“Not convinced?” Mason asked. “Your skirt, Tessa.”
I tried to swallow but my mouth was too dry. Would the skirt be the last request?
Reaching behind me, I unzipped my black pencil skirt and let it fall to the ground, revealing my black garter belt and white bikini panties.
Mr. Yakamura turned his chair so he was staring at me straight on. He expected more.
“The bra and panties, Tessa.” Mason motioned toward my chest and crotch.
I fought back angry tears. I’d thought the times before with Mason had been embarrassing, but they weren’t nearly as humiliating as being showcased to a stranger like a prized pony.
Slowly, I reached behind and unclasped my bra. It dangled on my shoulders for a moment before I gathered the courage to pull the straps down and let it drop off.
But as I slid my thumbs into each side of my panties, something strange happened.
I looked into the faces of each man—Mr. Yakamura, then Mason—and excitement oozed down to a certain spot between my thighs.
I couldn’t believe this was turning me on. Was I destined to end up in the nuthouse like my mom?
Once I’d stepped out of my panties, I tried to stand up straight so my stomach wouldn’t pooch out. I wondered what I looked like in just my garter, hose and high heels.
Mr. Yakamura asked a question in Japanese.
“Certainly you can touch her if you like,” Mason replied.
Mr. Yakamura stood.
“Tessa, step closer to our guest.”
Too embarrassed to make eye contact, I took two steps forward as Mr. Yakamura took one. He reached up and cradled my breasts in his hands.
“Lovely,” he said.
He let his hands fall. They brushed down my torso, passed my belly button. I shivered.
His right finger slid between my thighs and traced my smooth pussy lips.
The tease was enough to send fresh cream down there. But he removed his hand and told me to turn around.
When I did, he cupped my butt cheeks.
“Nice.” He snapped the elastic straps on my garter belt, causing a double pop on my ass cheeks.
I gasped. The exquisite stinging sensation reminded me of the whippings and spankings the Maddox brothers had given me. Would I get more now?
Mr. Yakamura spoke in Japanese again.
“Tess,” Mason said. “Our guest enjoys having beautiful objects to gaze at while we talk business. Go over there…” He pointed to a spot in front of his stuffed grizzly. “And get on your knees facing us.”
Although the request seemed bizarre, I couldn’t imagine not doing as he said. There was something so titillating about being controlled like this.
I walked over and got down on my knees.
“Back straight. Knees further apart. Hands behind your back.”
I tried to do as he asked, but he wasn’t satisfied. He came over and kicked at the inside of one of my knees, nearly causing me to fall over.
“Wider stance.”
Once my knees were spread as far apart as I could manage, he went back to his desk. He and Mr. Yakamura resumed their business discussion, but Mr. Yakamura often stared at me as they spoke.
My body chilled in the air conditioned office, but reheated every time one of the men looked my way. And my bald little crotch had never felt more exposed.
After fifteen minutes or so, Mr. Yakamura spoke in Japanese again.
“Tessa, worship the bear,” Mason said.
“Wha—um…sir?”
“Turn around and pretend you’re praying to the bear on your knees. Mr. Yakamura would like a view of your backside for a while.”
I turned around and relaxed onto my shins, bowing down until my forehead touched the carpet, stretching my palms out toward the bear.
Mr. Yakamura grunted his satisfaction and the business talk continued.
I wondered again what was wrong with me that I was letting Mason humiliate me and use me like this. Sure, I needed the money, but there was something more.
It made more sense with Dixon. I was attracted to him. Mason and Mr. Yakamura were both handsome men, but I couldn’t imagine having romantic feelings about either of them.
Yet, when Mason ordered me around and Mr. Yakamura fondled me like I was a possession he was admiring, I couldn’t deny the excitement.
“Tessa, feet flat on the floor, palms on the floor, legs spread.”
Really? What a ridiculous position.
I was glad I’d taken all those yoga classes.
Once I assumed the pose, I realized my pussy was open wide and my asscheeks were spread.
The men said a few more words to each other in Japanese and Mr. Yakamura stood. A few steps and he was directly behind me.
He laid one hand on my butt cheek. Fabric pressed against the opening to my pussy.
Was that his crotch?
Even as fear skittered across my skin, liquid excitement was coursing toward my opening. Then the cloth was gone and I looked through my legs to see Mr. Yakamura folding his fancy handkerchief and putting it back in his breast pocket. Apparently, that was what had been pressed against my crotch.
“Our guest likes to take a souvenir of his visit,” Mason said. “You can stand now.” He showed Mr. Yakamura out.
*****
Mason had not allowed me to get dressed. He said they weren’t expecting more visitors other than Mr. Yakamura again, and Mr. Yakamura enjoyed nudes.
Trying to concentrate on my work while wearing only a garter belt, hose and shoes, was impossible. I kept glancing at the door, afraid of who would come in next.
At two, the door opened and Dixon walked in. I tried to camouflage myself with the computer screen, but no such luck. His eyes locked on me.
He looked annoyed.
“Why are you undressed?”
“Your brother and Mr.—”
He threw his briefcase onto a waiting area chair. “What did they do to you?”
“Nothing really. Your brother wanted to prove he had an obedient employee.”
“And why are you like this now?”
“He told me not to get dressed.”
Dixon reached out and grabbed my wrist. I gasped, but he held on tightly and practically dragged me down the hall to his office.
Once we were inside, he slammed the door and pinned my wrist above my head, against the wall.
“What have you done for my brother?” he asked angrily.
“Nothing. I just obeyed orders.” Why did he care? Weren’t these little sessions part of my job as far as he was concerned?
“Has he fucked you?” He grasped my throat with his big hand.
“No.” I was panting now, but it wasn’t from fear. His face was only inches from mine. I wanted him to kiss me…hard.
“How has he touched you?”
“He hasn’t really touched me at all.” I left out the fact that Mr. Yakamura had touched me.
“I want to touch you,” Dixon said. He adjusted the hand on my neck so his thumb pressed my chin upward and I couldn’t open my mouth.
Why didn’t he let me reply? I would have told him I wanted him to touch me.
He leaned forward until our noses were only a half-inch apart.
Would he kiss me? Make love to me?
He lowered his face to mine and his tongue trailed a possessive path around my lips. I wanted to open them for him, but my mouth was still trapped shut.
He pressed his body against mine, the denim of his jeans rough against my naked flesh.
Suddenly, he released my chin and looked down.
“You got the wax,” he said thoughtfully. “Why?”
“Isn’t that what you wanted?”
“Yes, but did you do it because I’m your boss, or did you do it because I wanted it?” He peered into my eyes as if the answer was really important to him.
“I wanted to do it…for you.”
His jaw twitched. The look on his face said he wished he could believe me.
I lowered my gaze. What was this odd combination of emotions that made it hard for me to look at him?
He wound his fingers into the back of my hair and tightened. When he pulled, I had no choice but to peer up into his face.
His free hand slid down my stomach until it reached my crotch. His finger entered me and thrust one, two, three times. I tensed for orgasm, but the digit retreated.
I sighed.
“My, Tessa, what a wet pussy you have.”
The better to fuck you with, my dear
…
“Wet for my brother?”
“No. For you.”
Dixon raised his soaked middle finger to my forehead and traced a path down the middle of my face, leaving a trail of my own cream. He stopped at my lips, rubbing back and forth across them.
“Open your mouth.”
When I complied, he pressed the digit inside.
“Suck it. Show me how you’d treat my cock.”
Every nerve in my body jumped at the thought of Dixon’s cock being released into my care. I imagined it in my mouth, in my pussy…
I sucked his finger with all my might, hoping to tempt him into something further. I swirled my tongue around and sucked some more.
“Good girl,” he said as he slid it from my mouth. His fist tightened in my hair again, causing a pleasure shiver to race down my spine.
His wet finger slipped down my stomach, straight through the middle of my pussy lips. My whole body seemed to moan and I moaned with it.
He plunged his finger back into my pussy, raking the juices roughly over my clit.
“
Uhhhg…
” sounded from deep in my throat. I needed more.
He plunged and raked and plunged and raked and plunged and raked…
It was a phenomenal, miserable tease. Each movement sent a shockwave of need through my body, but nothing lasted long enough to allow me to come.
My eyes fell closed. I whimpered.
His hand tightened at my scalp until I thought my hair was coming out. My eyes popped open.
“You’ll look at me while you come,” Dixon said. “I don’t want you fantasizing about my brother.”
“No…I don’t want him,” I whispered.
He plunged his finger inside me again, then went perfectly still. I tightened my muscles around it.
“No, what?” he asked.
“No, sir.”
He thrust into me over and over, finger-fucking me until my body convulsed and I shuddered in spasm after spasm.