At 5:00, Mia was partially disappointed that Sam had never called her back into his office, but then, she wasn’t sure if she could handle another round with him that afternoon. She was still a little sore from the first time.She grabbed her purse from the bottom drawer, wondering if Sam had only said she needed to be ready for him to call her back in that afternoon in order to mess with Beau, and headed out of the office for the day. She’d arranged for a car to pick her up, thinking she should just go home and get some sleep. It had been a long last few days.Beau was waiting for her in the hall outside of her office. She tried not to make a face. He was there because he cared about her after all. “Hi,” he said, his hands shoved deep down into his pockets.“Hi,” she said, forcing a small smile onto her face. It wasn’t as if she didn’t have feelings for him. She did. It was only… they weren’t supposed to see each other at work. And the only way she could keep the two relationships fro
Beau’s mouth worked over hers, dragging Mia’s breath from her lungs as his hands slid up her skirt. He grasped both sides of her thong and dragged it down, past her knees, and Mia kicked her shoes off, no longer caring that she likely still had his brother’s essence on her.His mouth moved to her neck as he slid two fingers between her folds, a moan escaping her lips. He was so gentle with her, treating her most sensitive parts as if she were made of porcelain as he carefully stroked. Mia wound her arms around him, leaning her head back against the limo seat, her eyes closed.A trail of kisses led down her neck to the tops of her breasts visible between the parted top three buttons of her shirt. He used his free hand to unbutton the next on and then unhooked her bra, freeing her while his hand continued to softly rub against her clit, making the world foggy in a divine way.“Your nipples are red and swollen, baby. Do they hurt?” he asked, his fingertips just grazing one hardened peak.
Mia lay awake, staring at the ceiling above her bed. While she’d taken a shower and then gone to bed early, after a dinner of pizza delivered from the place down the street, she’d woken up a few hours ago, around 2:00 AM, and couldn’t go back to sleep.Her thoughts were jumbled. She’d been dreaming of hands touching her, lips on hers, but she wasn’t sure who it was. In the dark fog of her unconscious state, it was impossible to tell. Sometimes, the kisses were sweet and slow, and she thought it must be Beau, but then, the man in the darkness commanded her, taking her roughly, and she thought it must be Sam. In some, sick twisted perversion of her own mind, had she managed to merge them both into the same man?With a loud sigh, she rolled over, grabbing a pillow and punching it into submission before dropping her face into it.What had she gotten herself into? What would her mother say if she knew what she was doing? Her mother had always taught her that chastity was a virtue, that she
Sam arrived at the office early. After hours tossing and turning in bed, thinking of Mia, he’d made a phone call and spent the night with a woman he’d picked up at a club a few weeks ago. While it had been fun, she hadn’t satisfied him, at least not in the way he needed to be satisfied. Sitting behind his desk, attempting to get some emails answered before everyone else arrived, including Mia, he realized she was the only one who could give him what he needed.Which was a problem, because he knew it wouldn’t be long before something had to give. Either Mia would quit her job to be with Beau, which meant that Sam would never be with her again. Or his brother would draw a line in the sand and make Sam choose between his brother and Mia. Choosing Mia would also mean a split in the company since clearly Beau wouldn’t be able to work with him if he knew that Sam had chosen fucking Mia over working with his brother.It was just a matter of time.He’d never seen Beau look at a woman the way
The red light was flashing. Finally. Mia had been trying to be patient. After more dreams about each of the brother the night before, she could hardly stand sitting there, waiting for Sam to acknowledge her. At least Beau hadn’t come to visit her. If it wasn’t for the “no touching” at work rule, she might’ve rammed him up against the wall and had her way with him anyway.Now, Sam was summoning her. Heat rose through her core, causing a pool of moisture to dampen her panties as she pulled herself up from her desk and headed to the door. Sometimes, she considered “forgetting” to knock, just to see what her punishment might be, but she didn’t want to risk it today. What if her punishment involved Sam refusing to touch her? She couldn’t chance it.He was sitting behind his desk when she walked in. His eyes slowly made their way from hers, down her breasts, to her too-short skirt. His tongue darted out of his mouth, traced across his bottom lip, and then his perfectly straight, white teeth
The sight of Mia standing there blindfolded, her body trembling slightly either through nervousness or anticipation, made Sam’s cock harden even more beneath his trousers. She was chained to the celling, her hands spread slightly above her head, her legs at hip width, though he hadn’t fastened her ankles. He’d save that for another time. If he didn’t move to her soon, he would explode before he could get his slacks down.With each breath she took, her breasts lifted and fell. Her nipples were hard and elongated. He wanted to suck them, to pull them between this teeth and listen to her moan with a mix of pain and ecstasy as he ran his tongue along each peak, sucking her deep into the back of his mouth.That would have to wait as well. The moist mound between her legs was calling to him. All night long, she was all he could think about. Denying himself any longer could push him over an edge he did not wish to explore.Quickly, he unbuttoned his shirt, watching her bite down on her lower
Mia sat down at her desk and rubbed her wrists, trying to keep her mind off of what had just gone on behind the closed door of Sam’s secret room. The cuffs he’d used had been padded with fur, so they hadn’t hurt, but the sensation of being chained wouldn’t go away. She’d enjoyed it far more than she ever would’ve imagined.Sitting on top of him, bouncing up and down, using her own body weight to create friction and bring herself to a pleasure point she’d never experienced before. The last time she’d been with Sam, she’d marveled at the way he took control and commanded her every move. This time, she’d had more freedom, even though she’d been cuffed. His hands on her hips had guided her, but she’d had the power to move up and down as quickly as she wanted to and situate herself however she pleased.Mia sat at her desk and pondered what to do with the rest of her day. She’d already ordered Sam’s lunch and would need to deliver that shortly, but other than that, she had nothing else to d
The opera house was absolutely stunning. Mia sat down in the plush red velvet seat Beau directed her to in a box high above the stage. There were four seats here, two in front and two behind, but since they were the only ones attending, she would have a fabulous view and not have to worry about anyone talking in the two empty seats behind her.Her eyes wandered along the magnificent theater. The building was over a century old, but it was so well kept, she felt as if she’d stepped back in time. Intricate carvings decorated the various viewing boxes as well as the railings along the wall. The wallpaper was textured and had an ivy pattern that seemed to meld into the stucco of the wall itself. On either side of the stage, long, red velvet curtains that matched the seat she was poised on were held back by golden cords, another curtain beyond that hiding the stage.“Are you comfortable?” Beau asked in a near whisper, a pleasant smile on his face. He looked incredibly handsome in an Armani
Mia Eason set the phone down in its cradle and glanced over the paperwork in front of her. Everything was in order, and she was ready to go into the conference room to present her marketing campaign to one of the biggest clients her new company had ever acquired. If she could sink this account, Whitaker and Eason would be on the map.Three years after she’d quit working as Sam Whitaker’s secretary, she and her fiancé, Beau, had decided it was time for them to start their own marketing agency. It had been difficult for her to leave her job at Reggie Smith’s company, Smith and Associates. She’d been so happy working for him for almost three years between the time that she quit Whitaker and Whitaker. Reggie had really taken her under his wing and taught her everything she needed to know about being a successful marketer in such a large market. She’d finished her degree and quickly climbed the ranks at Smith and Associates. Even though Beau had helped her get the job in the first place, t
Mia’s entire body was vibrating, her head fuzzy, and she didn’t know how much more she could take from Sam’s contraption when she heard the door opening. Her eyes were slitted as she looked up, assuming it was him, coming to do more to her. In a way, she would welcome the human contact, even if she didn’t think she could handle anyone touching her most sensitive parts now. They were swollen and so delicate, she wasn’t even sure she could manage to sit quietly behind her desk, given the opportunity to do so.Sam was moving quickly as he turned the machine off, causing the vibrations streaming down the wires attached to her nipples and nub to stop. He removed the giant dildo from inside of her as well. Mia’s body continued to feel as if she were being assaulted. She lay back on the netting, trying to still herself and draw a deep breath into her lungs.The voice she heard wasn’t Sam’s though, and when she realized there were two men in the room, and the other one was Beau, she immediat
His brother was pissed. It was clear to Sam that Beau suspected what he’d done to Mia, despite his best attempts to keep his temper under control in front of the clients seated next to them in the conference room.Sam couldn’t help but flash a devilish grin. If only Beau could see his beautiful girlfriend now, her legs spread wide as Sam’s machine fucked her brains out. He would come unhinged. That’s what happened when his little brother tried to play with fire, though. Of course, he’d get burned. For Beau to think that he could possibly attempt to steal Mia away from him was absolutely ridiculous.Beau left the room under the guise of going to get his secretary, Emily, to bring in the coffee he had suggested, but Sam was fairly certain Beau just needed a moment to attempt to compose himself. It would be fun to watch Beau’s futile attempts to keep himself calm while they met with the representatives from Seleka Enterprises. Beau would do his best to rush through so he could confront h
“Thanks a lot for your help, Reggie,” Beau said, hanging up his cell phone. With a satisfied smile, he stared out the window at the fabulous view of Chicago for a few minutes. Finally, everything was starting to come together.A light knock on his door let him know Emily had arrived to get him for his meeting. “Come in,” he said, still smiling.Emily breezed in the door, holding the files he’d be needing. “Good morning, Beau. Here are the reports you asked for and—what has gotten into you?” She stopped, staring at him, her eyes wide as she giggled.“Huh? Oh, nothing. I just… got some good news. That’s all.”“Well, I hope it has to do with Mia. We really had a nice time the other night at dinner. She’s such a wonderful person. It’s really too bad she has to work for Sam.”“Hopefully, that won’t be the case for too much longer,” he said, standing and taking the files from his secretary. “I just heard from my friend Reggie. He owns a marketing firm down the street.”“The one Mia applied
Still sore from the intense pounding Sam had given her, Mia watched as Sam readied whatever he had in store for her next. She wasn’t certain what all of the contraptions he’d assembled on a stand near the web she was still attached to might be, but one of them was a giant dildo the likes of which she’d never seen before. It made even Sam’s enormous member look underwhelming. Was he intending for her to take all of that in? Would it even fit?Sam attached the phallic shaped item to some sort of machine and brought it closer to her, not putting it inside of her—not yet, anyway. Then, he took two clips attached to long cords which were plugged into the machine and pulled them over to her, walking around to the side of the web as he did so.They were nipple clasps, that much she recognized. Her tits were still erect from all of his sucking. When he attached the cold metal pieces to them, it stung. He didn’t tighten them, which Mia thought might be a good thing, though she had no idea what
Looking around Sam’s forbidden lair, Mia wasn’t sure what to think. She had no idea it was as large a room as it was. Not that it was huge, but for a secret room tucked inside of the walls of an office building, it was bigger than she’d imagined. All sorts of contraptions and furniture pieces were set about, most of them oddly shaped. Mia couldn’t imagine what Sam used some of them for. She had a feeling she was about to find out when it came to at least one of them.He tugged on her arm to get her moving, but he didn’t have to yank hard to get her to go. It wasn’t as if she wasn’t curious to find out what he had in mind. Her throat still burned a little from the deep throat fucking, but she was wet and quaking to feel him inside of her.Sam led her to what looked like a spider’s web hung in the middle of the room. “Lie down,” he snapped. She wasn’t sure how she would even mount the apparatus. It looked as if it might not even hold her weight. But with his prodding, she grabbed hold o
Mia blinked at Mr. Whitaker twice, not sure she understood what he was saying. The way he was staring at her, his dark eyes filled with a mixture of longing and hate, a ripple of fear coursed down her spine.She’d just handed in her resignation. If he had bothered to read the letter, he’d know that she’d said she’d give him two weeks to find a replacement, but she didn’t have to do that—did she? She’d worked past the time in her contract that said she’d have to pay the money back she’d borrowed at the beginning if she quit. She could walk out of his office right that moment, and there was nothing at all that he could do about it.But she didn’t want to do that, not when his eyes were burning holes through her. She knew that, in the mood he was currently in, anything he’d do to her would take her to the brink of ecstasy, that the mix of pleasure and pain would be unlike anything she’d ever experienced before.Besides, she’d never intended to quit cold turkey, to simply walk away from S
Being back in the office Monday morning was therapeutic for Sam. He hated going out of town, especially in a rush. When one of his most important clients had called late Thursday evening insisting that he come to his headquarters the next morning, he’d had no choice but to drop everything and go, even if he didn’t want to.Now, sitting behind his desk, he was glad to be back in Chicago, glad to be in the office. He had a ton of work to do since he’d spent too much time entertaining Greg while he was visiting and not enough time paying attention to his other clients. He definitely needed to devote most of the work day to getting caught up on emails and returning phone calls.But he wouldn’t be able to do that right away because his ability to focus was seriously jeopardized at the moment. He’d had quite a few good looking women over the weekend, but none of them were able to put out the fire burning inside of him. Only one woman could do that. Until Sam had his fill of Mia, he wouldn’t
Lying on her back, a blindfold tied tightly over her eyes, her hands cuffed to the bed above her head, both of her ankles spread wide and chained to the foot of the bed, Mia struggled for air. A few days ago, she would’ve never guessed Beau was capable of making her feel this way, but now that he had her secured so tightly to the bed she could hardly move, spread so wide he could surely see all the way to her soul, she knew he was just as capable of taking her over the edge as Sam was, and in many ways, possibly even more capable. After all, Beau knew how to make her feel both sexy dirty and cherished, something Sam never had a handle on.Beau’s tongue swirled around her most sensitive area as he pulled, licked, sucked, and nipped her. Her pussy was already drenched with her own juices, but having his mouth there had her arching her back as best she could with such limited movement, trying to suck air into her lungs. Her muscles spasmed around his face, and all she could get out of h