Get Off Easy (Noble House, #1) (11 page)

Though Grae was ready to dissolve into a fit of laughter, her skin was feverish. She had to force herself to concentrate. No telling if they intended for her to type out the letter. And if she so much as missed a single vowel or consonant, she had no doubt they were ready to dole out some kind of punishment.

“Furthermore, a fair amount of pounding may be necessary to ensure a secure fit. And any means necessary is acceptable in order to ensure perfect placement. This office finds it adequate to even restrain the vessel as necessary.”

Her handwriting was deplorable, but she doubted she would be graded on her penmanship. As Boyce continued to speak, cool as a cucumber, the tissues between her legs grew heavy. Her skin flushed. Her nipples hardened.

“Everything all right?” The deep timbre of Boyce’s voice indicated his awareness of her arousal. And she knew, no matter what she said, he wouldn’t stop anyway. He set his hand on her knee, the heat of his palm scorching her skin. “Ms. Burrows?”

“Yes,” she answered carefully. “I’m fine.”
I think
.

When he kept his hand in place, her fingers began to tremble, her scribbling growing shakier as his voice never changed in tone. She knew these two had nerves of steel, but
holy wow
. This was taking things to a whole new level.

This is what you wanted, Grae. Remember?

“Anything else to add, Mr. Templar?”

Saint grunted in answer, and she blew out a relieved breath. She didn’t think she could take any more.

“Excellent,” Boyce responded, a touch of eagerness resonating in his voice. “I want that typed on the company letterhead and on my desk by morning. Now. I’ve had a very long day, Ms. Burrows. I could use some stress relief.” He stretched his arms overhead as he leaned back in his executive chair. The position showed where the fabric pulled tight against his crotch, displaying the outline of his cock. A very long length of cock that made her mouth water. As she watched, he pulled down the zipper and drew himself out. “Perhaps a blow job to take the edge off.”

Heat coursed through her veins, pooling low in her gut and between her legs, as her gaze darted between the two men. Saint continued working, his face impassive and unreadable. She wasn’t about to let his nonchalance ruin her night. She too could remain aloof, play it cool. She’d done all right so far, hadn’t she?

Maybe while she’d been getting dressed, Saint had chosen to watch Boyce have sex? It certainly wasn’t what she’d expected—
wanted
—but a night subbing to a man, servicing him, getting off, getting
him
off, was better than a few minutes alone with her portable showerhead any-
fucking-
day.

After kicking off her heels, she tucked her legs up and slid closer to Boyce.

“Eager sub, aren’t you?”

Easy byplay with a Dom had never come naturally for her. It had always been something she had to work for. While she’d always submitted willingly, wanting to please the man she chose for the night, the ease she found with these two stunned her.

She was so, so close to actually living out those dark, desirous fantasies she’d been imagining. If Saint would just look up from the computer, see her sitting there, wanting them both, everything would click into place.

“Head here. Feet on Saint’s desk. At least give him something pretty to look at while he’s working.” Her tight skirt kept her from opening her legs too wide. Boyce batted her hands away when she tried to reach down to fix the problem. “Let’s give him an even better picture. A reward for the numbers he’s been putting together for me all month. He works too hard as well. He just doesn’t know when to take a break. Sometimes I have to get a little aggressive about forcing him to.”

Boyce opened a drawer and pulled out four pairs of handcuffs. He locked the desk, stuffing the key in his pocket before securing the ends of two pairs to the opposite handles. Her wrists were first, the metal cold and harsh against her skin, followed by her ankles.

He dragged up the hem of her skirt, gathering it around her waist to expose the lace panties she’d chosen. Boyce whisked those away, spreading her thighs wide as he locked her ankles in the cuffs, then secured the free end to small pins protruding from Saint’s desk.

Something inside her head clicked into place, echoing the sound of the handcuff ratcheting closed. She’d forgotten how much she liked being at someone’s sexual mercy. How decadent being spread out, pussy fully exposed and aching, felt.

When Boyce skimmed his hands up her legs, over her heat, Saint’s keystrokes faltered for a moment then resumed. As though nothing had changed. As though she wasn’t spread out before him as a sacrificial offering.

Boyce put his mouth to her ear, and roughly whispered, “As curious as am I to know how your cunt feels wrapped around my dick while I’m balls deep in you, right now I want to see your mouth wrapped around me.” When Boyce stood, she saw that his cock was swollen and needy. He gripped the base and brushed the head of it against her painted lips, seeking entry.

Grae flicked her tongue against the slit, drawing a low growl from Boyce. Familiarity came back to her in a rush. The taste. The smell. The sound. She remembered hearing those low, throaty rumbles of pleasure from Boyce years and years ago. Sure, she heard them on a regular basis thanks to the Noble House video feeds, but hearing the low growls in person, knowing she was the one responsible for the noise, was different.

She’d drawn those delicious sounds out of him years ago. Saint had been buried deep in Boyce’s ass while she’d had every inch of Boyce’s impressive length deep in her throat.

But this wasn’t a memory. Wasn’t a million pixels blinking on her computer screen.

This was happening.

This was
real
.

Her nipples beaded in pleasure, scraping against the lace cupping her breasts. She accepted Boyce’s cock with open enthusiasm, loving each inch he fed her as she stretched her jaw wide. Yeah, she definitely couldn’t get
this
sitting at home.

As she continued to suck, the warm breeze in the room wafted over her stomach. Boyce had parted her shirt, and now ran his fingers over the lacy cups of her bra.

“Pretty packaging for such spectacular breasts.” His hold shifted, pushing up under the bra so his hands cupped her breasts, shaping and molding. When he pinched both of her nipples, she gasped around him. A small tremor rolled through her, originating from where he continued to play with her at his leisure. Boyce’s wide hands squeezed around her breasts, holding as much as he could as he dug his fingers into her flesh.

Holy fuck, that feels good.

“Mmm, yes it does, Ms. Burrows.”

Her eyes widened as she realized not only had she’d spoken out loud, but she’d pulled her mouth completely off Boyce. “My apologies, Mr. Denali.”

She opened to accept his length again, but he bent to drop his mouth to hers. As his tongue slipped between her lips, she tasted the potency of him. The rawness of his sexuality. Their tongue clashed, tangling with frenetic urgency that boiled her blood and sent a spiral of neediness coiling between her legs.

Somewhere in the distance, Saint unleashed a deep, rumbling growl.

In a flash, the kiss from Boyce morphed into something else. Something aggressive and hard, ruling her mind and her body. She whimpered, praying Saint put the damn computer away and actually, physically became involved in the ownership Boyce was claiming over her.

Still so fucking close to having them both.

“I forgot how much you go to my head.” As Boyce sucked her tongue into his mouth, she whimpered softly.

The clacking of the keyboard paused.

Grae clutched her hands into fists, pulling and tugging at the unforgiving metal shackling her. The pain she claimed she didn’t like added a layer to the sensations swirling inside her. As Boyce continued to ravish her mouth, he closed his hands around her breasts again. He massaged her flesh, tugging on her lip as he drew away.

“How much do you want me inside your snug, little pussy?”

A spectrum of a thousand different things raced through her mind. A reaction she couldn’t understand. She wanted Boyce. She wanted Saint.

Together.

Need tugged at her belly.

Tell them.

Deep pulsing throbbed through her, her muscles clenching with the desire to be filled. Though her legs were open, she felt moisture collecting between her folds.

Tell them you want them both. You know that is all you need to make your fantasies become reality.

If only it was that simple.

Instead, she nodded. “Yes. I want you inside me, Mr. Denali.”

Boyce’s eyes narrowed as he severed his connection, and spread his hands wide on the desktop. Those piercing blue eyes stared at her.

Her heart gave a hard thump.

He knows.

T
he frightening thought streaked through her, the drugging wave of desire ebbing. Boyce was aware of her omission. He was pulling away, preparing to deliver the edict that would call a halt to the scene.

How had she managed to blow things before they’d really gotten started?

Way to go, Burrows.

“Find anything interesting?” Boyce directed the question to Saint, ignoring her completely. Panic raced through her, sizzling every nerve ending to leave a buzz vibrating under her skin.

“I hacked into Duke’s security.”

Boyce dropped his face next to hers. “Hacked being a relative term. He designed the damn system.”

“I told him to change out the passcodes six months ago. Serves him right.” A grin appeared on Saint’s lips, confident, but a little bit arrogant as well.

“He’s just trying to impress you with his skills.” Boyce’s breath skimmed over her skin as he nuzzled her neck. The warm air raised the fine hairs on her arms as he pressed a gentle kiss high on her jawline.

Saint tipped his laptop so Grae would see the screen. His clear green eyes flashed. “No. I just wanted an even better view.”

Well holy shit.
She blinked, stunned at what she saw.

The image filling his screen was her. Or more importantly, a very close up shot of her bare pussy. The glistening slick folds filled the screen, displaying how much she was aroused. She’d never seen anything so...odd. And beautiful. She hadn’t wanted to be on the camera tonight, but Saint had still managed to find a way.

Clever.

She was too aroused to be bothered by the fact she’d played right into their hands—
again
. Especially because the knowing glint in Saint’s gaze spoke of how much he was enjoying himself. She kept reading these two all wrong. Maybe it was the passage of time that caused her to be so off the mark. Her expectation had been they were still the carefree young men she’d roomed with in college. Even though she’d watched them play at D/s for the past year. Though she’d been prepared for anything, they’d still managed to surprise her.

To play her.

Still, she had no idea if they were going to dismiss her, or fuck her.

And that unknown factor heated her blood.

“Look at that clever mind working. The gears turning.” Saint closed the laptop as he stood. “She’s torn. Pulled in two directions. Wondering what is in store for her next.” Heat flashed to boiling when he wrapped his hand around her ankle and unlocked the cuff securing her to his desk. His sharp gaze remained on hers as he unlatched the other ankle and looped the closed cuff over his finger. “Maybe she’s even wondering what she’s gotten herself into. If she can handle whatever comes next. And what does that tell you, Boyce?”

“She’s thinking too much.” Boyce flipped open the locks on the two cuffs still secured to his desk and lifted her arms. “And a pretty, obedient sub shouldn’t be thinking at all.”

“If she is, we’re not doing our job correctly.” Saint circled his finger. Boyce lifted her to a sitting position and spun her around. Boyce pulled a second pair of cuffs from a drawer as Saint put a hand on the desk and brought his face close to hers.

Desire and fear warred inside her.

Saint closed his mouth over hers, drawing her very breath from her lungs as his tongue filled her mouth. A quiet rumbled vibrated his skin against hers as he deepened the kiss, taking what he pleased. He cradled her head, tilting her where he wanted as he continued to work his tongue in the most tantalizing fashion against hers.

The charged air of the room skimmed against her flesh as Boyce stripped away her clothing and her bra while Saint continued to kiss her. When Boyce gently pushed on her shoulder so she lay back on the desk again, Saint came with her, taking little bites of her lips and tongue. A faint sound punched the air as the metal locks of the handcuffs slid into place.

Awareness swept over her body as though the metal surrounding her ankles and wrists bonded her to the moment. She yearned to dig into the steely flesh of the men as one kissed her while the other licked her, needing the roughness and dominating force she knew they were capable of.

Saint tangled his tongue with hers, drawing a moan from her as a slow heat warmed her one lick at a time. Boyce continued caressing her, tickling her at times, stroking her at others, doing his best to touch her everywhere but where she needed. They were drawing her under their spell, whisking her away to their world where coherent thought didn’t exist.