Occupational Hazard: The Ultimate Workplace Romance Box Set

by Eve Langlais

  Cassie smiled innocently at Sasha. “About those favors.”

  Chapter Seven

  “I can’t believe you talked me into this!” Sasha squealed as she pulled a velvet-tipped nipple clamp out of the box.

  “Just drink your wine and shut your trap.” Cassie giggled as she enjoyed a little bit of liquid courage herself. “We only have about fifteen minutes ’til showtime.”

  Cassie wrapped the handcuffs around the iron-scrolled headboard and tied the scarves a decent width apart to satisfy both her comfort needs and Ian’s viewing pleasure. She’d already changed into the new lingerie and donned a robe to wear while she set up everything.

  “You expect me to hang around until you’re finished having internet sex with your hottie, so I can help you break free of the bonds of love.” She chuckled. “I so don’t want to hear you get it on.”

  “Just go into the living room and play Farmville. You’ll be so wrapped up in that you’ll forget what you’re doing here.”

  “Yeah, right. I’ll just plant my fake crops while Ian sows his imaginary seed.”

  “Nothing imaginary about that,” Cassie mumbled with a twinkle in her eye. Then she shook her head. “I’ll tell Ian to text you when we’re finished. But if you don’t get anything from him after about two hours, you have my permission to come check on me.”

  “Just so you know, payback is a biiootch.” Sasha tossed back the last of her wine as she stood and handed over the nipple clamps.

  The lingerie had cutouts at the breasts with a garter belt and stockings. She’d put everything on, sans panties, and had pulled out a pair of matching stilettos. Guys liked it when women wore these dreadfully uncomfortable things, but Cassie had to admit they did look awesome and comfort wouldn’t be an issue lying down. She dropped the clamps and picked up her cell phone, sending Ian a text with the link he needed to control her dildo. The message was cryptic enough not to give anything away until she was ready for him to understand.

  After that was completed, she latched on the nipple clamps, hissing as pain bloomed. With Sasha turned around, Cassie took off the robe, sat in the middle of her bed and tied her feet to the scarves at the footboard. She maneuvered the dildo in place, securing it and turning it on. Then she leaned back and tied the leash that was affixed to the nipple clamps onto her wrists. If she moved them, it’d tug at the clamps, heightening her arousal. She was very careful not to do anything now to excite herself, because Sasha was still in the room, covertly diverting her gaze, and she didn’t want there to be any more awkwardness than what was absolutely necessary. But it was difficult not to get turned-on with the clamps on her sensitive buds and the dildo lodged firmly inside her.

  “Okay, I’m ready.”

  Sasha glanced at her and barked a laugh before quickly stifling it. “Sorry, sorry.” She walked over and cuffed Cassie to the headboard. Then walked back over to the laptop, making sure it was positioned for the best access. She draped a shirt over it, covering the attached webcam, so Ian wouldn’t be able to see until Cassie was ready for him to. Working around the cloth, Sasha logged on to Cassie’s Skype account. “He’s already logged on. Damn, he’s fast,” Sasha said suddenly. “He just sent you a video call. Impatient bastard.” She chuckled.

  “Accept the call and get behind the computer. Don’t pull away the cover until I tell you to.”

  Sasha nodded. There was no turning back now.

  * * * * *

  Ian went to the link Cassie had sent him, but he wasn’t sure what it was for. It looked to be controls to something electronic. There wasn’t any explanation as to what it was, probably just something around her house, so he wasn’t sure what she needed help with. He’d hoped that tonight’s “date” would be like the others, but if she needed help with some electronics, then he was happy she’d turned to him. He smiled at that thought. This was a good sign, right? That she’d turned to him like a boyfriend for a helping hand.

  He left that window open as he waited for Cassie to connect to Skype. Once she did, he sent her a video call but frowned when she accepted. “Baby, there’s something blocking your webcam.”

  He leaned closer to his screen, trying to make out what was blocking her camera, but he couldn’t identify the offending object.

  “Oh, I’ll get it. Looks like my shirt I changed out of earlier,” she said nonchalantly. “Did you get that link I sent you?”

  “Got it up now.” He popped open a beer as he sat back in his chair, waiting for her to remove the obstruction.

  As he took a drink, the material slinked away, revealing the image before him.

  The air locked in his lungs and blood rushed to his groin, creating the fastest, hardest erection of his life. He stared dumbly, frozen for what seemed like hours but what was merely seconds. He then slammed his beer down, leaning closer and staring at the goddess before him, stunned. Completely and utterly stunned.

  She watched him, a smile playing at the corners of her succulent lips. “Surprise,” she murmured. She could’ve cast a spell with that one word because all he heard was his own personal siren.

  “Fuck me,” he whispered incredulously.

  “That’s the plan.”

  At that, he groaned. Beer forgotten, he yanked his shirt off his overheated body and immediately unzipped his pants. If he didn’t get them off soon, his cock would cause the seams to burst. He stood, stripping out of them, and sighed at the instant relief he felt at his newfound freedom. Now that his skin could breathe, he forced himself to absorb his little vixen’s action and find a little control, lest he explode as soon as he touched himself.

  He sat back down, gently taking his dick in hand, gritting his teeth against the overwhelming sensation.

  “I see you’ve been a very busy, very naughty little girl.”

  “You seemed like you needed a little pick-me-up.”

  “Oh, I’m up. I’m so up I could pound nails with my cock.” He took a deep breath as he eased back into a more comfortable position. “Lift your hips, baby. Let me see what you’ve done.”

  She raised her pussy and he squeezed his dick when his balls started to tingle. He wouldn’t embarrass himself shooting off just yet. But damn it to hell, she was fucking beautiful! He shut his eyes and tried to catch his breath. When he opened them, he focused on her breasts and saw that the nipple clamps she wore were tethered to her wrists. “Lift your arms,” he ordered huskily.

  She did, whimpering when the action tugged at her sensitive buds.

  “That feel good, baby?” He leaned closer, wishing he could step right through the screen and into her bedroom.

  She nodded, biting her lip.

  “Say it, Cassie. Tell me how it feels.”

  “It burns. It’s shooting sparks straight to my pussy.” She moved her arms, pulling at her nipples again. This time she gasped then moaned as she whirled her wrists around.

  “That’s it, baby. Tease yourself for me.” Ian groaned as he stroked his cock and watched the sexy scene unfold before him, too engrossed to think clearly.

  “I’d rather you tease me,” she said breathlessly.

  God, he’d give anything to be touching her himself right now. “Mmm, I know, Cassie. If I were there, it’d be my teeth biting you instead of those clamps.”

  She sucked in air as she tugged on them again. Ian liked that she seemed to enjoy the thought of his teeth worrying her nipples. Then she smile seductively. “You can still tease me from there.”

  Of course he could. He’d been teasing her for days without actually touching her. He just wished he could control her orgasm himself. He knew it was his dominant part barreling to the front of his psyche demanding that control. Knowing she did what he told her when he told her was a fucking turn-on like no other, but being able to bring her to the precipice over and over again without letting her go over would be the icing on the Cassie cake.

  She licked her lips. “You got that link up?”

  Huh? She wanted to put the brakes on now? �
��Yeah, baby. It can wait until after we’ve played. I want to give you my undivided attention.” He was already scheming how to get her off because he knew it’d be hard without the use of her hands, but damn, it was sexy as hell seeing her all tied up for him.

  “But it’s my other surprise for you. Pull it up.”

  Not knowing what to think, he brought up the small screen. “Okay, so what am I— Sweet mother of God!” he gasped. “Is this what I think it is?”

  Holy shit! No way was this a remote control to something attached to her body. But now that he thought about it, the options for various settings could be just that. He clicked the first one and heard a low hum over the airwaves followed by her moan. His head shot to her just as her hips lifted helplessly off the bed.

  “Cassie,” he breathed, understanding finally setting in. The link was a control to the vibrator attached to her. For a moment he forgot the fact he’d get his wish fulfilled of controlling her climax, and his heart squeezed in his chest when he realized she went through all this trouble to please him. It couldn’t have been easy, and she had to have had help. His possessiveness roared at the thought of another person seeing her like this, so he had to quickly suppress that reaction. It was probably one of her girlfriends, and she did it with him in mind.

  He had to get his wits about him. She did this for him, but he wanted to make sure she enjoyed every minute of it. Just as he fully intended to. Her pleasure was bonded to his, and he wanted to make this good for both of them. As his resolve settled in, another emotion drove forward.

  Dominance.

  Ian felt it overcome his senses. He didn’t care. Cassie knew his kinks and had already been exposed to that aspect of his sex life. He wouldn’t resist the temptation to embrace it now.

  “Who helped you, Cassie?” His voice was so guttural he barely recognized it as his own.

  “Sasha.”

  “Hmmm.” He was relieved that his suspicion was accurate. “Where is she?”

  “Um, in the living room, I think.”

  Perfect. “Roll on your side,” he ordered.

  She struggled within her bindings to do as he requested, but there was enough slack to accommodate her maneuverings. If he’d tied her up, she wouldn’t be able to budge, but this worked for what he needed. When she finished, she was panting from her efforts. And maybe from anticipation, he’d like to think.

  Cassie didn’t say anything. The thought that she was waiting for his command made pride swell inside him. His woman was giving him this control. Why wouldn’t he be proud and honored by her gift?

  Drawing out her anticipation, he picked up his BlackBerry and searched his contacts. He glanced at Cassie’s face and saw her brow furrow in confusion, but she still didn’t say anything. He selected the person he wanted to call and put the phone up to his ear, his eyes still on Cassie.

  “Hello?”

  “Sasha?” Cassie’s eyes grew when she realized he’d called her accomplice. Ian kept his expression neutral. “Can you come into Cassie’s bedroom?”

  “You finished already?” There was a hint of amusement in her voice, thinking he was done with Cassie. Oh, he wasn’t done with her. Not now, not ever. He felt shocked at that realization and mentally shook it off.

  “Not yet. I need your help. That is if you don’t mind a little hands-on action.” He’d give her the option.

  Sasha hesitated. “Er, okay. Be right in.”

  Ian disconnected the call and watched Cassie. She opened her mouth but snapped it shut when he gave her a reprimanding look. This type of relationship required trust, so she’d have to trust him to see to their pleasure. He preferred no one else look at her like this, but since Cassie was comfortable with Sasha seeing her exposed, he could use Sasha for what he needed.

  He heard Cassie’s bedroom door open and saw her head crane around to look at Sasha. She didn’t come into view.

  “Keep your eyes on me, baby.”

  Cassie reluctantly looked at him, and he figured Sasha was trying to communicate with Cassie without his knowledge. The fact Sasha was probably trying to make sure Cassie was all right with this made him respect her friend a little more.

  Sasha walked to the side of the bed, displaying a sense of sexual prowess that seemed a little forced to be fully true. “My, my, my, I do declare that is one big cock, Mr. Cope.”

  He stroked it, not taking his eyes off his possession. What Sasha thought of him didn’t matter. He was only focused on the goddess on the bed. “Cassie has been a bad little girl. I need you to see to her punishment.”

  Cassie’s eyes flickered to Sasha and back to the screen. “Baby, I told you to keep your eyes on me. You’re already gonna be spanked for letting another person see you like this. You don’t want extra lashes for disobedience.”

  Sasha laughed. “You want me to spank her for surprising you?” At that, he looked at Sasha, and she was shaking her head. “You’re a coldhearted bastard.” She stuck her tongue out, licking her lips, and cocked her head to the side. “Or one kinky son of a bitch.”

  He winked at her and turned his attention back to Cassie. No way in hell was he seriously punishing her for doing this for him. He just wanted to push her a little, see if she’d let him call the shots. It wasn’t as if he was there and could unleash his dominance himself. God, he’d give anything to be the person marking her ass. He’d just have to live vicariously through Sasha right now. “Use your hand, Sasha. Don’t stop until I tell you to.”

  She threw Cassie a look of you asked for this and landed the first blow. Cassie yelped and twisted her body but didn’t take her eyes off Ian.

  “Stay still, baby.” Sasha swatted Cassie again, and she complied. “Good girl,” he murmured.

  Seeming to accept what she was actually doing, Sasha released a barrage of smacks, alternating cheeks. Ian groaned, fisting his cock while he watched Cassie whimpering with panting breaths. Her face was flushed, eyes glazed with arousal.

  And Sasha kept them coming, driving up his and Cassie’s desire. He couldn’t take much more of this.

  “Enough,” he ordered. “You can leave.”

  Without preamble, Sasha walked away, and he heard the door shut.

  “You know how fucking hot that was watching a woman spank what’s mine?”

  She groaned, her legs parting, the evidence of her arousal coating her thighs.

  “Roll over and show me your ass.”

  Cassie moved around, and when her buttocks came into view, he growled at how beautiful it looked. The rosy blooms of Sasha’s handprint inflamed Cassie’s backside. Jesus, he wanted to feel the heat coming off it.

  “Lie on your back and spread your legs for me, baby.”

  As she struggled to get supine, he opened the browser that contained the controls to her dildo. Once she was in position, Ian selected the lowest setting, watching her hips wiggle as she took what he dished out. He played with her, leaving it on the lowest setting for a while, listening to her murmurs of approval because it felt good, of protest since he wouldn’t up the intensity. He rubbed his cock harder, faster as he watched her writhe on the bed. Then he upped the setting and she squealed.

  “Oh God, Ian.”

  “You like that, baby?”

  He knew he did. He didn’t give her a chance to answer. He increased it again, watching her get closer to her orgasm. A few seconds later, she shouted, “I’m gonna come!”

  He turned off the device and she gasped in confusion, looking around the room and then settling her gaze on him. She pouted as her head fell back to the pillow.

  “You’ll come when I’m ready for you to, Cassie.”

  He continued his torment of her. And his torment of himself, because by denying her climax he was denying his. He brought her to the edge and yanked her back several times over the next hour. He’d worked his cock with the same torturous action, enduring the pain of his near orgasms for the pleasure he would finally achieve when they went over together.

  When she was a
blubbering, sensitive mess, ready to go off as soon as he tried changing his ministrations, she was the most beautiful thing he’d even seen. His own body was overheated, heart racing, sweat pouring down his face, chest. He’d have thought he was beyond any cognitive processes, but seeing her spread before him, he couldn’t help but think he wanted to be with her. Not only possess her in reality but cherish her, love her.

  He groaned at the bombardment of emotions swarming him and hit the highest setting on Cassie’s vibrator as he pumped his cock with relentless abandon. He barely registered her crying out his name over the roar of the blood rushing in his head. He shouted his own release and shivered at how painful the pleasure actually was. His orgasm went on forever, and when it finally ebbed, he shut off the vibrator and slumped over, spent.

  He was losing himself to her, and he had no idea what to do about that.

  Chapter Eight

  Cassie stepped out of the supply closet Monday afternoon with her phone in hand, trying to suppress her heavy panting.

  “Looking for new pens?” Sasha asked from behind Cassie, and she whirled.

  “Um, er, I, ah.”

  Her phone buzzed and she looked guiltily at it.

  “Oh my God! You were having phone sex in the supply room?” Sasha whispered. “I swear you two are like rabbits.”

  She was right. But after Cassie’s surprise Friday night, something had changed in this thing between Ian and her. He hadn’t wanted to disconnect after their mind-blowing sex. Sasha had freed Cassie before escaping, but then she and Ian had stayed up half the night talking. They’d spent the weekend chatting online, talking on the phone and even having a movie night last night. They’d both watched the same movie on HBO, ate popcorn and talked the evening away before submerging themselves in heated passion well into the night. They’d had lots of sex over the weekend, but it was different, more emotional.

  “For goodness’ sake, you haven’t even kissed the man!” Sasha all but laughed. “I can’t get into a relationship with a guy without knowing if he’s a good kisser.”