“It’s none of your business. We broke up. I can do as I want and I can be with anyone I like.”
And I want to do Carlisle. Again
. She had been fun in a sexy, quirky way.
“I still love you,” Amber whined and clutched at his sleeve. Adam looked at the red talon-like nails that held him. Like most men, he had a habit of thinking with his cock. He certainly had when it came to Amber and now he was paying for it. “I have to get back to work.”
“I‘ll find out who she is and I’ll —”
“What?”
“Never mind.” Amber let go of him. “Leave.”
“With pleasure.”
****
****
Carlisle was well aware of that. After all that had happened yesterday, she had slept in.
“I know.” She looked at her boss. Sean Quinn was tall, blonde, and drop dead gorgeous.
All the women at Quinn, Barnes, and Fitch wanted him.
“I told you lateness incurs a penalty.”
“Yes, Sean.” She closed the door of his office behind her and moved to his desk.
Carlisle wondered what Sean would want from her today. She had been working for his company for six months. After a particularly drunken office party celebrating a colleague’s birthday, she had found herself butt naked on top of Sean’s desk with his dick buried inside her. Some wouldn’t call it a career move yet strangely it had worked to Carlisle’s favor.
****
“I knew this would happen,” Sean said.
“Did you?” Carlisle certainly hadn’t but then sex had a way of happening like that.
While she wasn’t that drunk, the couple of drinks she had downed certainly made her more receptive to Sean’s advances.
“Yes because you like dick.”
She did. Was it that obvious?
Do I have a scarlet D on my forehead?
“And it will happen again.” He pulled out and shoved back in hard.
She jumped and cried out. Sean had a long, thick cock that felt like it was touching her stomach with each thrust. It was hot and delicious and the idea of his dick being inside her once more filled her with excitement. “Why?”
“Because I own you.” He thrust deep and hard making her body move back and forth under him.
“Pardon?”
Own me?
Maybe there were times when she felt like a slave at work but she was her own woman.
“I own you and after this you’re going to do whatever I say.”
“What?” It was true his dick certainly owned her at that moment.
“You are mine.”
“Now wait a second—”
“Shut up.” He stilled within her.
Carlisle gasped at the harsh tone of his voice. A chill ran down her spine. It was not fear she felt. It was excitement. She was turned on by the dominance of his words. “Sean, I—”
He pulled out of her and yanked her down off the desk spinning her around so her ass was towards him. He pushed her back against the desk. “Say ‘yes, Sean, I belong to you’.”
“Or what?” She rubbed her clit against the edge of the desk and moaned.
Sean saw what she was doing and yanked her away from the edge. “Say it or no orgasm for you.”
“Oh fuck off. This master to the universe stuff may work with other women but—
oww!” Carlisle yelled as he parted her ass cheeks and jammed his dick into her anus.
Having this done by Peter made her used to it and usually she would be prepared to be taken like this. She wasn’t with Sean. Hot dick drove up inside her without apology or stopping. Her hands gripped the desk, her knees wobbling as she tried to relax and accept his dick.
“Say it.” He pulled out and slammed in again.
Carlisle cried out once more. “Sean!”
“Say it!” He pumped furiously within her.
“It hurts.” It did at the start, but now? Carlisle pushed back against him.
Sean laughed at her actions yet he kept up his wicked paced. “What do you want?”
At the moment? Just him and his dick. “You.”
He leaned in, his mouth close to her ear. “Good. I need to know what your ambition is.”
She shivered at the warm breath against her neck. “Your job.”
“You can’t have it.” The pace of his dick slowed slightly as his hands moved around to play with her clit. “Do you want Emma’s job?”
Emma was his personal assistant. No one liked her. She was snotty and stuck-up at her self-importance of being the boss’s assistant. “Yes.”
“And more money?”
Carlisle moaned as his fingers on her clit matched the pace of his dick. “Yes, and I want her parking space.”
“Who do you belong to, Carlisle?”
The answer was simple. She wasn’t averse to playing a game to get what she wanted.
“You.”
“These are the rules.” He pulled out of her ass and turned her around. “Be ready and available with no panties any time you’re in this office. If you service me as a good slave should then you can have anything you want.” Sean pushed her back on the desk and dropped his face down into her pussy. He tongued her clit and cunt until she was screaming for release. Sean stood up, his face wet with her juices. He ripped off his condom and looked at her. “Who owns you?
“You do.”
“Beg me to come on your face and tits.”
She felt relaxed and sated. He could do whatever he liked to her. “Please come on me, Sean. I beg you.” The sticky cum splashed on her breasts, lips and hair. Her eyes locked with his. “I’m yours.”
And if I can get what I want? Even better
.
****
The present
And that was how it started. Any time Sean wanted her, he took her. It was dangerous and exciting. Emma got demoted and Carlisle parked in her empty space every day and was pleased with the short walk to the office. She did feel sad for Emma. But only slightly.
The general consensus was that Emma got what she deserved and only a few questioned Carlisle’s sudden career leap.
“Why are you late?”
Um, was being shagged by two men yesterday an acceptable answer?
“I’m sorry.”
“Lift up your skirt.”
Carlisle stiffened
. Crap
. She had worn panties today. She hadn’t been thinking straight after both Peter and Adam. “I, er —”
Sean bent down and pulled up her skirt. He shook his head. “Not good enough, Carlisle.” Sean put his hands on her shoulder and pushed her down. “Get on your knees.”
When he wrenched her blouse apart and buttons popped off, she said nothing. This was Sean being in control. Thankfully, having gone through this before, Carlisle now made sure she had spare blouses at work. She knew what was going to happen. When he unzipped and forced his large cock inside her mouth, she didn’t blink. Besides, she enjoyed sucking cock. It was a form of control for a woman that few men realized. Once a woman had a dick in her mouth she had power over a man. It weakened him and made her stronger.
****
He pulled his cock out of her mouth. A trail of saliva linked them. “Now why were you late?”
“I just couldn’t organize myself.”
Sean smiled. Carlisle was one of the most organized people he knew. He would have taken her on as his assistant without the sex. Fucking her was a bonus. “That’s not a good enough answer, Carlisle.”
“I’m sorry.”
“How sorry?” He liked playing this game with her. She was one of the least submissive people he knew until it came to sex. Then she was open to it.
“Very sorry.”
Sean walked around his desk and picked up the phone. This was an ideal opportunity for his partner John. He had been lusting after Carlisle for months. “Please come into my office, John.”
Carlisle started to stand up.
“Oh no, stay where you are. I have a job for you to do.”
“But —”
“I own you remember.”
The door opened. John Fitch’s eyes landed on Carlisle. “Sean?” He shut and locked the door behind him.
“I’m punishing Carlisle for being late and wearing panties.”
“Really?” His partner’s eyes were on her lace covered breasts. Sean smiled. He knew John was a breast man. “Take off your bra, Carlisle.” He saw her hesitate. “Who owns you?”
“You do.” Her hands went around her back and unclipped her bra.
John groaned. “Oh man, a nipple ring.”
“Stand up and let John taste you.” Carlisle did as requested. John was on her in a second. His mouth descended on her breast. She closed her eyes and held his head against her body as he sucked.
A flare of jealousy shot through Sean. “Carlisle.” Neither heard him. “Carlisle.” His voice was louder this time. She opened her eyes and tuned to him. “Take off you skirt and panties and come to me.” Sean sat down on his chair, his cock upright and ready for action.
He looked at John. “Do you want to fuck her breasts?”
John’s eyes were wild with need. “Yes.”
Carlisle went to him. “Yes, Sean, what do you want me to do?”
He smiled at her submissive tone. “Face John and sit back on my dick.” Sean hadn’t put a condom on and that was okay. He enjoyed coming over Carlisle’s skin. It gave him a feeling of possession. One of his hands went to her hips as the other curled around his cock. As she sat down on him, Sean pushed it into the entrance of her cunt. He sighed as she impaled herself on his dick. “Who owns you?” Sean whispered in her ear.
“You do.” Her voice was soft and full of need as she began to move on him.
John came over to them. His dick was out and ready for action. He bent his knees slightly and put his dick against her breastbone.
“Sandwich him in between your pretty boobs and let him fuck ‘um, Carlisle.”
She did as requested and John growled his approval.
Sean put his hands around her waist and made her ride him at a pace that equaled the cock thrusts of his partner. It was hot and exciting and many times he thought he was ready to blow his load inside her.
Carlisle groaned when his finger moved to her clit. “Oh, Sean.”
“We’re good together.” To have a sex partner who enjoyed it as much as Carlisle was exciting. His wife never understood his needs as Carlisle did.
“Oh yes.” She leaned back against him.
Sean could see John was ready to come. Sean quickened his pace. The first splatter of cum from John hit her chin and lips. It dripped down into her breasts as John kept pumping in between the mounds of flesh until he was milked dry.
Carlisle cried out as she came under Sean’s fingers. “On your knees, Carlisle.” On wobbly legs, she did as requested. He kneeled down behind her. Instead of pushing inside her once more, he stuck his dick upright between her ass cheeks, pushing them together, mimicking the action of his partner. When Sean came, he covered her ass and back with cum. “You are mine, Carlisle.”
“Yes.”
“I’m taking you to that wedding.” It would be an excellent place to play with her.
****
“I’m in charge. I own you, Carlisle. Say it.”
“You own me.” And he just had. Her body was completely at his disposal at the office.
And the wedding? She now had three men who wanted to take her.
Oh well, it’s probably
going to be crap anyway. I may as well turn up and dick around with three different men.
Chapter Five
“You smashed into my car!” Amber jumped out of her car and charged at the two men.
Theo narrowed his eyes and stood his ground. “You should have been watching where you were going.”
“Oh piss off!” Amber walked around and looked at the damage.
“No you piss off.” Theo inspected the dent in the front fender. Mickey got out of the car and watched them.
Amber’s hands curled into fists. “I’m calling the cops.” Mickey and Theo traded glances. That was the last thing they needed. “Let’s not be hasty.”
“Why not?” Amber sounded suspicious.
“We’re here as a surprise to a friend.” Theo told her. Mickey nodded. “Yeah, and we’d hate to ruin the surprise.”
“You trashed my car.” Amber started again.
Theo sighed.
Why was nothing ever easy?
“If you let us do what we have to, we’ll work out the repair later.”
She arched one eyebrow. “Which friend?”
“Her.” Theo pointed to Carlisle who was heading into the chapel.
“Would that happen to be a lady who was in a certain boutique yesterday?” Amber asked her eyes locked on the woman in question.
“Yeah that’s her,” Mickey responded.
Amber turned back to the men. “What’s she to you?”
“What’s she to you?” Theo wasn’t about to play his hand until he knew what she wanted.
Did she know about the USB stick?
“I asked first,” Amber pointed out, her hands going to her hips.
“She has something we want.” Theo was not about to name what.
I need to know what
your agenda is, lady.
“She took something of mine. I tracked her down to tell her
hands off
.”
That sounded interesting. They had a common goal. “Maybe we can work together and take back what’s ours.”
Amber nodded. “What’s your plan?”
“We have a gun,” Mickey announced.
“Sssh!” Theo slapped his partner once more on the back of the head. “We’re just going to threaten her a bit. There’ll be no killing.”
“Perfect.” Amber smiled. “Let’s talk.”
****
“It’s a rehearsal dinner for god sake. It’s not like it’s the real thing that we have to suffer through tomorrow.” Carlisle was tired from work and sex and men and the last thing she needed was dealing with her sister. They had never gotten along. There was no point trying to play the happy family now.
“This is what I hate about you, Carlisle. You never take important things seriously.”