Office Toy 2 Client Satisfaction (3 page)

She gasped, her hand hitting the table and sending her butter knife onto the floor. The vibration stopped, and Elle fought to catch her breath. After the foreplay of Cunningham's spanking, she needed release. Badly.

Gustav placed the object—the remote control—on the table. He laced his fingers together. "Shall I repeat the question?"

"Y-yes, please," Elle stammered. A solemn waiter ushered away the fallen silverware.

The corners of Gustav's mouth curved. "I can tell by the way you hold yourself that you are a woman of considerable appetite. How do you satisfy your sexual urges?"

"I, um, well." Elle took a deep breath, but she couldn't make herself go on.

Gustav's fingers moved to the remote, and he switched it on again, this time at a much lower speed. He left it on.

Elle angled her hips down and spread her knees, trying to use the chair to bring the vibrator closer against her clit. When she glanced down, she saw that her peaked nipples strained against the dress's silky fabric, the nipple shields making them even more prominent than they would normally be. She would have to remember to feel humiliated later, when a delicious orgasm wasn't just a hair's breadth out of her grasp.

Karl took Elle's hands in his and squeezed them. There was so much restrained power in him, and when she met his green eyes, she was caught off guard by the burning lust that heated his gaze. Maybe he was a sophisticated workaholic, but he was all male. "What do you do for sex, Elle?"

The truth welled up in her throat, and the support in Karl's eyes made it easy for her to speak. After all, it was impossible that they didn't already know; they just wanted to hear her admit it. "I guess I'm the office fuck toy," she said with a breathless little laugh. It was hard as hell to talk when she was so close to coming.

Gustav's voice lowered. "The whole office? Tell us about that."

Elle colored. "No. Not yet. Just for Cunningham, Jonathan and Nolan."

Gustav and Karl exchanged a glance.
 

"How long have you been working there?"

"Almost a month," Elle said.

Gustav switched off the remote and leaned back. Elle sulked a little and squirmed, trying to get the apparatus in her panties to finish the job.
 

"You were right, Karl," Gustav said. He thoughtfully tapped his lower lip with his thumb. "I've half a mind to teach Cunningham a lesson."

Karl turned over one of Elle's hands and caressed the sensitive skin of her inner wrist. "Just because we can't keep her doesn't mean we can't play with her." He dropped a hand to her knee. "Elle, would you like to come now?"

"I couldn't—"

"You can and you will." Gustav tapped the remote, and the vibrator kicked into high gear. Elle's belly tightened, and each time she inhaled, her breasts rose up.

Gustav slipped a hand under the table and placed it high up on her thigh, above her stocking. He moved her dress back as confidently as if he'd touched her a million times before, and he squeezed her hard enough to bring her attention to him.

"Come for me, Elle," he said. His finger plucked at the tight garter strap, and it snapped against her skin with a sizzling kiss. Karl squeezed her other thigh, and Elle had the impression of being held open for these men to take their pleasure. They had all the control; she had none.

She bit down hard on her lip as she yielded to the insistent humming that warmed her clit and folds. Still, a strangled, joyful noise escaped her as her pussy clenched so violently that she shook all over. The hands on her thighs kept her from coming off the chair, though by the time the orgasm waned, the hands had slid up to the juncture of her thighs, so close to her hungry, plumped lips.
 

The vibrator was shut off just in time for the waiters to bring plates of fragrant food. Elle glanced around. No one was staring at her, but that didn't mean no one had noticed. Now that she'd come, she could see the world with clear eyes, and one thing was certain—she wanted to go to the bathroom and get rid of the vibrator.

But Cunningham had put it there, so she shouldn't remove it. Even though she was angry with him, she couldn't disobey.

"Crap. What timing," Karl said under his breath, his eyes shooting daggers at something behind her.
 

Elle turned to see what had annoyed him, and her heart leapt up into her throat. They hadn't deserted her after all! Jonathan, flanked by Nolan, headed her way. As always, Jonathan's tousled, movie-star hair and easy way of moving made heads turn toward him. Seeing him so unexpectedly gave Elle a jolt, and she saw him with fresh eyes: astonishingly attractive, Nordic coloring, and a face so beautiful that despite his friendly demeanor, their first encounter had rendered her speechless.

Behind him, Nolan was impeccable in a gray suit. Even at this distance, Elle could clearly read the controlled anger in his dark blue eyes. That didn't necessarily mean that something was the matter; she was starting to get used to Nolan's moods, but if he fucked her before he calmed down, she'd be sore for days. Not that it was a bad thing. She looked longingly back the way they had come, but Cunningham wasn't with them.

Jonathan indicated the empty chair with a nod of the head. "We thought we'd find Cunningham here," he said.

Gustav's eyes crinkled as he levelly returned Jonathan's gaze. "It seems he changed his mind."

Jonathan looked questioningly at Elle, and she colored, remembering how Cunningham had so easily dismissed her earlier.

Nolan folded his arms across his chest. "We'll be at the bar," he said. His tone was bored, but Elle could tell that he was furious and fighting to hide it.

"Ok, ok," Elle said. "Can
someone
explain what's going on?"

"It's nothing," Jonathan said. "Come to the bar when you're finished." His eyes fell on the remote control, but Gustav slid a hand over it.

"I'll hold onto this," he said. "Enjoy the bar. Feel free to put your drinks on my tab." He turned dismissively and picked up his knife and fork and cut into his appetizer. "Your trumpet mushrooms are getting cold, Elle," he said as if Jonathan and Nolan weren't still standing there.
 

Elle's breath caught as fury rose in Jonathan's eyes. She thought he was going to pull Gustav out of his chair and punch him, but Nolan muttered something under his breath, and Jonathan seemed to get a grip on himself.
 

Then he leaned over and kissed Elle gently, his lips soft on hers. He straightened. "Enjoy your dinner." He turned and walked away.

Elle's mouth dropped open. She'd had Jonathan in her mouth, in her pussy, in her ass … in every way a woman could take a man, but he'd never acted anything but professionally in front of strangers. And now he had kissed her in the city's most exclusive restaurant. What was that about?

"Maybe we should call Cunningham," Karl said.

"No." Gustav took a sip of his wine. "She's ours for the night. If those two want to watch or join in, let them, but a deal is a deal."

Karl set his glass down and met Gustav's gaze. "Cunningham hasn't had one of our girls in weeks. I'm not a betting man, but I'd wager he stopped around the time Elle started working for him. He can make up all the excuses that he wants, but he was
never
too busy before. I think— "

"I heard you. Now drop it." Gustav picked up Elle's fork and pressed it in her hand. "Eat."

Elle stabbed at a tender mushroom and mechanically brought it to her mouth as she tried to process everything that had happened. Cunningham had stopped playing with other women? It'd be stupid to get ahead of herself, but now she knew. He had feelings for her, too. He had to. So why did he keep her at a distance? He couldn't be unaware that something real was developing between them. Cunningham didn't seem the kind of man to be oblivious to anything, let alone his own thoughts.

But what if he was?

Elle hadn't spent too much time thinking about why the three men preferred to share a partner. After all, it suited her, too. And even though she had fantasized about something more with Cunningham, she knew she'd miss Jonathan if Cunningham claimed her for his own. So how would something like that work? And then there was Nolan. She was very attracted to him, even though he drove her crazy.

Gustav motioned for her to keep eating. Elle swallowed the mushrooms, only casually noticing how buttery and delicious they were.
 

Gustav shoved his plate away. "Let's just get room service. Take her down."

Karl wiped his mouth with his napkin and dropped it on the table as he rose, and he held a hand out to Elle, helping her stand.
 

He led her through the restaurant. Elle had to go very slowly because the vibrator had shifted, and she was more worried than ever that it would fall out. It seemed to take forever to reach the elevators.

"Don't let Gustav fool you—we're not going to force this. It's a shame," he said as he adjusted the strap of her dress, "that it ended this way." He leaned in. "You're talented. If you ever leave Cunningham & Associates, you have a job with us. Whether you want to be the 'office fuck toy' or not." His smile warmed her heart.

Gustav and Nolan strode out. "Jonathan's just settling the tab, so wait here for him," Gustav said. He kissed Elle's cheek. "Cunningham better get his act together. Maybe next time I won't be feeling so generous." His voice was a solemn promise that made the submissive in Elle tremble. He wouldn't be an easy lover to please.

"Wait," she said, her voice barely a whisper. She cleared her throat. "I want to know, were you expecting to have sex with me tonight?"

Karl raised his eyebrows in surprise at her sudden brazenness, but Gustav nodded, unflappable.

"Where?"

"Hotel suite, just down two floors."

"Cunningham was supposed to be with you," Nolan said. That fury was in his eyes again, and suddenly Elle understood. Cunningham was making it clear that he wasn't attached. That he, in fact, didn't care about her at all.
 

Her decision was easy. She turned to Karl and Gustav. "I would like to explore this."

"Elle …" Nolan looked anguished, but he didn't finish his thought. When it became clear that he wouldn't, Elle said, "All four of you."

The elevator opened and Elle stepped on. "Two floors down, you say?"

Nolan held the door open. "We'll wait for Jonathan—"

"Who is right here. I take it the evening is in fact just getting started?" His carefree smile turned into a wink when Elle looked at him. He leaned in. "I think you're going to have fun. Do you trust me?"

Elle looked up into his beautiful eyes and nodded. Maybe Cunningham didn't give a crap what happened to her, but Jonathan cared.

The suite was … sumptuous. Elle had never used the word to describe anything before, probably because she'd never seen anything that deserved it. It seemed fit for a prince. Everywhere she looked was pure luxury.

The four men moved through the first room as if it was just another expensive, gorgeous part of their lives. Which it probably was.

Only Nolan seemed uncomfortable, and it didn't seem to have anything to do with his surroundings. It was like a storm cloud had gathered over his head, and Elle imagined that at any moment, lightning would fly out of his fingers.

Jonathan stepped forward, wrapped an arm around her waist and tilted her head up. He kissed her greedily. It was the opposite of how he'd kissed her in the restaurant. It was hungry. Demanding.

"Strip," he growled, barely raising his mouth from hers.

He was rarely so dominant with her. Elle trembled a little because of the order. Or maybe it was Jonathan's kiss doing it to her. She slid the straps off her shoulders while Jonathan unhooked her garter belt and pulled it away. Then he yanked the dress down her body, taking her panties—and Cunningham's torture device—with it. Her nipples stood up proudly, adorned nicely by the shields.

He inhaled sharply when he saw them. "Sexy as hell, but I wouldn't want them to get in the way." Jonathan gently pulled them off and dropped them onto the crumpled dress. He was breathing so hard and fast that Elle barely noticed the sounds of suit jackets hitting the backs of richly upholstered sofas.

Jonathan tossed her over his shoulder, and Elle shrieked and grabbed at his rock-hard ass as all the blood rushed to her head.
 

"If you wriggle like that, I'll probably drop you." He faked a stumble to underline his point, and Elle squealed and squeezed her eyes closed. When she opened them again, he was carrying her through a double-width doorway. Moments later, he lowered her onto a large bed. Then he climbed atop her, undoing the buttons of his crisp, white button-down shirt. She brought her legs up, moving her calves over his, and her silky stockings let her legs slide easily over his pants.

"Be still." He pulled his belt off. Behind him, the other men were loosening ties and undoing their pants. Gustav's cock was thick and—Elle had to blink twice to be sure she saw what she thought she did—had the longest foreskin she'd ever seen. Even erect, his hard cock was still covered.
 

Gustav approached. "You look hungry," he said.
 

Damn, his accent was so sexy, she hoped he would talk a lot.

"She loves to suck cock," Jonathan said, a note of pride in his voice. "And like everything else she does, she's great at it." He swirled a tongue around her nipple, and when Elle gasped, throwing her head back, Gustav wrapped his hand around her neck and pulled her toward him.

"Open."

She relaxed her jaw and licked her lips before opening for him. She kept her eyes open, too, entranced by his cock. Gustav traced her lips with the head. It was unbelievably soft and velvety. She licked the tip with her tongue, then swirled it inside the loose, slightly puckered skin, seeking out his hardness underneath.

Gustav pulled back the foreskin and thrust into her mouth, balls deep. He held himself there and chuckled as Jonathan leaned his weight onto her arms, stopping her from squirming. "Amazing." He pulled partially out, then changed his mind and slammed into her with a grunt.