Her Old-Fashioned Boss (12 page)

Sam whimpered but immediately did as ordered. Roarke ran a finger up and down the crack of his ass and Ava sighed.

As though sensing her arousal, Roarke sent her a dark, heated look. “Come here, baby. Pass me that plug.”

Standing on legs that felt far too shaky, Ava walked over and held out the plug. Roarke took it with a smile as he played with Sam’s puckered asshole. “Such a nice asshole, isn’t it, little one?” he asked her as though they were talking about the weather.

She nodded.

“He can’t hear you, baby. And I bet he really wants to know whether you think his asshole is attractive, don’t you, pet?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Ava cleared her throat, wondering if she was somehow dreaming. “Yes, it’s hot,” she said, surprised by how husky her voice had grown.

“It will look even better with my plug in it.” Roarke pressed the plug slowly into Sam’s asshole. Tight muscle gave way as he pressed it fully inside then brought it back out, playing with Sam.

Ava watched on, completely riveted.

“How does that feel, pet?” Roarke asked with an evil grin.

“I feel full, Sir.”

“Good. Now back to your paddling. Do you want to go back to your seat, little one?”

She nodded and sat back down so she could keep a close eye on Sam’s face as Roarke paddled him. Although his skin turned a deep red, Sam never showed one iota of discomfit. Roarke stopped a few times, checking up on him, but Sam replied that he was fine; his lips turned up in a dreamy smile—even when Roarke brought out the cane.

Lord love him, but no way was she ever going to let Roarke near her with that instrument and yet Sam almost seemed to move into each swipe, his breath coming faster, harder.

He was thoroughly aroused.

“Please, Sir,” he begged.

“Please what, pet?”

“Let me come.”

Roarke looked over at her then down at Sam. “I think you’ve earned it, pet.” He placed the cane down then reaching under Sam to grab his shaft.

“Sir, I-I need...”

“Come, pet. Come now.”

Sam let out a loud groan, his shout of satisfaction filling the room.

*****

Ava cuddled Sam on the recliner as Roarke cleaned up.

“You okay?” he asked her, kissing her forehead.

She snorted. “Isn't that my question?”

“This is all very different for you. It’s okay to have questions or doubts.”

“I'm sure I will. Come morning. Right now, I feel a bit shell-shocked.”

“And turned on, I bet.” He grinned. “I left you a little present in your bedside table.”

Ava raised her eyebrows, but Roarke came over before she could question him. He ran his hand over Sam’s head, crouching down to look him in the eye. “How you doing, pet?”

“Good, Sir. I like having Ava to cuddle with.”

Roarke turned to Ava. “Good. And how are you, little one?”

“Okay.”

He brushed his thumb over her cheek. “Any questions?”

She bit her lip. “Yeah, one.”

“What's that?” he asked gently.

“When do I get a turn?”

*****

Sam chuckled as he lay in bed.

“What are you laughing about?”

“Ava. She's something else, right?”

Roarke pulled him close, tucking him in against his wide chest as he kissed the top of Sam’s head. Sam sighed. This is what he loved, this closeness, as though Roarke considered him the center of his world.

Since Ava had stepped in their lives Roarke had lost that distant, distracted air. And Sam was relieved and grateful. He had his Dom back, his lover, his partner. And that ball of stress in his stomach had started to unravel.

“She certainly is.”

“I thought you would die of shock when she asked when it was her turn.”

Roarke chuckled, his chest moving beneath Sam’s cheek. Sam lay there a moment, just listening to his lover’s heartbeat.

“Roarke?” he asked, sitting up slightly so he could look down at his lover.

“Yes?” Roarke frowned slightly, no doubt in relation to the concern in Sam’s voice.

“How come you didn’t bring her to task for what she did in the restaurant?”

“Ahh.” Roarke’s expression cleared.

“I mean, she eats less than a bird. And if I ordered a salad, no meat, dressing on the side, I’d still be over that spanking bench, not to mention you’d force feed me a hamburger. She can’t exactly afford to lose any weight.”

“No, she can’t. And that’s what worries me.”

“You think she could be anorexic?” It had been a thought worrying Sam for a while now.

“I’m not sure and punishing her or forcing her to eat may do more damage than good until we know what is going on. I need to do some research. And you,” Roarke cupped his cheek, “I know, will keep a close eye on her.”

Sam slumped with relief, knowing Roarke would take care of this. “Good.”

“How long have you been worrying about this, pet?” Roarke asked silkily.

Sam stiffened and looked up at him guiltily. “Since meeting her.”

“And you’re only now bringing it to me? Is that allowed?”

“No, Sir.” He was supposed to bring things to Roarke immediately, so they could both talk any problems through.

Roarke reached around and smacked his ass hard.

“Don’t keep things from me,” Roarke told him. “I can’t help if I don’t know what is worrying you. All right?”

“Yes, Sir. Sorry,” Sam replied slightly breathless. Roarke’s erection pressed against him, teasing him.

“Sir, can I?” he asked.

Roarke pulled back to gaze into his face then nodded with a smile and sat up, spreading his legs. Sam drew the blankets back off his lap, letting Roarke’s magnificent cock spring free.

He lay between Roarke’s open legs and took him deep. Roarke groaned and ran his fingers through Sam’s hair, but didn’t try to take control, the way he sometimes did.

“Shit, Sam, that feels good. Oh, yes.”

Sam smiled and settled into a rhythm.

Roarke’s breath came harder, faster.

“Dammit, I’m about to come. Shit, you’re too good at this, I can’t last.”

Sam took him deep as he felt the other man shudder, swallowing him as he came in his mouth.

“Goddamn. So damn good.”

Roarke drew Sam up as soon as he’d let go off his cock, taking his mouth with a deep kiss. “You are amazing, you know that?” Roarke said. “I would be lost without you, Sam. I love you so much.”

“I love you, too, Sir,” Sam replied.

Placing small kisses over his face and neck, Roarke showered Sam with affection. Then letting go, reached over to grab some lube off the bedside table. He handed it to the other man with a wink. Sam jumped off him, eagerly squirting the lube onto his fingers as Roarke scooted down onto his back, bending his legs up. Sam knelt between his legs and pressed a wet finger against Roarke’s asshole.

“Ahh,” Roarke sighed as Sam pressed his finger deep. He added another, swirling them inside Roarke’s dark hole.

He pumped his fingers until Roarke was groaning, his eyes closed as pleasure infused his face.

“Dammit, Sam. Get inside me. Now.”

Sam grinned, but he knew an order when he heard one and no way did he need another spanking tonight. Pulling his fingers free, he slathered lube on his cock then aimed his dick against Roarke’s asshole and pressed himself in deep.

Heaven.

Dammit, could she possibly be any more turned on? If so, she didn’t know how. Ava hadn’t intended to play the voyeur. Unable to sleep, she thought she’d sneak into the kitchen to grab a glass of water. But the sounds coming from Roarke and Sam’s bedroom had made her pause. The door was open a slit, just enough for her to peek inside and watch Sam suck Roarke into oblivion.

Now she looked on as Sam drove himself into Roarke’s ass. What would it be like to be between the two of them?

Sam groaned as he came, a low, deep sound filled with satisfaction.

Ava shifted uncomfortably. How the hell was she meant to sleep after this? She took a step back, turning to tiptoe back to her room. She didn’t want to walk past them and risk them seeing her. Moving into her own room, she remembered Sam’s words about a present he’d put in her nightstand. Opening the top drawer she gasped in shock at the vibrator that sat there, still in its packaging.

He’d got her a rabbit. A pretty silver and pink vibrator. Oh God, how mortifying. And how she longed to use it. She’d left her own vibrator at home, not wanting to pack it in case they saw. This one looked way better. But if she opened it up, they’d know.

Yeah, no way. No how. Not happening.

Instead, she reached into one of her drawers and pulled out a t-shirt and running shorts. She’d brought them and her sneakers with her, thinking she and Sam might go for a run as they often did during the day.

She couldn’t go out running now, it was pitch black outside, however there was the gym on the ground floor that men had said she was welcome to use.

Would they be asleep now so she could sneak past?

Getting changed, she sat and waited ten minutes. Then unable to wait any longer, she left her room. No sounds.

Tip-toeing past their bedroom, the sound of soft snoring was the only noise breaking the silence of night. She walked down the stairs to the gym and turned on the treadmill. Maybe an hour of running would exhaust her enough to let her sleep.

Over an hour later, she tiptoed her way back upstairs, her limbs satisfyingly limp and exhausted. Getting to her room, she turned the shower on in the adjoining bathroom and quickly washed the sweat off her body, before stepping out and drying off, putting her pajamas on once more.

Lying in bed, she felt certain she would sleep.

Only the scenes from the playroom played in her head.

Sam tied up.

The flogger landing on his skin, turning it red.

Sam between Roarke’s legs.

“Oh God,” she groaned. She felt so turned on, she had to do something. She could give herself some release with her hand.

Or she could try out that rabbit.

Biting her lip, she wondered if she dared. But how would they know? They wouldn’t come and look, surely.

Finally, unable to stand it anymore, she reached over and pulled the vibrator out, ripping it free of his packaging. Sam had even included batteries. Damn boy scout.

She went off like a rocket within a minute.

Not enough. Not nearly enough.

Another orgasm caught her by surprise, screaming through her, easing some of the ache.

More, she needed more.

Finally, a third orgasm took her, making her pant and whimper and she turned the rabbit off, throwing it into the drawer.

Then finally, she slept.

*****

Irritation rode Roarke as he stalked through the house on a quiet Saturday morning. Where the hell was she? He’d knocked on her bedroom door, fully expecting her to be waiting on him only to find the bed already made, the room empty. He didn’t like not knowing where she was. He wanted to know where she was at all times.

Pausing, he took a deep breath, trying to push back the irrational urge. That would be a surefire way to scare her off; by showing her just how possessive he could be when his heart was involved.

And his heart was involved. Didn’t matter how he might try to deny it to himself. He loved Ava. He wanted her in his life.

But he had to ensure they took things slowly. She needed his patience and care. Not his demands that she tell him where she was going and check in with him regularly.

Damn, he wasn’t even that strict with Sam.

He walked down to the ground level, checking their offices, the kitchen, still no sign of her.

There were only two places left. The dungeon and the gym.

Well, he knew she wasn’t in the dungeon, so instead he turned to the gym. Sure enough, as he stepped through the door, there she was, pounding away on the treadmill, the TV on the far wall turned so she could watch some crappy soap opera.

“Ava,” he said quietly, trying not to startle her.

“Oh! What?” She slammed on the stop button and turned to him, her hand over her heart. “Roarke! You frightened me.”

His gaze narrowed as he took her in, t-shirt plastered to her too-small frame, sweat coating her skin. Dark crescents were present beneath her wide eyes. She leaned over, trying to regain her breath.

Stalking over to her, he picked up the remote and turned the television off. Turning, he held out his hand. Ava hesitated a moment before taking it and letting him help her off the treadmill. She trembled, her limbs obviously pushed beyond what they should have been.

Roarke stared down at her. “Exactly how long have you been on the treadmill?”

Biting her lip, she glanced over her should at the clock. “About an hour and a half, I guess.”

He pulled her lip free of her teeth then ran his thumb under her eye. “Couldn’t sleep?”

She shook her head, shaking some of her hair free from the loose ponytail.

“You’ve exhausted yourself. Start stretching.”

He held her steady as she stretched, spreading her legs wide, she shifted her weigh onto one bent leg. They worked in silence, each movement making her feel more tired than the last.

“We need to get you into a hot bath or those muscles are going to seize.”

“I’m fine,” she said tiredly.

He peered at her thoughtfully. “I tried not to startle you, but you were a million miles away, weren’t you? I bet you didn’t even feel yourself growing exhausted. Did you realize what the time was?”

She gazed down, a sure sign of guilt. With an exasperated sigh, Roarke turned to lead her out of the room.

Pausing at the door, she tugged at his hand. “I need to wipe the equipment down.”

“We can do that later. Right now, you’re having a bath, some food and then a sleep.”

“Roarke, you’re overreacting, I just pushed myself a bit far. And I only just got out of bed.”

“By the look of you, I’d say you had no sleep last night. Bed is exactly where you are going.”

She slowly followed him up the stairs, moving like an old woman.

Enough of this
.

Scooping her up, he ignored her protests as he strode up the stairs. Even in this state, her sweet scent reached him. Vanilla and cinnamon. Delicious.