Hers

by Dawn Robertson

  My corset falls to the floor alongside the barely there skirt. Before I can remove any of my lace lingerie, Master Vince stops me, eyes blazing over my body.

  “Well, well, well. Mistress Marilyn. I have heard tale of your erotic lingerie, but it could have never prepared me for this beautiful sight. Leave it all on, except for the bra. Lose that.” His hand grazes my back, and I feel the clasp of my bra unsnap. I slide it down my body, letting it join the rest of my clothing on the floor. Completely distracted by Vince, I hadn't noticed Levi kneeling in front of me on the floor, completely naked. Damn, I will never get enough of his body.

  “Kneel alongside of him, Mistress Marilyn. Show your respect.”

  Without argument, I kneel. Something I had only done once before. The inferior feeling it leaves me with is a turn off. I crave dominance and power; it runs through my veins like a lifeline. Can I honestly go through with this?

  “Good girl, Mistress Marilyn. I know how hard that is for you. In reward, I will let you pick the first move with the sub.”

  He surprises me. I stand, circling Levi until his face is level with my aching pussy.

  “Stand up, Levi. Sit on the bed and wait there for me.”

  I turn to Vince, before questioning him, “Am I to call the shots with you, too, or only Levi?”

  Lust flashes in Vince's eyes as he replies, “Both of us, Mistress Marilyn. Tonight is your night.” I’d be lying if I said I wasn't taken aback. Of all the years at this club, I had never once heard tale of Vince allowing anyone other than himself control. It’s an exhilarating feeling.

  Relief floods through my body as desire pools at my core. If the tables had just turned in my favor, I can certainly have fun with this. My stomach clenches as it completes nervous somersaults. Completely out of character for me in every way imaginable. I can’t help but ask myself if this reaction would be brewing if Levi wasn't in the room. If this was just a random fuck with two men I didn't know.

  “In that case, you on the bed, too, Vince. But lose the pants first. While I like to see you in that tight leather, I have been eying that bulge all night.” I run my tongue over my bottom lip, and smile in his direction, completely ignoring the naked Levi lying on the bed, waiting for my next move.

  Vince's pants meet the floor, and he is perfectly naked. God Bless America, look at that gorgeous uncut cock. While his dick is impressive in a delicious way, it has nothing on Levi's. The more I argue internally over who has a better dick, the more I pick up on their differences. While Levi’s is long and thick and cut, Vince’s is long and much less impressive in the girth department. This isn't a game, Seven. “I'll take, ‘Who has the better cock for $600, Alex.’” Fuck!

  I pick up a box of condoms from the bench next to the door, along with a bottle of lube. In nothing but the barely there lacy lingerie, I make my way to the bed. I hand each waiting man a condom before beginning my instructions for the first encounter of the night.

  “Roll 'em on, boys.” My nipples stand at attention as I watch both men work the latex down their impressive lengths. One leg at a time, I crawl onto the sprawling round bed, making my way to Levi. “Lube is for you, Vince.”

  I move up the bed, straddling Levi's legs and watching his dick jump.

  “Down boy.” I pinch his nipple between my nails while I lower my mouth to trace the curves of his sculpted abs. Absolutely delicious. With every swipe of my tongue, I feel his hard length pressing against my stomach as I continue working my mouth up his body. Behind me, I hear Vince opening the lube.

  “Patience, Vince,” I snap, not even turning back to acknowledge him. Big mistake. A loud slap rings through the heavy air in the blue room; his strong hand comes in contact with my naked ass in a fit of rage. I’d be lying if I said it didn't excite the shit out of me.

  I let out a purr as I eye the delicious man over my shoulder. “Mmmmm, looks like Master knows I like it rough.”

  Without missing a beat, Vince lands another blow on my ass, this time striking my bare cunt with his vast hand. I yelp with pleasure. Desperate to climb toward my climax, I crawl further up Levi's hard body, and take his lips. I playfully tug on his plump bottom lip before sucking it between my teeth. A grunt drifts out of his mouth; he loves every minute. His eyes lock on mine, echoing the call for need deep within my own dark eyes.

  “Put it in me, Levi.” My voice rolls through the room with grace, not letting on how needy and desperate I am for his cock to fill me.

  His hand fists his impressive length, rubbing it slowly across my slick entrance. Back and forth, rubbing my clit, before sliding the head of his cock in between my warm, welcoming folds. Like a cat in heat, I slam my hips down, taking all of his cock in one liquid movement. He fills me up so good, like he was custom built for my cunt. I rock back and forth as I feel him bottoming out inside me. He grunts with every thrust, echoing an appreciation for my pussy.

  My tits bounce up and down as I ride Levi, like my life depends on it. I throw back my head in ecstasy as the tip of his dick meets my g-spot, over and over again. I completely forget about Vince until I feel his slick member pressing against the crack of my ass. If I thought I was having fun before, this is about to go off the charts. I reluctantly slow my pace with Levi, and raise my butt in the air, giving Vince perfect access to my puckered hole. My eyes lock with Levi as I feel the cool jelly squirt onto my backdoor. I inhale sharply, never breaking my stare as I feel Vince slowly push his length in. Inch-by-inch, my body tenses. Levi can read my expression and begins to lavish my mouth with lustful yet comforting kisses. His distraction works, and when Vince is all the way in, I break my mouth away from his, panting with need.

  “This is even better than I expected, Mistress Marilyn.” Vince's words send a chill down my spine as he begins to pump in and out of my ass. Levi soon begins to match each thrust. And there you have it folks - a fucking Seven sandwich. As the men each have their way with my body, I feel like I am being sent straight up to Heaven. Each thrust into my body rings through my soul. My womb clenches as I feel my orgasm starting to brew.

  Hands clasp around my neck from behind. Vince is close to getting off. He chokes me while he slams into my ass with sure strokes.

  “Yeah, that's right. Such a tight little ass. Fuck, you feel good.” His words inch me closer to my climax, and when Levi takes my puckered nipple into his mouth, I explode. My body shakes violently as the two men struggle to keep me upright while they join me in climax.

  Vince is first. His pace quickens as he slams frantically into me. His balls slap my ass as he grunts into my ear with a “oh, fuck, yeah!” His hand comes crashing down on my ass once more as he rides his orgasm.

  Levi thrusts up, and I move my hips to meet each of his frantic movements. He groans quietly, and holds his breath while he lets go. His thick cock pulses inside my tight pussy and I can feel him emptying into the waiting latex shield. “Fuck,” I groan as I fall helplessly against his chest. Vince slowly pulls out, disposing of his used condom, while I lay sated and helpless in the strong arms of the one man I want to drive far, far away from me.

  A loud knock on the door startles all of us, pulling me from my orgasm-induced coma. “Just a minute,” Vince bellows, covering Levi and me up with the navy blue bed sheet, and sliding his tight leather pants back on.

  He cracks the door and is met by a club employee, pulling him out to handle an unruly guest. Something that happens more often than any of us would like to admit. Before he leaves, his green eyes rake their gaze over mine as he speaks.

  “Thank you Mistress Marilyn. I really enjoyed myself. I would love to do it again.” Like that, he is gone, closing and locking the door behind him. Leaving me naked and alone with Levi, as I realize his dick is still firmly planted inside me, and ready to go for round two.

  “We can't do this.” I drag my tired body off of him, and he looks at me confused.

  “What do you mean, Seven?” He’s concerned, maybe upset? I can't read him; fuck, I can't even
read myself right now. All I know is I have to get as far away from him as I can.

  “Listen, I thought tonight wouldn't happen. I thought my need for another man would send you running. I didn't know this all would take place.” I wave my arms around like a lunatic, tugging the sheet with me to find my clothes. I slide my corset back on, and look around the room for my skirt.

  “Seven?” His voice is quiet, meek, broken.

  “What, Levi?” I snap, turning to look at him he is still lying naked in the bed, slipping the used condom off his hard dick.

  “It's just sex.” His words catch me off guard. He shrugs our evening off as ‘just sex?’ Well, it is just sex, but for the first time since I started my parade of men years ago, the words 'just sex' actually hurt. When they aren't supposed to bother me in the least.

  “Yes, Levi. That is all it is. Just sex.” I pause for a moment, re-thinking everything I’d wanted this night to be. “And this was it for us. Club or no club, we won't sleep together again. This was a momentary lapse in judgment on my part, and because of our extremely close professional connection, I just can't risk this happening again. I’m sorry.” I find my skirt and pull it on, following it with the boots I wore. I try and ignore him, but I can feel his gaze on me, as he works to find his own clothes, somewhere within the walls of the sprawling blue room.

  “I guess I will see you Monday morning?” he questions, as I pull my jacket up off the bench next to the door. I shouldn't turn to look at him, but I do anyway. He looks like a wounded animal, and the typical 'I don't give a fuck' attitude that I carry is thrown out the window. I actually feel bad for him; his broken look mirrors the broken pieces of his heart, and I actually care for once.

  “Yes, bright and early; we have a meeting at nine.” Like that, I walk out of the blue room, and head straight for my waiting car.

  Monday

  Sunday, I spent the day sulking around the penthouse. I pulled my laptop out and cleared every last fucking email I had. All six hundred and seventy-three. One-by-one, I read, deleted, or acknowledged every last electronic letter. Then I took a bath, a really long bath, full of bubbles, and some strange homeopathic herb shit my parents got me, insisting I needed it to relax more. I gorged on unhealthy street-cart food from the Halal cart at the corner, and crashed, but not before downing a bottle of white wine, alone. That makes me an alcoholic, huh?

  My car pulls up to the curb, outside the Alexander Mobile building, and I let out a sigh before exiting the safety of my uncomplicated car and heading back into the best and worst fucking business deal I’ve ever made. This morning, Olivia will be joining me, finally.

  I brush down my black pencil skirt, while I make sure the aqua blouse is still neatly tucked in. My black Manolo heels echo through the prodigious lobby as I wave to the security guys, and catch the available elevator before the doors close.

  Over the weekend, Olivia had my interior designer in to overhaul the outdated office. Mr. Stern was officially gone, so they politely packed up all he’d left behind, which will be removed before the close of the day. The elevator doors open to my floor, and I make a beeline for my office. I have half an hour to catch up, and to ensure Olivia is comfortable, before I have to deal with my Monday morning board meeting.

  As I round the corner, I spot Olivia sitting at her desk, flanked by a balding asshole, flirting with her. None other than Daniel Alexander, of course. Just goes to show the kind of creep he apparently still is.

  “Good morning, Olivia.” I whisk past, completely ignoring Daniel, and slam my office door closed.

  My anger can't hold long, because the office is everything I always wanted. Mikal completely knocked this impromptu project out of the park. The slim white desk sits center on the far glass wall, looking out over the city. The colors mesh perfectly. Feminine without looking like Victoria’s Secret vomited all over the modest space. The carpet is black, the accent chairs are a classy, vintage shade of turquoise, and by God, the couch looks comfortable enough to sleep on. Which I will probably be doing often enough.

  A note sits on the desk, with a single pink daisy.

  Seven,

  I hope you enjoy the office. I had fun with this project, despite your usual, unreasonable time-frame. Always a pleasure.

  Mikal

  “Damn, if that man wasn't gay, I would marry him,” I mumble under my breath.

  My intercom buzzes and Olivia giggles on the other end, not realizing the intercom has connected yet. “Miss James?” she asks hesitantly through the line, clearly sensing I was pissed off when I bound into the office a few moments ago.

  “Yes, Livie?”

  “You have an urgent message. Can I bring it in?” Urgent? Great. All I need!

  “Yes, Livie,” I say and kill the intercom. I set up my laptop while I wait for her to make her way in. The door opens, and she stands on the threshold. “Come in; who is the message from?”

  She starts to read the notice, making her way across the room to hand it to me. “It is a message from the London manufacturing office. There is a problem with Alexander Mobile production.” The last fucking words I want to hear. Ever. She hands the note over with the full details of the problem. I eye it, while she fidgets with her chin length blonde hair, brushing it down with her hands, before doing the same to her cream-colored business suit.

  “Okay, I need travel set up. Book accommodations for two. I’ll get back to you in an hour as to what board member is coming with me. I want the Empire Suite at the Cafe Royal hotel in London. If it is unavailable, I’ll settle for the Club Suite.”

  I pick up the phone, dialing the president of operations in London as Livie exits quickly to prepare my arrangements. Damn it all to Hell. I don't want to go anywhere, especially with any of the fucking board members.

  “I can't travel, doctor’s orders,” one of the older gentlemen says, excusing himself from the travel obligations.

  “I have a three day vacation booked,” Daniel jumps in thankfully, because the idea of traveling anywhere with him, especially overseas, has my blood absolutely boiling. What a fucking sleaze-ball. Drooling all over poor Livie, and she’s eating it up. Note to self - have a talk with her about Daniel, or fire her. Either way, both may be a little fun.

  “I'll do it.”

  The voice sends a shock through my system, and I look up to meet Levi's gaze. His hair is styled perfectly, a grey custom suit adheres to all the right places on his body, and I can't help but ogle him across the table. Without showing my nerves, I try to speak above the side conversations around the table.

  “No one else?” I scan everyone's faces; they all look like they just dodged a bullet.

  “If that is settled, I have someplace to be.” Daniel stands to walk from the table. I still have a laundry list of shit I need the board to discuss, but no one seems interested at all.

  “Ah, he who cares so little about the company that bears his name.”

  The conference room falls silent; all the men stare at me with shock. Clearly, Daniel walks around here like he is untouchable, but that will come to an end, now.

  “What did you say?” He turns around mere inches from my face, questioning me like I have to answer to him. Wrong.

  “I said, Mr. Alexander, for someone who actually bears the name of this company, you surely show little interest in its well-being and business. But I don't believe I stuttered.”

  Still silent, the men watch as I enter into a pissing match; I am sure to win.

  “I have an appointment.” He is short, to the point, but I can see he’s pissed. His face clearly shows frown lines as his mouth sets into a straight line, his brows furrow, and as he turns to leave he lets out a fucking huff. Did he just fucking huff at me?

  He turns to walk from the room, but I have the last word. “Hey Daniel, next time you miss a board meeting for an ‘appointment,’ you can pack up your office, and get the fuck out.”

  A couple men smile, Levi included. Others are sizing me up. I’m pissed.
Like most men in the corporate world, they think they can walk all over me, and that just won't be happening.

  “Let me get one thing straight before we continue with the mountain of business before us. I will not be disrespected, talked down to, or trampled in my boardroom.” My voice elevates as I continue my tirade. “I am not your wife, or your side piece of ass. I am your boss. If you do not like what I have to say, or the way I do business, please, get up and get the fuck out now. It will save me the trouble of firing your ass down the line.” I slam my fist on the table, “If you haven't heard about the way I do business yet, I suggest you all start asking around.”

  No one says a word. They stare. Levi sits in his chair with a smug grin on his face, soaking it all in.

  “Now, shall we continue?”

  Behind the safe walls of my office, I curse this entire trip to London. Of fucking course Levi would have so eagerly volunteered himself for the trip. Of. Fucking. Course.

  My phone vibrates across my desk as I continue running over files I just received from London. I can't believe what a mess their branch of the company has become. Had I known this before the buyout, I would have never fucking bought this headache. Revenge or not, it’s not fucking worth it.

  Looking down at the display on my phone, I see an unfamiliar number, so I ignore it.

  “Olivia,” I buzz through the intercom. Her reply is quick.

  “I need lunch, now. Um, get me chicken tacos from Chipotle. Sour Cream, cheese... the usual. With a Dr. Pepper.” I cut the line before she has an opportunity to reply. I know I shouldn't take my frustrations out on her, but after watching her all gooey in Daniel's radar this morning, something bitter has snapped in me. Shit, that was even before the nightmare business trip I am being forced into.