Elemental Pleasure (14 page)

“Put your hands against the
wall. I’m going to fuck you.
I’m sorry,
Carly,
but I can’t be gentle.”

She’d barely flattened her hands on the wall before Preston’s cock was sliding into her. When his hips brushed her ass, his body pushed against the plug, forcing it deeper. He pulled out slowly, then slid in with a kind of deliberate precision that drove her wild.

“Faster, please,” she begged.

As if her words had broken something inside him, Preston slammed into her, fucking her so hard and fast her breasts bounced, her whole body shaking from the force.

“Damn it, let me up,” Lance demanded, but Carly and Preston were lost in their own world, one made purely of sensation and overwhelming need.

“I’m close,” Carly whispered. “My clit, touch my clit.”

“Bring her here,” Lance demanded.

Preston spun them around, and Lance grabbed her arms, drawing her to him. Carly
’s
head dipped down, ta
king Lance’s semi-
erect cock in her mouth. Preston repositioned himself and slid into her again. Hands were on her
nipples, pulling and twisting. O
n her clit, circling and rubbing. There was a cock in her pussy and her mouth and a plug buried deep in her ass.

She came, overwhelmed by the physical pleasure
and the psychological
reality of what she was doing. The orgasm swept through her
,
making the muscles in her belly and legs shake. Her fi
ngernails dug into Lance’s legs
as her pussy squeezed hard around Preston’s dick.

When it was over, she lifted her mouth from Lance, gasping for air, Preston still buried in her.

“Holy shit,” Carly whispered, looking first at Lance, then over her shoulder at Preston. The men looked as stunned by what they’d just experienced as she felt.

Maybe this was going to work out after all.

~~~~

Chapter
Eight

Carly
wasn’t sure if Preston had climaxed. “Did you come?”

He smiled, looking satisfied and a little sleepy. “No man could keep from coming with you wrapped around his cock.”

Carly blushed and looked away. She started to rise, but Preston p
ut a hand on her back. “Hold on.
I need to take the plug out.”

Lance held her steady as Preston tugged on the toy. The widest part came out, and then the rest slid easily from her. A wave of pleasure so strong it might have been another orgasm shook her. Lance gathered her onto his lap as Preston walked away.

“Are you
okay?” Lance asked.

“Yes.” She laughed. “I’m a bit more than okay.”

“Good. And I’m sorry
I was too rough before.”

She met his gaze. “I don’t mind rough, but you could at least buy a girl a drink first.”

Lance’s brow furrowed. “You want me to buy you a drink?”

Carly shook her head, still grinning
. “It’s a joke.” A muscle in her back cramped and she stood, stretching. “That was a bit of a workout.”

“Untie me.”

Carly raised a brow.

“Carly,” Lance growled.

“Maybe I should check and see what else is in that box.”

S
he went to the side of the bed as Lance grumbled and tried to slide the ropes down enough so he could bend and unfasten his ankles. From the sounds of running water
,
she assumed Preston was in the en suite bathroom. With Preston out of sight and Lance still bound to the chair, she peeked into the toy box.
Feeling lighthearted and
giddy, she
grabbed something
and spun to face
Lance.

She held up the flogger, keeping her face as stern as she could. “Have you been good, Mr. Glassco?”

Lance’s eyes narrowed. “Preston has a flogger?”

“You should see some of the stuff in that box.”

The door opened and Carly turned, hiding the flogger behind her back.

“How are you doing, Carly?” Preston bent
to put the plug away
.

Before she could think twice, Carly smacked his very fine ass with the flogger. It made a dull meaty noise. Pre
ston jerked forward, falling on
to the bed, his eyes narrowed. With a squeak, Carly ran for Lance. Dropping onto his lap, she couldn’t help but giggle as Preston stood and rubbed his ass.

“Protect me,” she begged Lance jokingly.

“I might, if you’d untied me.”

Before she could scramble away, Lance turned her over his knee and landed a firm swat on her upturned ass. Carly gasped and tried to w
r
iggle away, only to be rewarded with another spank.

“Naughty girl,” Preston said. Out of the corner of her eye
, she saw
he now held the flogger she’d dropped.

“I was just playing,” she said, smacking Lance’s leg. “Let me up.”

“Did you like it when Lance spanked you?” Preston asked.

“N…no.”

“I think you’re lying. I think you like the idea of being spanked. I
’ve thought that ever since the
night we went out to dinner. You we
re far too
interested in knowing what would happen if you didn’t obey.”

“No, I wasn’t.” The protest was weak. The idea of a spanking sounded hot, but when she was bent over Lance’s knee, her ass still tingling, it was
an
even sexier
notion
.

However, it seemed like
a very bad idea to admit
to these two, who already did things to her, and made h
er feel things
that were
overwhelming.

“You like
corporal punishment?” Lance pinched her ass, making her squeal. “This relationship is getting better and better.”

“Hold her down.” Preston twirled
the flogger in his hand.

“Preston,” Carly squeaked, a second before the leather thongs landed across her ass. It hurt, but it was a dull, warm pain that aroused her. “Oh God,” she whimpered.

Preston swung the flogger once more. Carly closed her eyes, amazed by the sensations pummeling her. Heat laced with a stinging ache combined, provoking a tingling arousal in her pussy that needed satiation.

“You enjoy that? The spanking, the flogging?”

“Yes, yes,” she moaned.

Lance’s fingers pressed
between her thighs,
and slid
between the lips of her sex to stroke her clit. Carly wanted to cry with relief. She was so sensitive that with only a few brushes of his fingers, she came again, facedown over Lance’s lap with Preston standing over her, flogger in hand.

This time when the orgasm was over, she rolled off Lance’s lap onto her hands and knees,
and crawled
to the bed. Pulling herself up, she flopped down on the mattress on her back.

“The next man who touches
me gets kicked in the balls.” Her entire body was throbbing. “I need a break.”

“Fair enough,” Preston said, but he leaned over and kissed her, a soft, gentle brush of his lips against hers that had her heart flip-flopping in her chest.

*****

Lance stretched his legs as Preston undid the straps, then untied the rope. Their eyes met and Lance felt something he couldn’t explain. He’d have to spend ti
me later thinking about why he
found it so sexy watching Carly and Preston together. He took his turn in the bathroom. When he came out, Carly slipped in, her hand stroking his waist as she passed him. He pulled on his underwear and pants before grabbing the chair and carrying it back to Lance’s spare room. His office doubled as a guest room. Lance’s suitcase was in
the corner since
Preston had offered to let him
stay here while he was on the West C
oast.

Putting the chair in the corner, he set his suitcase on it and pulled out a fresh shirt. As he buttoned it, he looked over at the desk. A spreadsheet on the top of the stack caught his eye. Remembering the financial report Preston had jokingly asked him to look at, he picked it up and glanced over the figures.

Numbers were where Lance was comfortable. People weren’t his forte, but
give him a list of figures to play with and it was like he’d come home
.

The pages
looked like a complete financial report, pretty standard, a bit bori
ng. He flipped through
, wondering why Preston tho
ught it needed to be looked at. H
e was a chemist, wasn’t he? Surely there was a financial department at the company.

Though he hadn’t been doing more than flicking through pages, something
struck him. He went through
a second time. The numbers seemed off.

Backing up to the couch, he sat down and started rapidly flipping through the pages, checking the figures.

He wasn’t sure how long he’d been sitting there before a voice interrupted him.

“Lance?”

Carly was standing in the doorway. She was wearing her dress again, but he could see by the way it gaped she wasn’t wearing anything under it. As enticing as the view of her nipple was, he wasn’t distracted by it.

“We were going to watch a movie or play a game. You want to join us?”

Lance shook his head. “No. Where’s Preston?”

Carly must have noticed something in his expression. “He’s downstairs. Is everything okay?”

Lance held up the papers. “No, it’s not.”

Half an hour later, Preston was sitting at the dining room table, head held in both hands as he looked at the sheets.

“Are you sure about this, Lance?” Carly set a cup of coffee in front of Preston.

“Yes.”

“Fuck.” It was the first t
hing Preston had said in several minutes
.

“Why did you have these?” Lance asked.

“I’m a partner in the company,” Preston said. “I don’t have anything to do with the admin part, mainly because I don’t
want
to have anything to do with it. I handle the research side, nothing else.”

“Well, someone is stealing from you.” The first few pages of the report listed overall totals for various departments. Subsequent pages itemized expenses for each of the main categories. The itemized page for research expenses listed three items with the exact same dollar amounts as three items on the admin supplied itemized report. The names of the items were different, but given that they were specific amounts: $35,812.60, $42,231.80 and $29,554
.15, it was highly unlikely
it was a coincidence; Bedford’s Law said so.

“Maybe it was a mistake, someone cut and paste
d
into the wrong category.”

“Then you have a very stupid bookkeeper.”

“And you’re sure
it’s not a coincidence?”

“It’s possible, but the probability of that happening three times is highly unlikely. Also, they’re listed in the same order, which is just stupid.”

“Fuck. Fuck.” Preston took
a sip of coffee, grimaced,
then got up and poured himself a drink instead.

“So someone stole about a hundred thousand do
llars, but put in fake expenses?” Carly aske
d. “Why wouldn’t they just make up random numbers?”

Lance pointed at the bottom line. “Actually it’s $107,598.55. They’re probably using the same receipts or invoices for both the real charges and the fake.”

“Someone would have noticed that,” Preston said.

“Are these departments supervised by the same people?” Lance asked.

“No.” Preston tossed back a second drink, grimacing.

“Exactly. Whoever did this probably knows that.”

There w
as a moment of tense silence,
then Preston r
eturned to the table
. “This is not the end to this day that I’d expected.”

“Sorry.” Lance touched Preston on the shoulder, not s
ure how to comfort his friend
.

“No.” Preston held up a hand. “I’ve always considered those reports a formality, nothing more, so I might never have seen that.”

“Now I’m nervous.” Carly put her hand on Lance’s arm. “Maybe I should have you look at my books.”

“A forensic accountant would be better. I just noticed the repetition of the specific numbers.”

“I’ll talk to my company president tomorrow to see if we can hire one. I really want this to be a mistake, and n
ot someone stealing from us.” Preston
tapped his fingers on the table. “Damn it, I knew our profits should have been higher.”