very slowly, swiveling her head in a twisting motion and lathing him with her tongue.

  Cunningham grabbed her forearms and pulled her up. His glistening cock bobbed as it sprang free of her mouth. "Obedience. We've talked about this, haven't we?"

  "Yes, sir," Elle said in a whisper.

  He twisted her quickly so she was facing away.

  "Hands and knees."

  Elle fell forward, her glossy hair obstructing her view. She squeezed her eyes closed, knowing what was coming.

  A desk drawer opened, sending pens and pencils rattling against each other. Cunningham took his time in rooting through the drawer. Elle trembled in anticipation. Was he looking for something to spank her with or something to fuck her with?

  "I wanted to reward you today, but I find that yet again, I have to punish you." The drawer slammed shut and Cunningham rubbed the familiar wooden ruler over the curves of her ass. Elle tensed and sucked in air.

  Without any warning, he smacked the unyielding wood across her buttocks, and Elle jumped a little. All the air whooshed out of her lungs, and it took her a second to catch her breath. She bit her lip and turned her head slightly. If only she could see his face while he punished her. It was so hot, the way he focused all his attention on her as if he were protecting state secrets, not indulging in kinky sex games.

  His spanking increased in intensity, and Elle shuddered, repressing a whimper. Cunningham wanted her to bear his punishment quietly. She dug her fingers into the carpet and tilted her hips, presenting her ass for him, bravely meeting each of his stinging blows. With Cunningham behind her, she had to imagine the light sweat on his temples as his eyes gleamed in a dark sexual excitement. He had the body of a Greek statue, pure bronze hardness overlaid on the frame of an Olympian. All that power, all his focus on making sure that the ruler hit her hard enough, but never did he cross the line. Damn, she was so close … it wasn't pain that made her wriggle, it was the impending orgasm building in her core.

  Cunningham abruptly stopped the spanking. Elle waited, knowing he was studying her reddened ass. He balanced the ruler across her lower back. "Don't let it fall off," he said, his voice just a shade breathless.

  Elle braced herself, anticipating Cunningham's fingers thrusting inside of her clenching, dripping sex. But instead he stood, shoving the chair back so roughly that it hit the wall. His footsteps moved away. Oh, if only she could see his face! But she didn't dare turn and risk the ruler falling onto the floor.

  A moment later he returned. To Elle's disappointment, he removed the ruler from her back and tossed it on the desk. "Stand."

  She jumped up, anxious to show that she'd learned her lesson, and Cunningham threw his head back and laughed. It was so human, so spontaneous … maybe a glimpse of how he might be outside the office. Maybe he wasn't always so stern, and that was even hotter, knowing that if they were out together, any moment he might aggressively reassert his dominance over her, might make her suck off Jonathan while he and Nolan fucked her pussy and ass raw, all the while telling her what a good job she was doing. Elle bit back a whimper.

  Cunningham set a jewelry box on the desk. "Come here," he said. He sat and patted his leg.

  She lowered her stinging butt to his knee and balanced as well as she could.

  "You're not going to break me." Cunningham grabbed her hips and pulled her weight onto him. His silky pants caressed her inflamed skin. She knew better than to grind her pussy into his erection, but she wanted to … just a few seconds and she'd have the release she so desperately needed.

  "Elle. Pay attention." He brought his arms around her to open the box, and Elle froze, afraid to breathe. Despite all the fucking, this was the most intimate moment they had shared, her on his lap, cradled against his broad chest. Cunningham lifted away the box lid to reveal two small silvery starbursts, then looked at her. His dark eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly.

  Right. Pay attention. Act normal. Elle raised her eyebrows. She couldn't imagine what they were for.

  Cunningham cupped one of her breasts. "Variable tension nipple shields." He rubbed his palm over her nipple. Her flesh firmed immediately under his t
ouch, and he slipped the shield on and tugged at it, then tightened it. "Comfortable?"

  "Kind of." It squeezed her lightly. Not painful, at least, not yet.

  Cunningham applied the second shield. Her hardened nipples now poked through the metal starbursts. She liked how the shields dug slightly into her skin. They looked a lot scarier than they felt.

  Cunningham leaned back, and Elle immediately missed the solid heat of him. "Walk to the door and back."

  With a well-contained sigh, Elle rose and headed to the door with purpose.

  "Slower."

  She nodded and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

  "Slower."

  She slowed even more. It wasn't easy to do gracefully, putting one foot in front of the other so deliberately that she had to fight to keep her balance. When she reached the door, she turned and slowly began retracing her steps. Cunningham watched her thoughtfully. Unfortunately, he had put away his cock when she wasn't looking. So much for him finally taking her pussy when they were alone. Well, maybe after dinner.

  He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms, obviously muscular even in the suit. His eyebrows were gathered over his dark eyes.

  "Stop there."

  Elle stood, waiting. She hoped he liked what he saw, but with Cunningham it was impossible to know. Eventually he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out another box. "Pull your panties down a few inches, but not all the way."

  Elle teased her panties down until they were mid-thigh, the elastic gently squeezing her soft skin. When she glanced down, she noticed that the fabric that had cradled her pussy was shiny wet. If he fucked her now, he'd just glide right into her satiny entrance. She looked up, willing him to please, finally fuck her. To take her alone and to see that she was as turned on by just him as she was by all three of her lovers together.

  He rose and slowly approached, and Elle tried not to fidget, wondering what was in the box. A clit shield, maybe? She'd never heard of such a thing.