by Jenika Snow
“You should be reprimanded for being late.” He dipped his gaze down to my mouth, and I involuntarily licked my lips. A deep groan left him, my pussy creaming even more in response. I clenched my thighs together, the arousal so pronounced I had a hard time breathing.
“Reprimand me?” There was no point in acting like I had my shit together, like I wasn’t completely lost in Jareth. What was the point of pretending when he could read me better than I could probably read myself?
“Disciplinary action should be taken,” he said and stepped closer to me so that our bodies were only an inch apart.
“And what would that be?” My voice was no more than a whisper—a very aroused, erotic whisper.
“I don’t know, Sofie. Maybe I should just show you instead of tell you.”
I moaned softly after he spoke. I was hoping he would say something like that. Maybe he would withhold orgasm, spanking my ass until it was red and sore, or maybe he would make me suck him off, force me to swallow all his cum like a good little girl. God, the thoughts in my head would, could be my undoing, could have gotten me off right then and there.
But it was long moments before he said anything else. He didn’t even touch me, didn’t even make a move like he would. “Pull up your skirt and show me your panties.”
My heart was racing so hard and fast it was actually painful. “I’m not wearing panties.” God, was that my voice? It was sexy and sultry all in the same breath.
A deep grunt left him, and he moved another inch closer to me. “What a good girl you are.” He looked down at my mouth again. “Do what I say, Sofie.”
I reached down and grabbed the edge of my skirt, pulling up the material. It was a pencil design, formfitting, causing me to wiggle my hips in order to get the material up my thighs.
Once the fabric was above my hips, I watched as Jareth looked down to the area between my legs. I had thigh-high stockings on, the straps attached to a garter, the outfit I’d worn because I knew Jareth liked it, and because it made me feel sexy as hell.
“Spread your legs,” he said demandingly.
I did as he ordered, spreading my legs, the cool air moving along the most intimate part of me.
“You know I like how smooth your pussy is.”
I nodded. Although I waxed my pussy because I liked the way it felt, especially during sex.
“Turn around,” he said, and I did exactly that, looking over my shoulder and seeing his focus trained down. “Look at that ass. By the time you leave this office, you’ll be weak-kneed and begging me to fuck you, Sofie.”
I closed my eyes and rested my head on the wall, moaning softly. Yes. That’s exactly what I wanted.
“Turn around,” he ordered.
I did as he said.
For long moments, Jareth didn’t speak; he just stared at me, looked me in my eyes, the control he had over this situation evident. And although I was a strong woman in my own right, independent and successful, I couldn’t help but admit that having Jareth in control like this turned me on.
He lowered his gaze to my bare pussy, his face like stone, his breathing even. He had his desire and control in check; that was evident. But then again, he always did.
“I want you to touch yourself, to move your hand down to your pussy and spread your lips for me.”
My belly was hollowing in and out at his command, and I obeyed instantly. Moving my fingers down my belly, over the material of my skirt, and finally over my smooth mound, I stopped right before I fully touched myself.
“Be a good girl for me, baby,” he growled low.
Here he was, dressed impeccably, his hands still in the pockets of his slacks, his voice only showing the barest hint of arousal, and his gaze trained right on my pussy.
He acted so… in control. And I felt anything but.
I touched my clit at first, a small gasp leaving me. I moved a digit down my center, feeling how soaked I was, how wet my pussy was for Jareth.
“Show me more,” he demanded, but his voice was even.
I leaned my back against the wall, lifted my hips up slightly, and spread my lips wide so he could get a good look at me.
For a moment, he said nothing, didn’t move—hell, I didn’t even think he breathed.
“You’re so wet,” he said, and in that moment, he couldn’t hide the gruffness that laced his voice.
I shifted so I could dip my gaze to the crotch of his slacks, could see the massive outline of his erection pressing against the expensive, custom-tailored material, and I grew lightheaded.
“Rub your clit. I want you to almost get off, Sofie.” He looked into my eyes once more. “But you wait for me to give you permission to go over the edge.” There was a harsh growl in his voice. “I want you to take yourself almost there and then stop.”
Oh. God.
I started rubbing myself, closed my eyes, and just gave in to the pleasure.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
I forced myself to open my eyes and look into Jareth’s. He took a step forward, and I felt his body heat move against me. I parted my lips and gasped at the sensation, loving the feeling, wanting more. Needing it.
“Rub yourself faster,” he said softly and leaned his face in just an inch. I could feel his warm, peppermint-smelling breath against my lips and I moaned for more. “Harder, Sofie.”
A small cry spilled from me as I felt that peak coming closer, almost within reach. The light sheen of sweat started lining my spine, but in the back of my mind, I knew I couldn’t come, not without Jareth’s permission.
“I’m… so close.” I whispered those words harshly, pleading, begging with my eyes for him to give me what I wanted. But he said nothing, just stared at me, just made me continue to rub myself. I tried desperately, in vain, not to get off.
When I knew I couldn’t stop myself, couldn’t control it, his hand grabbed my wrist, stopping me. My inner muscles clenched, my orgasm right at the surface, threatening to spill over, to disobey Jareth’s orders. He was breathing harder, his arousal evident now no matter how much he tried to control it.
We stared into each other’s eyes, and I could feel the hard outline of his cock against my thigh. He pressed his dick against me a little firmer, dry humping himself against me... using me like I wanted.
But he was a master at control, at waiting. With his fingers wrapped around my wrist, he pulled my digits away from my clit, lifting my hand up so it was now between us. And still, he stared into my eyes as he opened his mouth and sucked those digits in.
I felt his tongue swirl around the pads, licking all my juices off, all of my arousal. I tried to clench my thighs together, but he had his knee wedged between them, forcing them to stay open, knowing what I wanted, needed, but denying me.
And God, did that turn me on even more.
When he was done sucking my fingers clean, he slipped them from his mouth, placed my hand over his cock, and then leaned in and kissed me. He shoved his tongue in my mouth, making me taste myself on him. I curled my fingers around his dick and rubbed him through his pants, wishing he’d come for me.
He had me on the verge of begging him to fuck me right here, right now.
But he broke the kiss far too soon, took a step back, and left me feeling bereft.
“Next time, you’ll be on time, won’t you, sweet girl?”
I nodded.
“Next time, I’ll let you get that reward for being a good girl, Sofie.” I watched as he adjusted his cock and moved back behind his desk, sitting down, being the CEO he was. “If you’re a good girl the rest of the day, I’ll reward you tonight, baby girl.”
I slumped against the wall and moaned out my disappointment.
“Pull your skirt back down, right yourself, and get back to work.” Although his tone was demanding, authoritative, there was also gentleness to it.
And as I adjusted my skirt, my pussy and inner thighs soaked from my arousal, the discomfort a reminder of what I’d almost had, what Jareth had refused to g
ive me, I knew once we were alone, in his apartment, he’d give me everything I needed.
Everything I wanted.
Chapter Four
Sofie
I was sore, exhausted, but the pleasure I felt through every single cell of my body, every synapse, made me feel… alive. But I always felt like this after being with Ryker and Jareth.
They played my body like they were maestros and I was their orchestra.
I never felt more empowered than when I was with them. And it was for different reasons, different feelings.
I moved faster, my sneakers eating up the asphalt as I ran around the lake. This was lap two, but I wouldn’t stop until I was drenched in sweat, until my legs ached and my knees felt like pudding. Only then would I stop. Only then would I allow myself to take a break.
This was my day of not seeing them, my choice, my decision. I created the schedule, the routine. But it worked out for all of us, worked out so perfectly that we were all like a fluid machine.
I pumped my arms and legs harder. I passed a woman walking her dog, the Labrador barking at me, pulling on the leash. There was a woman with her child in a stroller, her cell phone pressed to her ear as she argued with someone.
I kept running, kept thinking about my men, how complicated but easy this all was. In a perfect world, I’d have both of them at the same time, not sexually, but where we didn’t have to split up the days, where we were all together.
I could picture one on each side of me as I held their hands and we walked around this very pond. Of course, we’d get looks, stares. There’d be whispers, assumptions. But to be honest, I didn’t care about any of that. I just wanted Ryker and Jareth in my life always.
It was selfish, I admitted, and a part of me felt guilty for that, for making them have to be okay with sharing because I didn’t want to let them go. But was I really making them do anything?
They were grown men, adults, and could make their own decisions about if they wanted to stay in this relationship or not, even if it was complicated at times, unorthodox, to say the least.
I was rounding my second lap when my music was interrupted by an incoming call. I slowed my pace to a jog and checked my phone, seeing it was my mom.
“Hi, Mom,” I said once I answered the call.
“Hi, honey. What are you doing?”
I panted. “Running.”
“Oh good. I thought I’d called during something else.”
I rolled my eyes and chuckled. “Mom, please don’t go there.”
“What? I mean, how am I supposed to know your schedule since you have Ryker and Jareth every other day?”
Oh my God. I slowed my run and started walking, not sure what to say, regretting even saying anything to my mom right from the beginning.
“Mom, we’re not fiends, good lord.” I snorted and shook my head.
“Well, excuse me.” My mom had a teasing note in her voice. “Besides, you know I’m just giving you a hard time. If I don’t do it, who will?”
I laughed softly. “I guess that’s true, but still, nobody wants to hear their mom even mention sex.” I internally cringed at the very thought of that. Although my mother and I were close, became even closer after my father left, my sexual life was not something we delved into. Or hers.
I walked half the pond as I listened to my mother talk about her new position at work, the garden party she’d gone to over the weekend, and how she learned to properly drink tea out of porcelain cups. Then she went into talking about how good the French macaroons were and how she was going to try to figure out how to make them this weekend.
“I wish you lived closer, honey. We could do all these things together.”
“Me too, Mom.”
After college, I’d moved closer to the city, but stayed right on the outskirts of it. It was a short drive to work, but still gave me a little more privacy than if I was right up in the thick of skyscrapers and shoulder-to-shoulder crowds.
Although it was only a five-hour drive to my mom, both of us were so busy that it meant there wasn’t a whole lot of time to commute back and forth.
But we tried to see each other at least once a month, sometimes once every two months if life was especially hectic.
But ever since her divorce from my cheating father, she’d made herself busy with garden parties, going on vacations with her friends, and just living her best life. It was like my father had been holding her back from who she really needed to be, and once he was out of the picture, she’d opened her wings and flown.
“So I was thinking of coming up for a visit next month, maybe having dinner with you, Ryker, and Jareth? I can make supper, maybe my pasta specialty? Maybe even bring someone?”
I froze. Bring someone? I wasn’t even about to delve into that right now.
I focused on visiting with her. I hadn’t seen my mom for almost two months now, and it was definitely time. Although she’d met Jareth before, we’d never actually sat down together… the four of us. In fact, it had never been Jareth, Ryker, and myself all in the same room at the same time. It wasn’t that I thought they wouldn’t get along, but I guess because it all seemed so… weird and unconventional?
I didn’t even know if that was the correct word to use, didn’t really know the rules on how this all played out. It wasn’t like I’d ever done this before. I’d only ever been with two men my entire life, and those were Ryker and Jareth. I was madly in love with both of them, so that’s why I was selfish as hell when it came to picking only one. That’s why I wouldn’t, couldn’t do it.
Although I knew the guys were fine with the way things were, having all of us in the room might seem weird. Would things be tense, awkward? Or maybe this was for the best. Maybe having all of us in the room would really shed light on if this triad relationship would actually work.
I guess there was only one way to find out, and that was to go through with this and hope shit didn’t hit the fan. Because the very thought of things not working out, of losing the two men who completed me fully, was too painful to even think about.
Chapter Five
Sofie
Ryker slipped his hand in mine as we walked past shops. I looked up at him, feeling a smile spread across my face. I loved it when my big, strong man did sweet little moments of PDA with me. Although I’d love to be in bed with him, his big body wrapped around mine, doing nothing but sexy stuff for the next three days as we got lost in pleasure, I couldn’t deny these mundane things we did were also pretty damn incredible.
He’d picked me up and surprised me with lunch at this brand new little bistro on the outskirts of town, and after that, we’d driven to the new ritzy shopping plaza. He wasn’t the type of guy who particularly liked being all social, especially at a mall, but I knew he’d taken me here because he remembered me talking about it a few months back. It was these little things that endeared me to him, that my hardened, biker boyfriend showed me that he had a soft side, that he remembered the little things I said in passing.
And although I knew that, had experienced it countless times, there were moments it was easy to forget, because he was alpha all the way.
“Come on,” he said in that deep voice of his that always had shivers racing up my spine. He gave my arm a little tug as he led us in the other direction.
“Where we going?”
He looked down at me and gave me a wink, one that had me thinking completely inappropriate thoughts.
Before I knew it, he was leading us toward this designer boutique dress shop, one that I knew about, one I’d obsessed over. I was also very aware of the price tags on most of their items.
I stepped into the shop and instantly smelled lavender and patchouli. I wrinkled my nose and heard Ryker laugh beside me. When I looked up at him, I saw him grinning.
“Smell get to you?”
I looked around to make sure I didn’t say anything loud enough somebody could hear and most likely get offended. “Patchouli,” I said in a low, disgusted voice. “Reminds me
of man sweat.”
Ryker chuckled again and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me in close. “I thought you liked the smell of man sweat.” There was a teasing, heated tone to his voice.
I felt my cheeks heat at his words. “I only like the smell of man sweat when it’s us in bed and you’re on top of me.”
He growled low, and I felt a shiver race up my spine.
“I’d be careful, Sofie.” He leaned in close so his lips were right by the shell of my ear. “I’m half tempted to take you back to the SUV and fuck you in the back like old times.”
“Ryker,” I whispered, shocked but also aroused. God, I felt my face grow even hotter as I looked around to make sure the sales associates hadn’t heard. I glanced at the front desk and saw two young girls standing behind it, both of them gazing longingly at Ryker. I was used to people staring at him though. He was big and tattooed, a little scary-looking even. But I knew that wasn’t why they were eye-fucking him. He was so damn attractive and had this bad boy thing going on. You’d have to be blind not to be drawn to that.
I saw the girls start talking softly to each other, but then it seemed like they were almost arguing. Then one of them finally moved away from the sales counter and walked toward us. No doubt they were fighting over who would get to talk to Ryker. He still had his arm around my waist, his fingers curled possessively against my hip. I was small compared to him, only five-foot four compared to his six and a half feet. He towered over me like a beast, with muscles stacked upon muscles.
“Hi,” the girl said in a very chipper voice. “Welcome to Chanel DuBois. Is there something I can help you with?”
Although this was a woman’s clothing store, she never once took her gaze off Ryker. I would’ve chuckled if I weren’t slightly annoyed. But I couldn’t blame the girl. I mean, look at him.
“Well,” he said in his deep voice, “I don’t think anything would fit me in here, but my girl here definitely wants something.”
