Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 74643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
“I think I like you this way though.” He rests my foot on his shoulder and steps in closer to the desk. His hands run down my calf, down my thigh, almost to my bare pussy lips then sharply back up. “You have such long lovely legs. I can’t wait to wrap them around my waist. Or see them held apart by a spreader bar. Have you ever used a spreader bar Nicole?” I shake my head, my eyes widening.
I am starting to get more of an idea what is ahead for me when I take this job.
He places my foot back down on the edge of the desk. Both his hands travel up my legs then. His warm fingers leave a trail of fire along my skin. I notice the office is cool, perfect if you are fully clothed but a little chilly laying naked on a desk.
Adam’s hands are soft as they slide up my legs then, he drags his nails back down to the tops of my feet. The feeling of nails raking my skin is new and sends tingles up my legs. Adam steps around the side of the desk and kisses very lightly just beneath my breastbone. I feel his breath before his lips, soft and gentle on my skin. He places feather like kisses down my stomach while his hands continue their soft then scratching on my hips and upper thighs.
My breath is coming short, the kisses have no rhythm and I am trying to anticipate where and when his lips will tease me next. He stops just short of my clit, then moves from my torso to the tops of my thighs. He starts sprinkling tiny nibbling bites in with the kisses.
My skin is burning and I stop noticing the chill in the office. His teeth are sharp and he nips the delicate skin of my thighs and belly.
He moves one hand to my knee and slides one finger of the other across my pussy. I am so wet, his finger comes away dripping with my juices. He goes back to exploring my inner thigh with that same finger tracing wet patterns across my skin. Once in a while, he slips his finger between my lips again. He doesn’t finger me, he just runs his finger between my lips taunting me.
His kisses and bites continue coming closer and closer to my cunt but never touching it. My breath is shallow and caught in my throat. I bring my hands down from over my head, reaching for him.
I reach for his belt, the teasing of my slit is too much. I want to feel his throbbing cock. He lightly slaps my hand aside. “No, Nicole. You will need to learn patience. Hands back over your head please.” He is teasing me.
“Chase come over here and keep her hands busy.” He throws his friend a huge smile. He continues biting, teasing and tormenting me.
“Thought you’d never ask.” Chase crosses the room quickly and gasps both my wrists in one big hand. His other hand cups my face and directs my eyes to his. I bite my lip and his thumb traces my cheekbone, my jawline, my throat, and then my collar bone.
“Adam may be obsessed with your legs right now but I find your tits absolutely stunning.” He leans over and whispers in my ear, still pressing my wrists into the wood of the desk trapping them above me. I reach with my fingers and graze his erection with my fingertips. He clucks his tongue at me.
“Apparently we are waiting. I think I agree with Adam on that. If you really want to know what you are getting into, you are going to have to let us show you. Patience, beautiful.”
I ball my fists and let out a deep breath. I allow myself to sink into their attentions. I try to forget the contract, the job, and the fact that we are currently in one of the most influential offices in the city. I lose myself in the hands and lips on my skin as well as Cameron’s silent presence, seated in his leather throne watching the other two tease me.
Chase uses his free hand to trace the outside of my breasts, warm hands covering my chilled skin. I feel goosebumps creep across my skin. My nipples tighten and a shiver runs down my spine.
“Ahh such nice nipples. I can’t wait to see what they look like in a pair of jeweled clamps.” He pinches my right first then my left nipple, soft at first then a little harder each time. He continues as he pinches, “What color would you like? Ruby?” Pinch. “Emerald?” Pinch. “Amethyst?” Pinch. “I will just have to pick for you,” he decides when I don’t answer. I can’t. I’m remembering to breathe. Between the increasingly hard pinches and Adam’s occasional sharp bite to my inner thigh, it is becoming difficult to think.