Tied to the Boss
Sierra Summers
Anything can happen at the annual Valentine’s Day Ball, where the decadence of the ballroom pales in comparison to the sinful events behind the scenes. For Penny, that means experiencing her secret desire—two men at once and twice the pleasure. She never expected it would be so mind-blowing, or that one of the men would turn out to be Dante. Her boss.
From the moment he saw Penny enter the room, Dante had to have her. He’s wanted her since high school, and even though he knows he shouldn’t indulge in an interoffice affair, his passion for Penny burns too hot to be denied. For now, he’ll share her with his best friend Andrew. But eventually he plans to claim her all for himself…
Inside Scoop: This romance features a big and beautiful heroine who engages in some light bondage with two sexy alpha males.
A Romantica® contemporary erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
Tied to the Boss
Sierra Summers
Dedication
To my wonderful and supportive writing partner VJ. Thanks for being there. And to Tawny Taylor, who always says the right thing.
Chapter One
Penny Lane gave her overcoat to the coat-check girl and took her claim ticket, then opened her rhinestone-studded clutch and tossed it inside. She rubbed her icy hands together, trying to gather some warmth. February in Michigan could be brutal and tonight was no different.
Even the foyer of Deidre’s annual Valentine’s Day Ball couldn’t escape the bitter winds, and Penny shivered in her long gown. She looked at the white ornate doors leading to the party and knew that inside real warmth awaited her, but she moseyed up to the small bar just outside the ballroom and joined her best friend Wendy.
“Deidre outdid herself this year,” the tall, curvaceous brunette commented.
It was true. Every year the ball drew a larger crowd and this year it had been moved to the elegant Tanner Temple. Penny had never been to the Tanner before but had heard enough stories over the years to know how expensive and exclusive the place was.
Normally her job as an executive assistant would preclude an invitation to such exclusive events but Deidre had been one of her closest friends since high school.
“Champagne?” a gorgeous shirtless waiter asked. Penny accepted the tall flute filled with pale-gold liquid and smiled.
“Oh my God, he is so hot,” Wendy cooed as the waiter sauntered away, the muscles in his arms and back making him look like stunning sculpture. In true Deidre style, the waiters were all well-muscled and bronzed.
“Yes, he is, but there are a lot more like him on the other side of that door.” Penny sipped from her glass. She was in the mood to play this evening.
“I know, and they all love curvy girls like us,” Wendy purred, touching her glass to Penny’s.
She’d waited all year for this particular event. To an outsider it was another fancy ball, but those invited knew differently. This night was the chance to fulfill fantasies, from kissing a stranger to more sensual activities. Her thighs quivered as she imagined what awaited her through the door.
She’d been on a dry streak for longer than she wanted to admit. Sure, it was mostly self-imposed, but only because she refused to compromise on what she truly desired. She no longer wanted the quiet, shy kind of lover she usually attracted. No, she wanted a self-assured, take-charge kind of man to drive her insane with lust. She was tired of faking her orgasms and only achieving them with her battery-operated boyfriend.
“You look great, by the way.” Wendy’s voice dragged her back to the present.
“Thanks. You look beautiful too.”
Wendy shrugged. “I’m lucky I found this dress.”
What a dress it was. Wendy was gorgeous in her short, fire-engine-red silk sheath. Her short brown hair was blown straight and the style highlighted her strong cheekbones.
Penny felt beautiful as well. She wasn’t used to wearing such a formfitting dress, but the moment she’d seen the baby-blue gown, she’d known it belonged to her.
The bodice was cut low and showed just enough cleavage to entice. Blue and white rhinestones covered the front and back of the sleeveless bodice. She’d curled her long chestnut hair and piled it on top of her head, accentuating the style with tiny crystals. Stray curls drifted along her jawline, almost tickling, but not quite.
Yeah, she felt damn good about how she looked.
“I’m ready.” She smiled, turning toward the door. Wendy grabbed and held it as they entered the main ballroom.
The scenery took her breath away. The walls were covered in white satin and blue velvet. A statue of David was life-sized and carved in ice. Penny could have sworn the real statue’s cock wasn’t as large but that only added to the magnificence of the piece. Endless bottles of wine and champagne flanked both sides of the table, with several waiters ready to refill empty glasses.
A large table filled with succulent foods lined one side of the room. Gold silk ropes hung from the ceiling, attached to gold bars. Scantily clad women were suspended from trapezes, posing in seemingly impossible sexual positions while swinging.
The lighting was low but she could see clearly. There was a large dance area and plenty of seating but the back of the ballroom captured her attention.
An open doorway framed in pale-blue lights beckoned. The play area was specially designed for those who wished to take their flirtations to another level.
Deidre ensured that every guest had been completely vetted prior to invitation. Everyone knew the rules—safe, sane and consensual play—and anyone who broke them suffered the consequences.
Penny trusted her good friend and always loved participating in an evening of sexual games. Most of the encounters were for the night only but more than a few couples ended up in meaningful relationships that lasted a lifetime.
This was the first event she’d come to in over two years, though they were held several times throughout the year. After her wicked breakup with Paul six months ago, she hadn’t wanted to go out, and work had been a bear. Her company’s new CEO, Dante Parker, was a slave driver and expected everyone to be at his beck and call. The hefty raise he’d given his employees helped ease the pain a little but sometimes she resented the hell out of him.
She didn’t work directly for him; she worked for his personal assistant Kale, who was determined to prove her worth. Her normally calm, cool friend had turned into a nightmare on heels but Penny ignored most of Kale’s mood swings. She couldn’t imagine the amount of pressure Dante put on her.
The past that Penny and Dante shared, but that he didn’t remember, gave her other reasons for needing time away from work, but she wasn’t about to ruin the evening wallowing in memories.
Two men approached the women. Both were handsome, one blond, the other dark. Wendy smiled as the one with the olive complexion and blinding-white smile stopped in front of her. He offered her his hand and they took off to the dance floor.
She looked back and winked. “Catch you later, Penny.”
“Penny, is it?” the blond asked. He took her wrist and brought it to his perfectly sculpted lips. It felt as if she’d been branded by fire.
“And you are?” she asked.
Brilliant green eyes sparkled beneath a fringe of to-die-for lashes. “Andrew. Andrew Dawson. Would you like to dance?”
He didn’t wait for her reply, looping her arm through his and leading her to the dance floor. The music was slow and lazy and set the pace. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close. His hand settled dangerously close to her ass and she reveled in the sensation of being held by such a strong, gorgeous man.
He was truly beautiful, the model kind of beautiful, his skin perfectly tanned and smooth as butter. His chisele
d cheeks and square chin were topped off with a haphazard hairstyle. He made Penny wet.
Planting her hand flat along his hard chest, she shuddered. He moved her in a small circle, pressing the small of her back so there was no mistaking what had grown hard against her belly.
“You’re a striking woman,” he whispered. His breath smelled like hot cinnamon and she definitely wanted a taste.
Rising a little on her toes, she brushed a kiss to his lips, running her mouth back and forth. She tried to move back down but he held her still.
“You can’t just tease a man like that and stop.” His mouth traveled over hers, his tongue in the lead.
She opened to him immediately and moaned. He did taste like cinnamon as he stroked her tongue with his. She wanted to swallow him up but he was determined to keep the kiss long and drawn out. By the time his mouth left hers, she was breathless and ready to drag him to the floor.
Neither of them said anything as he pulled her to his chest and they continued the dance. Penny reveled in the heat he produced as well as the tingling that rolled down her spine.
After two more slow, torturous dances, they stopped. “So, would you like to explore?”
She knew exactly what he meant and he wasn’t talking about the tables filled with food. “Oh yeah.”
She giggled. He didn’t wait for any further reply as he led her to the back of the ballroom. He guided her through a set of heavy blue-velvet curtains. The dimly lit room was lined with plump couches where several couples sat. Some were talking, others kissing and still others were getting down and dirty.
He walked down the open hallway and stopped in front of a door. Penny held her breath. While she’d kissed other men before on the couches, even getting in some heavy-duty petting, she’d rarely entered the small private rooms provided at the events. No matter where the parties were held, Deirdre always made sure there were exclusive areas where couples could enjoy more intimate play.
The room, like the hallway, was backlit but still dark.
Andrew grabbed her wrists. “I want you.” His sensual voice wrapped around her like pure velvet. His hands glided up her arms with deliberate wicked slowness until they reached the tops of her shoulders. His thumbs stroked over her collarbone. “Tell me, Penny, have you ever dreamed of making love with two men?”
At first she was dumbstruck, then she thought about it and the truth was she had indeed fantasized about being with two men. Even the idea of being touched by both hotties had her pussy aching.
He squeezed her gently. “Tell me,” he commanded, his tone driving straight through her tummy.
“Yes. Yes I have.” Did she really just say that?
“And what do you fantasize about when you think of it?”
“I imagine one man behind me, cupping my breasts.” Oh shit, was that her voice purring?
“Is the other one in front of you touching you between your thighs?”
She nodded.
He laughed. “Perfect.”
Another presence moved behind her. A separate pair of hands wrapped around her waist, bathing her back in heat.
Andrew caressed her face. “It’s your choice, beautiful. You can say no at any time, but if you choose my friend and me, we’ll give you more pleasure than you can dream of.”
His hot breath whispered across her cheek, crawling up her neck. The other set of hands slid up her sides and back down. She turned her head to allow Andrew access to the sensitive skin of her throat. His tongue snaked out to lave the vulnerable flesh.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, I want this.”
He stepped back. “Wonderful. We only have one request, and that is to blindfold you.”
“Why do I need to be blindfolded?”
“I want you blindfolded. It will enhance your other senses and heighten the experience. I promise you’ll enjoy not knowing when and where you’re going to be touched.” His fingertips skimmed across the bodice of her dress. Her nipples were so hard they ached. “So what shall it be?”
He was giving her an out but Penny wasn’t about to walk out the door, not with her body on fire. She wanted to know the touch of two men. Wanted to know if Andrew and his mystery friend could fulfill the promise of pleasure he’d made.
Penny placed her hands on the ones moving up and down her rib cage, locking fingers with the stranger and leaning against him.
Andrew looked behind her. “I guess we have our answer.” He removed a handkerchief from his suit pocket and placed it over her eyes, tying it securely behind her head.
The hands on her flanks moved to the back of her dress. She shivered as the zipper slid down. As each inch of her skin was revealed, goose bumps rose on her flesh.
Andrew quickly pulled the front of her dress down. The moment the cool air hit her breasts, her nipples puckered even tighter.
“Damn, buddy, she has the most perfect nipples,” Andrew whispered. Penny cried out as she was turned around.
The other man latched on to one breast, covering it with his tongue, surrounding her nipple and pulling it deeply into his mouth before flicking it. She reached out blindly and found a thick head of hair. She threaded her fingers through it and held on tight. His tongue was pure silk and he licked back and forth over one nipple before moving to the next.
Behind her, Andrew pulled her dress to the floor. “No panties? You’re a bad girl, Penny.” He laughed. He covered her ass, squeezing and rubbing before running his finger down the crack between her cheeks. She let out a yelp as the tip of his finger delved a little deeper and touched her tight entrance.
“Bad girls get spankings.” The quick slap to her ass startled her but the slight sting was hot and the heat spread as he rubbed the spot.
Before she could react, her mystery lover pulled her other nipple deeply in his mouth. He nipped and bit. The surprise of his teeth pinching her was a lightning rod to her already sensitized skin. Immediately he soothed her breasts with his tongue. She loved the dual sensations. Both men had given her a taste of pain, only to ease it with a stroke of their touch or mouths.
His palm tickled along her belly and moved between her thighs. In other circumstances she might have been embarrassed by how wet she was. But here there were no reasons to worry. In the dark her wiggles and jiggles didn’t show. Her pale stretch marks were invisible and she felt like the most desirable woman on the planet.
A long finger pushed through her wet folds and circled her clit. If Andrew hadn’t been behind her, Penny’s knees would have buckled as the mystery man inserted a second finger in and traced her entrance.
Emboldened, she ran her fingers down the front of him, sliding farther down his torso until she encountered his rigid cock straining beneath his dress pants. Andrew pushed up against her and ground his impressive erection in the small of her back.
“You’re so damn soft, so hot and ready. Are you ready for us?” Andrew’s wicked tongue licked her ear before he took a sharp nip.
Her unknown lover gripped her wrist and helped her move down his zipper. She reached inside, finding velvety hard flesh. He hissed and bit her nipple harder. Behind her she heard the rip of a foil packet and Andrew’s retreat as he rolled on a condom. Andrew grasped her ass cheeks and pulled them open, giving him easy access to her pussy.
His cock moved in and she spread her thighs wider to allow him full entry.
“Mmm… That’s good, open for me,” Andrew said. Guiding himself into her, he pushed slow and easy until his thick mushroom head filled her pussy. He licked her throat and along her shoulders. “I can’t believe how fucking wet you are.” He thrust forward, stuffing her completely. He stroked in and out, creating a burning rhythm.
She skimmed up and down the shaft of the mystery man in front of her. He bucked his hips in tandem with her movements. She’d never experienced such empowerment in her entire life. One man was fucking her, smooth and deep, while the other rubbed her clit and kept his mouth on her breasts, never letting go of one nipple long enough
for her to keep her breath. It was an exercise in euphoria and she was bound and determined to enjoy every single second of it.
“Damn, woman, you’re so tight,” Andrew ground out between clenched teeth. He increased the pace. “My friend, you wouldn’t believe how soft she is. She’s fucking squeezing me like a vise.” Andrew dug into her waist and pumped harder. He slapped her ass more firmly with each successive thrust.
She tightened her grip around the other man’s cock and worked it, matching the rhythm Andrew set. The room echoed as the three of them moaned and cried out. Andrew whispered dirty little words that only took Penny higher as he dared her to come.
The man in front of her removed her hand from his cock and she no longer felt his presence. It lasted only for a second before his hot breath blew across her thighs. He opened her pussy wide and smacked her bare flesh. Her shock melted away when his wet, hot tongue stroked over her tight clit.
“Oh yes!” she screamed as he continued to torture her. He licked around her clit before sucking it deeply into his mouth. His teeth scraped her delicate bud to the point that tears threatened to flow from her eyes if he continued to torment her in such an exquisite way.
“Mmm… You like having that pussy licked. He’s lucky, eating all that sweet honey.”
Penny only managed a nod as Andrew grabbed her breast tight and she sank into the hot pleasure enveloping her.
“Want to come, pretty lady?” Andrew asked, tweaking her nipple.
“Dear God, yes.” She was panting.
“You have to ask, sweetness.” He stopped moving and, at the same time, the stranger stopped licking her pussy.
“Please, can I come?” She didn’t care; she’d say anything to keep both men playing with her.
“Good girl.” Andrew took off at a blistering pace while the stranger at her feet licked her clit over and over.
Every nerve in her body was on fire as they drove her further and deeper into bliss. She urged them on with words of her own, begging and pleading for completion.
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