“Yeah. He doesn’t like us very much,” Mark said.
“Mr. Tourine and Yarina had a huge argument when she wouldn’t leave.” Nell frowned, and Mark interpreted her expression as disapproving. Of course, Nell probably thought Tourine’s daughter should have remained loyal to her father. “But I had the impression that Yarina had her own reasons for staying. It seemed like she knew something the rest of us didn’t.”
“And the general consensus is?” Mark asked. Nell seemed to have a good idea of the mood and opinion around the proverbial water cooler.
“Everyone seems to think she’s your source.” Nell stared at her hands in her lap.
Well, that was interesting. “And why is that?”
She raised her eyebrows. “Someone showed you the financials. And I know no one in the public relations office did. Gina has worked there for years, and she’s tight-lipped with me.” She cleared her throat. “No offense meant, sir.”
He gave her a quick grin. “None taken. The truth is, I did have information from an employee of Sunsoon. It was incomplete, but it gave me enough to go on.”
Nell nodded. “The only reason I mention Yarina is because I believe she authorized every purchase order. If your boss tells you to buy something, you buy it.”
“Her name isn’t on the paperwork.”
The perfect secretary snorted. “It wouldn’t be. Yarina is very clever. There won’t be a direct connection between her and failure.”
Mark decided to trust Nell and handed her the purchase orders. “I thought I knew a lot about software, but these items aren’t familiar to me. Do you know what they’re for?”
Nell sighed when she finished looking at the papers. “I was afraid of this. There were several concerns expressed in memos about these purchases. These items are used for computer hardware.” She raised an eyebrow. “Things like bugs and microphones. We usually don’t produce anything like that. It’s possible, judging by the amount spent, that the software development department was moonlighting.”
“Making something else and selling it on the side.” Using sensitive company equipment to create something and hiding the income from it was pretty ballsy. Of course, Yarina Tourine would be untouchable, daddy’s little girl with the clever avoidance of signing anything.
“Memos were sent, but Mr. Tourine wouldn’t act. No one could produce proof. Anyone who rocked the boat would suddenly quit.” Nell shook her head. “Mr. Dover wouldn’t let me step in due to company politics. We gave several employees a hefty severance package rather than dealing with the problem.”
Some of this wasn’t news to Mark. That Nell was being so honest was surprising. He wasn’t used to it.
“I’ll deal with the issue on Monday.” He shut the file.
Nell rose and turned to leave. He stopped her with a stern order. “Sit down, Anelda.”
She sat down immediately and kept her gaze on the floor. All week they had been rushed off their feet, unable to connect. There had been no sex, no spankings, no submission for his secretary.
He had a surprise for her.
When he walked around the desk, he noted that she shot a glance at him, trying to gauge his mood probably. “You and I need to discuss your behavior in this office,” he snapped.
She swallowed. “My behavior…Sir?”
“What’s your safe word, Anelda? I plan on punishing you.” He strode toward the large cupboard to his left.
“Salmon, Sir. And punish me for what?”
He smiled, but toward the wall so she wouldn’t see it. She sounded tired and irritable. He was going to take care of that. “Five days and you’ve forgotten the rules already?” He unlocked the cupboard and took out a flogger, some lube, and three dildos. “Speaking before being given permission, forgetting my title, looking me directly in the eye. These are all infractions you’ve committed.”
When he turned around, it amused him to see her glaring at him. “You said when we returned to L.A. we’d decide what I would call you. You said that we’d decide what I’d be.” She crossed her arms and looked a little put out. “All I’ve been for five days is a damn secretary.”
Ah, she was hurt and felt rejected. He could see why. Yes, his little plan for the evening was needed by both of them. “Well, tonight you won’t be a secretary at all. You will be a submissive. My submissive.”
Her breath quickened, and he loved the way color swept over her cheeks. But her hair was up in a severe bun, and she was contained in her drab, conservative clothes. It was time to take care of that.
“Bend over my desk.”
She rose to her feet and stepped toward the desk. Before she bent over, she glanced back at him. He raised his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes.
As she bent to obey him, he noted how her sweet ass trembled. “Arms out, Anelda. I want your cheek flat on the desk.”
She obeyed him, and he lifted her skirt. He’d never seen her daily underwear, only familiar with the thongs she’d purchased for her trip to Las Vegas. Something about her tiny scraps of lace was sexier than the thong he’d confiscated that first night.
When he stepped back, he took a moment to enjoy the view. Her gray skirt was bunched up around her waist, and her blouse was untucked on one side. She was wearing garters and hose with black lace. It was as if she’d read his fantasies, delved deep into his soul. “Count them out.”
He smacked her ass, and she jerked forward. “One,” she said firmly, her voice strained.
God, he loved spanking her. He whacked her again and enjoyed the way her flesh vibrated under his hand. “Two,” she said loudly.
His next three were quick and hard, his breath coming fast as he watched her body take his punishment. Before the sixth strike, he yanked her underwear away. He wanted to feel the heat from her skin. He bent down and pressed his lips to her rosy butt cheek, reveling in the way she shook. Close to her feminine core, he smelled her arousal and stifled a groan of need.
His next four strikes were steady, full-powered connections of his hand to her luscious, bare ass, and she made his ears ring with her shouts. He wanted to fuck her on the desk, knock everything off the surface of the drab office furniture, and restrain her to its smooth top. But he had an elaborate surprise planned; fucking her on the desk would have to wait for another time.
“Please, Sir,” she sobbed. “I need—I need— Oh, fuck, I need to come.”
“No.”
She squirmed on the desk, struggling to rub her clit against the desk’s hard contours. He gripped her soft flesh and held her still. When he bent down to her ear, he knew she could feel the insistence of his cock against her tender butt. “You hold still, or I’ll keep you on edge for hours.”
Mark heard the door open quietly and smiled as his “surprise” arrived early.
“Now that I’d like to see.” Reena’s gaze traveled over Nell’s prone form.
NO. SOMEONE ELSE was here? Nell wanted to run, to struggle, but Mark held her still.
“Come in, Reena.” He didn’t straighten or move, his mouth still beside Nell’s ear.
Nell clenched her fists. He leaned back, lifted her up from the desk, and turned her around so she could face the person who had just arrived.
Reena was dressed in the typical armor for a female executive—all sharp angles and slimming lines. And the suit was red, the color of power. It contrasted with her Nordic blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. Anyone who didn’t know Reena would make the mistake of assuming she rose to the top because of her looks. Nothing could be further from the truth. Reena Barrett was a brilliant tactician with the public relation skills of Madison Avenue all rolled up in a gorgeous, deceptively curvaceous package.
Nell felt her face heat. “Miss Barrett—”
“Nell, I’d like you to meet the newly promoted senior officer for L.A.’s ConFed division. She is going to join us tonight.”
The woman strode over to the leather chair normally occupied by Nell when he was giving her orders. “Surprise.”
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“I don’t understand,” Nell said and glared at him. “What surprise?”
He sighed. “Still breaking the rules, Anelda?”
Shit. She gasped and bit her lip. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
“She needs more training,” Reena stated. “Maybe you didn’t spank her hard enough.”
Now Nell knew her face had turned a fiery red.
“I’ve neglected her this week.” He flicked open the top button of Nell’s blouse. “You’re going to help me pay better attention.”
“Sir—” she started, fear and arousal warring inside her. The fear was of the unknown, that she was out of her depth. She also longed for the unknown, wanting the pleasure it could hold. “Please, Sir.” Her gaze darted to Reena. “Don’t humiliate me.”
Reena raised her eyebrows. “Humiliate you?” She sounded highly offended. “He wants to share you, show you off.”
“Share me?” Nell couldn’t believe it.
Mark studied her face. “As your Dominant and your boss, I have a responsibility to teach you, Anelda. This is part of your training, and Mistress Reena has agreed to help me.”
Nell swallowed, a mixture of anticipation and nervous tension making her throat tight.
Reena licked her lips. “What can I say? I’m a giver.”
“What’s your safe word, Anelda?” He stepped away and faced her.
“Salmon.”
“The rules haven’t changed. You’re still you,” he said softly. “Remember?”
The tension in her belly bled away. “Yes, Sir.”
“Clothes off. Handcuffs. Leave the garters on. They’re sexy,” Reena said in a forceful tone.
“Take off your clothes, Anelda,” he said when she hesitated slightly. “Don’t make her wait. I’m nicer than she is.”
Nell’s hands trembled, and she fumbled with the buttons. She licked her lips and glanced at him, a silent plea with him to help her. He sighed and helped her slide her blouse off, remove her bra, and unbutton her skirt.
She stepped out of her clothes, and he gripped her wrists to cuff them. He picked out her bun and freed her hair before he stepped back. Damn him. He left her with no armor, nothing but her vulnerability to face this woman that Nell knew was more than she seemed.
When had Nell realized what Reena really was? Years of working with her to produce good copy for the company had been torturous in many ways. Reena was a female Dominant, a bisexual woman who exuded control and confidence.
“Come over here, Nell.” Reena’s voice was rich and smooth.
Nell cleared her throat and stepped closer to the seated woman. No one could fill a room like Reena. She occupied that chair like it was a throne and studied Nell like a slave up for auction. It aroused Nell and made her mouth dry with fear.
“Stop there.” Reena’s gaze swept over Nell’s body, her blue eyes turning violet, her lips parted. “Drop to your knees and put your ass in the air.”
Nell placed her forehead on the carpet and spread her knees apart, ever conscious of Mark’s intense stare. The carpet was not as uncomfortable as the one on the plane had been, and Nell had to press her cheek to the floor due to the cuffs on her wrists.
“Mark, if you would do me the honor of preparing Ms. Armstrong.” Reena’s tone was respectful yet filled with command. Nell couldn’t stop the tremor that vibrated through her body. She’d thought one Dominant was intimidating. Two was overwhelming.
“Of course, Mistress.” Unlike Mark, Reena clearly preferred the formal title. The closest Mark got to “Master” was “Sir.” “Do you have a preference?” Mark’s voice was husky and strained. For some reason, that helped her relax and accept.
“I want her mouth free, but her ass and her pussy filled. Pick the bigger ones. I want her to feel it when I fuck her by proxy.” Reena’s voice was sharp and tight, filled with arousal, and Nell couldn’t help her response. When she shivered, Reena gave a hum of approval. “I like the way she trembles, Mark. She’s so perfect.”
The words helped Nell to accept what Mark was doing. He used his fingers to prepare her, getting her wet as she arched toward his hand. As he slid one of the dildos in, he told her what he saw. “Your cunt is so beautiful, Anelda. So warm and sexy. I’d love to see your cum all over this dildo.”
She moaned and thrust toward him. He moved the tip deeper, the girth stretching her, causing ripples of pain and pleasure to radiate from her core to her fingers. The thing wasn’t as big as the first one he’d used on her, but it was still more than she was used to taking. Mark’s thumb pressed against her clit, and she growled from the need it created.
Reena responded to Nell’s arousal. “Leave it, Mark. Hold it there, Nell. Don’t let it fall.” There was a rustle of material, and Nell shifted her head to see Reena had lifted her skirt to reveal her naked pussy. The woman’s gaze never left Nell. “Now, her ass. Make her come.”
“I’d like to lick it.” His hand cupped the soft flesh of Nell’s ass and stroked her puckered hole. She couldn’t stop the involuntary jump of her body.
“I’d like to watch you,” Reena said with a wolfish smile.
On his knees, he grasped Nell’s hips and slid his tongue around the rim of her small entrance. She moaned as he licked her, nibbled on her flesh, driving her crazy. She thrust toward his mouth, desperate, her muscles clenched around the thick dildo. He bit her hard, reminding her that her butt was sore from his punishment, that she belonged to him. The thought was arousing and frightening.
Now that she was his completely, would he want more than she could give? More than anything, she wanted to please him, make him as crazy as he made her. It terrified her that her limits were beginning to not matter to her.
He nipped her one last time before he lubed the second dildo and dipped it inside her tight channel. She relaxed, and he circled it around until it was seated deeply in her ass, which stretched and quivered.
“Very nice,” Reena commented. “I want to see her come.”
Mark rose and stood behind her, bending over until his lower belly drove the dildo into her ass deeper. He reached around and rolled one of her nipples between his fingers, plucking it until she jerked under his attention. His other hand moved the dildo in and out of her pussy, going at a slow, agonizing pace.
She squirmed and twisted. Fuck, she was close.
Mark didn’t break his rhythm as he warned her. “You don’t come without Mistress Reena’s permission, Anelda. Don’t you dare.”
Nell sobbed, and her body shook. Reena’s gaze was intense when she finally said, “Come for me, Nell.”
As Nell shouted her release, Mark growled. It had been an effort, but this time she kept the damn toy intact when she came. She gasped for breath and pressed her forehead into the floor.
“Good girl,” Reena said. “Scoot your ass over here.”
It took some effort, but Nell shifted all her weight onto her knees and hobbled toward Reena’s chair. What was the woman going to do? Nell was filled, her pussy throbbing and her ass stretched almost to the point of pain.
Reena’s legs were spread, and her cunt glistened from her arousal. She wore no underwear under the pencil skirt, which caused Nell’s pulse to leap. The smell was sweet and made Nell’s mouth water. That was weird. Nell had always believed herself to be completely heterosexual. Yet Reena’s commands and her obvious appreciation of Nell’s attributes added to Mark’s watchful gaze made her hungry to please the woman.
“Listen carefully, Nell. I want you to lick my cunt.”
She’d never fantasized about this. It seemed like being dominated was much more than just fucking, and Nell wanted it all. This woman offered her a chance to show her submission and to please her Master. Perhaps if it had been only Reena requesting it, Nell might have balked. But she had a strong feeling that Mark would be aroused by her licking Reena’s pussy.
It was difficult, but she took her courage in both of her restrained hands. “Yes, Mistress.”
She bent down and p
laced her face between Reena’s legs. Nell flicked her tongue over Reena’s clit, and she gasped. It was gratifying to hear the Domme’s pleasure, to know that Mark watched her, to feel the response from Reena’s flesh. Though she’d never touched a woman sexually, she considered how Mark had driven her toward release. She devoured Reena’s cunt, licking and sucking, enjoying the task, becoming aroused herself.
Reena reached up and threaded her fingers through Nell’s hair. She pressed Nell’s face into her pussy and moaned. It was sensation overload. Nell’s ass was filled with a dildo still embedded deep inside her. She squeezed the dildo in her pussy. And her face was buried in a beautiful woman’s cunt. She clenched her muscles to hold back her own orgasm as she increased her efforts to send the female Dominant over the edge.
Finally, Reena pulled Nell’s head back and dragged her to her feet. Reena reached up and captured one of Nell’s nipples in her mouth while her hand gripped the dildo in Nell’s pussy. Nell cried out and almost lost her balance, but Reena held her steady.
In synchronized movements, Reena thrust the dildo as she sucked Nell’s tit. Nell was forced to lean against Reena as she twisted helplessly.
Reena released her flesh and said, “Come for me, little Nell.” Her voice was deep.
She screamed as she came. Reena held Nell as she convulsed and arched her back. The Domme continued to drive the dildo in Nell’s pussy, extending both their pleasure.
Slowly and with soft, murmured words Nell couldn’t understand, Reena removed both dildos and stroked her hair. For a moment, Nell rested against Reena.
While Nell was cuddled in the Domme’s lap, Reena tipped Nell’s chin and bent down to kiss her. When Reena’s lips touched Nell’s, there was something sexy yet tender about her touch.
When Reena broke the kiss, Nell stared at the woman. “You didn’t come, Mistress,” she said in a hoarse voice.
The other woman smiled. “No. But you brought me great pleasure. You’re a good girl, Nell.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” she said. Nell had a strange thought that maybe Reena didn’t come for just anyone. Maybe she held back for her own submissive. And that made her think about Mark. Would he do that? Would he do that for her?
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