Office Toy (2 page)

Why did she hope that he was suggesting something more?

"Turn for me."

Elle tried to speak, but her voice completely failed her.

Cunningham slowly drew a corkscrew in the air. "I want to inspect you from behind. Face away until I instruct you otherwise."

Elle's feet obeyed so quickly that she lost her balance and had to steady herself against the table for a moment. She started to glance back at Cunningham for reassurance, but she checked the impulse.

She didn't know how long she stood there, waiting to be released. Her heart rate had kicked up, and her face was so red that her ears burned.

"Very nice," Cunningham said. "You didn't answer my question. How far will you go for this job? We have to be sure that you'll accommodate our clients in every way. That you'll anticipate their needs."

Facing away, it was easier to speak the truth. "I'd do anything," she whispered. Because she needed this job. Because she felt oddly compelled to please Cunningham, whatever it took.
 

"Excellent. You may face me now."

Elle turned back around, this time careful not to lose her balance. She stared at Cunningham's expensive Italian shoes.

"No, Elle, not like that." He easily covered the distance between them, caught her chin and tilted it up so that her eyes met his. He smelled of
power
. That was the only way she could describe it. He smelled expensive and foreign and so very far away from the world she knew. She almost wanted to beg forgiveness for having inhaled his scent without permission.

He pushed her gently into a chair. "You are wonderfully submissive, but you need to be confident, too. Remove your skirt and top."

She'd said she'd do anything, and she'd meant it. And it wasn't like undressing for this sexy man, who was the source of her recent fantasies, could be considered a hardship. Slowly, her fingers rose to the top button of her blouse, but her hand lingered there, indecisive.
 

Cunningham waited patiently.

Finally she swallowed, felt her throat move. She undid the buttons slowly. When she finished, she shrugged out of the blouse and gripped it so tightly that her hands ached.

"Sit up straight." He held out his hand until Elle relinquished the shirt. His brow wrinkled when he touched the fabric. "Take off your skirt, and don't be all day about it. I have a meeting this afternoon." To Elle's horror, he dropped the shirt into a wastebasket, then hit a button on the phone. "Nolan, I need you with the tape measure."

 
Just as Elle stepped out of her skirt, the sour receptionist entered the room. He stared at Elle, and his hostility melted away. He wasn't surprised to see her undressed, just … horny. He held a flexible tape measure, and he approached her with more enthusiasm than Elle had thought him capable of.

"Nolan." Cunningham's stern voice arrested the man's progress. He handed over the tape measure without protest, and Elle was relieved. Sure, he was hot, but she didn't want his hands on her. Not after the way he'd acted earlier.

Cunningham looped the tape around her waist, and Elle shivered. The soft material of his shirt brushed against her hips, and his fingertips grazed her stomach as he adjusted the end of the tape measure.
 

He took her measurements quickly, and Nolan jotted down the numbers, staring at Elle with open lust. His deep blue eyes contrasted agreeably with his dark hair. He really was very hot when he wasn't scowling. Too bad she hadn't stripped down before asking for coffee.

Cunningham tossed the tape measure at Nolan, who caught it with ease. "Seven suits and ten shirts. Shoes and accessories at your discretion. Might as well signal Jonathan on your way out," Cunningham said.

"Aye-aye, Captain." But Nolan's attitude had changed, and there wasn't any bite behind the words. His attention kept wandering over to Elle.

"Be fast if you don't want to miss all the fun," Cunningham said. Nolan's eyes gleamed, and Elle's mouth went dry.

As soon as the door shut, Cunningham closed and zipped up her portfolio and set it aside with more care than Elle would have expected. "Sit up here on the table," he said.

The wood was cool under her butt. "Lean back," Cunningham instructed. "I want your head right at the edge."

She obeyed, her heels scraping the wood as she moved back. The end result put her at eye level with Cunningham's tented pants. He cupped her chin and slowly brought his mouth down to hers. Even though she had tacitly agreed to whatever was happening, she was relieved that his dark eyes sought out hers, checking.
 

Her desire must have been obvious because he nodded in satisfaction and dipped to taste her lips. She didn't see anything after that because her eyelids fluttered closed. The man knew how to kiss! He moved his tongue over her lips, opening her gently while his fingers slid from her chin to wrap around her neck, just firm enough to remind her of his strength.

The moan that built in her throat seemed to hang in the air. Cunningham's kiss became enfevered. His hands moved to her breasts, and she tingled wherever he touched her. When he slipped his fingers into her bra and caressed the smooth skin and her hardening nipples, she arched up to him.

The door opened, and Elle tried to sit up. "No. Stay where you are," he whispered, his lips still on hers. Cunningham straightened and Elle turned her head.

Jonathan Arrow stood there, his eyes roaming up and down her body. Cunningham was attractive, but his business partner had leading-man looks, that aura of being from a different species. And this gorgeous man was staring at her as if she were the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.
 

"Hello, Elle. I'm Jonathan, and I'm very pleased to meet you." With an appreciative nod of the head, he turned to Cunningham. "Nolan was right. You were holding out on us."

"I could have called you in an hour," he growled softly.

"Point taken. But I apologized for that. Or I meant to." Jonathan closed the door and quickly shucked off his three-button jacket. His blue dress shirt fit his body well, displaying a long, lean torso and broad shoulders. He wasn't as well-muscled as Cunningham, who was also removing his jacket and tie. Cunningham's body was all power, mirroring the way he spoke and how he smelled. Jonathan would lose an arm wrestling competition if Cunningham were there, but Elle suspected he moved quickly when necessary.

She decided she preferred Cunningham. After all, on a hotness scale of one to ten, they were both off the charts, but Jonathan was almost
too
good looking. His face was too perfect. And even though Cunningham scared her witless, there was a gravity to him that she found more irresistible with each passing minute.

Jonathan approached her as if they'd known each other for ages, and Elle tried to force herself to relax.

"You are very pretty." He wrapped an arm around her chest to unhook her bra. With a grunt, he pulled it off impatiently and gathered her breasts in his hands, pushing them together so that he could simultaneously take both nipples in his mouth.

Elle sighed and squirmed as her nipples hardened. Despite her nervousness, she loved the attention. She never would have initiated any of this, but she wanted it desperately. Needed it. This was the best job interview she'd ever had, and assuming she wasn't misreading things, she had the job. Hopefully that meant spending lots of time being laid out like a buffet for these two gorgeous men.

She glanced from one to the other, wondering if they were bisexual, but they both had eyes only for her.

"This one is mine," Cunningham said. "I want her used thoroughly, but she's mine."

"Forever?" Jonathan asked, his tone goading.

"For today." His tone left no room for argument.

With a jerk of his shoulders, Jonathan moved back, then busied himself with removing her shoes as if that had been his sole intention all along.

"Now, Elle, if anything happens that makes you uncomfortable, you are to let us know so that we can decide if we want to stop."

"… Or kick it up a notch," Jonathan suggested ominously. His low laugh made Elle shiver. "But given your psych evaluation results, we think we've got you figured out well enough."

Cunningham unzipped his pants and pulled out the largest cock Elle had ever seen firsthand. She'd only had a few boyfriends, so she could easily enumerate the number of cocks she'd met, but Cunningham was undeniably in a league of his own. It wasn't just that it was long—though it certainly was north of eight inches—but the girth was substantially more than she'd ever seen before. Despite their many penile differences, all of her partners had been the same thickness.

Oh, she'd always fantasized about a fat cock. Something to stretch her pussy and really fill her up. She didn't even see ones she liked in porn, at least, not often. Her eyes met Cunningham's, and when she saw his cocked eyebrow, she realized she'd been smiling in anticipation.
 

"Open up, Elle. This is your punishment for messing with the plants."

He slowly pushed his thick, swollen head over her tongue. The skin was smooth but firm and tasted just a little bit salty. Jonathan moved around the table and placed one hand over her breast as he undid his pants. Elle didn't have time to see what kind of cock he had for her because Cunningham picked up the rhythm, pulling all of her attention back onto him.

Her eyes locked with his as he moved deeper into her mouth. His hands cradled her head, supporting it and taking the strain off her neck as he pushed in. When he touched the back of her throat, she twisted and squirmed.

"Only five inches. Cunningham, she'll have to be trained," Jonathan said.

"She'll get there," Cunningham said before pressing himself back into her mouth. "If she doesn't, I'll have to find another way to punish her."
 

Jonathan bent over her hips. "She's burning hot," he said before applying his mouth over her panties. He drew the thin fabric aside and slid his tongue up and down her slit, tasting her.

Cunningham worked her mouth. When he finally got her to accommodate all of him, she was rewarded with the sensation of the base of his cock against her lips, and her nose pushed against his body. With Jonathan pleasuring her pussy, the world started to swim. She moaned, then coughed, then she panicked and gagged.

Cunningham moved back and caressed her cheek.

Jonathan sat up from his feast and laughed. "Elle, you're going to have to work overtime until you get your gag reflex under control."

Elle's lids fluttered closed. "Yes, Jonathan."

"Might as well start now," Cunningham said firmly. "Jonathan, would you mind?"

Elle's head was turned the other direction, and a large, bulbous head slid over her lips. He tasted delicious, and despite the earlier teasing, he was being kind to her, never giving her more cock than she could handle. She snuck a peek up and saw that his head was thrown back, his eyes closed in ecstasy.

Cunningham peeled off her panties while Jonathan rocked into and out of her mouth. Then Cunningham's mouth pressed against her, skin on skin. Elle's moan was cut off by Jonathan's erection, and he squeezed a finger in her mouth. "Gotta get you ready to do a better job with Cunningham," Jonathan gasped. "Because I suspect you're going to rack up the punishments very quickly."

Elle liked his cock and finger together in her mouth. She felt rather dirty in any event. Too bad both men were so large because it would have been nice to get both cocks into her mouth, or at least both of the heads. She'd seen it in a porn once and had found it very hot.

She jerked suddenly and tried to squeeze her legs closed.

"Relax." Cunningham had started to lick his way along her folds, tickling her clit and fingering open her tight pussy. He knew just how to touch her, and she moaned and shivered under his ministrations.
 

Jonathan pulled his cock free and inserted three fingers into her mouth. "Stick out your tongue," he said.

She did, moaning because Cunningham had brought her to the brink of orgasm, but he didn't seem inclined to let her over the edge. Jonathan used the fingers of both hands to keep her jaw wide open. Then he fucked her mouth, ramming his rigid shaft all the way into her. When he stopped thrusting, his cock pulsed in her mouth, and he slapped her cheek lightly. "We're taking it easy on you, you know," he said as he squeezed one of her hard nipples.

She grunted most unladylike, and Cunningham stood. "Jonathan, we'd better get into your office. I don't want her cries bringing in the whole office. She's not ready for that."

"Good point," Jonathan panted. He eased up. "You'd never guess that I came three times this morning."

"Oh, I'd guess," Cunningham said grimly, but with a twinkle in his eye. Then both men laughed. Cunningham scooped her up as if she were weightless, and Jonathan opened the door.

Elle worried that another employee would see her, but she decided that if the men weren't concerned, she probably shouldn't be, either. The time to protest was long past, so she turned her head into Cunningham's shoulder and let him cradle her, pretending for a moment that he was more than her new boss, that he was her boyfriend, protecting her and sharing her.

They didn't go far, just a few doors over. Cunningham set her on her feet and Elle blushed as she took in the office. There was a bed pulled down from the wall. She had the impression it wasn't often stowed away.

Handcuffs dangled from another wall, and cuffs for the ankles as well. Strange chains and straps dangled from the ceiling.
 

"You actually work here?" Elle asked, incredulous.

"Ah, so that's what your voice sounds like," Jonathan said. He seemed genuinely surprised. "Very sexy. And yes, I work here when all this stuff is put away. Maybe I was optimistic, getting it ready," he added thoughtfully. "But I had a good feeling about you."

Elle smiled shyly. "What about the other workers?"

"Everyone who works here has been carefully screened. Clients don't drop by unexpectedly, and to most people, this is just another office."