Their Rebellious Submissive (Office Intrigue Book 3)

by Nicole Edwards

  When I was naked, my cock bobbing proudly between my legs, I motioned toward the sofa. “Thank you, pet. Now I want you to remove that undershirt and your bra, but leave on the sheer one. Then have a seat right where you were. And pup, come over here.”

  With slow, graceful movements, Ben got to his feet while I sat down.

  We both watched as Addison did as instructed, taking off the sheer blouse only to put it back on once she was naked underneath. The fact that I could see her perky tits and the cherry-red nipples beneath made my cock jerk roughly.

  When she took a seat, there was a little distance between me and Addison this time.

  “Kneel, pup,” I instructed, spreading my legs wide and pointing toward the floor. “Let me feel your mouth on my dick.” I turned my head to address Addison. “I want you to watch. Don’t take your eyes off him for a second.”

  “Yes, Mr. Parker,” she rasped, her eyes following Ben as he got into position between my legs.

  Leaning back against the cushion, I closed my eyes for a second and let myself get lost in the velvety-soft warmth of Ben’s mouth.

  “Move closer,” I instructed Addison.

  Once again, she was at my side. I took her hand in mine, held it against my chest.

  “What do you think when you see him sucking me?”

  Her raspy breaths could be heard even over her words. “I think it’s…hot.”

  I caressed Ben’s smooth, bald head with one hand and relaxed as the minutes wore on. He knew better than to make me come, which was one of the reasons he gave such a phenomenal blow job.

  Addison’s fingers tightened in mine.

  “One day very soon, little rebel, that’ll be you kneeling between my legs, my cock sliding past those pretty lips.”

  She didn’t say anything, but I didn’t expect her to. I wanted her to know we were not moving that direction tonight. I was quite content to have Ben at my mercy while she sat there and ogled him.

  “Such a good boy,” I whispered, some of the tension in my shoulders easing while the ache in my balls increased. I needed to feel him, needed to claim him just as I always did.

  “Get the lube and slick my cock, pup. Then I plan to fuck you. Hard. I need that tight ass to milk my dick.”

  Addison’s hand trembled in mine but she didn’t attempt to pull away. I suspected her voyeuristic tendencies were getting the best of her. In this regard, it worked in all our favors.

  Without a word, Ben did as instructed, stroking my cock until it was greased completely before standing in front of me.

  He inched back when I released Addison’s hand and got to my feet.

  “Turn around,” I commanded, shifting around him when he did.

  Once he was facing the sofa, I moved to stand behind him.

  “Little rebel, I want you to remain right where you are.”

  Addison nodded.

  “Pup, put your hands on the back of the sofa, leaning over her.”

  With my hand on his back, I urged him forward into the position I wanted. Addison remained on the sofa, reclining back into the cushions, her eyes wide as she stared up at Ben, whose face was mere inches from hers.

  “Now don’t move,” I insisted, guiding my cock to his eager hole.

  I wasn’t gentle when I pushed in past the tight ring of muscles. I grunted as the pleasure consumed me, my core muscles tightening as his ass sheathed my cock in heat. Usually, I had a tighter rein on my control, but the two of them were pushing my limits. Ever since Ben admitted his need to dominate a woman and we’d decided we would find one we could share, I’d dreamed about this day. For a short time, we’d had it with Luci, but that had been significantly different. Luci had never been ours and we knew it from the beginning.

  “Oh, fuck,” Ben moaned, then growled as I forced myself deeper.

  Son of a bitch. Every fucking time I sank inside him was like the first time.

  “Does it feel good?”

  “Yes, Mr. Parker.”

  “Tell me, pup. Tell me how fucking good it feels.”

  “So good… Fuck… Feels fucking amazing.” He moaned again as I shifted, retreating an inch, then pushing back in.

  I pulled his hips back, lodging myself deeper.

  “I want to hear you,” I ordered as I rammed into him. “I want you to fuck me and I want to hear you.”

  I saw Addison shift, her hands coming up to cup Ben’s face as they remained so damn close. I couldn’t see my pup’s response, but I could feel the tension increase in his body. He liked her touching him. She made no movements other than to cradle his face in her palms.

  “Do you like this?” Ben growled. “Like having me close while Mr. Parker fucks my ass?”

  “Yes, Mr. Snowden,” she replied breathily. “So much.”

  A strange sensation filled my chest. Individually, they tempted me. Together, they pushed me beyond my boundaries. Yet there was something else. Seeing the two of them making a connection like that… It had me wondering about my place in all of this.

  Unable to help myself, I retreated, then drove in hard.

  “Oh, fuck,” Ben hissed.

  Turning my attention back to him and him alone, I focused on the pleasure he offered. I was known for my endless reserve of control when it came to my own orgasm, but the two of them together like that was nearly enough to shatter my resolve.

  Ben’s sexy moans filled the room, settling in my ears and making me harder than steel. He felt so damn good, better than anything I’d ever known before him. I gave him my full attention, my fingertips digging into his flesh as I rammed my hips forward and back, fucking him as deep as I could. The man undid me in ways I’d never expected. I loved him unconditionally, although neither of us had admitted it out loud. There was no denying it, though.

  Minutes passed as I worked us both closer and closer to the edge, Addison raptly focused on Ben’s face.

  “Fuck me,” I growled, pulling him back against me, my cock impaling him while I reached around and grabbed his cock.

  “Yes…” he hissed. “God, yes.”

  Ben rocked into me while I stroked him roughly, loving every second of being with him.

  “You have my permission to come,” I rumbled as I leaned down and kissed his shoulder, nipping him with my teeth. “Come for me, pup. Squeeze my cock while you do.”

  I knew he was hanging by a thread and he proved it a few seconds later.

  Ben roared as he came, my hand covering the head so he didn’t shower Addison, his asshole clamping down on my cock, triggering my release. As I came inside him, I bit his shoulder and sighed.

  Before Ben, no one had ever completed me.

  Oddly enough, with Addison there with us, I was overwhelmed with a different sensation. Something that I was going to have to wrap my head around.

  I had always known that Ben needed more than I could give him. And though I was more than willing to explore this, to see where it went, I couldn’t deny there was a small amount of trepidation inside me.

  The man gave me everything I could ever possibly want.

  I only prayed that I could do the same for him.

  *

  BEN

  HAVING SPENT NEARLY A DECADE as Mr. Parker’s full-time submissive, I was in tune with him enough to know when he was emotionally retreating. And although he’d just fucked me, giving me every ounce of himself in physical form, I could tell he was backing off from an emotional standpoint.

  Quickly.

  If I said it didn’t bother me, I’d be lying. On the other hand, it was something I’d grown accustomed to over the years. I didn’t necessarily like it, but there wasn’t much I could do to stop it.

  “Go get cleaned up,” he ordered me, his tone brusque.

  I peered down at Addison. “I’ll be right back, precious.”

  She nodded, her eyes reflecting the same concern I felt.

  Hesitant, I paused for only a moment before I went to the guest bathroom, grabbing my pants on my way. I to
ok a few minutes to clean myself up, then yanked on my slacks, zipping them, but not buttoning them.

  When I returned to the living room, Addison was sitting on the edge of the cushion, her eyes wide as she watched me move toward her. I noticed the way her gaze slipped down to my chest. She seemed quite impressed and that knowledge made my dick jerk behind my zipper. Damn, but I wished Mr. Parker had included her. All through dinner, I’d thought about sliding my cock into her wet, warm cunt while Mr. Parker fucked my ass.

  Forcing myself to look away from the beautiful woman whom I was desperate to claim, I scanned the room. Mr. Parker was nowhere in sight.

  “He…uh…excused himself.” She thumbed toward his bedroom.

  “Are you okay?” I asked as she got to her feet.

  I realized then that she had put her bra and her other blouse back on.

  “Of course.” Her cheerful tone wasn’t reflected in her expression. She was likely as shocked by the quick shift as I was.

  “Let me walk you to your apartment.”

  “I can walk myself, you know. I do live right across the hall.” She smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I’ll see you both in the morning?”

  “Bright and early.”

  Addison didn’t seem to find the motivation to go, so I stood there, waiting. I had absolutely no idea what to say to her or how to explain what was happening. I hated to shove her out the door, but I wasn’t sure she needed to witness Mr. Parker’s meltdown.

  “Thank you for…letting me be part of that.”

  What was she thanking me for? She’d watched as the man I loved fucked me into oblivion. Granted, it had been significantly hotter having her there with us, even though she was merely observing. I would’ve enjoyed having her participate, but I understood Mr. Parker’s reasoning. He was exerting his control, ensuring we both understood he made the rules.

  That morning, I’d been unable to help myself, desperate to touch her. Making her come with my finger hadn’t been in my plan, but where she was concerned, it seemed my plans changed.

  Unable to resist, I stepped closer, then leaned in and pressed my lips to hers. She sighed softly against my mouth.

  “Good night, precious.”

  “Good night, Mr. Snowden.”

  She went to the door, opening it slowly as she continued to watch me right up until the door was closed between us. I was about to go in search of Mr. Parker when he returned, wearing a pair of jeans. He hastily snatched his glass from the table, then went straight for the kitchen.

  “Are you okay?” I asked from where I remained standing near the sofa.

  “Fine, pup,” he stated firmly, his words clipped.

  Yeah. He was certainly not fine, but I wasn’t going to push him. Not tonight. It had been a long damn day and we both needed some rest.

  Knowing he needed a few minutes, I went into Mr. Parker’s bedroom and turned down the bed. He would be in eventually. He would likely sit in the dark for an hour while a million thoughts ran through his head, but I would wake up in the morning, his warm, hard body pressed up against me. It was the only reason I didn’t question him. When he wanted to talk, he would.

  Granted, I would eventually have to prod him a little to get Mr. Parker to open up. He wasn’t the type to out-and-out discuss his feelings. Not without a lot of prompting, anyway.

  As I lay there in the dark, my thoughts drifted to Addison. To the way her hands had cupped my face while I was impaled on Mr. Parker’s cock. There had been a unique yet foreign connection between us. Oddly enough, it had been all that I needed. I hadn’t been overwhelmed with the desire to top her tonight, rather needing what Mr. Parker was offering, and her acceptance had eased my mind.

  I hadn’t expected it to play out that way considering I’d been battling this deep desire to dominate her. However, that worked, too. Knowing that she understood the dynamic between Mr. Parker and me… It made me want more from her.

  In fact, I wanted everything, actually. From Mr. Parker. From Addison. The two of them together.

  And I got the feeling Addison was more than willing to see how this played out. Not once had she seemed uncomfortable. I’d go so far as to say she wished we would’ve included her.

  As for Mr. Parker, I wasn’t sure what was going through his head.

  Reaching for my phone, I stared at the screen, tempted to text Addison some instructions. She’d seemed a bit lost when she left and I wanted to settle her mind. My gaze swung to the bedroom door and the darkened living room beyond.

  With one click, I brought my phone to life and pulled up my texting app.

  With a flurry of thumbs, I typed out a message to Addison, unable to resist the urge to check on her. I figured she wasn’t asleep yet.

  Ben: Are you okay?

  I waited a few minutes, but then her response came in.

  Addison: Maybe a little…frustrated, if you know what I mean.

  She added a smiling emoji.

  Ben: Would you like some help with that?

  Addison: What did you have in mind?

  Ben: What are you doing right now?

  Addison: Just took off my makeup and put on my nightgown.

  Ben: Take off the nightgown.

  Addison: Is that an order?

  Ben: Anytime I instruct you to do something, it’s an order.

  I wish I could’ve seen her face to witness her reaction. I still had my doubts as to whether Addison believed I would dominate her the way she truly needed. I’d seen her responses to Mr. Parker, knew she craved those commands. The girl practically purred when Mr. Parker insisted she do something.

  Addison: Okay. I took it off.

  Ben: Do I need to come over there and check for myself?

  Addison: If you would like, Mr. Snowden. However, I am being honest.

  I fucking loved that she was so quick to refer to me that way. I wanted to hear it always.

  Ben: I trust you, Addison.

  Addison: I trust you, too, Mr. Snowden.

  That admission had my heart slamming hard against my ribs. For a woman like Addison, who’d experienced abuse at the hands of a Dom—probably more than one—I knew it took a lot for her to trust anyone. Considering how short of a time period we’d known each other, that was huge.

  Before I could respond, a picture came through.

  My cock hardened at the sight of that black silk nightgown lying on her rumpled sheets. Addison wasn’t in the picture, but I didn’t need her to be. That was more proof than was necessary.

  Ben: Good girl. Now lie down on the bed, propping your head up on a pillow. High enough you can see down your body.

  A minute or so passed before she replied.

  Addison: Done. I’ve got two pillows under my head. What would you like me to do, Mr. Snowden?

  What I really wanted her to do was walk over here naked and crawl into bed with me so I could show her all the dirty things I wanted to do to her.

  Ben: I take it you don’t own a vibrator?

  Addison: Unfortunately, no.

  Another smiley-face emoji appeared and I vowed I would get her a vibrator. After all, that was one of the benefits of Mr. Parker representing toy companies. There was an endless supply. Only, I would refuse to allow her to use it without permission.

  Ben: Place your feet flat on the mattress, knees spread wide. I want you to take your index and middle fingers from your right hand into your mouth. Get them nice and wet. Then I want you to slide those two fingers through your slit, teasing your clit ever so slightly. I want you to pretend that’s my tongue.

  Addison: I wish it was your tongue.

  Ben: Me, too, precious. But for now, this will have to do. Are you playing with your clit?

  Addison: I am.

  Ben: Go nice and slow. No need to rush. I want the sensation to build. And if you need to rewet your fingers, dip them into your pussy.

  Addison: No need. I’m so wet.

  Fuck. My dick was hard again.

  Movement ca
ught my eye and I looked up to see Mr. Parker walking into the room. His eyes zeroed in on my boner tenting the sheet.

  His left eyebrow rose slowly as he regarded me with curiosity. “What are you doing in here?”

  It appeared he’d managed to calm down.

  “Texting Addison instructions.”

  That seemed to pique his interest. “Instructions for what?”

  He set his empty glass on the nightstand, then removed his pants and crawled into bed. He had a king-sized bed and there was plenty of room for both of us, but Mr. Parker liked to get close. I didn’t mind one single bit.

  He inched over to me, his leg pressing up against mine. I held up my phone so he could read the exchange.

  “Is that why your dick’s hard again?”

  “Absolutely.”

  Mr. Parker’s hand slid beneath the sheet, his fingers curling around my cock. I breathed in deeply.

  “Keep texting her. Make her come. And when she does, I expect you to come, too.”

  He pushed the sheet off as I shifted up onto the pillow. He never released me, even as I began texting Addison again.

  Ben: Are you fingering yourself, precious girl? Are you thinking of me while you do it?

  Addison: Yes…

  There was a long pause in her typing and I had to wonder if she was too preoccupied for this type of conversation.

  Addison: I’m so close.

  I held the phone at an angle so Mr. Parker could read the exchange.

  Ben: Just thinking about you lying there, your fingers moving restlessly over your clit, makes my dick hard.

  Mr. Parker leaned over, propping himself up on his elbow. The next thing I knew, he was taking my cock in his mouth. I hissed and damn near dropped the phone on my face.

  “Remember what I said,” he stated, pausing only briefly. “I expect you to come when she does.”

  That wasn’t going to be a problem.

  Ben: Press your fingers down on your clit while you rub. I wish I was there to watch you, to see how fucking sexy you are when you play with yourself. One of these days, that’s what I’ll have you do. I’ll make you come into my office, strip down, and play with your pussy while I watch. Would you like that, precious?