by Robin Gideon
It was the worst luck he could imagine.
Every time he saw her at the office, it felt like someone was stabbing him in the heart with an ice pick. Every time he closed his eyes, her face flashed across the surface of his mind. So beautiful, so sophisticated, and at thirty-five, at the absolute height of her beauty. She didn’t realize that, thinking she was old, but Nick knew better. She was more beautiful now than she had been at eighteen or twenty-five. Like wine, she’d only gotten better with time.
I never, ever should have touched her. Damn, I’m old enough to know that only idiots have office romances. And she’s a damned Amberson! I work for the company her family founded. What a complete fucking idiot I am.
He turned away from the windows and glanced at his wristwatch. It was twenty minutes to five. At exactly five, he intended to close and lock his office door, get into his Cadillac, and drive to The Cattleman’s Paradise. If ever there was an evening where he needed several glasses of whiskey on ice, this was it.
The whiskey will be delicious, but what I really want to taste are Lydia’s kisses. The thought made him smile. And her pussy. She’s so responsive and she loved it when I went down on her.
He was a little surprised to find himself walking out of his office, as though he didn’t know where his feet were taking him. Lydia’s office door was partially open. He went to it, feeling foolish and adolescent. He was a sophisticated man of means who had been a member of an exclusive D/s club in Dallas, a man who had known more women sexually than he could count or remember. He told himself he was no teenager, but he felt like one.
Lydia was on the telephone with her back to the door, looking out the office window, so she did not realize that she was no longer alone. Nick paused a moment, looking at her hair and remembering what it had felt like against his palm as he stroked its silken softness as she gave him fellatio on the plane. A shiver went through him, and he felt his cock begin to harden. When he closed the door, Lydia spun in her chair to face him. Her expression showed her surprise.
“I’ll have to talk to you later,” she said into the phone. “Someone just came into my office.” She hung up the phone. “Can I help you with something?”
Nick nodded. “I need to speak with you.”
Lydia rose from her chair, walking slowly around her desk. “Is this necessary?” She made no effort to hide the fact that she wasn’t particularly interested in speaking privately with him.
“Yes.” Nick moved so that he stood directly in front of her, looking down into eyes so dark brown they nearly appeared black. “What happened in Mumbai wasn’t just sport fucking. It was more than that.”
Lydia shook her head and took a step backward. Nick watched as her face went pale.
“I can’t listen to this,” she said in a whisper. “I’ve been driving myself crazy thinking about what I did with you and Caleb. I want to forget it. I want to wipe it from my memory.” She put her hands over her ears. “That wasn’t me who did those things with you and Caleb. That was someone else. It wasn’t the real me.”
“That’s where you’re wrong.” Nick moved closer. “It was the real you. It was the you that you’ve been hiding, the you that you’ve been running from.” Nick wrapped his fingers around her slender wrist, pulling her hand from her ear. “You’ve got to listen to me.”
“No, I can’t listen to you because you’ll talk sweet to me and it’ll seem to make so much sense and the next thing I know I’ll be on my knees.” Though Nick still held her by the wrist, Lydia turned toward the door. “I’ve got to get out of here. I can’t be alone with you.”
“You’re going to hear me out.”
“I’m leaving right now.”
Lydia tried to pull her wrist out of Nick’s grasp, but he was much more powerful than she. When she tried a second time, stumbling slightly in her half-frantic efforts, she ended up leaning over her own desk.
Nick acted quickly, decisively, reverting to the days when he was a much-sought-after Dom at the club in Dallas. In a flash, he had Lydia bent over her desk far enough so that her breasts pressed against its surface, and her wrists behind her back.
“You’re going to hear me out whether you want to or not,” Nick declared. “I’d suggest you keep your voice down.” With his free hand, he loosened his red silk necktie. “There’s still a receptionist and a secretary just outside your door.”
“Nick, this is insane.”
“You’ve driven me insane.” He pulled the necktie over his head, and had it wrapped around Lydia’s wrists and knotted moments later. “There,” he said, inspecting his handwork. “No more hands over ears for you.” He had a hand on Lydia’s back to keep her bent over at the waist. “Caleb should be here. He’s part of this.”
“You’ve lost your mind.” A sob of frustration caught in her throat. “You can’t do this. It’s all wrong. The three of us are all wrong, don’t you see?”
Nick picked up Lydia’s desk phone and punched in Caleb’s extension. “Come to Lydia’s office. Come in, then close the door behind you.” He hung up the phone. “What you need is a damned good spanking.”
“You’ve tied me up and now you think you’re going to spank me?” Lydia’s tone spoke of how incredulous she thought Nick’s actions were. “I’m not a misbehaving child. I’m too old for spankings.”
Nick reached down, grabbing the bottom hem of Lydia’s dress, and without any hesitation, raised it to the small of her back, exposing tan thigh-high stockings held up with a matching garter belt, and a thong panty that hardly covered any of her buns.
“Fuck, you’ve got a great ass.”
* * * *
Lydia’s eyes opened wide when the skirt of her dress was lifted high, and Nick said softly, almost reverently, “Fuck, you’ve got a great ass.”
Lydia tested whatever was knotted around her wrists. Nick’s necktie? She suspected so. There was some give in the silk, but not enough for her to free her hands. Though she didn’t want to admit it to herself, the silken bondage caused a burst of fresh cream to seep to her pussy. When she felt Nick put a foot between her own, then force her feet to spread a little wider apart, her clit started to tingle.
“You can’t do this,” Lydia said softly, the desktop cool and smooth against her cheek as she spoke. “There are people outside. Office affairs never cause anything but trouble.”
“Quiet.”
Lydia flinched and gasped when she felt the big palm slap down with a smack! on her bottom. She started to lift her upper body off the desk, but Nick’s hand was between her shoulder blades, and he easily pushed her back down again. She flinched but managed to keep her gasp silent as his palm came down once again, this time on the opposite ass cheek.
Lydia heard the office door open and close quickly, then heard the low, sexy chuckle that she had so adored in India, but was so dangerous to her willpower in North Dakota.
“Somebody want to clue me in on what’s going on?” Caleb asked.
“I’ll tell you what’s going on,” Lydia said quickly, with more vehemence in her tone that she felt in her heart, “Nick’s gone out of his mind.”
Nick said, “I can’t do it. I can’t simply walk away from her. I’m guessing you can’t walk away from her, either. It’s crazy as hell, the three of us being together, but who’s to say it’s not right for us?”
Lydia squeezed her eyes tightly shut, fighting against a tsunami of desire that washed over her when she felt the silk around her wrists, heard the sound of their voices so deep and intimate, and felt the tingling on her skin from where she’d been spanked. She was in bondage, helpless against two big and powerful men who wanted her, but they were inspiring in her a lust that she did not want to experience.
“I say we try to make it work,” Caleb said.
He stepped closer, moving to the side. Now Lydia could see him. Fearing that his good looks would strip away what little resolve she was fighting to maintain, she turned her face away from him.
“That’s my
plan,” Nick said. “All you and I have to do now is convince Lydia that we’re the men she needs in her life.”
“That’s where tying her up comes in?”
“She was going to leave. I had to do something to make sure she stayed.”
Caleb chuckled softly. “This is part of that D/s stuff you had going in Dallas?”
“As a matter of fact, yes, it is.”
“Effective. Very effective. I get the feeling there’s much you can teach me.”
Lydia groaned in frustration. “I’m not listening to this. We’re not going to discuss anything. And, most importantly, you two are not going to convince me of anything.”
She felt strong hands at her elbows, and a moment later she was pulled to an upright position. When she looked down, she saw that her nipples, erect and hungry for attention, were making prominent dents in the bodice of her dress. Her mouth might have said that she was immune to the allure of these men, but her disobedient body was telling a much different, much more honest, story.
She watched as Nick’s eyes, dark blue under any circumstance but darker now with escalating lust, went from her face down to the mounds of her breasts, which rose and fell with her deep, rapid breathing. She could almost feel the heat of his gaze, the intensity of it stripping away her clothes, touching her, caressing her intimately.
“This will never work,” she heard herself say. It was as though her resistance to even trying a ménage relationship with these men was on autopilot. She remembered how Candice had said her love life had to remain hidden from the world, as though it was something dreadfully dirty. “Be reasonable. We’re all too old to be this naive.”
Nick and Caleb moved so that one stood slightly to her right, and one slightly to her left. She felt the sharp edge of her desk against her bottom. Once again, she tested the necktie surrounding her wrists, and just as before, it triggered a submissive desire in her, an unconscious wish to be dominated by two powerful, commanding men.
The phone buzzed, and Lydia inhaled sharply in shock. The receptionist’s voice came through the small speaker. “It’s five o’clock so I’ll be off. Do you want me to lock the door?”
Lydia tried to speak but her throat wouldn’t form the words.
“Ma’am?” There was concern in the receptionist’s tone.
“Yes,” Lydia finally managed. “Please, lock the door.”
“I’m off then. See you tomorrow.”
After several seconds of silence, Nick said, “There, now we’ve got all night to change your mind about us.”
Lydia shook her head, sending her hair swirling around her face. She felt trapped between the men and her desk, and trapped as well by a slowly heating libido that made her nipples pebble and her clit throb.
“It’s just the three of us,” Caleb said, sliding a hand around the back of Lydia’s neck, “just the way it’s supposed to be.”
“Oh, no,” Lydia whispered an instant before Caleb’s mouth claimed hers.
It was a firm, masculine kiss without being fierce or bruising. Lydia tried to turn her face away to end the kiss a few seconds after it started, but Caleb held her head with both hands. He was soon feasting on her mouth, the kiss growing stronger. When Lydia felt his tongue seeking entrance, she pressed her lips tightly together, preventing him.
“It’s no use,” Caleb said when he ended the kiss. “You know you want my kisses.”
“You want them on your mouth,” Nick added, leaning in to kiss the side of her throat. “You want them on your pussy.” She gasped. “You’ll only be lying if you say you don’t want his tongue in your cunt.”
The blunt, coarse language would, from anyone else, have deeply insulted Lydia. But with Nick, and under these circumstances, when he said the word “cunt,” Lydia felt her honey flowing even more freely. Just like in Mumbai, she was afraid that if they touched her, they’d find out her panty was damp with the lust she claimed she wasn’t feeling.
It was Nick’s turn to kiss her next, and he made the most of the opportunity. Twenty seconds after the kiss started, Lydia’s head was spinning and her lips were parting to accept his tongue. He had one hand behind her neck, and the other on her breast. The fact that she was having both nipples caressed at the same time gave her the dizzying awareness that she was being felt up by two men.
Stop it! Stop it now before it goes too far.
It was a sane, rational thought to have. All she lacked was the willpower to follow her better judgment.
She tried to move away from the desk, but the men pressed in on her, keeping her trapped. When Caleb’s lips covered hers, a small, feminine sob escaped her, the sound one of frustration and desire. A cowboy-booted foot moved between her own, then forced her feet further apart. For a moment she tottered in her four-inch heels. She had Caleb’s tongue dancing with her own as the front of her dress was unbuttoned down to the slender belt at her waist. Caleb’s kiss came to a conclusion, and Lydia breathed in deeply, then let it out with a hissing sigh.
“We haven’t gone too far. Not yet. If we all just stop now, we’ll keep ourselves from doing something we’ll regret,” Lydia said, wishing desperately that her skin didn’t feel like it was being given an electrical charge. Nick leaned into her, his lips warm and moist against her neck. “Stop it, Nick. That’s not going to accomplish anything.”
She tried to groan, hoping the men would think she was rather disgusted with what they were doing, but the sound that came from her throat was more of a passionate moan. Lydia’s body simply wasn’t behaving the way she wanted it to.
The men, as though they’d choreographed in advance their seduction of Lydia, both leaned away from her at the same time. They opened her dress, then each man took his turn tugging one breast up while sliding the cup of her bra beneath it.
“You can’t do this to me,” Lydia said softly, leaning back against her desk, looking at the two men who gazed at her bared breasts wolfishly. “Why me? You men can have any woman you want. You could have women ten or fifteen years younger than I am. Why—”
In unison, Caleb and Nick bent and began sucking on her nipples, their mouths open wide to take in as much of her as possible. The heated wetness of mouths sucking hungrily on her nipples was jolting to Lydia’s senses. The shouted words “Oh, fuck!” were nearly out of her mouth before she bit down hard on her lower lip to keep herself silent.
This is insanity. An office affair is a prescription for disaster, but nothing is worse than fucking in the office.
All very reasonable, sensible notions, Lydia realized, even if she, at that moment, couldn’t actually put those thoughts into words. To look down and see two gorgeous men, their eyes closed as they feasted on her bounty, was as stimulating to her brain as it was to her body.
With a moist, almost slurping sound, Nick stopped sucking on her nipple. Taking her head in his hands, he kissed her on the mouth. It was a masculine, forceful kiss meant to dominate.
“You’re staying with us,” he said, his lips brushing hers as he spoke. “And we’re staying with you.”
“No.” Lydia turned her face away. “We’ll be the scandal of New Oslo. I don’t want the whole town to know I’m…” She choked on the unspoken word. “That I’m a slut.”
“Never talk that way,” Nick said, his tone authoritarian, indicative of a man who was accustomed to giving orders that had to be followed. “I forbid it.”
“You have no right to—”
Nick’s kiss stopped her words, but not the heightening arousal her body was experiencing. She was accepting his tongue into her mouth when she felt fingers curl into the waistband on her thong, and begin tugging the skimpy, clingy garment down over her stockings. The awareness that her panty—and more importantly, what it covered—were suddenly involved caused Lydia’s eyes to burst open. She twisted her hips sharply to the side, but that didn’t stop Caleb as he got down on his knees in front of her, taking her thong down to her ankles in the process.
“It won’t work,” Ly
dia said, looking down at Caleb. “Even if you fuck me to death, finding real happiness in a ménage à trois is a fool’s errand.”
While holding the skirt of her dress up to her stomach, Caleb looked into her eyes and replied, “We’ll never know until we try.”
Then, still looking into her eyes, he leaned forward and flicked his tongue over her clit.
“Fuck,” Lydia said in response. And, not able to think of anything more precise to describe her emotions, she followed it up with, “Oh, fuck.”
Chapter Eight
Lydia did not resist when Nick grabbed her by the chin and turned her face toward him. Resistance and sound judgment were impossible when Caleb slipped a single finger into her slit and began caressing the smooth front wall of her pussy as he sucked the erect nub of her clit between his lips. Kissing Nick while Caleb tantalized her most sensitive nerve endings created an exquisite chaos in Lydia’s soul. She wanted to stroke Caleb’s hair as he worked a second finger into her pussy, but the necktie prevented that. Being thwarted by having her hands tied behind her back only elevated her desire for forbidden pleasures.
They’re going to make me come.
It was an awareness that brought with it equal measures of anticipation and dread. The imminent climax threatened to be strong enough to make her feel like she was going to simply explode. Not necessarily a bad thing, as Lydia knew. But having Caleb and Nick adding to their I-owe-them-in-the-climax-ledger-of-life wasn’t exactly what she wanted, either. After all, the last time she felt guilty about being on the receiving end of their lusty attention without providing a quid pro quo to even the scales of orgasmic justice ended up causing her to be on her knees aboard a 747, sucking their cocks while a stewardess looked on with undisguised envy.
Lydia believed in karma. The trouble was, sometimes karma could be a bitch.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. They’re going to make me come. I’ve got to tell them to stop. She wrenched her head to the side, ending her kiss with Nick. Now tell them to stop.
