by Ada Frost
“He isn’t paying any attention,” I murmured. “How would he know? And what rules?”
But Sam never answered my question. He nuzzled at my neck. His hand slowly glided up my thigh to cup me, brushing his finger against the wetness of my knickers.
“Abby, I have barely touched you, and you’re this wet for me.” Sam’s deep groan was a sex toy all of its own. However, I was too confused by what had just happened. I pushed at Sam’s hand and scrambled to get off of his lap. He didn’t try and stop me. He held his hands up in surrender as I clambered rather unladylike from his lap. I righted my skirt and top and headed over to Lawson. He lifted his head and stared at me. His usual cold disinterest was palpable.
“What is wrong with you?” My words trailed off as I caught sight of the multiple screens in front of him. All of which were live action shots of the couch.
“You were watching,” I breathed, feeling lightheaded. I moved around the table to his side. On the four screens in front of me was Sam. Who was absentmindedly rubbing at his obvious erection.
“You saw it all?” My cheeks burned. He was silent for so long I didn’t believe he would answer me. Anger and excitement pulsed through me. He’d watched us. He had stood and observed as Sam touched me. His jaw was set in a tense line. Those massive fists were clenched tightly. He was a rigid ball of energy waiting to explode. By God did I want to be the one to spark the explosion.
“Mr Stone.” I didn’t touch him, but the slight shudder in his shoulders had me believing he could feel me. He closed his eyes and released a long sigh.
“Would you like to play a little game?” He opened those dark eyes and set them on me. From that moment I was his. His slave to do as he wished. No man had ever looked at me with such blatant desire.
“What kind of game?” I asked, with a little nervous anticipation.
“Straddle his lap, but face me. Rest your back against him, but I need to see you. Don’t give him your mouth, Miss Warner.”
I stared at him a moment. That wasn’t a game. It was career suicide. I shifted anxiously. I couldn’t allow a film to be out there of me in such a position. I glanced at the screens. As if hearing my inner trepidation, he spoke.
“Miss Warner, trust me.” He slid his hand down my arm and circled my wrist. I gasped at the sensitivity such a small caress could cause. The intensity in his stare reminded me of a hungry lion.
“Let us play,” Sam called over.
“Do you believe me to be a toy, Sam?” I quizzed, still captured by Lawson’s penetrative stare.
“Yes. You’re our new puppet.”
I opened my mouth to refute such a thing. My words came out a startled gasp when Lawson’s hold tightened. His firm chest pressed against mine. The bulge in his trousers prodded insistently against me. Oh, how I had missed that feeling.
“I won’t record the...event. I simply would like to...”
“Watch.”
“Precisely.” His pale cheeks coloured. The dark shadow of growth on his jaw line seemed more pronounced, adding a rougher edge to him.
Lawson’s mouth was so incredibly close to mine I could taste the coffee he had earlier.
“Will...will you join us?” I stammered. My nipples tightened at the thought, but my face reddened at my outlandish proposal. I’d propositioned my boss to join in a threesome. Something I’d never in my life been a part of. Fantasised about yeah, but never participated in.
“I’m a spectator, Miss Warner. I never partake.” He ran his eyes over my body before meeting my gaze. Lawson was such a dangerous man. My pulse spiked and my breath came out in choppy pants. His hand lifted to my chin, cupping it before pressing the pad of his thumb to my bottom lip.
“You are a danger to our plan, Miss Warner,” he rasped. His gaze unblinking as his thumb continued teasing my lip. “Go play,” he urged. I shuddered, wanting his mouth on mine. The desire to inhale and absorb the man before me was intoxicating. He turned my face toward Sam and whispered against my ear, “He’s waiting. Do not give him your mouth, Miss Warner, or there will be consequences.”
In a daze I walked back to Sam. He had his hand firmly gripping his hardened length and held out his other hand to me and pulled me into his lap.
“He is the puppet master; he likes to watch his toys play,” Sam said in a hushed voice against my ear.
“I don’t believe you. I think it’s you who likes to play.” Anger and frustration bubbled inside me, mixed with arousal. I wasn’t sure if it was Lawson’s rejection or Sam’s smug interference. I jerked when Sam’s hand released mine and landed firm and unforgiving against my thigh. I was kneeling with my legs either side of his, the same as before.
“Watch him,” Sam insisted with an edge to his tone.
“Sam.” I gritted through clenched teeth, as his hands slid underneath my skirt finding the heated spot from before.
“Watch him,” he persisted, sinking his teeth into my lobe.
I’d never done anything like this before, and I had to admit I was both terrified and turned on beyond my wildest dreams. I wanted to believe it had everything to do with the fingers trying to work their way into my knickers and nothing to do with Lawson. But my damn conscience was screaming it was everything to do with the man currently staring at a screen.
“Why does he do this?”
“Watch him.”
I focused on the man transfixed by his tablet, frustrated I wasn’t getting any answers. There was little else in the room to him but what was portrayed on that screen.
Me.
Lawson’s hands were now balled into tight fists on the desk, and his shoulders were incredibly tense.
“Let go, Abby. Relax into it.”
I resisted. This was beyond decadent. I didn’t do things this risqué. However, taking in the tall brooding man before me, knowing he had instructed and was watching this was beyond tempting. The broad set of his shoulders, the immaculate quiff and tense jaw was enough to loosen my hold on my reservations. Lawson wanted this. I hesitated a moment and Stone swayed slightly. If I hadn’t been staring mercilessly at him, I wouldn’t have seen it. A slight shift of his hips, nothing more, but then his head lifted, and those dark penetrating eyes peered at me. The tablets forgotten, his attention was mine.
“That’s it. Ease into me.” Sam’s hands slid slowly up my thighs. Exposing me, pulling away the only barrier between the world and my underwear. “Spread your legs a little wider. Show him. Let him see you.”
My sight pinned to Lawson’s, I widened my legs. I loosened my muscles and succumbed to Lawson’s desire. Sam’s fingers worked slowly against my swollen clit. Rubbing, petting, and fucking me. It was Sam working my body, but Lawson was the man creating the fire within me. I was doing it for him. I wanted his control. I wanted to break that facade of coolness.
Sam pulled my knickers to the side and stroked his fingers through my wetness pushing them inside me and circling my clit with his thumb. He rocked his hips against my bottom, the thick ridge of his cock nestled between my butt cheeks.
Lawson’s tongue peaked out to lick his bottom lip before he sucked it into his mouth. His gaze darkened as Sam’s hand worked me to climax.
“Remove her underwear, Samuel.”
Sam huffed a breath against my neck, but did as instructed with finesse. He pulled me back against his chest, spread my legs wider, and pulled my skirt higher so fully exposing me to Lawson. Sam slid his hand inside the V of my shirt cupping my breast. He kissed my neck, sucking and nuzzling the tender skin.
A sliver of guilt clawed its way into my consciousness that I was using Sam. It may have been his hands, his touch, and his mouth that was bringing forth the mother of all orgasms, but it was the forbidden man standing ogling my pussy that was the driving force. I craved his touch.
“Lawson, she needs to see you. Touch yourself for her,” Sam called. His teeth nipped at my shoulder.
“He wouldn’t,” I shot back as Sam lifted his fingers to his mouth and suck
ed my essence from him. I could smell myself on him, and I was feeling incredibly shy suddenly. No man had ever done such a thing with me. Lawson rubbed his hardened length through his trousers.
“I really wish we had time for me to fuck you. My cock is desperate to get inside this sweet cunt,” Sam said seductively against my ear. I shivered and turned my head to look at him. His plump lower lip was so tempting.
“Don’t look at me like that, Abby, a man only has limited control.”
“Kiss me,” I begged. I didn't know why I needed the intimacy of his mouth, but I felt vulnerable and exposed.
Sam’s lips were a whisper away, when long fingers wrapped around my chin and turned my face abruptly toward the towering force of manliness.
Lawson crept forward, his knees between Sam’s legs. The fabric of his trousers brushed against my bare thighs. His grip was unyielding on my chin; his eyes searched mine. He was fighting an internal war whether to touch me. He was intimidating and so incredibly sexy I wanted to bite him — hard. His fist never paused in working his delicious cock, and his hand never released my face. The slickness and soft sounds of his hand moving caused a deep almost painful ache in my pussy. His jerky breaths fanned against my lips. I thrust against Sam’s fingers needing him deeper.
“Miss Warner, there are rules.” Lawson’s smoky voice added to the heat of the moment. His body was crowding me, bending over us.
Needing to taste him, I twisted my hand around his blue silk tie and pulled him to me and I pressed my mouth to his.
This had to be a dream, because in what reality would I find myself snogging one boss and being fingered by the other. Lawson’s hand moved from my chin to my throat, and a shiver of excitement raced through me, but when he put pressure on me to push me away it was doused. His hooded gaze had my core turning to molten heat.
“You’re a naughty girl.” He grinned, with a devilishly wicked curl of those perfect lips. Lawson leaned forward, and I licked my lips in preparation for his mouth. But only gasped in shock when he pressed his mouth to Sam’s. The masculine groans of pleasure had me pulsing around Sam’s fingers and crying out my pleasure. Lawson breathed against Sam’s mouth, panting as his orgasm neared. A smug grin curved the corners of Sam’s sexy mouth.
“Her pussy will feel amazing around our cocks. She squeezes like a vice when she comes. And she tastes so fucking sweet.”
Lawson pressed his forehead against Sam, his body resting against mine. His hand brushing against my thigh with each pump of his cock. I was sandwiched between them. The moment was surreal and almost awakening.
“Show me,” Lawson demanded. Sam slid his fingers from inside me and lifted them to Lawson’s mouth for him to suck them clean. I was utterly astounded. His penetrative stare honed in on me again as he sucked my cum from Sam’s fingers.
“That’s —” I didn’t get to finish before Lawson’s mouth claimed mine in a heated kiss, flavoured with our mingling passion. He stopped fisting his cock, tearing his mouth away and staring into my eyes.
“I want you to kneel. I want you to kneel between his legs, open your shirt, and let Samuel come over those gorgeous tits while I watch.”
I paused a moment, both hating and loving his idea of ordering me around. Sam unbuckled his belt, pushed his trousers down to mid-thigh, and started working his cock. Slowly I unbuttoned my shirt sliding it down my arms before making short work of discarding my bra. I stared at Sam, not quite believing I was doing this. It was so deliciously illicit I wasn’t sure if it was all a dream. I slid from the sofa and knelt before the two men. I wasn’t between Sam’s legs as Lawson instructed. I was situated between them both. Lawson was working his cock much slower; the thick vein pulsed with each stroke of his hand. Sam fisted his cock, working the tip with the palm of his hand, while the other cupped his balls.
Sam glanced over at Lawson. “God, you’re a sick son of a bitch.”
Lawson simply grinned.
“He knows how much I want your mouth on me.”
I moved toward Sam, wanting to taste him but more so because I wanted to tease Lawson. I wanted to test him. Before the tip of my tongue could so much as touch Sam, Lawson’s hand held my chin and tilted my head back.
“I will gag you, Miss Warner, if you can’t behave.” The heat in his stare sent a wave of fire through me. “Can you watch and not touch?” he asked. His gazed pinned on me. I dipped my chin in a slow nod. Mesmerised by his power. His mouth descended on mine in a brutal attack of possession. I whimpered, feeling a flush of heat at my core. Our tongues duelled. I could taste myself on him. Sam groaned long and hard as warm streams of cum hit the side of my face and chest. I was breathless when Lawson pulled back. Small splashes of Sam’s cum peppered his cheek.
Lawson closed his eyes, his hand working furiously at his cock. He wrapped his hand in my hair and guided my head down to him. Willingly, I took his length in my mouth and sucked, humming my arousal at the sound of his guttural moans. It didn’t take long until a loud masculine sound tore from his throat, and he came deep in my throat as I sucked him dry. I released him with a pop and grinned up at him.
Both men rested against the sofa in relaxed post orgasmic relief. Neither had looked sexier than they did now. I knelt before them, loving that I had been the one to cause such euphoria. Sam rolled his head on the back of the sofa to look at Lawson, and in turn he did the same. Both men grinned at one another before Sam leaned forward and captured Lawson’s mouth in a gentle kiss.
After a moment Sam stood, smiled at me, and headed to the bathroom. Lawson bent forward, hooked his hands under my arms, and tugged me onto the sofa. He tucked away his cock in silence.
“The new recruits will be here shortly; I suggest you use the time to clean yourself up.” He got up and headed back over to his workstation.
Hurt and anger battled for recognition, but hurt won. My face heated, and once again Stone had left me feeling used and humiliated. No matter how devilishly handsome he was, no man was worth feeling like crap over.
“Yes, sir,” I uttered as I hastily fastening my shirt. I headed to the far end of the room to another bathroom. There I allowed my emotions to overrule me. There I allowed myself to be weak. But no more. Lawson Stone would not best me.
Jealousy wasn’t the thing causing my body to tighten with tension. I must be coming down with a migraine. I rubbed at my temples, wincing as the pain intensified. My eye started twitching when the pain rolled over my eyes. Definitely a migraine. I slid my hand into my pocket to get my wallet, where I liked to keep a few pain killer tablets, but paused when I felt lace. Then I smothered the groan that wanted to force its way out of my throat at the reminder of Miss Warner in purple lace knickers. Unable to resist, I fingered them a little while longer, remembering how the lace in my hand slid down those creamy thighs, exposing the most perfect pussy.
A soft chuckle ended my fantasising, and my headache came full force when I glanced at Samuel and Miss Warner in the corner of the room. I assumed he was showing her the mini scripts we often used in casting sessions, especially when we were auditioning for couples or groups. It often went a little smoother when there was something for them to work with. When Miss Warner laughed again, Samuel wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to his side. I’d lost control earlier, something I never did.
Women were beautiful, and each one has a unique allure, but I wasn’t powerless against them. I controlled the situation, and I mastered it. When a woman entered my domain, she was my toy, but with Abigail something switched. Samuel knew my kink, and he enjoyed that. He fed my need. Something deep and dark had taken a hold of me when Abigail wanted to give her mouth to Samuel. She’d taken my senses, my power, and turned it on me. I was suddenly fighting to win my own game. I’d kissed Samuel before; it wasn’t like we hadn’t experimented. I’d never had sex with him, but we’d touched during our play. But I’d never forbade him someone before. It started as fulfilling a fantasy, threesomes, watching, taking turns. The
n we realised some women loved watching two men touch one another. We were both about providing pleasure as well as taking our own. Something within me had desperately craved giving Miss Warner everything. Even though a part of me wanted all the pleasure to myself. I didn’t want to share it.
I wasn’t jealous.
The scowl on my face was entirely because of my headache. A short reprieve came when Scarlet entered the room bringing behind her a short brunette. However, my infuriating step-mother added to my annoyance with her insistence to touch me at every available moment. Plus her attire was becoming increasingly provocative. Sometimes leaving things to the imagination worked better than offering the main course before the starter. The brunette was stunning, a little thin. Her tits were on the small side too, but she had the “girl next door” teen look about her. I’d checked her credentials and knew the woman was in fact a twenty-five-year-old divorcee. Her criminal check and identity checks all worked out. She had a clean bill of health, something I insisted on before they even got to this room. I hadn’t, nor would I ever, employ someone with any STD. Actors complained regularly about my insistence for safe sex. If you wanted to work for my company, then your sexual health became my concern. I had yet to have an investigation from the AIM Healthcare, and I liked it that way. It was likely that we lost sales due to the use of condoms and my refusal to allow barebacking. However, we made damn good porn and employed some of the leading actors and actresses in the business. All of them were gorgeous; this girl was no different.
“Good afternoon, Kandi.” I shook her hand and motioned for Scarlet to leave. She was standing by my side like some lovesick puppy.
“Hi, Mr Stone.” She returned the shake a little timidly. I offered her a smile, but I had been told I usually appeared as though I was snarling, so it was only brief. I’d practised but the more I tried, the worse I looked like a rabid dog. She stared across the room toward Samuel, as most of the female talent did. It was often that I pulled his pisser on how he was the eye candy in these situations.
