Onyx Mafia: Insatiable - Episode 5: (Lia and Meghan) (Onyx Mafia: Insatiable Book 1) (2 page)

BOOK: Onyx Mafia: Insatiable - Episode 5: (Lia and Meghan) (Onyx Mafia: Insatiable Book 1)
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Brenda caught our familiar look and started rubbing her temple. “For fuck's sake, Lia. Do you ever keep it in your pants?”

“Who are you going to have help you with the computer backups?”

She paused, eyeing me. Then shifted, graciously letting me change the subject. “Well… I’ve already texted Aaron and he’s agreed to help me.”

I raised my eyebrows.

She flushed. “I run HR, Ms. Onyx. There’s a lot of sensitive and personal data that cannot be compromised by some fumbling intern.”

“Mmhmm.”

“Shut up, Lia.”

An overly handsome guy in a expensive fitted dress shirt and black tie sauntered over. Brenda huffed and tried to edge away from me.

“Lia,” he angled for a hug.

“Michael,” I held out my hand.

He shook it, turning red.

“So, I hear you are having a dinner party tonight.”

“It’s a small event.”

“But, I heard the audit chick is going. You fucking her too, Lia?”

Brenda hissed softly, folding her arms, eyes turning hard.

I didn’t answer, letting his words echo back.

He reddened further, saying brusquely, “Well, anyway I was thinking maybe I’d stop by tonight– “

“Why?”

He stopped, staring at me with a sickened look on his face. “I just– Why won’t you give me a chance? I know you fuck guys, that asshole in accounting is still smiling.”

I saw Pamela catching my eye, motioning away. Mmmm…

Michael was waiting for an answer and for a moment I almost felt sorry for him. Couldn’t he see how transparent he was?

“Michael, the moment you become interesting I will let you know. For now, you are a simple, posturing boy wearing an expensive tie. Excuse me, please.”
 

I slipped past him and a tittering Brenda. Went through a side door and waited in the small hallway.

A few minutes and Pamela came through, her perfume filling the space. I tilted my head. “In here.” Opened the door to a smaller room meant for more intimate meetings and leaned against the door, watching her organize her emotions. Watched her trying to match them with what she expected of herself.
 

She flung herself on me, pinning my arms behind me. “Where have you been, Lia? I’ve been waiting all afternoon.”

“I’ve been away,” I said, not struggling from her grip.

“I have some news for you, Lia.” She leaned into my ear. “My husband wants to fuck you.”

“I know.”

She jerked, studying my face.

“He approached me. Pamela, I don’t fuck married men without their wife’s permission.”
 

“Jesus...” She pulled away. “Did he know about us?”

I said nothing. He knew he wanted to fuck me.

Her mouth twisted. “Is that why you slept with me, to get to Bob?”

“I fucked you because you’re sexy as hell and I wanted to know how you tasted. I wanted to see if those years of expensive gyms, the yoga and the fucking calisthenics would push you to climax harder."
 

My hands slipped from hers and I gripped her wrist. Squeezed. She gasped, her throat working in soundless desire, a rush of arousal flooding her, overtaking her carefully constructed offenses.
 

In the bedroom she was no hunter.
 

In the bedroom, Pamela wanted to be hunted.

I pulled my gazelle closer, fingers digging into her arm. "I wanted to put you on my shower wall and fuck your ass, watch you cum with my hands inside you.”

Her mouth opened, closed again. “Shit, Lia.” She leaned in to kiss me but I stopped her.
 

“On your knees, Pamela.”

She dropped, kneeling on the wood planked floor. I propped my leg on the fabric chair, pulling her head forward.

Ah, the first touch of her tongue was heaven. I pushed her hard into me, grinding against her face, smearing myself on her.

She moaned in delight, long hard flicks of her tongue increasing. Ripples of pleasure running into the center of me, her mouth hot and busy. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, the whites of her eyes wide and glazed with lust.
 

“Are you going to use that fantastic tongue of yours to lick my clit, Pamela? Make me cum into your greedy little mouth. Swallow until not one drop is left?”

She nodded and I smiled. “Good girl.”
 

A whimper escaped her parted lips. I placed her back into my pussy, her hot tongue spearing pleasure to the tips of my toes. She entered me, circling her tongue and moaning. Her nose rubbing my clitoris. My head fell back against the door and I held my fingers loosely in her hair, letting her work.

Fuck me, she was good.

She worshipped my clit and I encouraged her, thrusting in and out of her mouth. She sucked at it greedily, lips insistent and begging. Pleading for my release with her tongue. She made little hungry noises, vibrations running through me. Another deep moan on my clit made everything tighten.

“Here it comes dear. Drink up, Pamela.” I came hard into her eager mouth, my pubis pummeling her face, hands holding her head in place.

The waves pushed into her and she swallowed. Swallowed again, her rasping tongue circling inside me for more.

When it subsided I untangled my hands and she gasped, clutching the chair.

“Lia, my God!” She laughed breathily, arm trembling. “There’s no air in there, you know.”

I smiled, kneeling down. Kissed her long and hard, tasting myself and the ocean. Meghan’s mouth and Zi’s fingers and Kevin’s thrusting dick.
 

A hint of melted chocolate…

“It’s been a long day, dear. I need to get back to the office.”

Pamela nodded, “Yes. Yes, of course. Um. So, we’ll talk about Bob later?”

I touched a smear of my wetness on her face with my thumb. “We’ll see.”

Back to my office and my third shower of the day; I made note to find another way to thank Zi for finding it. Such convenience.

When I returned, refreshed and dressed in a spare set of clothes, Zi and Meghan were sitting in my red guest chairs.
 

“Anything wrong, Zi?”

Zi was sprawled out in a most unnecessary position, almost upside down in the curved chair. “After the hotel room Meghan didn’t trust herself to be alone with me.” She flashed a smile. “So here we are.”

Meghan had the look of a person re-evaluating life decisions. She glanced at me and shrugged. “Yeah, that’s basically it.”

I looked back to Zi, who return my gaze with overwhelming innocence. Then, her head tilted.
 

“Lia. Who were you just fucking?”

Meghan’s head shot up with Zi’s words.

“Pamela sends her greetings.”

Zi grunted. “Not Brenda, then.”

“No, Zi.”
 

She nodded, not looking at me.
 

I sighed. “Ladies, I have work I need to do now if we are having people over at 7:30.”

Azina twirled in her chair. “Don’t let us stop you.”

I managed to get work done, despite Azina’s quiet but insistent banter with Meghan. She had somehow coaxed Meghan to sit with her in the same chair, under the pretense of a massage or something similar.
 

Meghan kept flicking her eyes at me, gauging my reaction, which I largely ignored until I noticed the room had been silent for a while.

Oh… Well. I pushed my keyboard aside, propping my feet up to watch. Work can wait.

Zi was standing over Meghan, thrusting a pretty sizable dildo into Meghan's mouth. I recognized it as one from our collection in the back drawer, not one of my favorites but it was certainly doing the job.

Meghan's eyes were closed, breathing serenely. She tilted her head back and worked her throat, the dildo sliding in almost to the hilt.

Zi pursed her lips. "Damn. Would you look at that? Hidden talents." She leaned closer, massaging Meghan's throat. "That's so fucking hot."

She pulled the dick out slowly, enrapt.

"Shit, Meghan." The dick trailed on Meghan's lip and Zi kissed her, the toy wedged between them. Zi worked around it, catching Meghan's tongue with hers and pressing it against the phallus. She moaned, moving the dildo back and forth between their mouths and flicking tongues.

I crossed my arms, leaning back in my chair. “Well, I never wished I had one of those before.”

Zi chuckled into Meghan’s mouth, straddling her. She stuck the dildo back in Meghan’s mouth. “Hold this,” she said, undoing the back of Meghan’s dress and pulling the top down. Her mouth started on the shoulder and made a slow trail for her breasts. She sucked on them, her hips
 
thrusting into Meghan’s lap, Meghan’s smothered moans spurring her on.

Zi stood, coming behind Meghan’s chair. She leaned over, fucking her mouth with enthusiasm.“Lift your dress. Let’s see.” Meghan’s eyes were wide as they rolled up to Azina.

She frowned. “I’m hard on clothes. You don’t want me to do it unless you have a spare dress lying around.”

Meghan looked at me and I raised my brows. “She does has a tendency to rip open her presents when she’s excited.”

Perhaps the wrong choice of words. Meghan’s face turned absolutely terrified. She began making frantic, muffled noises, wiggling under Zi’s weight.

I glanced up. “Zi.”

Zi sighed dramatically, pulling the long toy out Meghan’s mouth.

“Ocean, ocean, ocean. Goddamn ocean!”

“Awww.” Zi dropped the dildo on Meghan’s lap, collapsing on the other chair. “That was so fucking hot!”

Meghan looked furious, jumping up. “You were going to tear me open with that thing!” She turned to me. “And you were going to let her?!!”

I tried not to stare at her bouncing bosom as she made her accusations. Zi was right though, it had been fucking hot.
 

“It was a poor choice of words, Meghan. I meant she might tear your dress, not your anything else. We’re not sadist.”

Zi raised her head to interject. Smiled and shrugged when I glanced her way.

Meghan looked embarrassed. “Oh. So you were just going to…”

“I was going to lift your legs wide and fuck you with that dick while Lia had a front row seat. Your chest hanging out and bouncing while you screamed... It would’ve been amazing. A-ma-zing.”

Mmm. That did sound nice.

Meghan looked entirely full of regrets. “Well, um…,” she glanced back at the chair.

“Nah, moment’s passed, sweetheart.” Zi smiled at her expression. “Don’t worry, we can finish the game later.”

I didn’t ask what game they were playing, my mind traveling to the party for tonight. “Has the caterer called, yet? Do they have a key to get in?”

“Oh. Right. That’s what I meant to tell you.”

I closed my eyes. Zi had a near genius level IQ, a surreal, almost unearthly beauty and a voracious sexual appetite only rivaled by my own.
 

However, when things didn't matter to her, they didn't exist.

Also, she likes to push my fucking buttons.

"We lost the caterer?"

"Yesterday."

She grinned at me as I regarded her. "Mad?"

My lips quirked. "Annoyed."

"On the scale of 1 to 10...."

"Four."

"Mmm.” She sucked her teeth in.

She slid out her chair, coming towards me. Stopped at my desk, turning around and unbuckling her overalls, sliding them down beneath the curve of her buttocks. She wore a neon green thong, the strip disappearing between the golden brown cleft of her cheeks.

"Damn." I heard Meghan exclaim softly, and I agreed, wholeheartedly. Her ass was magnificent.

I uncrossed my legs and stood, my hand sliding down her thigh, into her left pant pocket. Grabbed the well-oiled ball and unraveled it slowly, my eyes on Azina and her small, secret smile.
 

“Did I say four? I meant five.”
 

“Lia...”

“Five, Azina.”

Clasping the back of her neck I pushed her down against my desk, her bare ass high in the air.

“What’s - uh… what’s going on, guys?” Meghan’s face was equally frightened and titillated.

Before we came to this arrangement Zi expressed dissatisfaction the range of my reactions. She thrived on great swings of emotional interplay. When she fucked up royally she needed me to tell her. Show her.

She designed the whip herself, oiling it every night, the pattern loose enough to be rolled into a tight ball. Little intersecting hearts dotting the length of it.

I trailed it down the crack of her ass, playing hide and seek with her thong.
 

“Pull them down, Zi.”

She did so, wiggling her hips, pushing the panties down as far as her hands could reach with her body still pinned to the desk.

“Do you want Meghan to leave?”

Zi shook her head no against the wood, her eyes closing in concentration.

“Uh, yeah. I’m gonna step outside, anyways. Good luck with–” She waved her hand nervously, opening the door. I saw her outline lean against the outside tinted glass.

I turned back to Zi. “Hands.”

She placed them flat on my desk, her breath starting to quicken. I drew out the moment, lightly tapping the inside her thigh with the whip.

“Spread your legs, Azina.”

Her eyes flew open. She looked at me with incredible, panic-struck desire, legs shifting open.

“Wider.”

She did so, gripping the edges of my desk.

“Lia?,” her voice was hoarse, shaking.

“Do you have a word you wish to speak?”

Her gaze, ah the stubbornness on that face. She shook her head.

I smiled. “Then beg me.”

She did, though we both knew it wouldn’t matter.
 

She begged me not to whip her; when it began, my arm moving methodically, covering the top of her ass to the cuffed underside, returning for the unmarked inches in between; she begged me to whip harder.
 

I made her count the lashes, her cheeks and thighs burning bright. Five lashes for each point on the scale. Her rules.

Tears ran down her cheeks when a glancing blow landed on her pubis.

“Please...”

“Please what Azina?”

“... do that again.”

I did. Two more and her hips began thrusting into it.

BOOK: Onyx Mafia: Insatiable - Episode 5: (Lia and Meghan) (Onyx Mafia: Insatiable Book 1)
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