by Opal Carew
“I’m going into the office today.”
That meant she’d have the day to herself, but she knew she would feel lost in this huge, empty house all alone.
“And you’ll be coming with me.”
“I will?”
“You’ll be acting as my personal assistant.” He nodded toward the suit on the door. “As soon as you’re ready, get dressed and join me downstairs for breakfast.”
Sylvia followed Mr. King from the elevator into a reception area. A handsome young blond man smiled. “Good morning, Mr. King.”
“Good morning, Gerald. This is Sylvia Reed. Is her office ready?”
“Yes, Mr. King. The one across from yours and the other partners, as you instructed.”
Several people passed through the reception area, nodding to the young man at reception.
Sylvia followed Mr. King down a side hallway into a more secluded area of the office space. They passed two offices with heavy wooden doors, open revealing big desks and floor to ceiling windows.
“That’s my office,” Mr. King said pointing to the last door in the hallway, “and this one is yours.”
He turned left into an open door and she followed him into a large office. Not as big or well appointed as the others they’d passed, but there was a couch and a table in addition to the desk, computer and leather chair.
He closed the door and turned to her. “I know you must be wondering what you’re doing here. I mean, I’m sure you’ve figured out that as my personal assistant you’ll be doing very personal things for me. But I also know that Mr. Grant met you because he and his partners were helping you live out a certain fantasy. Of submitting to the sexual whims of business partners.” He smiled. “I have two business partners whom I’m sure will be more than happy to help continue that fantasy for you.”
Her insides fluttered. “It’s not really a fantasy anymore.”
His eyebrow quirked. “You mean, you don’t want to do this?”
“No, I mean it’s really gone from fantasy to reality.”
He stepped closer, his eyes darkening. “And does that make it more exciting?”
She shivered as his hand wrapped around her upper arm. All she could do was nod, her voice threatening to stutter if she tried to speak.
A knock sounded at the open door.
“Good morning. I heard you have a new assistant.”
The newcomer, a tall man with wavy wheat-blond hair stood in the doorway, his keen brown gaze taking in the closeness of their bodies and Mr. King’s hand around her arm. Mr. King released her and turned.
“Sylvia, this is Mr. Connor. Sean, this is Sylvia.”
Mr. Connor’s eyebrows arched. “So formal?”
“Yes, Mr. King would like me to express respect for those in authority by addressing them formally.” She held out her hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Connor.”
Another man stepped into the office as she explained. Shorter then Mr. Connor. But broad-shouldered and with lively green eyes.
Mr. Connor stepped forward and his hand wrapped around hers and he squeezed as he shook it.
“Hi. I’m Mr. Sayed,” the other man said as he took her hand and shook it.
“Good morning, Mr. Sayed.”
She was sure from the curious glances Mr. Sayed and Mr. Connor sent to Mr. King, that neither of them knew why she was really here.
“So Erik, you’ve certainly picked out a lovely assistant,” Mr. Sayed said to Mr. King. “Are you keeping her all to yourself, or do you intend to share?”
“Don’t worry. I’ll definitely be sharing her. Just let me get her settled in, then she’ll come around and you can work out what she can do for you.”
“I’m looking forward to it,” Mr. Sayed said with a smile.
“I like my coffee black,” Mr. Connor said with a wink, then followed Mr. Sayed out the door.
“They don’t know yet,” she said once they were gone.
He closed the door. “No, but you can let them know in what way and exactly how far I’m willing to share you.”
“And how far is that?”
“When Mr. Grant first introduced you to me and our associates on that project, he told us beforehand that we were to consider your panties a strict barrier not to be breached.” He smiled and leaned forward, then murmured in her ear. “Take your panties off.”
Sylvia knocked on Mr. Connor’s open door. He glanced up from his computer screen, then smiled.
“Sylvia. Are you getting settled in?”
“Yes, thank you, sir.” She walked across the room and set the steaming mug of black coffee on his desk.
He stared at it, then at her. “I was just kidding about the coffee. You don’t have to serve me.”
She smiled. “I don’t mind. Do you have some time now to spend with me?”
“Yes, of course.”
She walked back to the door and closed it. When she turned, his brow furrowed. He really had no idea. Butterflies fluttered through her stomach. What would he think of the idea? Would he be shocked? Would he send her away in disgust?
She walked toward his desk again. “Mr. King hired me as a personal assistant. For all of you. She walked around his desk and stood beside his chair. “He doesn’t have the usual office duties in mind. He was thinking I might be of more use in helping you… relax. To… relieve stress.”
He turned his chair toward her, shaking his head. “I’m not sure I really understand. I mean… it sounds like you’re saying…”
“Do you find me at all attractive?” she asked.
“Or course, Sylvia. You’re a beautiful woman.”
She smiled. “Thank you. So does that mean you’d like to…”—she rested her fingers lightly on his shoulder—“touch me?”
His jaw dropped open. She unfastened the top button of her blouse, then the next, then pulled the fabric open to reveal the swell of her breasts.
She moved closer, her legs brushing against his knees. She dropped her jacket from her shoulders, then slid it off and discarded it.
“You can touch me anywhere,” she said seductively.
He just seemed stunned, so she took his hand and rested it on her breast. Even through the bra and blouse, he could probably feel how hard her nipple was.
“Anywhere?” he asked.
At his continued uncertainty, she drew up her skirt. His gaze locked on her legs, slowly being revealed as she drew the fabric upward. She turned toward the desk and bunched the skirt all the way up around her waist and leaned over the desk, exposing her naked ass. She widened her legs.
“Anywhere. And I will follow whatever order you give me. Sir.”
It was like she flipped a switch. He laughed then his hand stroked over her ass, squeezing it in his palm. Then his fingers slid between her thighs and found her slick folds.
“Fuck, baby. Lean over more. Let me look at you.”
She bent over until her breasts rested on the desk. He stroked her, sending heat pulsing through her, then his fingers slid inside.
“You are so fucking wet. This is turning you on, isn’t it, baby?”
“Yes, sir. You turn me on, Mr. Connor.”
He laughed again.
“I want you to suck me off, but… God damn it, right now I just want to be inside you.”
“I want you inside me, sir.” And she did. The thought of his hard cock sliding into her set her blood boiling.
She heard his zipper release, then she felt it. His burning hot cockhead brushing against her.
“Oh, baby, you are so wet and warm.” He eased forward, his thickness pushing inside her.
He was halfway in and moving deeper when she squeezed him, to his groan of approval. When he was all the way inside, he leaned over her, his torso resting against hers on the desk. He drew in a deep breath. The feel of his big cock deep inside her stirred her need.
“Oh, fuck, I’m rushing this.” His lips nuzzled her neck, then
he stood again and his cock slid away, leaving her empty.”
“Turn around and lean against the desk.”
She followed his command and he stared at her blouse. He unfastened the rest of the buttons, then tugged the blouse free from the waistband of her skirt. Her skin tingled as his finger glided over the swell of her breast. He tucked his finger under the lace and teased her nipple.
He pushed the lace down and his gaze locked on her taut nub.
“Undo you bra.”
She started to slip the blouse from her shoulders, but he stopped her.
“Leave it on.”
She reached around and unfastened her bra. He pushed down the cups, revealing her naked breasts. She was disheveled, her skirt around her waist, her blouse open and her bra pushed aside. From the light in his eyes, he liked that. Maybe it made it more illicit.
“Touch my cock.”
She gazed down at the thick erection spearing from his pants. She wrapped her hand around the hard, thick shaft.
She started to sink down. “Do you want me to—?”
But he gripped her arms, stopping her. “No. Just stroke it.”
She glided her hand along his length. He twitched in her grip.
He grabbed his cell phone and tapped in a few characters, then dropped it on the desk.
Get in here, the text on the screen said.
She continued to stroke him as his hands glided over her breasts, his thumbs teasing her aching nipples.
A moment later, the door opened.
“Oh, fuck. Excuse me.” It was Mr. Sayed and he backed out the door again.
“Gabe, get in here.”
Mr. Sayed stepped inside, closing the door behind him.
“Why did you call me over?”
“Sylvia’s here to…” Mr. Connor groaned as she squeezed his hard cock. “Ah… to be our sex slave. Both of us, man, so get over here.”
Mr. Connor grasped her wrist and drew her hand from his member, then turned her around. A moment ago, Mr. Sayed would have seen enough to know her ass was bare, but wouldn’t have seen much. Now he had a full, wide-eyed view of her naked breasts and her exposed pussy.
“Fuck, this is unbelievable,” Mr. Sayed said.
“Get your cock out and let her suck it.”
She watched as the man unzipped his pants, then drew out a narrow but long cock, already swollen with need. He walked toward her and she licked her lips.
Mr. Connor pressed her down on the desk. The cold wood against her breasts made her nipples ache. She reached for Mr. Sayed, who was close enough now. He groaned as her fingers wrapped around him. He moved closer still, until his cockhead brushed her lips. She opened and swallowed his corona.
“Syliva, suck his cock until he’s hard. Near bursting even. But don’t make him come.”
“No?” Mr. Sayed asked in confusion.
“No, I have something better in mind.”
Mr. Sayed surged forward, pushing his cock deep into her throat. Then he drew back. She squeezed him with her lips. She ran her tongue in a spiral over his cockhead, teasing. Salty precum dribbled into her mouth and she sucked. He groaned, then surged forward again.
He filled her several times, forward and back, and she could tell he was getting close. When he drew back again, she pulled her mouth free, to his groan.
“Fuck, man. What’s better than being in a willing woman’s mouth?” he lamented.
“What about in her ass?”
Mr. Sayed’s eyes lit up. “Really?”
“That’s all right, isn’t it, Sylvia?”
“Yes, of course, Mr. Connor.” She gazed up at Mr. Sayed. “I would love you to fuck me in the ass with your hard cock, Mr. Sayed.”
“Ah, God damn. I’ve definitely died and gone to heaven.”
Mr. Connor chuckled, then grasped Sylvia’s shoulders and drew her to her feet. Then he guided her around the desk and leaned her forward against a credenza. Mr. Sayed stepped behind her and she felt his cock brush between her legs.
He pressed his lips to her ear. “I’m going to push inside your cunt now, to get some of that sweet lube inside you.”
The coarse, vulgar word made her feel dirty. And that turned her on even more.
His cock pushed against her then drove inside. His long erection speared into her. Once. Twice. On the third time, he spiraled, taking her breath away at the delightful coil of pleasure.
Then his cockhead pressed against her puckered opening and the pressure began. But he slipped in easily, gliding forward slowly. He was narrower than the other men who’d fucked her from behind lately. After a few moments, he was fully inside, his arms around her waist holding her tight to him.
“Does that feel good?” Mr. Connor murmured against her ear.
She nodded, barely able to catch her breath.
“Have you ever had two men inside you?” Mr. Connor asked.
She nodded again.
“Fuck, both of us?” Mr. Sayed asked.
Mr. Connor chuckled again. He leaned back against the credenza beside her, then eased her toward him. Mr. Sayed moved with her, his long cock staying in her back canal, but shifting at their motion, sending tremors of pleasure through her. Mr. Connor drew her legs open around his thighs, then his cockhead pushed against her folds. He entered her in one slick stroke.
“Ohhhh.” She leaned against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder.
Both men were fully dressed, she realized as the soft wool of his suit jacket lapel tickled her ear. And she was still fully clothed, too, but her garments were askew and nothing was hidden.
“Now fuck her,” Mr. Connor said.
Mr. Sayed started to glide in and out, as did Mr. Connor. Both cocks filled her full to bursting and she moaned at the exquisite friction of their shafts moving in and out of her. She clung to Mr. Connor’s lapels, as exquisite pleasure swelled inside her.
Mr. Sayed’s cock stroked her tight back canal, driving her wild. Mr. Connor’s thrusts sent shimmering need through her. The delight built to a heady level, bringing her closer and closer to release.
“You’re getting close,” Mr. Connor whispered in her ear.
She nodded.
“I want you to come, baby,” Mr. Connor murmured. “And when you do, say my name. Sean.”
“But I’m not supposed to…” She gasped at his sudden, deep thrust, which also drove the cock in her ass deeper.
“Fuck that. I want you to say my name.” He thrust deep again. “Say it now.”
“Sean.” The world wobbled around her as the two cocks drove into her.
“And again,” he murmured, then nuzzled her neck.
“Sean.”
Mr. Sayed’s hands cupped her breasts and she dropped her head onto his shoulder. The cocks drove deep.
“And I’m Gabe.” Mr. Sayed’s breath brushed her ear.
“Gabe,” she murmured.
“Say my name again,” Mr. Connor insisted.
“Sean,” she said as she felt the pleasure rising. As it kept on rising, she kept repeating his name. A mantra. A guide to the place she wanted to go. Over the top and beyond.
“Oh, fuck, baby. I’m going to come in you so hard.” Sean drove harder, and Gabe’s cock surged deep, too. She began to moan.
“Are you coming, baby?” Sean asked.
She nodded.
“Tell me who’s making you come.”
“Gabe and…” she sucked in a breath as they both drove deep. “And Sean.” Pleasure spiked within her and she grasped his shoulder. “Oh, God, I’m coming. You’re making me… Ohhhh…” Then she wailed Sean’s name, loud and long.
Explosions of delight burst inside her… hot liquid erupting deep… catapulting her to ecstatic heights. She wailed and rode the wave of bliss, her entire body shuddering.
Finally, she collapsed between the two men, their bodies sandwiching her tight the only thing keeping her on her feet.
“What the hell is going on here?”
Mr. King’s voice from the doorway startled her and she glanced at him. Oh, God, he couldn’t be angry because she was having sex with the two men. He’d made it clear that’s what he wanted her to do.
Then she remembered saying the two men’s first names. In fact, she’d wailed Sean’s name at the height of orgasm.
Mr. King did not look happy.
“Fuck, Erik, I thought this was okay with you,” Mr. Connor said as his drew his cock from her tender passage.
Mr. Sayed also pulled away, then zipped up.
“You can fuck her all you want. Sylvia knows why I’m upset.”
She gazed at Mr. Connor, biting her lip, then she turned to Mr. King.
“I called you by your first names,” she said.
“Called?” Mr. King said. “You’re lucky the executive offices are away from the staff or everyone would have heard you screaming his name.”
“Erik, look, that was my fault.”
She thought it was sweet that Mr. Connor rushed to her defense.
“I insisted.” Mr. Connor said. “She has to follow our orders, right?”
“She follows my orders above all others.”
Mr. King unfastened his belt and pulled it from his belt loops, then doubled it over. He narrowed his eyes at her disheveled clothing.
“Take off those clothes, Sylvia.”
She shed them immediately. Now she stood naked in the middle of the room.
“Now bend over the desk.”
She walked to the desk and bent over, conscious that her slick slit, oozing with Mr. King’s partners’ come, was fully exposed.
Mr. King walked purposefully toward her. The other two men watched from the sidelines, clearly uncertain.
Then the belt connected with her ass. Her flesh burned. Then his fingertips danced over it. Then the belt connected again, to her gasp.
“Erik, I don’t think—”
He raised his hand and Mr. Sayed stopped talking.
The belt slashed against her skin again.
“Sylvia, you know you need to be punished, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir,” she said through gritted teeth, the pain making her eyes water.
His fingers stroked over her wet folds and she let the tears fall at the pleasure.
