Overworked: An Office Reverse Harem Romance

by Dark Angel

  I’m busy looking online for baby clothing when my four men arrive with lunch. It’s cute the way they take care of me since finding out about the babies.

  “We brought Chinese for you, Sweets. Everything you like. Even veggie egg rolls,” Spencer’s says.

  I am a spoiled brat these days. I mean, look at the view they give me! And I don’t just mean the four men in front of me.

  This office is incredible. There is now a personal trainer that comes in every morning for thirty minutes to help me stretch and exercise. I don’t want to gain too much weight because of the twins.

  “It all smells incredible, and I wanted to talk to each of you about the babies. So, this is a good time for that,” I say.

  I get paper plates from the small office kitchen and place them on the table. There are ten white boxes arranged on the table, and each one smells incredible. I’m so happy the morning sickness is finally gone.

  I grab a pair of chopsticks and several pieces of orange chicken and place them on my plate.

  “A few months ago I didn’t know how to use these things, but now, I think I finally got the hang of it!” I say proudly, dropping another piece of chicken on my plate.

  “Well, maybe you need a little more help with that,” Xane says, putting a piece of chicken to my lips.

  Laughing, I lick my bottom lip to lap up some of the sweet orange syrup. These babies seem to love ethnic food. So far, no cravings though—unless you consider sex a craving. But the guys make sure to keep me satiated.

  “So, I’ve been thinking a lot about when the babies come. How it’ll be like for me here at work. I want to put a nursery in my office. Is that okay with everyone?” I ask, looking at each of them before I take another bite of food.

  We haven’t talked about the dynamics of me working yet, but I can’t just walk away from my business.

  “As long as you make sure to have a nanny help you. Other than that, I see no issues,” Killian adds.

  “None at all. You will be a great mother to our babies,” Spencer says.

  Phew. Two down. That’s a huge weight off me.

  Derek nods as he looks around the office.

  “We can put in two cribs for the little ones. I rather they stay with their mum than a babysitter,” Derek says.

  I love when he says that. Mum. It makes me feel so warm all over to know that our children will have such a wide world view, thanks to the four of them.

  Xane nods but says nothing.

  He usually broods a lot, but he hasn’t been doing that much lately. I’ve even seen him smile at least four times today. We’re all placing bets on when he’ll break his latest record.

  We share ideas on baby names over the delicious lunch. My office has already taken bets on the gender. It seems that more of my colleagues think our twins will be boys.

  I would like to at least have one daughter, but I’ll be happy no matter what. I think these men would do well to have twin girls to keep them on their toes, but none of them agree.

  Our relationship with each other has become quite a bit more controlling, but I love every moment of it. I have learned to enjoy asking for permission to do things from shopping to bathing.

  I know that sounds wrong, but it’s been very liberating for me to give up all control. I touch the collar around my throat with a sweet smile as I think about the past few months.

  “Princess, take off your panties and place them in the middle of the table,” Derek says, his voice strong and demanding.

  I stand, my fingers slipping under my skirt. Slowly, I pull the small white silk panties down and set them on the table as told.

  “Like this, Derek?” I said.

  The moment I say it, I realize my mistake. I forgot the first thing they’ve taught me.

  “I’m sorry, Sir. It was a momentary lapse in judgment.”

  I feel like I’ve disappointed the four of them. I know I will be punished, but I deserve it anyway.

  Xane stands and walks to my side. His hand pets my hair in a loving manner.

  “Bend over the table, for us, Julia,” he asks.

  He didn’t use the pet name he normally has for me. That alone tells me what I’m in for.

  “Yes, Sir,” I whisper.

  Rising from my chair, I pull my skirt up to wrap it around my waist. My baby bump is quite visible, but I make sure to position myself correctly, so the babies are not in harm’s way.

  “Close your eyes,” Derek demands.

  “You know the rules, Julia. You are to address us as ‘Sir’ when given a direct order. You slipped up, and you need to be punished for that,” Killian says firmly.

  I feel a warm hand rubbing my bare ass cheeks. Chills rush up my spine as I anticipate the smack that I know is coming.

  SPANK!

  I scream, but there is no real pain; it does sting though.

  I don’t know who spanked me. I don’t care. I’m their woman, and they’re my dominants.

  SPANK!

  “Thank you, Sir,” I cry out.

  The spanking is a very loving moment between a submissive and a dominant. My men do not do this to hurt me, only to remind me that they are the ones in charge. Always.

  A soft hand traces the handprints on my ass. Spencer pulls back to add one of his own on my flesh. I know his touch.

  SPANK!

  “Fuck! Thank you, Sir,” I moan.

  I’m already getting incredibly wet from this little game we play with each other. It seems to come quicker and quicker as my pregnancy progresses.

  When the punishment is over, all four men have had spanked my ass at least once. Not one of the strikes was hard enough to leave a long-lasting mark, though. They only remind me that I have given my life to these amazing men.

  Derek helps me put the panties back on, kissing my lips when I finish. I love him so much. Well, I love them all equally.

  “We have something for you, Julia,” Xane says.

  All the men smile at me, and for the first time in a long time, I find myself blushing. I don’t even know why, but those smiles are infectious.

  “Since you are going to be the mother of our children, we want to make this official. Marriage is not an option for all of us, but we’re all bound to you now,” Killian adds.

  It’s either I have butterflies in my stomach or the babies are moving for the first time. I think it’s way too early to feel the twins.

  “We’ve bought you a ring, and we want you to wear it. It will show the world that you are not single,” Derek says.

  “Plus, it’s a little more recognizable to most people than a collar. Not that you’ve spent too much time where people can see it, right?” Xane says, smiling even wider at the expression on my face.

  Derek pulls a ring out of his pocket and slides the small symbol of their love on my finger, kissing it to seal the moment.

  Each one of them kisses the diamond on my finger, my heart beating faster.

  “Totally cool! We caught ourselves the hottest woman on the planet and nailed her down, but bros, its nap time,” Spencer announces.

  The room fills with laughter as Spencer pulls a gigantic bean bag from the coat closet and settles in for a nap.

  I shake my head and grin. “Spencer finally got that damn chair!”

  Hostile Work Environment

  A Dirty Billionaire Boss Romance

  By Dark Angel

  Copyright 2017 by Naughty Angel Publishing

  All rights reserved

  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only.

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  Sebastian

  I'm looking out the window over the expanse of the city which holds so many of my future conquests. I am
determined to develop as many city blocks as I can get my hands on. My need for money and monopoly guides my every move and I am certain I will have every one of my desires fulfilled. Unfortunately, one desire keeps popping in my brain, in a way that is unfamiliar.

  My cock is hard against my pants as I think about Lily. For some reason, I cannot shake her from my mind. While I'm used to controlling and consuming women, none have ever garnered control of my feelings like she has. Lily is different, that is certain. But the fact that I think about her constantly and have been doing so for a year throws me off guard and I'm not sure what to do with all this emotion. Fuck. I have to have her, and I will. But beyond that, my thoughts linger in a vision of the future that includes Lily beside me at all times. I can see us living together, being together, and traveling together. None of my conquests have ever been at this level. Usually, I wine them and dine them, and sort of throw them away. No one has ever held my interest beyond the initial chase, so it's unusual for me to be sitting here, pining for some woman, who I know I already contractually own. I sigh. At least she's mine for the foreseeable future, but I will have to find a way to maintain that.

  I have never wanted someone so much, and I have never wanted anything that I couldn’t just take. Some old part of me wants me to be able to just let go, but my entire being fights against such an idea.

  This ongoing argument is not rational for me, a man of great wealth and power. Normally I can buy whatever and whomever I want, but Lily I know is different. She doesn't appear to care about money, and maybe that's something she's inherited from her father. He was a fool not to sell to me immediately, but Lily's no fool. She wears her heart on her sleeve and with an innocence like that, I just can't seem to see myself taking advantage of her or ever turning her away. Man, I'm in deep and this thing's only just begun. The image of her touching her sweet pussy in front of me has me going hot. Every time I think of it I start to get hard and I imagine my cock being the first to penetrate her little, untouched hole. I would destroy it and lay claim over that and every other part of her. I would own her body, mind, and soul. She's mine already but I have to cement it. I have the cream of the crop in my hands and I'm never gonna let her get away. The fact that I'm even imagining this thing going longer than a year has me wondering what the fuck I've gotten myself into. This is not who I am. I am not one to fantasize about the future, let alone with some girl my cock hasn't even tasted yet. But I'm ready. Whatever Lily throws my way, I'm ready to contain her. She's gonna be mine and it's gonna be hot. I'm gonna show her the depths of joy like she's never even imagined and then she will be by my side forever, for want of will and not coercion. Pretty soon I won't need a contract. I'll have her eating out of the palm of my hand and she will beg me for more. She already wants to beg. I can tell. This is going to be the best sex of my life, and the only sex of hers. Untouched, unbegotten, I will have my way with this beautiful creature and she will come to depend on me for everything.

  One phone call and my thoughts come to a screeching halt.

  "What is it?" I bark into the phone.

  "I've got Mr. Salinger's secretary, holding on Line 1."

  "And?"

  "She wants to confirm your appointment with him about the convention center."

  "Right." Shit, I almost forgot. "Yes, yes, tell him it's still on."

  I hang up, disappointed to be pulled out of my thoughts of Lily. This matter does concern her, though, so my thoughts are not entirely misplaced. I wonder how she will feel about me executing the sale of her home to some big shot developer...and that makes this odd, because thoughts are turning towards emotion rather than desire.

  Salinger wants to place a convention center right on top of the place where Lily lives, so her precious memories will be at stake. I know she is like her father in wanting to preserve the home and the lives of the tenants who already live there. A part of me wonders if she'll be mad or disappointed with me for this sale. Will it make her push me away? Will she, my newfound desire, find a way to hate me for this? I can't believe I'm even considering another person's feelings, but I can't let this give her a reason to doubt me. I'm gonna have to tread carefully on this one.

  But, I reason, Mr. Salinger is not one to disappoint. He's a major developer in town with a chain of hotels nearby. He wants this piece of property and he wants it bad. I'm going to have to choose between being in his good graces and being in the arms of this beautiful virgin I've come to obsess about. Hopefully, it won't come to that.

  Lily

  “Come in.” Sebastian doesn’t hesitate.

  While I’ve been struggling to pull myself together, he’s settled in behind his desk looking every bit like the master of the universe that he is. He looks calm and composed. All I can think about is my wet panties in his pocket and the throbbing need between my legs.

  “Rose, show Lily to her office.”

  “Of course, Mr. King. Ms. Ryder, please follow me.”

  I grab my purse and obediently follow Rose out of the office and down the hall.

  “Please call me Lily.” I say. “Ms. Ryder sounds so formal.” I want to say it sounds too proper and polished for someone like me. I’m still struggling to recover from my meeting with Sebastian.

  “Okay, Lily.” Rose smiles at me. A real smile this time.

  She opens another set of double doors and waves me in. While the office is smaller than Sebastian’s, of course, it’s bigger than my living room by a good bit. It also has a spectacular view of the city. There is a large glass topped desk with chrome legs, and a large white leather chair sat behind it. I stand there for a moment just taking it in. This was where I am going to work. Suddenly, the lingering arousal that I feel is getting pushed aside by nerves. This is an office for someone responsible, someone who gets things done. I hope I can earn it with more than just my body.

  The rest of my day is a blur. I listen intently to everything that Rose says. I scribble furiously in my notebook as she explains the computer and filing systems. I’m expected to keep track of all of Sebastian’s appointments, and somehow make sure he has breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Fortunately, the meals only require making sure that the private chef is kept aware of Sebastian’s ever changing locations so his meals can be delivered. Maybe I can handle this. I am like a less efficient Pepper Potts.

  Based on his schedule, I have no idea when Sebastian actually sleeps or where. He owns several apartments and houses for his personal use. I am floored. What does Sebastian even do with all of those places? As far I know he doesn’t have a family. I wonder what he does when he isn’t making money. Surely there had to be more to his life than wheeling and dealing.

  “So, what does Sebastian do for fun?” I ask Rose.

  Rose looks at me like I am particularly dense. “He has,” she pauses as if searching for the right words, “hobbies.”

  “What kind of hobbies?”

  Rose hesitates. “That’s probably something you should ask Mr. King.”

  “Okay.” I could take a hint and her tone makes it clear that she really doesn’t want to discuss Sebastian’s personal life.

  Rose hands me a tablet and a phone that were much nicer than either of the ones I own. “These are your personal devices. Mr. King will use them to communicate with you. Please make sure that you’re reachable at all times.”

  “I will,” I say.

  “There’s a file with the particulars of your contract. Please make sure to familiarize yourself with it. Mr. King is very detail oriented.”

  “I understand.”

  Rose turns to leave then stops. “Mr. King’s last assistant was with us for a year. I hope you’ll stay longer.”

  I’m caught off guard by her remarks but I shouldn’t have been. Of course Sebastian has done this before. Of course I am not the first.

  “Rose, have there been many assistants?”

  Rose folds her arms across her chest. “No Lily, there haven’t been many. Only two others besides you, but I do think it�
��s time for Mr. King to find someone to fill the position permanently. I hope the third time’s the charm.”

  Before I can respond Rose opens the door and leaves. I sit behind the desk sinking into the creamy soft leather and pick up the tablet. There are at least twenty files in the contract folder. The truth was I’d only glanced at the contract in Sebastian’s office. Now I have time to really read over it. I tap the file marked dress code first. It seems the least intimidating. I am to wear high heels everyday, my skirts aren’t to come past my knee. I am to wear a garter belt and stockings, bra, and no panties. Clearly the rules are designed for Sebastian's pleasure. My center clenches at the thought of dressing for him, of him knowing exactly what I am wearing underneath my suits.

  There is also a list of stores where I can purchase anything I need. I am to instruct them to charge all items to Sebastian’s account. I will have a car and driver. I scroll down the list of files; I’m not ready to click on grooming yet. Sebastian really had thought of everything. I know Rose said there have only been two others besides me, but I can’t help but wonder.

  My phone vibrates and Rose’s name and face flash across the screen. I swipe to answer.

  “Hi Rose.”

  “I suggest you take the rest of the afternoon to visit the tailor, and anyone else you may need to see. If you check tomorrow’s schedule, you’ll see that Mr. King has an important meeting. I’m sure you’ll want to be fully prepared. Mr. King often requires time with his assistants after meetings. I’ve okayed your leaving with Mr. King”

  “Thank you, Rose.” Clearly she should have my job.

  As I leave the office I think about what Rose said. Maybe the third time is the charm. Maybe this can be something more. I don’t want to be just another toy for Sebastian. From that first moment in my living room, I have found myself utterly drawn to him in such a powerful way that it stops my thoughts even to recollect the reaction my body has. I’m not drawn to him because of his wealth or even his looks. Sebastian radiates an air of authority and control. I want that control. I crave that authority. I need the safety of obedience. I am ready and willing to trust Sebastian King with my body and my heart. I only hope I can convince him to trust me with his.