After helping Luci get Mistress Jane’s office set up, I had spent the better part of the morning with Jordan. He had requested that Luci and I be his guinea pigs for his presentations for new authors. Admittedly, that had been interesting. The guy was witty and funny and it was nice to hang out with him. However, he’d had something to take care of, so he passed me off to…myself.
And now I had nothing to do but pretend I had something to do.
Not an easy feat.
Deciding I needed to move around a little, I opted to go upstairs to check in with Luci, see if there was anything she wanted me to do. I would’ve taken my lunch break and gone up to my apartment for an hour except it was Friday and we only worked until one, so I figured food could wait until then.
When I reached the top of the stairs, I realized Luci wasn’t there.
Well, crap.
Turning to head back downstairs, my eye caught movement to my right and I noticed Langston urging Luci into his office. They didn’t close the door all the way and my curiosity was piqued.
What were they doing in there?
Were they working? Or were they playing?
Was it any of my business, regardless?
My mind instantly conjured up sexy images of the two of them sneaking into his office to do the nasty. So, of course, being bored and feeling slightly jilted from my falling-out with Mr. Snowden and Mr. Parker last week, I decided to follow them.
Discreetly, of course.
After glancing around to make sure no one had joined me, I headed down the hall to where they’d disappeared. I allowed my five-inch heels to carry me, grateful for the carpeted hallway that muted the sound nicely. Once I reached Langston’s door, I again checked to make sure no one was behind me before I leaned closer and listened.
Nothing.
Dang it. I was so hoping for something exciting to happen.
I glanced down the hall and withheld a sigh of disappointment.
“Yes, Master.” Luci’s voice was raspier than normal. “If it pleases you.”
Oh, God.
I had to know what was going on, so I slowly nudged the door open just a hair and peeked inside.
Lord have mercy.
Those two sure didn’t waste any time.
Now, I knew this cemented my self-imposed title as a voyeur, but I didn’t care. Like I said, I was bored.
“That’s it, little one,” Langston’s deep voice rumbled in the overly large room. “Show me just how much you love my cock. And if you’re a good girl, I’ll even fuck you with it once you finish sucking me.”
I couldn’t look away. I didn’t know what compelled me to stand there and watch while Luci was on her knees, her Master’s cock tunneling past her lips, but I did. It was so wickedly hot. Perhaps because they were in the office and it should’ve been taboo.
It wasn’t like I hadn’t seen this same scene a million times before. There were all sorts of things that took place at the club and I’d witnessed plenty of naughty deeds that were far raunchier than this, but there was something about the two of them sneaking away. It made me wonder if this was a frequent occurrence for them. Did they have sex on Langston’s desk? Or maybe in the conference room? Did the three of them go at it while the rest of us plugged away at our desks?
It made me miss the time I’d spent with…my masters.
Even thinking about them that way made my heart hurt. They’d never really been mine to begin with.
“Fuck, I do love your mouth, pet,” Langston hissed, his hand sliding into her hair. “But I love that pussy more. Stand up for me.”
His cock fell from her mouth as she got to her feet. Her eyes were locked on his face and there was a beaming smile on her lips. Clearly, she was enjoying this.
As was I.
“Now bend over my desk,” he instructed. “Keep in mind, someone could be standing right outside that door, so you have to be quiet.”
Holy shit. Did he know I was there? Had he seen me?
“Yes, Master.” She tossed him a sassy grin over her shoulder as she planted her palms flat on the desk and leaned forward.
“You don’t think I’ll make you scream?” he taunted.
“Oh, I know you will, and I look forward to it.”
He smacked her ass playfully, making her giggle. For whatever reason, that made me long for Mr. Snowden and Mr. Parker. They’d made me feel that way a few times. I longed for the two men who could bring me to orgasm while the others in the office were completely oblivious to the sexiness taking place right under their noses.
Within seconds, Langston was doing just what he’d promised as he filled Luci with his cock, rocking her small body as he held her hips in his big hands. He impaled her roughly and my own body overheated simply watching them.
“Yes…” Langston growled. “Make that pussy milk my cock, little one.”
“Oh, Master,” Luci squealed, a moan following.
“You like that?” He smacked her ass again. “You like when I bend you over and fuck that sweet little pussy?”
“Oh, God, yes!”
With every dirty word that came out of his mouth, my pussy clenched. It was a reminder of how empty I’d been lately. I wanted to feel what Luci was feeling, wanted a man to dominate me in every way.
Or two men.
I didn’t even care.
Langston continued to fuck her, driving in hard and deep, while I was transfixed by the sight. Then suddenly a hand was over my mouth and a muffled scream escaped me. My eyes flew up to Langston and Luci, but neither of them looked my way, so I could only assume they hadn’t heard me.
“Shh,” the deep voice sounded in my ear. “Are you enjoying the show?”
Mr. Snowden.
I’d know that voice anywhere at this point.
Feeling only slightly ashamed, I nodded.
“Close the door,” he whispered roughly. “Quietly.”
I eased the door shut, careful not to make a sound. When I turned to face him, Mr. Snowden was staring at me, his expression completely blank. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking.
“They don’t mind being watched,” he said. “But do you think watching them is appropriate office behavior?”
I felt my face heat. “I…uh…”
“You what? Weren’t watching?”
Oh, I knew better than to lie to him. He’d caught me red-handed. No way could I deny it.
“Or you weren’t enjoying it?”
I opted for honest, hoping it would mend the rift that I’d created. “I was watching. And I was enjoying it.”
Something flared in his eyes and it looked a whole lot like desire.
Heat bloomed in my belly at the thought of this sexy man punishing me for being a voyeur.
“That’s interesting, considering your feelings on things that should and should not take place in the office.”
Aww, crap. He was still bristling over my comment the other day. I knew I’d gone too far the instant my mouth had opened, but I’d been pissed at Mr. Parker. At both of them, actually. Whatever was going on with them had put me in a position I didn’t want to be in. And now I wished I’d never said anything at all.
Taking my hand in his, Mr. Snowden led me down the hall, then down the stairs. When we reached our floor, he continued into his office, closing the door behind us. He instantly backed me up against the wall, similar to the way he’d done so many times before. I could feel the warmth of his body through his immaculate suit and it didn’t help to ease the fire currently burning inside me.
Was he going to forgive me finally? Could it be possible that he was going to do to me what Langston was doing to Luci?
God, I hoped so.
“Did it turn you on?” he asked, his voice soft as he leaned in.
“Yes,” I admitted, my voice breathy.
“Yet you declared the office unsuitable for play, did you not?”
Okay, so he wasn’t forgiving me. He was going to hold that against me forever. Not that I
blamed him. The way I’d treated him had been horrible. He hadn’t deserved it.
“I didn’t mean it,” I confessed.
“Too late for that,” he stated firmly. “You made your intentions clear. Therefore, Mr. Parker and I have deemed you off-limits to us. Permanently.”
“What?” Oh, my God. No.
“Is that not what you said the other day? That the office was for business only?”
“I did,” I admitted. “But I didn’t mean it. I was…angry.”
“At me?”
“No.”
“Then why did you take it out on me?”
Good question.
I swallowed hard.
He stepped back and I found myself staring back at him, wishing like hell he’d do something to relieve this ache that had built between my legs. I didn’t move, although I wanted to grab him and pull him to me.
I knew better. He’d said what he had to say. I had fucked everything up and he wasn’t going to allow me to fix it.
“I think you owe Langston and Luci an apology.”
My eyes widened. “You want me to tell them I was watching?”
“I do.” He said it simply, as though that wasn’t the most embarrassing thing that could happen to me. “And I want you to apologize.”
“I…” Nodding, I opted to accept my punishment. “I’ll apologize to them.”
“I insist on being there when you do.”
Another nod. “Okay.”
“And tonight, I’ll make sure you get your fix. Perhaps that’ll rectify your need to spy on your co-workers.”
Okay, so that sounded promising.
Wait. “But I have to work at the club tonight.” I had traded nights with another submissive because she was going to see her mother.
“I know.” His voice lowered an octave when he spoke. “Tonight, when you’re working, I want you to find me and Mr. Parker when we scene. I want to see you right in the front, watching everything.”
Knowing you can’t join in. He hadn’t said that, but I could see it in his eyes. This was his way of punishing me, pushing me away the way I’d done to him.
“Since you enjoy watching and all…”
I nodded.
Without another word, Mr. Snowden tilted his chin toward the door dismissively. “That’ll be all.”
I walked out of his office, attempting to draw air into my lungs, my heart beating rapidly.
Although nothing had changed between us—I was still on his bad side—there was a twinge of hope that sparked to life. He was including me tonight, even if I was relegated to being on the outside looking in.
Still, for the first time in a really long time, I was looking forward to going to the club.
*
At eight o’clock, I was walking into the club with Mr. Snowden and Mr. Parker. As they’d said they would, they escorted me to work in Mr. Parker’s Audi. Usually, Mr. Parker didn’t go with us, but clearly they had an agenda tonight.
My thoughts drifted back to that afternoon. I’d sucked it up and apologized to Langston and Luci for observing what had been an intimate moment between them. Not surprisingly, neither of them had been offended. In fact, I was the one who was surprised when Langston admitted to knowing I was there.
“My job as Luci’s Dom is to protect her,” Langston had explained. “You think I don’t pay attention? That I wouldn’t ensure her safety wherever we are?”
Yeah. I had thought that. But it made sense, and once again, I’d found myself envying her, knowing that she was well taken care of by the men who loved her.
“I’m sorry for intruding, Mr. Moore. I was out of line.”
He had then smiled, pulling Luci in close to his side. “Trust me when I say we don’t mind being watched.”
I had glanced at Luci and noticed the passion glazing her eyes.
Yeah, I definitely envied her.
The drive to the club was quiet, but I could feel my anticipation growing. I was eager to watch Mr. Snowden and Mr. Parker play, desperate to see them together, hoping against hope that they were extending an olive branch. I had fucked up, but I was more than willing to atone for it. I didn’t want things to continue the way they were, with them keeping me at arm’s length.
It only took a few minutes for us to get through the check-in process, handing over our membership cards so they could be scanned, then stepping into the room where Jeff, the on-duty submissive, checked to ensure we weren’t carrying cell phones or cameras.
Once we were inside the club proper, I turned to go to the locker room so I could get changed.
“Hold on, Addison,” Mr. Parker said as he grabbed my wrist.
Not once since my argument with Mr. Snowden had either of them addressed me with a pet name. And it appeared they still weren’t going to do that.
I slowly turned to face him, trying to hide my disappointment.
“Yes, Mr. Parker?”
“You may refer to me as Master Parker, like all the other submissives,” he stated firmly.
My heart dropped.
“Yes, Master Parker.”
Mr. Snowden held out a bag.
“Tonight, you’ll wear this,” Mr. Parker informed me.
I frowned, confused, but took the bag.
“Wait.” Mr. Parker grabbed the bag and stuck his hand in, pulling something out. “We won’t be needing this.”
He held up a thin leather collar. It wasn’t anything fancy, but it wasn’t quite as plain as the protection collars they kept at the front desk. My heart sank some more. At some point, they’d planned on collaring me and now they weren’t.
“We’d been intending to use it to ensure all the Doms were aware you were off-limits. That no longer appears to be necessary.”
I wanted to cry, but I held the sob in my chest and nodded.
“I understand,” I told him, dropping my eyes to the floor.
“Remember my instructions from earlier?” Mr. Snowden inquired.
“Yes, Master Snowden.”
“Good, we’ll see you in the dungeon in an hour.”
I nodded, then turned and headed for the locker rooms on the third floor.
I had traversed these stairs a hundred times, but tonight I felt as though I had lead weights around my ankles. While I’d been excited to come, I no longer wanted to be here. I thought for sure we were making progress, but that obviously wasn’t the case. It was as though they were constantly reminding me of my mistake.
I finally made it to the locker room and I forced my feet to carry me inside. If I wasn’t working tonight, I would’ve walked right out the door and not looked back. I owed Master Edge and Master Ramsey more than that, though. I had no choice but to suck it up.
The locker rooms weren’t the type that you’d see in a high school or a gym. These were opulent lounges with televisions and comfortable furniture. There was plush carpet in the sitting area and beautiful tile in the showers. The only thing that resembled a normal locker room were the lockers, but even those were nice, solid wood instead of metal.
I noticed a couple of submissives were sitting on the sofa watching the television, likely waiting for their shifts to start or their Masters to summon them. I didn’t say a word as I slipped past them and into one of the dressing rooms, closing the curtain. I sat on the wooden bench and opened the bag.
Inside there was a black leather bra and a matching G-string. No shoes.
I couldn’t help but smile. It was a thoughtful gift, one that kept me from wearing the short skirt and white shirt I’d been wearing for the past month. The only corset I’d owned was at Josh’s, or more accurately, in the garbage, so I’d been lacking when it came to club attire. As a submissive on duty, I was supposed to wear something sexy. This certainly fit the bill.
It only took a couple of minutes for me to get changed, then shove all my things into my locker. As I was heading out, my hand went up to my neck and I couldn’t help but wonder how it would’ve felt to wear their collar.
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sp; “Doesn’t always work out the way we want it to,” I mumbled to myself as I headed down to the main floor.
Master Edge greeted me with a smile, then pointed toward the bar. “You’ll be there for an hour. After that, your presence has been requested in the dungeon. When you’re finished there, you can help the DMs.”
“Yes, Master Edge.”
“But tonight will be your last shift.”
“What? Why?”
Was this more punishment?
“I was informed that your full-time job is taking a lot of your time and I’ve got several submissives on the waiting list.”
Obviously, he’d spoken to Mr. Snowden or Mr. Parker. Or both. I figured they no longer wanted to cart me back and forth.
“But I can’t cover my membership fees,” I admitted.
“It’s covered for a year, Addison. At that point, if you still can’t afford them, we’ll discuss further.”
Arguing was pointless because he’d clearly made up his mind. “Yes, Master Edge.”
With that, I went to my post and tried my best to keep my mind occupied.
It was either that or cry.
And I wasn’t about to cry over anyone.
Not ever again.
Forty
JUSTIN
I HADN’T REALIZED HOW MUCH I’d missed the club these past few months. Every time I stepped inside, there was a feeling of normalcy that washed over me. I knew while I was here, people wouldn’t be judging me for the things I did and said. It was a place I could come and be myself, let my guard down somewhat.
And I suspected tonight was going to be an interesting one.
When my pup had informed me of what he’d witnessed when he came back from lunch, I couldn’t help but get that strange sense of hope again. Knowing that Addison had taken it upon herself to spy on Langston and Luci made me believe she was regretting her rash behavior and the hasty things she had said.
Although she had clearly stated she would not be playing in the office—something I was going to respect—I knew it had been a knee-jerk reaction. She had been upset. Unfortunately, when it came to the office, we were bound to uphold her wishes. Until she was willing to come forward and ask for forgiveness, there was nothing I could do to change the outcome.
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