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Every deal has a loophole.
…the Receptionist, Book 2
Dana Arthur’s new job with the firm of Cowell & Dirk is going well. Translation: the occasionally kinky ménage with her two bosses, Ethan and Simon, has been several months of politically incorrect bliss.
Except the relationship feels unbalanced. While Ethan is the undisputed master, the partners’ iron-clad agreement stipulates that Simon must be present as she performs her “duties”. And she senses there’s a subtle, powerful tug-of-war developing for more than just her body.
Simon had agreed to share the firm’s fiery, sensually daring receptionist…to a point. With Simon out of town, Ethan plans a feast of erotic temptations designed to have Dana begging him to break the deal. He didn’t realize his heart would be a casualty.
Once she surrenders to his wicked demands, Dana realizes there’s no going back. It’s time for a three-way renegotiation…this time, all or nothing.
NSFW!! Do Not Try This at Your Job. Contains highly inappropriate workplace behavior including m/f/m, m/m, bondage, creative use of office space and a high-stakes trip to Atlantic City.
By the time Punishment Day dawned, I was a wreck. I hadn’t gotten much sleep in between the crazed sex dreams. Taking my post at the receptionist’s desk, I reviewed my strategy. Shut up and take it, as long as Ethan stayed within the rules. In no time, the red light on my phone blinked.
“Come in to my office,” Ethan’s gravelly voice ordered. “Leave all your clothes on, please.”
Fully clothed for a punishment? That was new. Then again, it would have been against the rules to make me strip. Or would it? Come to think of it, we’d never spelled out the rules.
I tiptoed to the door of Ethan’s office. This was new too. I’d never been invited into Ethan’s domain. For all I knew, Blackbeard the Pirate lived in there. Or maybe Hitler’s body was stashed in the cabinets. I wouldn’t put anything past Mr. Ethan Cowell.
But it wasn’t anyone fictional or historical who greeted me as I opened the door. In fact, it took a moment to recognize her. Streaked blonde hair, splattered freckles, slim body set off with boobs the size of coconuts. Chantalette the Temp. I’d spent a torturous morning training her to fill in for me when I had a dentist appointment. And believe me when I say the dentist chair was a relief after that. She was useless. Even tied up, she looked lazy.
She hung limply from the coat hook on the wall, right next to Ethan’s trench coat. As if she’d flashed herself right out of the coat. Her fingers curled onto each other. Her pale skin glowed with a sheen of sweat reflected in the fluorescent lights. When she saw me, her first reaction of surprise was followed by a smug wink. As if to say, “guess all that training paid off.”
“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.”
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