Intrigued Out of the Office

by Nicole Edwards

  I swallowed another moan, remembering there were people watching.

  A smack landed on my ass and I shrieked from the instant sting.

  “We want to hear you,” Sir growled. “I want the whole building to know what you’re feeling. Understand?”

  “Yes, Sir,” I said on a breathless moan.

  The feathers continued to tease for what felt like forever, and I found myself drifting on that same sensual haze I’d felt when Master had flogged me. It was a feeling I remembered well, a state of bliss I found myself looking forward to. It allowed all thought to dissipate, leaving me suspended between time and space.

  When something sharp touched my chest, I jerked, instantly pulled back to reality.

  “Don’t move,” both men said firmly.

  I swallowed hard, my mind once again focused on the sensations. The soft stroke of the feather, the heat on my clit, the icy chill on my nipples, and now the pinprick on my chest. It was the same feeling as when they’d teased me on the island. I had no idea what it was.

  I cried out when something touched my back. It was sharp, too.

  “Color?”

  “Green.”

  The feathers began moving and the pinpricks slowly rolled down my body. I couldn’t focus on one over the other because they moved at the same time. One feather slid up the insides of my thighs, the other over my mound while the slight sting on my chest and back gradually progressed downward.

  Everything started to morph into one and I found myself floating again, unable to focus on just one sensation at a time. My clit throbbed from the heat, my breasts were severely sensitive, and my arousal spiked. When the pinpricks moved to my legs, I trembled as a wave of heat traveled through me. Electricity sparked in my core and I realized I was going to come.

  “Oh, God,” I moaned, giving myself over to the sensation. The pinpricks trailed down my legs, the front of my right leg, the back of my left, while the feathers teased my chest and back. My heart rate spiked as the electricity inside me grew stronger.

  It was then that I noticed the music, the bass pulsing in the air around me. It was industrial, sexy, and it caused everything to coalesce, transforming as my adrenaline spiked, my body no longer my own. I was soaring, my brain fuzzy, my body warm from the sensations, my insides trembling as electrical sparks ignited in my core.

  I didn’t want to come, didn’t want the people watching to see me orgasm. I preferred to save the climax for when Sir and I were alone.

  I cried out, unable to hold back as my insides tightened, the pleasure so great it bordered on pain.

  “Tell me when you come,” Sir said, his voice coming from somewhere in front of me. “I want to hear you scream, sweet girl.”

  I whimpered, trying to hold on, desperate to hold back. But it was too much, overwhelming with its power. It was a sensation unlike anything I’d ever felt, overtaking my mind, leaving me gasping and panting, both anxious and dreading what was going to happen. I began panting in earnest, trying to hold back as my body trembled from head to toe.

  As the various sensations moved upward, returning to my chest and back, I knew I couldn’t hold on much longer. I felt warm breath on my shoulders and I could hear Sir and Master breathing. The feathers never stopped their relentless teasing, nor did the little nips of pain from the points rolling over my skin.

  Warm lips caressed my shoulders on both sides of my head, then trailed to the junctures where my neck met my shoulders. I panted, my chest heaving as my clit pulsed and my pussy clenched.

  And then it happened.

  Teeth bit into me on each side, a sharp, delicious sting, detonating my orgasm as I screamed out, pleasure slamming through every inch of my being, drowning out everything else.

  My entire world centered on the climax that stole my breath.

  Thirty

  AT SOME POINT, MY MIND must’ve drifted. That or I passed out, because I came to in Sir’s arms, wrapped in a blanket. I forced my eyes open, trying to put all the puzzle pieces back together. We appeared to be in a small room with windows facing the play area. I could see the section we’d been in, noticed Master doing something.

  Sir was brushing his hand down my hair. I peered up into his eyes. Although his face was expressionless, I could see a smile in the hazel depths.

  “Welcome back, sweetness.”

  I took stock of myself, noticing that my nipples were no longer chilled and the heat between my legs was gone. Although I shivered, I wasn’t cold. I was weak, tired, but felt an overwhelming sense of calm.

  “I have to say, watching you come was a treat for many people.”

  Heat infused my face as embarrassment drove out every other feeling. I had come in front of all those strangers. On the island it had been slightly different because I felt I knew the people who’d been there. Most of them, anyway.

  God, I could only hope that Trent Ramsey hadn’t been there to witness it. Talk about embarrassing.

  “You were beautiful, pet,” Sir praised.

  His words shifted something inside me. He sounded pleased, as though simply allowing him to make me come gave him great pride. Surprisingly, I wasn’t bothered by it as much as I thought I would be. Instead, a new feeling infused me. A sense of peace.

  Master appeared, holding a bottle of water.

  “I got everything cleaned,” he told Sir as he peered down at me. He smiled and the sight warmed the remaining cold places inside. “Glad to see you made it back to us.”

  To us.

  His words had a strong emotion building in my chest. It was strange but not unwelcome. I found that being with both of them gave me a pleasure I’d never experienced before them. Although I had enjoyed being with both of them separately, I’d never felt anything as good as being with them at the same time.

  I sat up on Sir’s lap, curling close to him as I buried my face in his neck. “Thank you, Sir,” I whispered softly.

  “My pleasure, pet.”

  The bottle of water appeared before me and I was ordered to drink. I took a few sips as my limbs gained more strength. When I tried to get up, Sir merely pulled me back to him.

  “A few more minutes, then we’ll go.”

  I studied his face. “We’re leaving?”

  “Don’t want to overload your circuits on your first night.”

  I smiled to myself. They’d already done that, but I figured he already knew, so I focused on my surroundings, my strength returning quickly.

  “If you’re finished with me…” Master said, speaking to Sir.

  “For now,” Sir told him. “Are you coming back to the house tonight?”

  Master shook his head. “I’m staying at the apartment.”

  I made sure not to move, not wanting them to see my disappointment. For a brief moment, I had hoped that Master would come back to the house with us. The thought of spending the night with both of them almost made me giddy.

  “Okay,” Sir replied, his tone not hinting at what he thought about that. “I’m gonna take her home shortly.”

  Master’s hand trailed over my cheek and I turned my attention to him. He was watching me closely, a wealth of emotion whirling in his hazel eyes.

  “Thank you, little one.” His lips lowered to mine briefly.

  I wasn’t sure what he was thanking me for, but I smiled. “Thank you, Master.”

  With my arms around Sir, I watched as Master walked away, coming to a halt almost immediately when a woman moved into his path. She instantly dropped to her knees and bowed at his feet.

  “Master Moore, it would be my pleasure to serve you.”

  I could actually feel the ache in my chest as I watched another submissive present herself to Master. I knew I didn’t have any claim on him, but the thought of him taking his pleasure from her made my stomach knot.

  A strong hand circled my arm and I realized I’d gripped Sir tightly. He soothed me by brushing his hand down my arm, his eyes focused on my face. I couldn’t look away as Master instructed the woma
n to get to her feet before he led her toward the stairs. When they disappeared from sight, I choked back a sob.

  I didn’t have the right to be upset. Not to mention, I was with Sir and I wanted him with a passion that rivaled all. Had that submissive presented herself to Sir, I would’ve felt the same pain that I felt now.

  Knowing he had sensed my discomfort, I looked at Sir, meeting and holding his gaze. I wanted him to see the true extent of my feelings for him. Like Master, I knew Sir didn’t want me for himself. I had learned that based on his response to me that morning at his house. Sure, they wanted to play and to enjoy whatever pleasure they could take from me, but they didn’t want me. Not the way that I wanted to be wanted.

  It hurt to acknowledge, so I forced the thoughts away, grabbing the water bottle and chugging half of it down.

  When I moved to get up, Sir didn’t stop me this time. He got to his feet and pointed at my clothes, which were sitting on the floor beside us.

  “Get dressed.”

  His words were clipped and I knew I had hurt him. Then again, they had hurt me and I couldn’t bring myself to feel sorry for him. Or for myself. I’d gone into this with my eyes wide open and it wasn’t fair for me to want something they weren’t willing to give.

  Didn’t mean my heart wasn’t breaking.

  •

  The rest of the weekend was uneventful.

  I spent Sunday at Sir’s. While he worked out in his gym, I meditated in the bedroom. And when he came to take a shower, he instructed that I spend at least thirty minutes walking on the treadmill. I did as he requested, then made lunch. We ate in silence, neither of us having anything to say.

  That afternoon, he said he had some errands to run and left me alone. I continued reading the manuscript Master had given me a while back and lost track of time. Admittedly, I felt slightly better, getting lost in fiction, despite the fact that I was trying to figure out which scenes the author was worried about, then trying to visualize myself in those scenes, acting them out. I wasn’t sure Master still intended to do that, considering all that had changed between us, but I felt the need to fulfill his wish anyway, in the event he asked me to.

  It was dark when Sir returned. I then made us dinner, cleaned the dishes, then went to bed with him. Surprisingly, he didn’t make love to me, nor did he tease me in any way. It seemed I’d hurt him with my reactions on Saturday night. Since I felt betrayed by Master, I couldn’t even bring myself to care.

  This morning had gone off without a hitch, though, and I was sitting at my desk when a reminder popped up on my computer screen. It was time for the Monday meeting, so I got to my feet and wandered down the hall. I got the coffee started, then took a seat and waited for my bosses to join me. I had a notepad and pen at the ready, wanting to at least show them I was ready to work.

  When Ben arrived, he smiled at me, but it didn’t last long. His eyes scanned me quickly before he headed to the coffeepot. Justin wasn’t far behind him and I got the same reaction from him. I wasn’t sure what they saw when they looked at me, but whatever it was obviously concerned them.

  Landon and Langston arrived at the same time and I couldn’t help admiring the two of them as they strolled in. I didn’t want to admire them, but it happened anyway. I was still angry, still hurt by what Langston had done. And no, I was no longer thinking of him as Master. As far as I was concerned, he no longer deserved the title. He had abandoned me for another woman.

  They were talking, their voices hushed as they went to the coffeepot. Neither man acknowledged me and the pain in my chest intensified.

  Apparently I wasn’t the only one who was angry.

  I had fucked up by reacting the way that I had and I was being punished for it. Rather than feel guilty, I wanted to lash out. A sense of defiance consumed me, and for the first time, I understood how that bratty sub had felt. The need to get their attention was great.

  When everyone was seated, Sir cleared his throat and locked eyes with me when I looked his way. I knew I appeared aloof because I was. I was angry and hurt because he hadn’t bothered to talk to me, to share how he felt. Not that I had asked.

  He pointed at the floor beside him and said, “Kneel at my feet.”

  I was tempted to tell him no, but my underlying need to submit was too great. I placed my notepad down on the table, then moved over to the spot he had directed me to. I knelt beside him, facing the others, a physical act of defiance.

  “Face me,” he barked.

  I snapped around to face him, noticing the anger etched on his features. It shocked me. I’d never seen Sir upset. He was always so passive, sometimes a little tense, but never angry.

  “It seems you’re confused about who you belong to.” His words were spoken with disdain, and I could tell he was at his tipping point.

  My eyes widened at the harsh tone of his voice. I shook my head. “I’m not confused.” Pissed, yes. Confused, no.

  “No?” His skepticism was like a blade to my heart.

  “I belong to you…Sir.”

  “You have a funny way of showing it.”

  All the insolence and rebelliousness drained from me. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do. Aside from telling me to kneel at his feet just now, Sir hadn’t instructed me to do anything, so I wasn’t sure what he wanted or how I could possibly make this right.

  Knowing he was waiting for some sort of response, I did my best to explain. “I’ve done everything you’ve asked, Sir.” Which was nothing at all. I kept that part to myself though.

  “Is that what you expect? For me to direct your every move?” A deep groove marred his forehead as though he couldn’t fathom the notion of him giving me direction.

  I shrugged, suddenly feeling as though that wasn’t the right answer. “I thought that was what you wanted.”

  His lips thinned and I could tell he was growing more frustrated with every passing second. I racked my brain, trying to figure out what I’d done wrong aside from the other night at the club when I’d gotten upset that Master left with another sub.

  “Langston, please inform Luci what happened Saturday night at the club with that submissive.”

  I didn’t look away from Sir, even when Langston spoke.

  His tone was flat as he explained. “I escorted her to the submissive holding area, then informed Master Ramsey of her infraction. When she dropped to her knees, she broke protocol. I hadn’t approached her, nor had I shown any interest in what she had to offer.”

  My gaze snapped over to his.

  “She was suitably punished for her misconduct. I did not touch her.”

  I looked back at Sir. I could see his disappointment, which made me feel lower than low.

  Sir didn’t say anything and I felt all eyes on us, but I didn’t look away. My heart pounded against my ribs and my chest felt as though it would explode from the pressure. I watched him breathe in and out, taking long, deep breaths. He was obviously keeping his emotions reined in, holding on to his control.

  When he finally spoke, his tone was harsher than I’d ever heard it. “In this role, as my submissive, your objective is to please me. No one but me. A D/s relationship isn’t… You know what, I can’t explain this to you right now. I need you to go to my office, strip, and kneel beside my desk. Do not move until I come for you.”

  “Yes, Sir,” I whispered, my voice rough with emotion as I stumbled to my feet.

  “I want you to think about these past two days, Luci. I expect you to explain to me why I’m disappointed.”

  I choked on a sob as I nodded, my heart breaking at the thought of upsetting him. Without another word, I ran from the room, heading straight for his office. I quickly stripped off my clothes and knelt beside his desk, tears streaming from my eyes as I tried to figure out what he had expected from me and what I hadn’t given in return.

  Since the moment we left the office on Friday night, I had done everything he asked of me. I cooked, I cleaned, I let him tease me, fuck me. We went to the club and
I allowed him to put me on display and torture me until I orgasmed. I’d done every single thing he asked. On Sunday, I did my best to stay out of his way, waiting until he told me what he needed from me.

  And then it hit me.

  My chest expanded and a sob nearly ripped me open.

  I had abandoned Sir by only being physically available to him. I hadn’t anticipated his needs, I hadn’t tried to take care of him, I had merely followed instructions as though that was my one and only duty. I recalled plenty of things that I’d read, conversations I’d witnessed in the online groups. Submission wasn’t about becoming a doormat.

  I had offered him my trust and my submission, but since he’d taken me as his submissive, it was my responsibility to take care of him in return. Not only physically but emotionally.

  While I sat there, I allowed the tears to stream down my face. I didn’t even try to wipe them away. My thoughts drifted back to Saturday night after our scene at the club. Sir had taken care of me and then he had witnessed my disappointment when Master left with another submissive. At that point, I had abandoned him. I hadn’t told him how I felt about him, about what he’d given me.

  I felt lower than low and I fully expected, if and when Sir returned, he would release me as his submissive.

  And that was the moment my heart truly broke. Right in two.

  Thirty-One

  BOSS MEETING

  ——————————————————

  Landon

  “WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?” JUSTIN growled when Luci ran from the room.

  It was a fair question. One I didn’t care to answer, but fair, nonetheless.

  “She misunderstood something that took place on Saturday night,” Langston explained.

  “Well, obviously.” Justin glared at me. “So, why didn’t you set her straight? Talk it out?”

  Another good question.

  “I think this is something they need to work out between them,” Langston offered. “It was a misunderstanding. Now that she understands, I’m sure it will blow over.”