Their Famous Dominant (Office Intrigue, 4)

by Nicole Edwards

  As for me, this was the point where I knew nothing else mattered except taking care of my Master.

  I had to admit, it wasn’t easy to pay attention to anything when one of the most beautiful women in the entire world was sitting naked, only a short distance away. It had been hell not to look at her while Master was laying out his expectations. I wanted nothing more than to pull her into my arms and get lost in her sweet, soft curves for a while. Needless to say, having spent two weeks getting intimately acquainted with her hadn’t been nearly enough to sate me.

  “The last time we were here, when I finished my call to hear the two of you enjoying yourselves without me, I opted to give the two of you some privacy when I heard what was taking place in my bed.”

  I probably blushed far more than any man should, but I’d never been in a relationship in which things of this nature were discussed so openly. I couldn’t hide the way my body reacted to Master’s words.

  “Since I didn’t get the pleasure of watching, I’d like you to do a reenactment. But first, I’d like for you to tell me what it was the two of you were doing, boy.”

  Aw, damn. Of course he would put me on the spot.

  “Well, we woke up,” I began as I searched my brain for the events of that morning. “Clarissa was in my arms, her head resting on my chest. She asked where you were, then I asked if she would mind if I … kissed her.”

  “Where did he ask to kiss you, sunshine?”

  Her breath hitched, her attention fully on Master. I could see by the flush of her skin that she was as affected by this as I was. Master, however, seemed completely unaffected by the nature of our conversation.

  “He asked if he could kiss me … there,” she said softly, a slight tremble in her voice.

  “Where?” Master asked, his tone firm.

  “My pussy.”

  Fuck.

  Hearing her say that made my dick firm up quickly. I was already semi-hard just being on display with Clarissa beside me, but hearing that word from her lips had my cock rock hard in an instant.

  “Did you enjoy what Troy did to you, pet?”

  “I did.” Her eyes cut over to me briefly. “Very, very much.” She turned back to Master and grinned. “However, you could’ve been a part of it if you hadn’t snuck out of bed that morning.”

  To my surprise, Master chuckled. “Duly noted. I have done better since, no?”

  “Yes, Master. So much better,” she teased.

  Master motioned toward the couch. “But since I wasn’t there that time, you can show me now. Pretend I’m not even here.”

  It wasn’t like it was difficult to put my hands on Clarissa, and the moment I did, everything else seemed to fall away. Mostly. My train of thought derailed when her soft lips grazed mine. Clarissa was sweet and eager, shifting as I cupped the back of her head. There was no strategy or grace involved as I moved over her. She was so warm, so soft. I wanted to take my time, to explore her again the way I had that morning, but my body was on fire. If I’d thought that morning was incredible, having Master watching us only stoked the flames, making it hotter than I’d thought possible.

  For several minutes, I let myself get reacquainted with her lips, her tongue, the way her body fit under mine. And Clarissa certainly wasn’t playing a mere bystander. Her hands were on me, sliding over my back, down to my ass, squeezing, pulling, a hint of desperation in her movements. She was kissing me like a woman who hadn’t been kissed in forever. I never wanted it to end, but I was eager to get my mouth on her pussy again.

  Remembering that we were reenacting that scene, I lifted my head to stare down into her eyes.

  “I need to taste you. I want to feel your clit against my tongue.”

  Clarissa moaned, her hands reaching for my hair as I started trailing kisses down her body, pausing briefly to tease her nipples into hard points. By the time I was settled between her thighs, she was moaning, her hand fisted in my hair.

  “Troy … oh, God!”

  I didn’t waste any time, fusing my mouth to her sweet pussy. I sucked her smooth skin into my mouth, loving the way she gripped my hair more firmly, urging me where she wanted me to go. When I flicked my tongue against her clit, Clarissa’s back bowed.

  “How does it feel, pet?”

  Master’s voice spurred me on. I wanted Clarissa to tell him it was the best she’d ever had.

  “So good, Master. His tongue … the way he licks me…” A breathy, satisfied moan escaped her. “I want to come in his mouth.”

  Fucking hell.

  “Tell him, sunshine,” Master instructed. “Tell him what you need.”

  “Troy … I…” She squealed when I suckled her clit between my lips and began flicking it ruthlessly with my tongue. I wanted to push her over the edge, to bring her the same pleasure she brought me simply by breathing.

  “Tell him,” Master demanded.

  “Make me come, Troy.” Her hand fisted tighter as she squeezed my head with her thighs. “Oh, God! Troy! Make me come!”

  That was my end goal and I felt a strange sensation course through me when she screamed my name, her clit pulsing against my tongue as she flooded my mouth with her sweetness.

  The first time had been perfect, this time—with Master watching so intently—had surpassed that by infinity.

  TWENTY-EIGHT

  Clarissa

  I KNEW FOR A FACT I could go weeks without any sort of sexual stimulation. I’d done it for so long I’d gotten used to it.

  However, I found that when I was with Trent and Troy, I was eager for them to touch me in any way they wanted. A good thing considering they both enjoyed it immensely. For the past two weeks, I’d experienced a little of everything, relishing those sweet touches as much as the erotic ones.

  And though I was desperate for Trent to play a part in this erotic encounter, I was content that he was watching us. It was obvious he was completely engaged in what was taking place in front of him. Eyes focused, body relaxed, breathing slightly elevated. He was enjoying himself.

  I was still coming down from that incredible orgasm when Trent’s phone rang, interrupting the pleasurable moment. Troy moved over me, and I turned my attention to him when Trent answered the call.

  “Hey, Zeke. Can you give me just a second?” Trent didn’t wait for a response before stabbing a button on the phone—I assumed it was the mute button—and turning his full attention to us. “While I take this call, I want you to ride him, sunshine. But I expect to be able to see you.”

  I didn’t have a chance to say anything before he resumed his conversation. Since I didn’t need any prompting, I focused all my attention on Troy. He was warm and hard and so damn sexy.

  “Come here, baby,” Troy crooned, grabbing my hand and helping me to sit up.

  I don’t know where it came from, but Troy produced a condom before taking a seat on the couch and pulling me down so that I was straddling him. For whatever reason, Troy was still using condoms when we had sex, although Trent and I had forgone them a while ago. It wasn’t something we’d discussed up to this point, although I was dying to feel him inside me without it.

  His mouth found mine and I was lost in his kiss, aware of the man on the phone, the one watching us intently.

  “I fucking love being inside you, baby,” Troy whispered when we broke for air. “Lodged to the hilt in your pussy.”

  I loved that Troy was so vocal during our interludes. I’d always been turned on by dirty talk and he wasn’t scared to tell me everything that was on his mind.

  “Put the condom on me,” he instructed, his voice low so that it wouldn’t be heard by the person Trent was talking to. “Then turn around and face Master while you let me fuck that sweet pussy.”

  If he wasn’t careful, Troy was going to make me come with his words alone.

  I took the condom from him, but I didn’t immediately roll it on.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice soft.

  I met his gaze. “Do we have to use this
? I mean, you’ve seen my test results and I’ve seen yours. Plus, I’m on birth control.”

  He seemed completely shocked by the question.

  Feeling somewhat foolish for assuming he’d been waiting for me to bring it up, I shook my head. “Never mind. I’ll—”

  Troy stilled my hand when I went to roll the condom over his rigid erection.

  “I would give anything to be inside you bare,” he said in a harsh whisper.

  His words turned my insides to mush. I ditched the condom before turning so that I was facing Trent. Troy gripped my hips in his big hands and pulled me down on him, impaling me on his cock. I sucked air into my lungs, trying not to cry out, cognizant of the fact Trent was on the phone and Zeke would undoubtedly hear me.

  Not that I really cared.

  Trent’s eyes dropped, focused between my legs as I sank down on Troy’s cock. He felt so good, so big, so perfect. And the lack of barrier only made it all the better. He brushed all those sensitive nerve endings that were excited by the prospect of being fucked by him.

  “That’s it, baby,” Troy whispered as he pulled me against him, my back to his chest. His arm came around me, holding me tightly while he shifted his hips, rocking up into me. “You’re so hot. So wet.” He growled softly. “Fuck, I could get used to this.”

  Trent’s gaze was hot, but he never missed a beat, continuing his conversation.

  “Yeah. If you can take care of that, I think we’re set,” Trent said. “Just make sure it’s all done before Friday night. I want everything to be perfect.”

  I couldn’t focus on what Trent was saying because Troy’s hands were cupping my breasts as he continued to impale me. I wasn’t doing any of the work, simply relaxing against him while he fucked me leisurely. It felt so good my eyes threatened to cross.

  Trent never looked away and I found myself meeting his gaze, holding it. I wondered what was going through his mind. What it did to him to see his submissives fucking each other. It was evident he was turned on by it. I could see the outline of his cock through his slacks. He was hard, but he seemed to be ignoring his body’s reaction.

  I wanted him to join us.

  In fact, I wanted him to hang up the phone, instruct me to turn around so that he could fuck my ass at the same time Troy fucked my pussy. I don’t know what they’d done to me these past couple of weeks, but I felt freer than I ever had. Available to let my emotions go, to simply feel. It was a heady feeling, for sure.

  “Thanks, Zeke. Text me when everything’s in place.”

  While our eyes were locked together, Trent disconnected the call and set his phone on the table beside him.

  “Fuck him, sunshine. You’re in control of his pleasure and yours.”

  Placing my feet on the sofa cushion, I used my legs to lift me up before dropping back down onto Troy’s cock. Oh, damn, that felt good. The moan that escaped me reflected the pleasure coursing through my body.

  “Fuck, baby,” Troy groaned, his hands gripping my hips as he guided me up and down. “Yes. Just like that.”

  “How does it feel?” Trent asked. “Do you like me watching while you fuck him?”

  “Yes, Master,” I admitted on a breathless moan. “So much.”

  I wasn’t going to last. There was no way. I needed this more than anything, to feel one of them inside me. While I enjoyed foreplay, this was what I craved. Being filled by them.

  My momentum slowed naturally because I was so caught up in the sensation.

  “Fuck him,” Trent demanded, his tone heated.

  He was definitely affected.

  “Make yourself come on his cock, pet. I want to watch you come for him.”

  With Troy’s help, I began fucking him in earnest. Lifting and lowering on his cock until my thigh muscles were screaming. It wasn’t an easy position, but it felt too good to stop.

  “Don’t make me tell you again, pet,” Trent stated gruffly. “I want to watch you come.”

  Yeah. That did it.

  Trent’s gruff words combined with Troy’s delicious cock fucking me so insistently, they were a deadly combination. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I could feel the electricity building inside me, coiling deep in my womb. I kept my eyes locked with Trent’s until I felt my orgasm detonate. At that point, I closed my eyes, dropped my head back, and cried out Troy’s name. He followed right behind me, his cock pulsing inside me as he came.

  When it was all over, I was breathless and sated, my muscles far too weak to move.

  I finally opened my eyes to find Trent staring at me. There was something in his gaze, something I’d never seen before. It was strange, making my insides warm.

  While I would’ve welcomed him inside my body, I knew Trent was holding back. He wouldn’t be joining us. He was merely content to watch. It was something I’d learned about him. Trent Ramsey was a voyeur and it seemed he was intent to turn Troy and me into exhibitionists.

  I certainly didn’t mind.

  Trent

  CLARISSA WAS THE SEXIEST WOMAN I’d ever laid eyes on. When she opened up, allowing herself to experience the pleasure of the moment, she was breathtaking.

  Even now, as I walked into the Chatter PR Global offices, I couldn’t stop thinking about how beautiful she’d been last night fucking Troy right before my very eyes.

  From the moment my eyes opened this morning, my brain had been running a million miles a minute. My first instinct was still to launch out of bed and get my day started, but I was learning. My submissives were keeping me in line, reminding me time and again that I needed to slow down, to enjoy. So, rather than jump out of bed, I’d curled around Clarissa, running my hands over her until she woke. At that point, I’d pulled my sleepy submissive beneath me and sunk deep inside her warm, wet pussy. I found I enjoyed those times. When we weren’t playing, simply being.

  Now that I was in the office, my brain was back on track, ready to knock out as many things on my to-do list as possible. I had spent several hours on the phone already, bouncing back and forth between my lawyer and McKenna as I attempted to take care of the media frenzy. Then I’d had lunch with Landon and Langston to discuss how we wanted to proceed with the new venture. Since it was only two o’clock, there were still plenty of working hours left in the day.

  I tried to tell myself this was more important than locking myself away with my submissives. In a way, it was. This was my livelihood. It paid the bills and allowed me to continue the lifestyle I’d become accustomed to. Namely my clubs. But I was having a hard time focusing and I think the woman I was meeting with realized it.

  “Is it safe to assume you’re preoccupied?” a sweet voice sounded from behind me.

  I turned to see Jane Fellows walking toward me. Known to many as Mistress Jane, the woman had an air of authority about her that often seemed impenetrable. I’d gotten to know Jane in the past year, becoming close with the intimidating Mistress.

  “Good afternoon,” I greeted kindly, kissing her cheek when she was close enough. “Thanks for agreeing to meet with me.”

  I motioned toward one of the chairs at the conference table. I was once again utilizing the Chatter PR Global offices to take care of a few things. In an hour, I was set to meet with Langston, who would be showing me one of the vacant floors in the building, which I was looking to buy for the talent agency’s home base.

  “I’ve heard quite a few rumors about you today,” Jane said with a playful grin. “It seems you’ve captured quite the audience with your recent endeavors.”

  My eyes shot over to Clarissa and Troy, who were sitting on the far side of the room, laptop and iPad in hand. They’d been with me all day, their newly acquired bodyguards now stationed outside the doors.

  Jane’s eyes followed mine before returning. “I have to admit, I never saw this coming.”

  “What’s that?” I asked, feigning ignorance.

  “You. Falling in love.”

  I wasn’t going to dispute it even if I hadn’t yet said the words aloud. I car
ed greatly for Clarissa and Troy, wanted to spend every waking moment with them even, but I was having a damn hard time voicing it.

  To be fair, I was greatly skeptical about the notion, despite the fact that most of my friends had already settled down and started their families. Being in the world of Hollywood stars, I saw far too many relationships crumble and I wasn’t sure it was something I was cut out for.

  Didn’t mean I didn’t have every intention of spending the rest of my life with them.

  “Thank you, dear,” Jane said when Luci brought her a bottle of water. When Luci slipped out of the room, Jane’s attention turned back to me. “By tomorrow morning, I suspect you’ll be on the cover of every nationally published magazine.”

  “Won’t be the first time. Doubtfully the last, either.”

  “No publicity is bad publicity, right?” Her slick red lips pulled into a smile.

  The woman was one of those who drew attention wherever she went. At roughly five feet tall, she could’ve been the type who faded into the crowd. Not Jane. She was always front and center, her dominating personality speaking far louder than her words. At the club, she had a penchant for large men. It was interesting to watch as she brought those men to their knees.

  “How are your pets handling the press?” Jane asked.

  “It’s not easy, but we’re taking it one day at a time.”

  She took a sip of water. “I know from experience they can be rather harsh.”

  “Experience?” Now we were finally getting to the topic at hand.

  Jane smiled. “I worked for a Big Five publisher, Trent. I was involved in the careers of some high-profile authors. Not to mention, I was quoted a few times for things I’d said in passing. Nothing scandalous, but I’ve been on the receiving end of a pissed-off reporter. They can be brutal when they’re trying to make a point. Is it true your agent hired people to break into their homes?”