Pleasing Sir

by Delilah Devlin

  She closed her eyes tightly and placed her cheek against Billy’s, seeking comfort he hadn’t offered. Billy surprised her by nuzzling her ear, and then he bit the lobe, distracting her as Morgan pushed past her tight ring.

  Raelie groaned.

  “Fuck,” Morgan breathed. “Goddamn tight up there.”

  She’d have laughed if she could have. Her ass burned, but she was so full of cock she was nearly delirious.

  Two sets of hands, one at her waist, the other at her hips, clutched her tightly as the men began to move against her. Billy withdrew as Morgan shoved deeper, each of his strokes causing her fingers to graze his belly. Then Billy stroked in while Morgan retreated. The tandem motions, although rhythmic, weren’t soothing in the least.

  They built a fire inside her, stoked her head with sensory-rich details that confused and overwhelmed her. If her hands had been free, she would have wrapped them around Billy and to hell with his stricture not to fold her legs around him, because she would have crawled all over him to ease the emotions slamming through her with each hard, measured thrust.

  They demolished her composure and left the walls she’d constructed to protect her pride in crumbling ruins.

  Moisture tracked down her face, and she didn’t know she was crying until Billy muttered something, and both their bodies stilled.

  Morgan freed her hands, and despite the pain she felt as she moved the numbed limbs, she thrust them around Billy’s neck and leaned her face against his chest, holding him tight, squeezing with all her strength, until he hugged her back.

  “It’s okay, baby girl,” he whispered. “Shhhh….”

  “Want us to stop?” Morgan said next to her ear.

  Raelie sniffed. Had they forgotten about the goddamn ball-gag? She raised her face and slapped Billy’s cheek with the ball.

  His head reared back, and his eyes narrowed on her expression.

  She wished she’d thought to school her features into an appropriately submissive mask, because she knew the instant he realized that she wasn’t crying because they’d pushed her too far. She was crying from frustrated anger.

  A one-sided smile crept across his face. “Baby’s got her grit back, Morgan. Let’s show her we aren’t the kind to let a disobedient woman off the hook. Not over a few crocodile tears.”

  Raelie screamed against her gag and swung her legs, nailing his knees and calves with the edge of her heels.

  Billy grimaced then thinned his lips. “Got her?”

  Morgan wrapped an arm around her middle. Billy pulled out of her, leaving her still impaled with Morgan’s cock up her ass.

  Morgan bent his legs and her feet touched the ground. Billy cupped her breasts and her glance rose to give him another furious glare, but he pinched her nipples, squeezing them painfully hard between his fingers and his thumbs. He used the pressure to pull her down until she bent at the waist, her face level with his cock.

  “Put your hands on my hips, Miss Wood,” Billy said.

  Because he still pinched her nipples, she didn’t have any choice. She clutched the notches of his hips and glanced up.

  He released her nipples and she gave a muffled moan as blood flooded the tips, engorging them. Billy fisted his cock, running his hand up and down his length in front of her face.

  She could smell his male musk, the scent of the soap he’d used, her own arousal still coating his shaft. When his hands cupped her cheeks and a thumb pulled down her jaw, she thought about fighting him for the sake of her damaged pride. Instead, she quietly let him remove the ball gag from her mouth then just as obediently, just as submissively, accepted the cock he pressed against her lips.

  She opened wide, swallowing him down, rushing forward to consume him hungrily.

  His hands curved around her cheeks and closed over her ears until the only sounds she heard were those inside her head—her throbbing pulse, her moaning grunts as Morgan resumed shafting her ass and Billy thrust deep into her throat.

  She fought the urge to gag and loosened her jaw to take him deep, enjoying the softness of the cap beneath her tongue, the rigid heat her mouth glided along. She suctioned hard, trying to pull his cum from his balls, but Billy never betrayed any lapse of control.

  Not like Morgan, whose fingers bit into her hips and whose cock hammered her ass in short jabs that quickly lost rhythm the closer he drew to orgasm. When he came, she felt the scalding spurts, the slowing of his hips as shudders racked him. Finally, he slowed and pulled free.

  A cloth cleansed her from behind. Billy pulled his cock from her mouth. When she straightened, her legs shaking beneath her, he reached behind her and grabbed her ass, picked her up from the floor and carried her to the bed. He sat her on the edge then cradled her back as he urged her to lie down.

  “I want you to lift your legs, Miss Wood. Lift ’em high and spread ’em wide. I want to see your pussy, see your girl-cum glazing those pretty lips.”

  Raelie shook her head, sure she couldn’t manage it because she was still shaking so hard.

  “If you don’t do what I say, I won’t let you come.”

  She gave a hoarse sob then scowled at him. “You’re a bastard.”

  Billy grunted, but didn’t crack a smile. “I’ve heard that a time or two. Doesn’t mean I don’t still expect you to lift those legs and spread ’em for me.”

  Raelie shot a glance at Bryce, who still stood stock-still, then at Morgan, but he shrugged, indicating she was on her own. All she wanted was to come. She’d earned it, dammit. However, Billy’s implacable expression said he was serious. Her anger gave way to resignation. They’d take every bit of her pride. What would be left? She hoped like hell the reward was worth it in the end.

  Setting her expression into a cold mask, she pulled up her legs, tucking them into her chest with her arms wrapped protectively around her knees.

  Billy’s hand cupped her sex, thick fingers poked inside her and swirled. “Sure you don’t wanna be fucked, Miss Wood? I’ll only ask one more time then I’ll leave. But think hard because Bryce isn’t gonna be happy with your lack of obedience.”

  His dark, devil’s eyes were heartlessly cold. Bryce wanted her to trust him, and she supposed she did, even though he brought out every bratty, rebellious urge she tried to keep hidden deep inside.

  Raelie bit her lip and scowled again, but let go of her knees and slowly spread them, gradually straightening her legs and letting their weight pull her fully open.

  His hungry gaze fell between her legs where his fingers still played.

  Morgan stepped beside him and stared as well. Morgan touched the rings on either side of her folds. “You have them done or did your old boyfriend do that?”

  “My old boyfriend sent me to a friend of his to have it done.”

  “Did he like to play with them?”

  The conversation eased her frustration and she nodded slowly. “He’d tie them together with a ribbon when he was punishing me.”

  “To keep you from putting anything inside?”

  She nodded, becoming more at ease with her thighs splayed. Their expressions weren’t feral, and their comments weren’t embarrassingly lewd.

  “I’ll wanna hang weights from them sometime,” Billy said, lifting his gaze to hers. “Will you let me?”

  Surprised he’d bothered asking, Raelie cleared her throat. “If Mr. Caldwell permits it.”

  Billy smiled for the first time, showing a flash of white teeth. “What the fuck did Bryce do to win that kind of loyalty?”

  Raelie’s smile was slow and sheepish. “He didn’t fire me for taking pictures of my pussy.”

  “So it’s just for blackmail?”

  She grinned back and lifted her eyebrows. “I’ll never tell.”

  Morgan and Billy burst out in low, dirty chuckles. Billy thrust three fingers inside her and rubbed her clit with his thumb.

  Her head tilted back, her knees bent, but she opened wider, trying to push her cunt against his hand to take him deeper. “Please, B
illy…”

  His fingers pulled free and a slap landed on her open sex, followed by another and another.

  The sting caused her labia to swell and moisture to spill. “Please, make me come.”

  Billy backed away and bent over her sex. The brush of his tongue when it touched her felt like heaven against her overheated and abused flesh. The point slipped between her folds and thrust inside her, fluttering. Then he lapped higher, swirling the flat over her distended and exposed clit.

  “Yes!” she shouted, lifting her shoulders off the desk and digging her fingers into Billy’s scalp.

  “Don’t you come,” Morgan said, leaning over her and pinching a nipple hard.

  Raelie’s whole body trembled now, something she couldn’t hide. “Tell me what you want…what I have to do. Just please, please, let me come.”

  Billy bit down on her clit.

  Raelie panted through pursed lips to keep from tumbling over the edge, her whole body trembling hard. When he straightened, she sagged against the bed, watching him, ready to do whatever he asked because she needed to come.

  Billy lifted her legs and brought them closer together, then hooked his arms under her knees and pulled her hips to the edge of the high bed. “Put me inside you, baby girl.”

  Eager to comply, she curled her shoulders up and reached for his cock, cradling it lovingly between both hands. Then she placed it at her entrance and let him funnel through her grasp as he pushed inside her body. She fell back. “I don’t know…” she muttered.

  “What’s that, sweetheart?”Morgan said, leaning over her and playing with her nipples while Billy slowly rocked forward and back, sliding into her body and out.

  “I don’t know if I can stop,” she said, sobbing then biting her lower lip.

  Morgan gave her a crooked smile and plucked a sore nipple. “Then don’t.”

  Billy pulled out then slammed forward, following the hard crash with sharp strokes that slapped his belly and crotch against her pussy and ass, making lewdly succulent sounds.

  Sounds that forced her over the edge. She clung there, her fingers digging into Morgan’s shoulder as her eyes squeezed tightly and she gritted her teeth. A long, low whine squeezed from her throat, and then she exploded, her body spasming, her vagina convulsing in strong ripples that milked Billy’s cock.

  He shouted, never slowing the blistering pounding he gave her pussy.

  When her orgasm had waned to tiny lingering pulses, only then did he slow his thrusts. He bent over her, his hands on either side of her shoulders, his sweaty face above hers when she opened her eyes. His smile was slow and warm, and Raelie felt his approval wrap itself firmly around her heart.

  Which confused the hell out of her, since it was Bryce she wanted to belong to.

  Bryce cleared his throat—as much to signal the men it was time to get out as to ease away a little of his own tension. Watching them pleasure Raelie had left him with a raging hard-on that he couldn’t surrender to. Not yet.

  Billy withdrew from Raelie’s body, and with Morgan trailing his steps, left the room.

  Raelie lowered her legs, letting them dangle over the edge of the bed. She raised an arm to cover her eyes.

  “Remembering who you belong to?” he said dryly.

  Her throat worked around a swallow, and then she dragged her arm down. Her gaze when it met his was haunted. “I never forgot,” she said, but a guilty flush betrayed her.

  “I need you to get up.”

  Her mouth opened, but she pushed up to sit at the edge of the bed then stood on shaky legs to face him.

  He wanted to hold open his arms and offer her comfort, but Raelie needed to learn one last lesson. She’d obeyed him, trusted that he’d see to her pleasure, but she didn’t trust that he’d take care of her heart.

  Not that he’d known until the moment she’d glanced to him for reassurance before stiffening her shoulders and submitting to Billy. Raelie had courage, something he prized in a woman. Fact was, there wasn’t anything about her that had disappointed him.

  The ache in his chest that had lodged itself there provided proof that he cared deeply.

  Before he’d sent her to the house, he’d made up his mind that she would be his.

  This test had been about Raelie learning that she belonged in his life, that she could share in every aspect and abandon any hang-ups she might still have without fear she’d be alone at the end.

  He held out his hand and she came closer and slipped her small hand inside his.

  “How do you feel?”

  Her smile was weak, but her stare was direct. “A little used.”

  Bryce tugged her closer, smoothing his hands over her silky skin, and she nestled against his chest.

  “You have on too many clothes,” she grumbled.

  “I thought you’d need a little rest, first,” he said, rubbing his cheek against her hair.

  “Don’t you want me?”

  “What you really mean is, how can I not fuck you after watching you with Morgan and Billy, right?”

  Her hand sneaked between his legs and fondled his swollen cock. “I want to please you.”

  “You have,” he said, reluctantly pushing away her hand. “You did everything I asked. You trusted me at least enough to give yourself over to Billy and Morgan.”

  “I feel a ‘but’ coming.”

  “I want you to trust me in all things. I want you to trust that I won’t hurt you.”

  Her arms slipped around his waist and she leaned against him. “I’m learning. I swear, every minute I’m with you, everything becomes clearer.”

  Bryce lifted her chin. Her blue eyes shimmered with moisture. His chest tightened. “I’m falling in love with you, Raelie. I didn’t think it would happen this fast, but my heart is already yours.”

  Raelie’s mouth fell open. “I thought I was the only one. But I’m not sure where this is going.”

  “Where would you like it to go?”

  “I guess I want to know more about your…perversions first.”

  Bryce grinned. “One thing at a time. I don’t want to send you screaming.”

  Her head fell back, and a smile stretched her mouth. “But you do want to keep me unbalanced. You like testing me.”

  “It’s part of our game. I push, you push back, I conquer.”

  “I really, really like the conquering part,” she said, her voice becoming sultry.

  “I never would have guessed.” With a laugh, he reached down and slapped her bottom. “Now, stop being a tease and get a bath. Then I’ll feed you. You’re going to need your strength.”

  She wrinkled her nose and let him push her away, a hand going to her ass to rub away the slight pain. “I think I’ll need another name to call you when we’re here.”

  “‘Master will do just fine.”

  * * *

  The next day, Raelie’s life changed forever.

  Although a Saturday, Rance Cafferty had asked for a meeting that morning since he was in town to finalize the contracts with the client. Bryce asked her to come in to take notes and provide secretarial support, should they need it. She hadn’t really minded.

  That morning, she’d been brought awake in delicious increments with Bryce’s erect cock nudging her bottom. Without a lot of grumbling, she’d rolled to her back and he’d made love to her, clasping her hands above her head toward the end when she’d grown impatient with his pace and tried to “cheat” by massaging his balls as he stroked into her.

  Today was the last day she’d sit in the outer office. Kathryn returned from her honeymoon on Monday. And even though Bryce had been attentive, she still had stirrings of unease that everything could come to a screeching halt at any moment.

  That was, until he’d slid an envelope across her desk before leaving for drinks with Cafferty.

  Inside was a set of keys. Her face must have blushed a bright rose, because he laughed and bent to give her a quick kiss on the cheek.

  Cafferty’s eyebrows rose, but he
didn’t say a thing as the two men left.

  She’d dashed home, packed a small suitcase with necessities, watered her ivy and asked the neighbor lady to pick up her mail. Perhaps she was taking things for granted, but her confidence was growing by the minute.

  She used her shiny new key to enter Bryce’s house. In the foyer, she glanced around, curious about her surroundings because both times she’d been here, she’d been rushed to Bryce’s bedroom, and she hadn’t been able to see anything.

  This time, she walked slowly through the house, admiring the wood floors, the soft warms hues of the colors of the walls and upholstered furniture and imagining herself being here, maybe someday living here for good one day. The foyer opened into a large living room, shaped like a wheel, with doors at the end of the spokes, all of them closed except for the one open entrance that led into a kitchen.

  Bryce looked up from where he stood in front of a stove, half of it a grill with four large sizzling steaks, a stainless steel hood drawing away the smoke, but not the mouthwatering aroma of the roasting meat.

  She walked shyly forward, not knowing what he expected her to do.

  His gaze flickered over her. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”

  “No, ‘hello, honey, how was your day’?” she quipped.

  “You’re wasting time.”

  Again, her misgivings resurfaced, making her feel sick to her stomach and striking a match to her anger. However, she didn’t give voice to her thoughts, reminding herself that maybe he didn’t know how he was making her feel. Maybe this was as fresh and new to him as it was to her. She certainly didn’t know the rules.

  Without any further hesitation, she drew off her clothing, one item at a time, her gaze never leaving his.

  His back straightened when she shoved her skirt down her legs to reveal the fact she was completely nude beneath it.

  She raised an eyebrow. “Pantyhose and panties seemed…unnecessary.”