Her Old-Fashioned Boss (11 page)

Roarke had sent him a few hard looks, meaning Sam would have been in a hell of a lot of trouble if he’d tried.

But that hot, round, little bottom, so pale before Roarke had applied his hand to it, had made Sam salivate within seconds, his dick so hard it had been painful. Still was.

Sam would love nothing more than to drag that shirt from her body and worship her breasts with his hands while licking her sweet pussy until oblivion overcame her.

He shifted uncomfortably and Roarke sent him a rueful look.

“You don’t have to work tonight?” she asked. They spent some nights in the dungeon, monitoring play. Well, Roarke did. As a submissive, Sam couldn’t act as a monitor, but he knew how to mix drinks pretty well.

Roarke shook his head. “We’ve taken the next few weekends off. We’ll do some weekday shifts instead.”

She nodded. “Okay, then. I would like to stay.” She smiled nervously. “Will you play tonight? In your playroom, I mean.”

Sam stiffened, even Roarke looked surprised. “No, baby, we want to spend time with you.”

“Oh, well, I mean...” She lowered her gaze. Sam reached over and placed his finger under her chin, raising her face so she looked over at him.

“Talk to us.”

Her skin blushing, she made a valiant effort to hold his gaze. “I was thinking I might watch.”

Roarke leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “I don’t know that you’re ready for that, little one.”

She turned to look at him, her chin rising. “I think I know what I’m ready for.”

Roarke raised a brow. “That so? All right, then, you can watch. I’m sure Sam won’t object to some play tonight, will you, pet?” he crooned.

Sam swallowed and shook his head, trying desperately to find some control. If he came in his pants like a teenager, he’d be mortified.

“All right then. Settled. Your clothes should be dry by now, Ava. Let’s go get your stuff and have some dinner then we can play.”

*****

“Do you need some help packing?” Sam asked her from across the bed.

Truthfully, while she appreciated the offer, she wished they'd let her come up by herself and pack a few things. After all, it wasn't like she needed much; she'd be back here Monday afternoon. Just some toiletries, a change of clothes and stuff for work. Her small apartment felt tiny with the two of them here and she didn't like the way Roarke studied everything.

“I'm fine. I'll be out in a sec if you want to wait in the living room.”

Thankfully, Sam just nodded and left the bedroom.

Ava stepped outside to hear Roarke on his cell phone. “Yes, an alarm. Uh-uh, Apartment 2B, I'll send someone with the key to meet you here Monday morning. Good. Thanks.”

He ended the call and looked over at her, reaching for her bag. “All done.”

Ava stepped back, pulling her light suitcase with her. “What was that all about?”

“Give me your bag, Ava,” Roarke ordered. She found herself handing it over before she even thought about it. Her hands landed on her hips as she stared at him suspiciously.

“What have you done?”

He shrugged, a surprisingly elegant movement for such a large man. “I've ordered you an alarm system. This area isn't the best and anyone could easily break that excuse for a lock that you have.”

“This neighborhood is just fine,” she said between gritted teeth. “And I don't need nor want an alarm.”

He simply stared at her. “I'm not going to argue with you about this.”

“Good, I don't want to argue either. I don't need an alarm. I can't afford an alarm. Therefore I won't be getting an alarm.”

Roarke smiled. It wasn't a happy looking smile and she gulped, somewhat worried.

“Is this all you live on?” Sam asked from the small kitchen. God, didn’t these guys understand the word privacy?

Sam held up one of her microwave meals and a head of lettuce. “Microwave meals?
Diet
microwave meals?” he questioned disapprovingly. “You won’t be eating any of these with us.”

Ava frowned at him. “Stay out of my cupboards.”

“Come on,” Roarke ordered. He turned and walked towards the door. Sam grabbed her hand, still muttering about the evils of microwave meals, and pulled her along with him, pulling the door shut behind them. It was an automatic lock.

“You know you're getting that alarm, don't you?” he whispered.

Yeah. She'd kinda figured that.

Chapter Five

Ava stepped nervously into what Sam called the playroom. There was only one window and the curtains had been pulled across that. Lights set at intervals along the walls were dimmed, lending it a softer look. She gazed around at the assortment of equipment, holding on tight to Sam's hand. Roarke had sent them in here together, as though sensing her nerves and wanting to give her a chance to ease into things.

“Well, what do you think?” Sam practically bounced on the balls of his feet with excitement and she couldn't help but smile.

“You really enjoy it, don't you?”

He nodded. “I do. I couldn't live without it. I know it might seem weird to vanilla types, but giving myself over to Roarke is like, letting someone with a chocolate addiction have free rein in a chocolate factory. It’s my drug of choice. It rocks my world, floats my boat, tickles my pickles, cranks my-”

“All right, all right, I get it,” she said, laughing. “You really, really like it.”

He nodded like an excited puppy wagging its tail.

“So you want to explain this equipment to me?”

She followed Sam around as he explained everything, really impressed by his patience and knowledge. This wasn't really play or a hobby, this meant something to him. When he gave himself into Roarke's care, he handed over every part of himself. And she was only just coming to understand that.

Sam demonstrated each piece of equipment. The spanking bench. The St Andrew's cross. He showed her spreader bars, paddles, floggers and, blush, anal plugs.

“How come you don't just use the dungeon downstairs?” she asked a bit breathlessly. Was it wrong that this was really turning her on?

Sam shrugged. “It's kind of weird to use it when no one else is there and Roarke isn't always big on exhibitionism. He likes to keep me to himself.” Sam winked.

“But you'd be okay with it?” she asked. Personally, she didn't think she would be. Didn't think she could stand everyone staring at her.

“I enjoy it. Not always. But when Roarke does decide to play in public it's hot, hot, hot.” He turned to her. “Will you be okay while I go get ready?”

Ava nodded, not entirely certain it was true. About two minutes after Sam left, Roarke walked through the door. Of course, his timing was impeccable; she'd just picked up a rather large anal plug.

“Bit too large for you to start with, little one. We'd need to go shopping for something more petite.”

Gasping, she turned, aware her face was bright red as she dropped the large plug to the floor.

“What? Oh, umm, sorry, I didn't mean to...”

Roarke grinned as he leaned against the doorway, his arms crossed over his wide chest. His naked, tanned, very muscular chest. Yum.

Ava bent down to retrieve the plug, trying to hide her reaction to seeing him like this. The tight, leather pants, the bare upper torso, his gleaming eyes and wicked grin.

Damn, it was a wonder she hadn't self-combusted.

Clearing her throat, she placed the plug back.

A hand brushed her back, making her squeal. “Don't be nervous, baby.”

“I'm not,” she bit back. “But you keep sneaking up on me!”

He chuckled, then led her to a large, soft recliner in the corner. Seating her, he crouched in front of her. Ava met his gaze as he smiled tenderly.

“Are you sure you feel ready for this? There's no shame in walking out now.”

“You'd stop?”

He shook his head. “I couldn't do that to Sam. He's too excited. He needs this. So do I. But you can go watch some TV or read...?”

“No. I'm ready.”

“Some of what you see tonight might upset you. Just remember that whatever we do is safe and consensual. Sam and I have been doing this for years. I know his limits and he has his safe word. No matter what goes on, it’s what we both want. I love Sam, I would never do anything to him that he didn’t want, that I thought would actually harm him. Okay?”

She nodded. She knew how much Roarke loved Sam.

“Be sure, baby, because I can't have you interfering, that's not fair to Sam. If you get upset, it’s okay to leave, just don't try to stop what is going on. Promise.”

Ava nodded.

“Good. Because break that promise and it will be you over that spanking bench.”

She gulped.

 Sam walked in. And had to swallow heavily for a whole other reason.

He was simply magnificent.

Naked, except for a thin leather necklace with two dog-ties attached to the necklace, one black onyx, one shining silver.

Tall, not an inch of fat on him, every part of him seemed sleek and sculpted from his gently arched feet to his muscular legs up long thighs to his hard and heavy erection. Cleanly shaved, there was nothing to distract from long, veined cock, the head of it thick and round.

She left the tempting sight of his shaft, licking her lips slightly as the idea of sucking him off stuck in her head. Never having enjoyed oral sex, either the giving or receiving, it shocked her that the idea of giving Sam a blow job turned her on so much.

His ridged stomach and wide chest were covered in smooth, lightly tanned skin. His hair lay free, nearly touching those broad shoulders.

Roarke cleared his throat and she blushed, realizing they were both staring at her. She looked into Sam’s face and he winked. “Wondered when you’d find your way up to my face, sweet. Not that I mind. No, I don’t mind at all.”

“Hands back,” Roarke said quietly and she jumped, wondering what he meant. Then Sam pulled his hands behind the small of his back and she realized he’d been slowly pumping his cock.

Roarke glanced over at her, his face stern but his eyes were hot.

“Come here, pet.”

Sam stepped before him and Roarke leaned in, kissing him. He ran his hands over his chest, down his stomach, brushing his erection, making Sam gasp quietly.

“Ready?” he asked the other man. Sam nodded eagerly.

“Good boy. Go lie down on the bench, stomach at the edge, feet widespread on the floor, hands out in front of you.”

Sam moved to the bench, lying just as Roarke had ordered. Roarke stepped over and tied Sam’s hands above his head before attaching ropes to his ankles, keeping them spread. He then ran his fingers around each of Sam’s wrists and ankles, checking to make sure they weren’t too tight, she realized, feeling warm at his caring.

Ava wasn’t sure what she’d been expecting. Something colder, harsher. So far, she’d seen the love in Roarke’s eyes as he stared at Sam, and the devotion in Sam’s as he stared back at Roarke.

Roarke ran his hand down Sam’s back, causing Sam to shiver.

“You’ll tell me if your hands or feet start to tingle.” It wasn’t a request and she found herself reacting to the command in Roarke’s voice, shifting on her seat uncomfortably. Roarke sent her a look so filled with heat she almost rose from her seat and went to them, begging to join in.

Instead she sat back, watching on as Roarke moved to his cupboard of toys. Pulling the door open, he selected a soft looking flogger. Ava held her breath as he flicked it, warming up his hand. The muscles in his arm rippled, the look of concentration on his face holding her attention.

Then he moved to the other side of Sam, giving her a clear view of what he was doing.

The flogger landed and she flinched, certain that Sam would cry out. But he didn’t make a noise as the flogger landed over and over, turning his skin from a faint bronze to a light pink.

“There are no restrictions on the noise you make tonight, pet,” Roarke said affectionately.

Sam immediately let out a loud, satisfied groan.

“How does that feel?” Roarke asked, never stopping.

“So good, Sir. Harder, please.”

Roarke chuckled. “Not yet. Now face our little one. I think she’d feel better if she could see how much you enjoy my flogger.”

Sam rolled his head, opening his eyes to stare at her through heavy-lidded eyes.

“It feels so good, sweet. You have no idea.”

“Explain it to her,” Roarke demanded.

“My skin is heating all over; my whole body is growing more sensitive. Being tied up like this takes away my ability to move, it means I can just feel, just take in every sensation without having to think. All I have to do is what Sir tells me.”

“Good boy.” Roarke ran his hand over Sam’s buttocks before applying the flogger there and to his upper thighs.

Ava watched as Sam’s eyes practically rolled up into the back of his head, his pleasure so palpable she could almost taste it.

“Feels so nice.”

Roarke chuckled. “I’m glad, pet. Because we’re moving to the paddle next.” He looked over at Ava. “This is his warm-up, now for the fun stuff.” He winked at her and she felt a small thrill run up her spine. She’d expected to be just a spectator, ignored and left out. Instead, both of them tried to include her.

Roarke replaced the flogger and grabbed a paddle. Ava’s eyes grew wide. Now surely that was going to hurt.

And Roarke didn’t seem to pull his swing at all as he swung it down on Sam’s buttocks. Ava flinched at the sound of wood hitting buttocks.

“Harder,” Sam groaned.

“Excuse me?” Roarke said coldly.

“Sorry, Sir. Please, hit me as light or hard as you like.”

“I will. However I think I’ll now do it with something up your ass to remind you who your Master is.”

Sam moaned as Roarke moved back to the cupboard, picking up an anal plug, thankfully, not the one she’d been playing with earlier. Grabbing some lube, he placed some over the plug before walking over to Ava.

“Hold this for me, will you, little one?” he asked, handing her the plug. Face hot as wildfire she grasped the base of the plug. Turning, Roarke moved to Sam’s hands and untied them.

“Reach back and pull your ass cheeks apart, pet.”