by Louisa Neil
“Now it all makes sense,” Jeff said, handing the paper to Mason to read. “She thought she was marrying a huge bank account and found out he was marrying her for her money.”
“What’s the saying, something about fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me.” Alice laughed so hard tears rolled down her cheeks. “I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t laugh, but it does seem like divine intervention. She married a bank account that turned out to be empty.”
“She was so afraid our business would fail,” Mason added, not holding back his laugh.
“It does ring of symmetry or irony, if you choose,” Jeff added, smiling until he laughed with them. “This is the best I’ve felt since this whole thing started. Turns out being jilted was the best thing that she could have done to me.” He glanced to Mason and then to Alice.
“I think we deserve a great bottle of wine with supper tonight.”
“I’ll second that, as long as we skip the scotch.” Alice smiled and buried her head back in her work.
Jeff noted he couldn’t get much done the rest of the afternoon and didn’t care. By three he gave up. “Hey guys. Let’s get out of here. It’s a beautiful fall afternoon. Let’s go for a walk.”
At first he saw how Alice looked torn between her screens and the walk. Mason, on the other hand, was already closing his files.
“You’re right. We deserve some fresh air.” She stood and grabbed her phone from beside her. “We agree to put these to vibrate until we come back?”
“Agreed,” Jeff told her and changed the setting.
“Hell, I’m turning mine off.” Mason pushed a button and dropped it in his pocket. “How about we meet in five minutes in the kitchen? I need to run up and grab a coat.”
“Me, too,” Alice agreed.
“That will work.” They left the lab as a group and split up at the top of the stairs.
As they were leaving the house, Marilyn caught up with them. “Since you’re heading out, is this a good time for Finn and his crew to finish taking out those shipping crates from the lab?”
“That will work,” Alice said. “I forgot all about them.”
“No problem. Go enjoy your walk, and the men will finish cleaning out the debris. I can have them bring in the tables and lights, too, so they won’t have to bother you another day.”
“That would be wonderful. Thank you for thinking of it.” Alice squeezed her hand.
“Go, all of you. Get out of the house and play in the leaves.”
Minutes later they were outside, walking in the fresh air, the nip colder than Jeff counted on.
“Man, we need to do this more often, look at the amazing colors.” Alice seemed lost in the change of seasons and the leaves in harvest colors.
“Anything to skip the gym,” Mason added.
Back in the house an hour later, they were all standing before the fireplace in the study, warming their chilled bodies. Marilyn came in with a tray of hot cider for them. After they all had a mug in hand, Cook joined them.
“I know it’s months away, but I need to know what you’d like to do about Thanksgiving and eventually Christmas?”
“Aren’t you normally off?” Mason asked.
“I usually take the weekend off. I always cook the main meal on Thanksgiving Thursday, and then we all take three days. Unless that won’t work for you.” She was looking at Jeff.
“I’d like to have Thanksgiving here. But low-key. Comfortable jeans, lots of football, and a great turkey supper.” He sipped from his cider. “If you both join us for the meal.”
“Marilyn and I usually eat with Finn in the kitchen.”
“Not this year,” Alice chimed in. “I’m up for the holiday, but we all eat together in the dining room. We all deserve to celebrate.”
“You could have the meal catered so you don’t have to cook,” Jeff said. Cook looked shocked.
“I’d prefer to cook the meal. It’s what I do.”
“Okay, you cook. Why not ask one of the day maids to come in and clean up in the evening?” Mason suggested.
“Let them have the weekend off,” Marilyn said. “Cook will take care of the meal, and I’ll help. Then we’ll all disappear until Monday.”
“That will work for me,” Jeff said. “But one request.”
“Go ahead,” Marilyn said.
“I don’t want anything with squash in it!”
Cook smiled. “Any other dislikes?”
“Yes, no zucchini please,” Alice said, adding, “or at least warn me what it’s in. My mother used to hide it in the good stuff, like turkey dressing, to get us to eat it.” She laughed. “And she’d put it in bread, too. She’d make banana bread that made the whole kitchen smell wonderful. Then when I’d finally get to taste it, I’d find strands of green throughout. She always claimed you couldn’t taste it, but once I knew it was there, I couldn’t eat the bread.”
“Okay, no zucchini. Mason any requests?”
“I do love pumpkin pie.”
“Done. If you have any other wants, you’ve time to let me know.” She left, carrying the empty tray with Marilyn at her side.
“I almost forgot about the holiday’s. Jeff, do you want to do a tree and decorate or just let it go by without a lot of fuss? I can go either way.” Alice wasn’t big on holidays, he knew.
“I can take it or leave it, as long as I don’t have to hang lights and garland.” Mason tipped his mug toward the others.
“Let’s plan on a tree, at least. The rest we’ll work out as we go.”
* * * *
Alice knew there would be more repercussions, but tonight she was just tired of the whole Naomi made situation. She was horny, too. The last few days had been too quiet. The three of them were getting through the days, but each one was waiting for the hammer to drop. She decided they all needed to relax. After supper, when she was sure all the help had left for the day, she went to her room and changed her clothes. Then she texted the men to meet her in the upstairs library. It was a room they’d all stuck their heads in, but nobody ventured in to actually see if they wanted to use the space. She pulled sheets off the huge partner’s desk, an old leather sofa, coffee table, and a few chairs. Glancing around, she decided the room was close to what she had in mind. Then she went to each window, closing the blinds and the heavy dust-laden drapes.
Alice took the canvas tote bag she’d brought with her and laid out the wood paddle, lengths of cotton rope, and a silk scarf. Then she turned and scooted her butt up on the desk, waiting for the men. She didn’t wait long. They arrived together, both looking tired but intrigued.
“Come in,” she told them and slid down from the desk, walking past them and locking the door. It gave her a few moments to strut before them.
“What’s up?” Jeff asked. “Why are we here, and why are you dressed like that?” He arched his left eyebrow and gave her a curious look.
“Think it through, Jeff.” Mason walked toward Alice and smiled. “Her hair is in pigtails, her white shirt has the tails tied under her breasts, baring her belly, and she’s almost wearing a plaid skirt, although it’s so short it could be a large belt.”
“What about the heels?” she asked.
“I like the image,” Mason told her. “Are you the student and we’re the professors you have to convince to give you a passing grade?”
“Oh,” Jeff said. “I get it.” He moved to the large chair behind the desk and lifted the paddle. He weighted it in his hand, and a sly grin covered his lips. “Alice, why are you here?” She knew he lowered his tone on purpose, now caught up in the game.
“Please, professors. I know I didn’t do the work, but I can’t fail this class. Isn’t there anything I can do to keep you from failing me?” She remembered to wipe the smile from her lips.
“What do you have in mind, Alice? Everyone else did the assignments. How do you plan on making up the work?” Mason settled into a large wing chair beside the desk.
“I’ll do whatever you want. A
nything. Just don’t give me a failing grade.” She placed her hands on the edge of the wood desk and leaned forward, knowing she was giving the men a clear view of her cleavage.
“What do you think, Jeff? What should her punishment be?”
“She did say she’d do anything,” he said to Mason and walked around the desk. Jeff’s fingers lifted the hem of her skirt, revealing a pair of full, white panties. He tucked the edge of her skirt in the waistband of it and used his large hand to squeeze her butt cheek. She pulled back another smile that crossed her lips. “Anything?”
“Yes, sir. Anything.” She braced her weight and waited for Jeff’s next move.
“I think we might work something out,” Mason said, coming around the desk with a length of rope in his hands. “Stand up.”
Alice stood and immediately put her hands behind her back. Mason tied her wrists together, checking to make sure she was secure. He checked a second time to make sure she wouldn’t have marks when they were done. He, too, used his large hand to squeeze her butt.
“I think she should be punished so that she remembers to do her work,” Jeff said. He grabbed the paddle and lightly smacked her ass with it.
Alice jerked from her position, a reflex, and quickly let her weight lean forward again. Jeff used the paddle a second time, and she held back a moan of pleasure. He wasn’t hurting her at all. If anything, he wasn’t using enough power to make her come.
From her peripheral vision, she watched Mason move behind her. He deftly pulled down her panties to her thighs, leaving them there. She pictured how she must look and felt her pussy start to get wet. He spanked her butt with his palm, a thwacking noise accompanying each strike.
“I want to watch her ass turn red,” he said to Jeff. “Try the paddle again.”
Jeff lightly tapped her butt with it. She shimmied backward to give him better access and the hint that she wanted more pressure. Jeff took the hint and paddled her again, this time with a bit more force. She watched over her shoulder as he stood, amazed, watching as her body absorbed each strike. “Now she’s starting to turn red.”
“Why not make her suck us off while we paddle her?” Mason suggested. He reached to Alice’s shoulders and made her stand upright. Jeff moved in front of her and leaned against the desk. He quickly undid his pants and pulled out his erection, stroking it. Mason lightly tapped her shoulder, and she leaned forward just enough to capture Jeff’s cock between her lips.
“Finally,” she said under her breath and was rewarded with another strike of the paddle. She took Jeff’s cock into her mouth, sucking his length deeper down her throat. Each time the paddle hit her butt, she’d swallow more of him. The tingling of her buttocks resonated throughout her whole body. This was the change she’d been looking forward to when the idea popped into her mind earlier.
“I think she needs to be taught further.” Mason put the paddle on the desk and stepped behind her. She still had Jeff’s cock between her lips but stilled as he stripped her upper half. He deftly untied her shirt and pulled it down her arms, letting it drop to her tied wrists. The white bra she wore pushed her breasts upward. He left it on her, but pulled her breasts from the cups. “I know you think these things are torture devices. Leave the underwire bra on, Alice. But let us see your tits.”
She didn’t move her body, only her lips against Jeff’s erection. “Damn, what a sight,” Jeff murmured. “If you keep sucking me, Alice, I’ll come.” He pulled from her lips. “I don’t want to end this so quickly. I think you’ll have to do better than a blow job for your grade.” He shifted to the side. “Mason, your turn.”
Mason changed positions with him, and Jeff picked up the paddle as Alice swallowed Mason’s cock. Jeff continued to spank her, one hand on the paddle and the other to jerk his cock. “What a sight,” he said.
“See if her pussy is wet,” Mason told him. Jeff reluctantly let go of his cock and slid two of his fingers between her legs. She wanted to widen her stance to give him better access, but the panties around her thighs kept her from moving. His fingers slid in her pussy, and she swallowed more of Mason’s length.
“She’s wet, all right. My fingers are being swallowed up inside her.” Jeff withdrew his fingers and wiped her essence along her anus. Over and over he did the same thing, fucking her pussy and drawing out her juices.
“Is she wet enough to fuck?” Mason asked.
“Oh yeah. Her ass is bright red, and her pussy is all but dripping with her juices.”
She watched Mason smile at her and lift up the silk scarf. She was mesmerized, watching him slide the silk between his fingers. She watched him fold it over on itself before he brought it to her face. “You still okay with this?”
“Yes, professor. Anything not to fail your class.” She trusted these men and knew they wouldn’t hurt her. In return, she was already imagining how she’d turn the tables on them one day soon.
Mason covered her eyes and tied it behind her head. Then he took her by the shoulders and pulled her back to his cock. “Suck,” he told her, and she did, relishing every lash that Jeff dealt while she swallowed Mason. Her ass was tingling inside and out. She wanted more, needed a cock inside her, preferably two.
“I’m going to come soon,” Mason told Jeff. “Let’s change positions.”
Alice knew Jeff put the paddle on the desk from the sound of the wood dropping onto the other wood surface. Then he grasped her shoulders and guided her to stand up. She knew Mason moved from in front of her. Someone’s fingers were pinching her tingling butt cheeks. Behind her, she heard movement. Then one of the men was turning her around.
“I’m going to sit on the coffee table,” Mason said. “Put her over my cock and paddle her while I’m inside her.”
Alice didn’t complain and didn’t say a word, just moved as hands positioned her. She heard the rip of material and knew one of the men had torn off her panties. Then she was being pushed down, her legs wide over Mason’s thighs. When hands gently pushed her downward, she let her body become impaled on Mason’s cock. He filled her and stretched her wide. She couldn’t hold back the moan of approval.
Hands came around her waist and lifted her only slightly and then pushed her down back over the cock. Over and over they repeated the process. Every time she was impaled, the paddle would strike her butt. This was the kind of abandon she’d been missing. “If it will help my grade, I’ll let you fuck my ass, too.”
“You’ll let us?” Jeff asked, pushing two of his fingers between her lips. She sucked them greedily. When he pulled them away she stilled, waiting for them to enter her body. She didn’t wait long. Jeff pushed his fingers in her anus and began to fuck her with them. Mason held her tight to him, letting Jeff do the work. Finally, she was beginning to feel full and feel her body stretch to accommodate the men.
Alice felt Jeff pull from her body. He used the paddle a few more times and then pushed her forward over Mason until she was resting against his chest. Jeff was behind her, stuffing his cock in her anus. She was so full it felt amazing. While she wanted to tell them that, she didn’t break character. With Mason in her pussy and Jeff in her butt, Alice was in heaven. She smiled when Jeff reached around and began to pinch her nipples, rolling them between his fingers.
“Too bad we don’t have any clamps here with us,” Mason noted.
“Maybe we do,” Jeff said, and without warning, he pulled from her body. She stayed sitting on Mason’s cock and could hear Jeff rummaging in the desk behind her. Suddenly he was back behind her. “I found these binder clips. They’ll have to do.”
“They’ll work,” Mason said.
Alice didn’t care what they were called, only that they’d be clamped over her nipples soon. She knew they would be black metal with a silver release on each end. She knew from experience working with them in the office, they’d be tight around her nipple. Anticipation ran through her, making her nipples harder. From behind, Jeff pushed his erection back in her anus and reached around to fondle her brea
sts, pinching her nipples until they were hard pebbles. She knew when he pulled her nipple forward it would be clamped. She figured Mason would clamp them because Jeff was holding her nipples.
Just when she thought they’d changed their minds, the cold metal encased her nipple and closed around it. It was startlingly different, but didn’t exactly hurt. The men repeated the process to her other side. Then Jeff began to fuck her ass again.
Alice pictured what she looked like now with both holes filled and her nipples encased in black metal. Her body shivered when she came from the image.
“Fuck, Alice. Don’t do that again,” Jeff told her. “Damn, she came and almost made me come.”
“Hell, I’ve been holding out since you put those damn clamps on her.”
“Fuck me, please,” she begged. “Just make me come.”
“And what about us?” Jeff asked from behind.
“Do what you want, just make me come.” She wasn’t prepared for him to pull from her body. In reality, she was deeply disappointed. Jeff grasped her waist and pulled her off Mason. He held her until she was steady and then let go.
“Back to the desk,” Mason said. He grabbed her around the waist, lifting her several inches from the carpet, and walked the few steps with her. When he released her, he pushed her down to her knees and she let her tongue reach out to search for his cock. She lapped at her own pussy juices on him. Alice didn’t know how long she sucked his cock. She only knew this was the kind of abandon she’d been missing. The darkness made the rest of her senses more aware. With her hands still tied behind her, she couldn’t maneuver Mason’s hips the way she usually did until he was in just the right spot for her to swallow him. Without any verbal warning, Mason pulled from her lips and grasped her to stand before him. She could hear them changing positions and waited what seemed like an eternity for their next move. Soon, she realized Jeff was leaning on the desk before her. He immediately began to suck patches of her breast between his lips. In the same instant, Mason was behind her, pushing his cock in her anus.
