Her New Master(4)

“Ohhhh.” She leaned against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder.

Both men were fully dressed, she realized as the soft wool of his suit jacket lapel tickled her ear. And she was still fully clothed, too, but her garments were askew and nothing was hidden.

“Now fuck her,” Mr. Connor said.

Mr. Sayed started to glide in and out, as did Mr. Connor. Both cocks filled her full to bursting and she moaned at the exquisite friction of their shafts moving in and out of her. She clung to Mr. Connor’s lapels, as exquisite pleasure swelled inside her.

Mr. Sayed’s cock stroked her tight back canal, driving her wild. Mr. Connor’s thrusts sent shimmering need through her. The delight built to a heady level, bringing her closer and closer to release.

“You’re getting close,” Mr. Connor whispered in her ear.

She nodded.

“I want you to come, baby,” Mr. Connor murmured. “And when you do, say my name. Sean.”

“But I’m not supposed to…” She gasped at his sudden, deep thrust, which also drove the cock in her ass deeper.

“Fuck that. I want you to say my name.” He thrust deep again. “Say it now.”

“Sean.” The world wobbled around her as the two cocks drove into her.

“And again,” he murmured, then nuzzled her neck.

“Sean.”

Mr. Sayed’s hands cupped her breasts and she dropped her head onto his shoulder. The cocks drove deep.

“And I’m Gabe.” Mr. Sayed’s breath brushed her ear.

“Gabe,” she murmured.

“Say my name again,” Mr. Connor insisted.

“Sean,” she said as she felt the pleasure rising. As it kept on rising, she kept repeating his name. A mantra. A guide to the place she wanted to go. Over the top and beyond.

“Oh, fuck, baby. I’m going to come in you so hard.” Sean drove harder, and Gabe’s cock surged deep, too. She began to moan.

“Are you coming, baby?” Sean asked.

She nodded.

“Tell me who’s making you come.”

“Gabe and…” she sucked in a breath as they both drove deep. “And Sean.” Pleasure spiked within her and she grasped his shoulder. “Oh, God, I’m coming. You’re making me… Ohhhh…” Then she wailed Sean’s name, loud and long.

Explosions of delight burst inside her… hot liquid erupting deep… catapulting her to ecstatic heights. She wailed and rode the wave of bliss, her entire body shuddering.

Finally, she collapsed between the two men, their bodies sandwiching her tight the only thing keeping her on her feet.

“What the hell is going on here?”

Mr. King’s voice from the doorway startled her and she glanced at him. Oh, God, he couldn’t be angry because she was having sex with the two men. He’d made it clear that’s what he wanted her to do.

Then she remembered saying the two men’s first names. In fact, she’d wailed Sean’s name at the height of orgasm.

Mr. King did not look happy.

“Fuck, Erik, I thought this was okay with you,” Mr. Connor said as his drew his cock from her tender passage.

Mr. Sayed also pulled away, then zipped up.

“You can fuck her all you want. Sylvia knows why I’m upset.”

She gazed at Mr. Connor, biting her lip, then she turned to Mr. King.

“I called you by your first names,” she said.

“Called?” Mr. King said. “You’re lucky the executive offices are away from the staff or everyone would have heard you screaming his name.”

“Erik, look, that was my fault.”

She thought it was sweet that Mr. Connor rushed to her defense.

“I insisted.” Mr. Connor said. “She has to follow our orders, right?”

“She follows my orders above all others.”

Mr. King unfastened his belt and pulled it from his belt loops, then doubled it over. He narrowed his eyes at her disheveled clothing.

“Take off those clothes, Sylvia.”

She shed them immediately. Now she stood naked in the middle of the room.

“Now bend over the desk.”

She walked to the desk and bent over, conscious that her slick slit, oozing with Mr. King’s partners’ come, was fully exposed.

Mr. King walked purposefully toward her. The other two men watched from the sidelines, clearly uncertain.

Then the belt connected with her ass. Her flesh burned. Then his fingertips danced over it. Then the belt connected again, to her gasp.

“Erik, I don’t think—”

He raised his hand and Mr. Sayed stopped talking.

The belt slashed against her skin again.

“Sylvia, you know you need to be punished, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir,” she said through gritted teeth, the pain making her eyes water.

His fingers stroked over her wet folds and she let the tears fall at the pleasure.

“Would you like another?”

“Oh, yes, please, Sir.”

He lashed the belt again and she cried out. Again, he stroked her wet flesh and she whimpered, pleasure and pain mixing to an incredibly blissful sensation.

The belt whacked over her one more time, then she felt his cock brush against her folds. His cockhead, so much bigger than the other men’s, drove into her. As his enormous cock filled her to the hilt, she moaned. He thrust. In and out. Pleasure surged through her, an orgasm a breath away.

“Oh, God, Mr. King.” She gasped. “I’m coming. Mr. King… you’re… oh…”

He drove into her hard, again and again.

“You’re… making… me… come!” The last word was on a long, reedy moan. She trembled against him, giving herself up to blissful surrender.

He erupted inside her, his hot come filling her. She arched back against him, squeezing his thick cock inside her, making him groan, as wave after wave of ecstasy battered her consciousness.

Finally, she collapsed on the desk, gasping for air.

“Fuck, Erik, I don’t know how you got her, but don’t ever let her go,” Mr. Connor said.

Mr. King nuzzled her neck, then stood up.

“Don’t worry. I don’t intend to.”



Days passed, then weeks, with Sylvia going to the office each day with Mr. King. She actually started doing some real work for him, in between fuck sessions… with Mr. King… with his partners, sometimes one-on-one, sometimes with two or even all three of them at a time. No one else in the office knew what was going on.

Still, she missed Mr. Grant. Her heart ached every time she thought of him.

She typed away at her computer, making some revisions to a report for Mr. Connor.

At a tap on her door, she glanced up to see Mr. King standing in the doorway. She promptly stopped typing, assuming he was summoning her to his office.

“Sylvia, you have a visitor.”

“I do?”

Mr. King nodded and Slade stepped into the doorway, a big smile on his face. Joy burst through her at the sight of him. He was so tall and broad shouldered, he filled the door frame. His dark, wavy brown hair curled around the collar of his black leather jacket. He wore jeans and a black T-shirt and his charcoal eyes glittered.

“Slade, it’s so nice to see you. Do you two know each other?”

“We’ve met a few times,” Mr. King said. “I know he’s one of Mr. Grant’s partners.”

Which meant he also knew she’d had sex with him, just as she had with Mr. King’s partners.

“I came by to take you out to lunch.”

“I don’t know if I can. I have a lot of work.” Her gaze jerked to Mr. King. Would he allow it?

“The work can wait if you want to go,” Mr. King said with a warm smile.

“I would love to go.” Her gaze shifted back to Slade.

Slade grinned. “Great.”

She stood up and walked to the door, then followed him through the office to the elevator.

“You don’t mind riding the bike?” he asked as the elevator doors closed.

“I’d love it.”

Ten minutes later, they were sailing along the highway, the wind in her face. He turned off on a quiet dirt road and soon they pulled up in front of a small lake. He lifted her off the bike. Getting on and off was a bit tricky in a skirt, especially since she wore no panties and didn’t want to flash everything.

He opened the saddlebag on the bike and pulled out a blanket and spread it on the grass, then set a bag on the ground beside it.

“Sit.”

He sat down on the blanket and she sat beside him. He opened the bag and set sandwich containers on the blanket along with a couple of sodas, some veggies and dip, and pickles.

They chatted over lunch, about nothing in particular, but it was so nice. She liked Slade. A lot.

“So how are you finding it now? With this Mr. King?”

She frowned and stared down at her hands. “Well, I miss being with Mr. Grant.”

Slade shook his head. “He may be my partner, but sometimes I think the guy is an idiot.” He took her hand and squeezed. “If it was me you wanted to be with, I’d never send you away.”

“You know what happened?” she asked.

“Yeah, I get that you have some kind of Master slave thing going and he sold you to Mr. King.” He lifted her hand and pressed it to his lips. The kiss on her palm sent tingles dancing through her. “If you ever get tired of being someone’s possession… or if you would like to belong to me… I would love to have you. You know I would take care of you.”