Restraining the Receptionist: ... the Receptionist, Book 2 (4 page)

“What is
she
doing here?” I hissed at Ethan.

“I invited her. I spotted her potential right away. She did quite well taking your place. Of course, I had to do some re-training of my own. I was quite excited when I saw these.”

He tugged at the twin gold rings piercing her nipples. She moaned.

“You’ve got to be kidding. She was the worst temp ever.”

Chantalette shot me an evil glare. I ignored it.

“She has no experience. No skills. Unless you want your nails done. That’s her only previous job. And I’d only trust her with toenails. Fingers are too hard.”

“Shut up, Dana. I’ve got plenty of experience where it counts.” She sent Ethan a come-hither look. “Skills too.” She ran her tongue over her lips.

“You aren’t buying this, are you?” I hated the way Ethan was looking at her, raking her body with blue ice. He’d barely spared a glance in my direction since I’d walked in.

“Sit down, Dana.”

Ethan opened his desk drawer and pulled out a long peacock feather. Pure envy shot through me as he ran it along Chantalette’s torso, from her armpit to her waist, just barely brushing her nipple. Her skin flinched into little goose bumps. I knew exactly how she felt. That feather was one my favorite toys. But it was supposed to be for me, not Chantalette. Even though I had to admit, the deep iridescent blue-green of the feather looked perfect against all that pale skin.

“If you’re expecting me to go near her, forget about it.”

“Of course not. You have a job to do. Have a seat. I’m expecting several important calls today. I want to make sure they’re handled appropriately. Now,” he added, when I lagged.

From Ethan’s desk, I would have a front row seat for whatever Ethan did to Chantalette. I guess that was the point. “I’ll just go out front to the receptionist’s desk.”

“Oh no. I need you in here. I want to make sure you’re on your best behavior.”
 

I glowered at him, but he responded only with a sunny smile.

“I thought you’d be relieved that your punishment is so simple.”

Sure he did. The cunning bastard. This scenario didn’t break the terms of our deal. Who would be twisted enough to think of it? Only Ethan. The peacock feather swept over Chantalette’s body with a hypnotic swishing motion. I tore my eyes away from it and stumbled to Ethan’s desk. I sat down and picked up the headset he’d left for me.

I got myself into position and waited for the phone to ring. As I suspected, I had a full-frontal view of Ethan and Chantalette, otherwise known as the morning performance of “Master and Slave-girl”. As soon as I took my seat, it was as if I ceased to exist. I’d been expecting some trick to become apparent. A vibrating seat cover or leather straps to bind me to the chair. Nothing. Apparently, all I had to do was answer phones while Ethan teased Chantalette into a state of frenzy.

Answer phones like a real receptionist? That wasn’t what I’d signed up for! I was supposed to be where Chantalette was, dancing under the maddening strokes of the feather. I was supposed to be the one he focused his entire attention on, like a lion tamer pacing a cage.

He undid his cobalt blue silk necktie and blindfolded her with it. She relaxed into the darkness. How I loved that feeling. That should be me, not her.

He ran the feather across her nipples, making delicate circles around her puckered pink flesh.

And my nipples got so hard they threatened to poke through my jacket. I shifted around to relieve the pressure and noticed the moisture developing between my legs.

Ethan moved to Chantalette’s other side. Even though she was blindfolded, she followed his movement. I knew just how she felt, hyper-aware in the darkness behind the tie. Senses honed to perfect alertness, waiting for the next surprise. He drew the feather across her pussy. She squealed and bit her lower lip. Her thatch of wispy hair didn’t shield her much from the stimulation of the feather, but at least she wasn’t bare-shaven like me. I would have felt every silky strand of that feather on my clit. In fact, I was pretty sure I felt it in my imagination, because my groin prickled with heat.

A sigh floated through the room, but it wasn’t Chantalette’s. It came from me. Now it was my turn to bite my lip. Did a ghost of a smile cross Ethan’s granite lips? Nope. For all I knew, he didn’t hear me at all. I was in the audience, not on stage with the stars. He put his booted foot between Chantalette’s legs and kicked them apart. Pale flesh gleamed at her crotch.

He took her whole pussy into his commanding grip. She sagged against him. He worked his hands, those strong fingers of his, deeper into her flesh. In case you hadn’t noticed, I couldn’t look away.

Little wheezing gasps of breath dribbled from Chantalette’s mouth. That brought his attention to her lips. He brought the pointed end of the feather to her mouth, ringed her lips with it and forced them to open. He dipped the tip against her tongue and made her suck it. When it was soaking wet, he brought it down to her nipple. It went on an excruciatingly slow meander around her hard little rise of flesh. Then he put the tip of the feather inside her nipple ring and tugged.

“Oh my God.” Chantalette’s moan had more energy than she’d shown the entire morning I’d spent training her.

“There’s just something about a piercing,” said Ethan. “Ownership. Possession. Permanence. I’d like to attach a chain to these little jewels and lead you around by it. Make you my little sex slave. Would you like that?”

From the liquid tainting his hand, I didn’t think she’d object. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish.

“Any thoughts about other piercings? Dana has resisted the idea.” He moved the feather on her flesh as if writing something, or searching for the perfect spot for a piercing needle.

She shook her head, then nodded, then shook it again. Interpretation—she’d have any thoughts Ethan wanted her to have.

“I’m going to untie you now.”

He reached over her head and untied her from the coat hook. But her freedom didn’t last long. He joined her hands behind her back and wrapped the belt of his trench coat around her wrists so tightly she winced. I couldn’t help noticing that her reaction was accompanied by a further hardening of her nipples. When her hands were secured, he took a thorough tour of her body with the feather, searching out every hidden crevice and soft shiver of skin. Ethan was meticulous in his attention to detail. It was impossible to hide anything from him.

Chantalette bucked hard under his hands. Waves of pink traveled across her body. I felt a grudging sympathy for her, even though I still hated her guts. Ethan had a way of dominating with his touch, completely and utterly. If not with his touch, with his cock.

As if on cue, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his erection. A sneaky, petty side of me had hoped he wouldn’t be turned on by Chantalette’s nude, blindfolded body. Only I, and Simon, come to think of it, were supposed to inspire a huge hard-on like that.

So much for that fantasy.

His purpling hard-on put me in my place. It might have been even bigger than his usual boners. Or maybe I’d never seen it from this far away. His penis was usually in or near my body, not across the room.

He pushed Chantalette down onto her knees and nudged her mouth with his cock. She opened up right away, a pink eager hole gaping under the blue blindfold. Her tongue reached for his cock, but he wasn’t interesting in subtleties. He wanted the back of her throat, and that’s what he got. He reached deep, until her throat worked to contain him. The gold rings in her nipples swung back and forth. The sight of her bent under the weight of his cock, blindfolded, hands tied behind her back, was so erotic I almost came on the spot.

Then the phone rang. I took a long, wavering breath and answered it. It was the chatty assistant to the vice president of one of our new clients.

“Hi, Dana, I wanted to check in about the meeting next week. I know you’re expecting our Human Resources managers, but is there anyone else we should include…” She droned on and on in my ear like a pesky mosquito.

Ethan’s eyes closed halfway. One hand held the base of his cock, the other the back of Chantalette’s head. I couldn’t believe how deep she took him in. I had to hand it to her. Chantalette was a lazy slacker when it came to temping, but she sure knew how to give a blowjob.

Maybe it’s because all she had to do was open wide. I couldn’t control my bitchy thoughts. I hated her right now, hated the way she greedily mouthed Ethan’s cock. Hated the graceful way her back arched and she swayed to accommodate his thrusts. Hated the way the voice in my headset wouldn’t shut the fuck up.

Most of all, I hated Ethan for forgetting my existence. I hated him for suddenly going all still inside Chantalette’s opened throat. Hard pulses stiffened his body and closed his eyes. I fumed at my desk. That was supposed to be me, damn it. Me me me.

I had to admit, Ethan had come up with the worst punishment yet.

Chapter Four

As the call finally started to wrap up, Ethan pulled his still-hard cock out of Chantalette’s wet mouth. She licked her lips.

“Spread your knees apart,” he told her. She did so, her thighs quivering.

“Dana, open the top drawer and hand me the item on top.”
It better be a condom
, I almost said out loud. Ethan and Simon and I were long past condoms, but this was different.

“My boss needs something, let’s connect again tomorrow,” I told the assistant to the vice president, who was one of those people who is incapable of ending a phone call. I clicked off the call, opened the drawer with a petulant slam, and grabbed the thing on top.

A dildo with a devilish little vibrating finger extending from the business end. Huge relief. At least he wasn’t going to fuck her. I flounced over to Ethan and slapped it into his hand.

“Attitude,” he murmured, not bothering to look my way. He bent down and inserted the dildo into Chantalette’s pussy. He pressed the little button that kicked off the vibrator and suddenly her whole body started to shake and shimmy. He moved the dildo back and forth inside her. She began keening a rhythmic “oh oh oh”, timed to every move he made with that toy.

I covered my ears.

“Too much for you, is it, luv? You wish you were her right now, don’t you?”

“No! I’d never want to be her.”

“You wish you had this up your cunt. You wish your clit was getting all that action.”

“No…” My “no” wouldn’t convince a two-year-old.

“Well, it would have if you hadn’t been so naughty. This could have been you. How wet are you right now?”

“Not at all.”

“Don’t lie to me.” His sharp tone made me jump. He pushed the dildo further inside Chantalette, who let out a frantic shriek.

“Okay. I’m…a little turned on, I guess.”

“I can smell you, you know. I can smell your arousal across the room. You can’t hide anything from me. I know how hard your nipples are, how eager your pussy is. But since I can’t ask you to get naked for me and kneel down and let me fuck you, I’ll have to demand something else from you.”

I tried to control my breathing. My inner passage pulsed like a beating heart. “What?”

“I must require you to refrain from touching yourself, pleasing yourself, giving yourself any sort of satisfaction, no matter how tiny.”

“
What
?”

“It’s a simple order. And fully within our deal.” He flicked a button, which increased the speed of the dildo’s vibrations. Chantalette rocked and rolled as if she were riding a mechanical bull. A dick-riding cowgirl, that’s what she was.

“It is, but…”

“But what? A deal’s a deal, right?”

“Yes, but…until when?”

“That’s up to you.”

Did it bother Chantalette that we were having such an in-depth discussion while she closed in on her orgasm? If she even heard us over her groans and cries. She was kind of in a world of her own at the moment.

“Up to me how?”

“You set the terms of the deal. You can un-set them.” And with that, he moved the dildo and sent Chantalette rocketing over the edge. The power Ethan had over her responses took my breath away. Every time it seemed her ride was ending, he’d twist the dildo or make some other micro-adjustment and off she’d go again. Her orgasm went on and on as I watched, arms folded, pussy burning.

Finally it was over. He removed the dildo from her body, untied her hands and took off her blindfold. Tenderly, he helped her into a chair.

“She’s fine,” I said jealously.

“She’s a good girl, aren’t you, my pet?”

Chantalette smiled up at him like a puppy dog wagging her tail.

I rolled my eyes. “Why don’t you just give her a doggy treat and call it a day?”

“Now, now. None of that. You can get back out front now, Dana. I think we’re done here.”

Dismissed. Like a cleaning lady who’s finished the toilets. I turned with a toss of my head and a mental “talk to the hand” to them both. At my desk, I checked my Mickey Mouse watch. Only eleven in the morning. This was going to be a long day. I muttered to myself as I turned on my computer and set up my headset.

Chantalette was going to get an earful from me. How dare she waltz in on my territory and try to take my place? How dare Ethan think for one second that she could replace me? What would Simon say about all this?

That was the first time I’d thought about Simon all morning. I’d been too caught up in the drama of Ethan and Chantalette. I didn’t even want to think about what that meant. And I didn’t have a chance, because Chantalette came strolling into the reception area. She wore skin-tight jeans and a faded pink T-shirt with a sparkly princess on it. I looked at her with utter loathing. She had no business horning in on my job. The best parts of my job, anyway.

“Any calls for me?” she asked with an airy wave of her hand, her nose in the air.

“Yes, as a matter of fact. Your real name called and wants to know who came up with something as lame as Chantalette.”

“Ha ha. Jealous much?”

Her smirk made me want to smack her. “Jealous of what? Ethan’s just using you to irritate me. He’s brilliant, that fucker.”

Chantalette shrugged one casual shoulder. “Whatever. Works for me. And if he was just using me, why would he tell me to stop by whenever I’m in the neighborhood?”