“You’ve been a bad, naughty girl.” Luke growled.
His voice was dark, hard and commanding behind me, and as his hand came down to spank me again, I could feel all of my pent up tension and all of my hidden away desire come flooding out as my pussy throbbed at his punishment.
I wanted this.
I sucked at my bottom lip, pushing my ass out further towards him as I closed my eyes against the naughty taboo feelings of pleasure flooding my body.
“I was bad, Sirs.”
SMACK.
Luke and Jordan’s hands came down again and again, alternating across my upturned, bare ass.
“And why were you bad?” Jordan growled into my ear, his big hands squeezing and rubbing the tender, red skin of my ass before he brought it back up to spank me again.
“I was bad for not wearing any panties! I was bad for coming into your office without any on!” The words began to tumble from my mouth as their hands came down again, jolting me against the side of the desk.
And suddenly, they stopped.
I could feel them move back, and slowly, my face burning just as hot as my ass, I stood and turned.
Their eyes burned into me, both of them looking like they were struggling to restrain themselves.
“You should go, Sasha,” Luke growled quietly.
“Now,” Jordan husked out.
My face fell. “Oh, God, am I fired?”
Luke frowned as he took a step towards me, his hand suddenly coming up to run a finger down my quivering jaw. “Just go back to your desk, Sasha.”
I nodded, my mind whirling at what had just happened. “Um, okay, should I pack my things?”
“We’ll speak to you at the end of the day,” Jordan said tightly, his hands clenched into fists at his side and his chest rising and falling with his heavy breaths. “But for now, you’re dismissed.”
I nodded, feeling a million different emotions roaring through my body as I looked at the floor. I felt shame for getting to into what had just happened, and fear of course. Because however sexy, and captivating these two men were, they also scared me.
In a very, very forbidden, wicked way.
“Sirs-”
“You are dismissed, Miss Reed,” Luke growled, his eyes flashing at me.
I swallowed quickly and nodded. I straightened my skirt as I quickly moved past them, my face bright red and my body still roaring in confusion as I quietly slipped out the door.
8
Jordan
“Fuck.”
I swore as soon as the door shut behind her tight little ass, my hands clenching into fists at my side. The hands that had just been touching her - that had felt that perfect, smooth skin beneath them. I groaned as I bought them up to my face, rubbing my eyes before pushing my fingers through my hair. I could feel the heat and the raw desire for her course through my body like a drug, the aching need for her clawing at my sanity.
“That went too far.”
I looked up to see Luke with his forehead against his arm, leaning against the giant window and looking out over the city.
“I know, I know.” I growled. “But Jesus fucking Christ, man, she wasn’t wearing-”
“I know,” he growled shaking his head and taking deep, solid breaths.
I almost wanted to grin. Knowing that my best friend was going through the same inner turmoil as I was - knowing that he was as turned around and inside out by Sasha as I was - was almost a comfort.
He looked up, his face drawn. “She’s in deep, man.”
I nodded. “Tell me about it.”
“That fucking pussy, Jesus,” he swore, turning back to the window.
“That ass. I mean damn.”
Fuck, this was bad. She was in deep, with both of us. I’d been drawn to her before like some sort of magnetic pull. Now? Now I knew I couldn’t resist her. Now I knew I had to have her.
We had to have her.
I wanted to feel her coming on my cock, and on my tongue. I wanted to watch her face when she came for me, and I wanted to watch her melt while Luke and I worshiped her from both ends.
“We can’t,” Luke muttered, and I looked up to see him staring at me like he knew what I was thinking.
Hell, after knowing each other this long, he probably did.
“She’s not Amanda, dude.”
“I know that, Jordan, but still.”
I shook my head. “We can’t say no to this forever, Luke. We can’t keep denying ourselves because of what happen-”
“What happened almost destroyed us!” His voice was edged as he barked at me before he slowly closed his eyes and let his breath out. When he opened them, he looked more composed. “It almost destroyed us, man. Both of us.”
“We survived.”
He nodded.
“She’s perfect, Luke, and I know you fuckin’ see it too.”
He swore again as he turned back to the window. “That’s the worst part, Jordan.” He turned back. “I know she’s perfect, and it’s tearing me up.”
“God, that body.”
He groaned. “Fuck, that mouth. I want those lips stretched around my cock.”
I could feel the blood rushing to my dick. “Damn, just imagine her between us, man. Imagine that how tight she’d be with both of us pumping inside her.”
Luke groaned, and I could see his hand drop to rub the bulge at the front of his pants.
“Fuck it,” I groaned, my cock throbbing with need in my suit pants. I leaned back against my desk and unzipped, pulling it out and groaning as I wrapped my hand around it.
Luke grinned before he turned to lean against the window to the city and did the same.
This wasn’t weird - not when we were as close as the two of us were. Hell, we’d shared a ton of woman before. It’s not like we swung that way or anything - I mean, hell no. But This girl had us so wound up, turned around, and turned on, I knew there was no way either of us could leave that office without some relief.
“Imagine how tight and hot that little pussy is,” he growled, letting his head drop back to the glass as he started to stroke his thick cock. “Just imagine her moaning our names while we took turns filling her up.”
“She was so willing,” I groaned, letting my hand slide up and down my shaft. “So willing to bend over like that and take the punishment.” I groaned. “I wonder how wet she was when she walked out of here.”
“She wants it like we want it, man,” Luke groaned out. Just imagine sinking your cock in that ass while I take her mouth.”
My cock lurched in my hand as I groaned at the thought. “Not all girls want it like we want it, Luke.”
“She does.”
And I knew he was right. I knew he was right just by that look of fire in her eyes when we’d forced ourselves to step back and make her leave.
Disappointment.
Hell, she’d wanted us to go further, and knowing that had me clawing at the edges as I felt the cum start to boil in my balls.
“Wait, stop.”
I froze, groaning at how close I was, my cock throbbing in my hand. Luke was shaking his head when I opened my eyes.
“We’re doing this, aren’t we.”
I met his cold look and nodded. “Yeah.”
Of course we were.
“Hell yeah, we are. She’s not Amanda, Luke.”
He nodded. “Okay, let’s do it.” He started to tuck his throbbing hard dick back into his pants. “In which case, I’m saving it.”
“For her?”
“It’s all for her.”
I growled as I did the same, reluctantly dropping my hand from my cock and slipping it back into my pants. “When?”
He was quiet for a second before he looked back. “Tomorrow. We’ll let her sleep on it tonight, but-”
“But tomorrow she’s ours,” I finished for him, nodding and feeling the blood pound in my veins.
Tomorrow, Sasha Reed was going to be ours. Both of ours.
9
Sasha
At the end of the day, I was still sitting there at my desk feeling utterly confused, more than slightly mortified, and still totally turned on from whatever it was that had happened back in Luke and Jordan’s office.
God, how had that happened? How had I let that happen?
The ladder, my skimpy skirt, my lack of panties…it all came rushing back like the heat I’d felt between my legs. Like the raw desire I’d felt bending over that desk while the two men spanked me and told me I was a naughty, dirty girl.
No man had ever talked to me like that - not ever.
And I wanted more.
“Sasha.” The voice came like leather and silk behind me, and I whirled to see them both standing there in the doorway to their office.
I felt my face go red, followed quickly by forbidden, wet heat between my legs.
I wasn’t sure if I should be scared to be fired, or ready to let them both have me.
“We’ve discussed what happened earlier,” Luke said darkly. “Your attire was entirely inappropriate.”
I nodded, looking down and feeling so stupid that I’d been fantasizing about these two men, while they’d been in their office thinking of how best to fire me.
“Tomorrow, you will come to work more prepared.”
I looked up sharply at Jordan’s voice. “Sir?”
“Tomorrow, Miss Reed, you will not be in this office walking around without any panties on, is that clear?”
I nodded quickly, my eyes darting between the two of them. “Yes! Of course! Mr. Steel, Mr. Stone, I’m so sorry about what-”
“You’ll be wearing these instead.” Luke’s voice cut me off suddenly, as he brought his hand out from behind his back. There, in his hand, was a blood-red wrapped box.
“And nothing else, Miss Reed,” Jordan said with a small smirk on his perfect, chiseled jaw. “Are we clear?”
I had no idea what was in the box, but I found myself nodding quickly. “Yes, of course, sir.”
“Good girl.”
God, his voice was like silk across skin when he said those words to me. Like the teasing touch of a finger, or of a mouth.
Luke raised a brow as I took the box from him. “At the end of the workday tomorrow, you will see us in our office, and we’ll see where we go from there.”
I nodded again, biting my lip and feeling my pulse race, just from being in the presence of these two powerful, dominating men.
“Yes, sirs.”
“Tomorrow, then.”
They both gave me one final once over - one final lingering, fierce gaze - before they turned and strode back into their office.
I didn’t open the box until I got home.
I pulled at the wrapping, and then lifted the lid of the black box inside. And it was then that I felt the dull, throbbing ache between my legs.
I blushed crimson as my eyes flitted across the expensive, creamy lace lingerie in the box.
And right there, I knew I wasn’t being let go.
Right then, I knew my dirty, wicked fantasies involving my two hunky bosses were quickly going to become quite real.
The thought was barely through my head before I was stripping my clothes off, draping myself across my bed, and letting my fingers slide across my skin. And when I found my slick, wet pussy, I imagined it Luke and Jordan - exploring me. When I rolled my clit under my fingertips, I imagined it was their tongues, and when I pushed a small vibrator inside, I cried out, imagining it was one of their cocks.
I fumbled in the bedside drawer, feeling my body start to roll and fall towards that edge, but wanting more. I found it, there in the back of the drawer - the small dildo I’d almost forgotten I had.
I brought it right to my mouth, wrapped my lips around it, and let myself drown in the fantasy of both men taking me at once. I imagined that vibrator was one of them, and that the toy in my mouth was the other, both claiming me at the same time.
I came like a hurricane, muffling my scream with the toy in my lips as my body erupted and my pussy dripped cream down my fingertips.
What was going to happen in this meeting tomorrow?
10
Sasha
“Come in”
The voice was commanding and bold as I knocked on the door to their office.
I’d worked all day in a chic, black, high-cut trench coat. The whole day.
They’d told me “and nothing else”, but honestly, there was obviously no way I was going to sit there in that office all day in sexy lingerie.
And so I found a middle ground. I wore nothing else, but I covered that nothing else with the coat.
I felt scandalous, like some sort of call girl, or a king’s courtesan. Part of it was not knowing what was going to happen once I walked through those doors, but the other part was knowing what might - and that second part is what had my pulse beating quick in my chest, and the heat blooming between my legs.
They nodded at me stiffly as I walked in, their strong and handsome jaws turning up just a passing shadow of a smile as their eyes danced over me standing in my black trench coat.
My heart pounded as I heard the door shut behind me,
Why don’t you take off the jacket and stay awhile, Sasha.” Jordan smirked at me.
I bit my lip and nodded, and I began to pull at the tie wrapped around my torso. The jacket fell open as I pulled the knot loose, and I could see the men arch their brows appreciatively as my body came into view for them. I took a deep breath and shrugged the coat off my shoulder and let it drop to the floor. The men’s eyes flashed at me.
The lingerie they’d gotten me was probably the sexiest thing I’d ever worn. It was a matching red lacy bra and panty set, both basically completely sheer, and rounded off with sheer thigh-high lace-top stockings. I felt like a sex goddess wearing it, and from the hungry looks in my bosses’ eyes, I knew I looked it too.
“Very, very nice,” Luke murmured, nodding his head.
I nervously looked at the floor, buzzing with anticipation.
“Sasha, why don’t you come down this way so we can get a better look at you.” Jordan beckoned with a come-hither motion towards where they sat on the thick leather couch in the corner of their expansive office, a coffee table between them and I.
I nodded, and slowly began to move towards them.
“No, not that way.” Jordan said darkly.
I paused; what?
“On your hands and knees, Sasha. Crawl to us.”
I could feel the air of the room pulsing around me as I nodded thickly. I met their eyes, and saw the fierce, raw hunger there, and I nodded, submitting to them. Slowly, one hand in front of the other, I began to crawl across the floor of their office towards them. I knew my breasts were practically spilling out of the tiny sheer bra holding them, and I made extra sure to shake my hips as I moved towards the men.
God, I was loving the way they were looking at me like that. There was something so fiercely sexy, so undeniably erotic about feeling like the center of attention and the object of desire for two men at once. And that feeling was pounding through my veins like some sort of heady drug.
I stopped in front of them and sat up, perched on my knees facing them with eager anticipation. This wasn’t a business meeting. This wasn’t anything where we were going to “discuss my attire.”
I felt the heat creep through my body as I glanced down at their laps, seeing the huge bulges there.
Yeah, I knew exactly what this was.
And I wanted it.
I reached back and unclasped my bra before bringing my hands to the front again. Keeping one arm across my chest, I used the other to pull the skimpy bra from my full breasts and toss it to the side. Almost subconsciously, I felt my hips sway slightly as I grinned wickedly at the men.
I stood and started to turn, to start to pull off my panties, when Luke suddenly put his hand out and hooked his fingers into the thin string-waist of the panties, pulling me forward. I gasped, and almost dropped my arm from covering my breasts.
His face was right in front of me, his face eye-level with my barely covered pussy. I could feel his breath, hot across my slit, and I almost groaned at the feeling. He looked up at me as he brought his other hand up to the other side, and then slowly, began to pull the fabric down across my bare slit. I gasped as I felt the fabric peel away from me, and felt the air on my hot skin. He pulled, the gusset sticking slightly to my lips, clinging to my wetness before it too pulled away. He let the wet panties slip down my slender legs to my feet.
Jordan reached out and pulled my arm gently away from my body, letting my full breasts come into view. And then I was totally naked for both my bosses. For a second, I felt a wave of embarrassment rock over me, but at the same time, felt the tingling excited rush of adrenaline at being so exposed for these men. This was way past anything I’d ever imagined myself doing, but I right there, I couldn’t imagine wanting anything else.
Without any warning, Luke suddenly reached out and put his hand right on my pussy. I gasped and jumped a little at the sudden invasion of my personal space, but quickly moaned as his big fingers slid down through my slick folds.
“You’re quite fucking wet,” he growled, looking up at me with an intensely hungry look. “Is this making you excited?”
I groaned, biting my lip. He was right, I was fucking soaking down there. I nodded as he grinned at me wolfishly and started to slide his finger back and forth through my wet folds.
“I- I don’t know if we should be doing this.” I mumbled, trying not to moan at the way he was touching me. “I don’t know if this is appropriate-”
“Nonsense,” he said, his finger teasing against the opening to my pussy and making my eyes half shut in pleasure. He grinned up at me, and started to slide his fingers back and forth between my bare lips, drawing my wetness out and making me moan as my pussy flushed pink.
Jordan stood then and moved close to me. His hands reached out and full-on cupped and palmed my full, tingling breasts with his hands. His fingers found my nipples and pinched them, much harder than anyone had ever played with them. As he pulled on them, sending a charge through my core, Luke suddenly hooked a finger up and pushed, sliding easily into my wetness. I moaned, louder than I meant to, and arched my hips against him and the amazing feeling of his thick fingers pushing into me; God he felt good.