Slice of Pi 2 (25 page)

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In no time at all, Iris had Owen flat on his back on the table and was rolling a condom down on his dick. This hadn't been her plan at all. This was supposed to be a flogging and some teasing, but dammit, she wanted more, and for once, she wasn't going to question it. She was going to let herself get caught up in the moment and take everything Owen wanted to give. She didn't bother to undress, only slipped off her panties from under her skirt and climbed on top of him, straddling his hips and sinking down on his cock.

“Oh my god.” He exhaled, clenching his fists at his sides, the O-rings on his cuffs jingling.

“How does it feel?” She shifted her hips slightly, sliding up and back down again, and he stared up at her in sheer reverence that would have been overwhelming if she weren't already too far gone on this man to care.

He groaned as he began to move. “You feel incredible, Miss.”

Iris laid her hand on his upper chest, right near his neck, and pressed down. “You can come when I do.”

He thrust up out of reflex and moaned. “Thank you, Miss.” Smiling, he reached a hand between them, the leather of his cuff pressing against Iris's skin, and found her clit with his fingertips.

Words left her, and all she knew was the swift climb to orgasm, the hard length inside her, Owen's straining body between her legs. Everything else dissolved. She knew she was fucking this man in a dungeon, she knew people were watching, but nothing else mattered but the two of them in this space, sharing this experience. She barely had time to prepare herself before she was coming, and a moment later, Owen followed her over the edge.

In the moments afterward, Iris stared down at Owen, emotions welling inside her that had nothing to do with sex. “Is it crazy that I think I'm in love with you?”

He smiled and propped himself up on his elbows. “If it is, I'm crazy, too.” Reaching up, he cupped the back of her neck with one hand and pulled her down for a kiss. She could feel his grin against her lips and couldn't help grinning back.

“Come on.” She eased off him, grabbing for the tissues nearby. “Put some clothes on. I want you back in the room, because there is no way I'm done with you yet.”

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Just before the elevator doors closed, a couple got on with them. The man wore a stiff black leather collar with a leash attached, which his partner held. They both smiled at Iris and Owen. The woman holding the leash appraised both of them, took stock of the cuffs Owen was still wearing, and broadened her smile. “That was a hell of a scene down there. You two do any swapping?”

Owen and Iris looked at each other and smiled. Iris took Owen's hand in hers. “Not right now.”

“Okay.” She nodded, her smile still intact. “If you ever change your mind, we come here every year.” They got off on the fourth floor.

“You sure about that?” Owen bent down and nipped at Iris's ear. “They were both pretty good looking.”

“Maybe someday, but right now, I'm not interested in taking anyone for a ride but you.” The bell dinged open on their floor, and Iris grabbed Owen by the hand and dragged him to their room.

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By the time they collapsed together a couple of hours later, sated and covered in a sheen of sweat, Iris wasn't sure she could have another orgasm if she tried. Owen looked similarly exhausted.

“You're going to destroy my sleep schedule, I swear to god.” Owen rubbed his eyes.

“You love it.” Iris curled up into him, loving the intimacy of the moment, the intimacy that both exhilarated and frightened her.

“I love
you.
” Owen kissed the top of her head.

Iris tipped her head back to look up at him. “I'm still going to freak out now and then about commitment, you know.”

“I figured.” Owen stifled a yawn behind his hand. “And I'm going to tell you you're being crazy.”

Iris ran her hand over his chest in slow circles, her palm coming to rest over his heart, its beat firm and reassuring beneath her touch. “I love you, too.” The words felt strange, but not unpleasant. “It isn't as scary to say that as I thought.”

Owen laughed, a low chuckle. “I'll take it.”

They sat in silence for a few minutes, and Iris thought she could be happy like this, maybe forever. For once, the thought of forever didn't terrify her. Instead, it excited her with its myriad possibilities, and all of them starting with this man, right here.

“So.” She rolled onto her stomach. “What are we going to do for the next day and a half of this convention? We've already done the dungeon.”

“Well, we're going to do the dungeon again, of course.” Owen rolled his eyes like it was obvious. “And, you know, there are more classes tomorrow. And a lot of vendors.”

Vendors. Right. Iris licked her lips. “That reminds me. There's something else I think we should get you while we're here.”

Owen raised one eyebrow. “And what would that be?”

Iris smiled. “A collar.”

Acknowledgments

We've made it to Level Two of Slices of Pi! The second slice, I suppose. Thanks again to the usual suspects, my agent, Saritza Hernandez, and my editor, Elana Cohen. To describe their wonderful qualities would exhaust my supply of positive adjectives and sound like hyperbole instead of what it actually is: the truth. Another big thanks to my husband for only rolling his eyes a little every time he realized midconversation that I was actually wearing my headphones and typing instead of listening to him. I love you, honey. To my Kik group of fellow kinksters, thanks for beta reading various scenes for me and letting me know what was working.

Author's Note

The Geeky Kink Event features prominently later in this book, and if it sounds like your idea of a fun time, I have good news: it's a real event! It's included in this book with permission by Jeff Mach, the founder/leader/guru of GKE, who is a wonderful man and a host of beautiful events. Geeky Kink and its sister event, Geeky Kink New England, occur every year, and while I transplanted the convention in this book to Kissimmee for the purposes of the story, Geeky Kink is generally held in Piscataway, New Jersey. I thought about making up a convention for the book, but my own Geeky Kink experience was so wonderful, I decided to be true to the already-existing convention. The mood of GKE as it's described in this book is authentic to my actual experience, and if you're kinky and geeky (even just a little!), I highly recommend that you attend. You might even see me there.

Check out what's up next for the ­employees at PI Games with

Single Player

Level Three in the steamy Slices of Pi series by Elia Winters

coming September 2016 from Pocket Star!

Matthew Abrams leaned back
in his chair and glanced around his cubicle, then back at the time displayed at the top of his computer screen. Still half an hour to go in his workday. Somebody ought to do a study on why five o'clock took longer to arrive on a Friday afternoon rather than any other day of the week, because today had definitely been five times longer than a normal day. Seemed like he'd been checking the clock every five minutes since lunch. And yeah, he could get more work done, but he'd checked everything off his to-do list that was actually
essential.
The “wouldn't it be nice?” items could wait until Monday, or whenever.

The lack of sunlight didn't help the atmosphere in here. The programming and design teams at PI Games both kept their rooms fairly dim, preferring to work by the light of their computer screens as opposed to the harsh fluorescent overhead bulbs of the office building. The owner, Will, had tried to replace them with more natural LED bulbs, not liking his whole office building to look “like a damn cave,” as he said, but he was a gamer himself from way back and understood the appeal of a dark room and a blue-lit screen.

But Matthew wasn't the dark-room kind of guy. He kept a small desk lamp with a sunlight-mimicking bulb, and now it flooded his desk with a warm glow, keeping his solar-powered bobblehead happily moving to its own mechanical rhythm. Working in the dark all day meant he lost his sense of time. Each morning, he passed from the brilliant Florida sun into the dark air-conditioned office building, and then emerged again at the end of the day, back into the heat and sweltering humidity. It was somewhat of a surreal existence, and right now, he really wanted that sunshine.

Bored, he got up and wandered out of the programming room in search of his friend Isabel. The design room was across the hall, and Matthew pushed open the door to the designers' darkened cubicle farm. Well, more like a cubicle family farm, since there were only four members on the team. Isabel Suarez, the design manager of PI Games, was—as usual—hard at work at her desk, her brown curly hair pulled back in a low ponytail, headphones over her ears giving a clear “do not disturb” message that Matthew had no intention of following. He leaned slightly over the cubicle wall, then a little farther, and when she still didn't look up, he waved his hand in front of her screen. She jumped, made a face, and then pulled her headphones off. “What?”

“Wanted to see if you had plans this weekend.” He folded his arms on the gray cubicle wall. “I'm going to do some classic shooter co-ops and thought you might want in.” If there was any way to pull Isabel away from work, it was by inviting her to game.

Isabel pushed her yellow-tinted glasses up into her hair. “Tonight?”

“No, tomorrow. I'm working tonight.”

Isabel looked at him askance. “You're working late? Why do I doubt that?”

Matthew put a hand over his heart. “Isabel, I am offended that you think so little of me.”

She rolled her eyes. “Oh please. You're a nine-to-five programmer, Matthew, and we both know it.”

“Guilty as charged.” He shrugged. There was no shame in avoiding the compulsive workaholic qualities of his coworkers. “At least I have time to have lunch with my coworkers on Fridays, which you missed today because apparently you can't pull yourself away from your work.” He raised an eyebrow at her and gave her his most devilish grin.

“I know, I know.” She sighed. “I couldn't pull myself away. Next week, I promise. So what, you're busy tonight but it isn't work?”

“Not here.” Matthew shook his head. “I'm working at Gigi's tonight. I picked up a shift. Gaming's tomorrow night, though, if you want in.”

Isabel took out her phone and tapped through a few screens. “Nothing in the calendar for this weekend. I might be free. I'll let you know.” She tossed her phone back into her bag and pulled her glasses back down over her eyes.

So quick to slip back into work mode. He couldn't relate. “Hang on, hang on. Why don't you and Caleb come by the club tonight? I'll mix you up something good.” Although he spent a lot of time with both Isabel and Caleb here at PI Games, where Caleb was creative manager, he seldom saw either of them outside the office. Matthew and Isabel had only grown closer over the last year after she'd met Caleb at DiceCon and he'd joined the PI Games team; shortly after, Caleb and Isabel had started dating out in the open, and everyone agreed they made an enviably adorable couple. He wanted to hang out with them more, but Isabel was always working.

Isabel looked back up at him. “Matthew, you know I'm not a nightclub kind of person. And I'm probably going to work late tonight. At my
real job
.” She looked pointedly at the clock on the wall. “Especially if I keep getting interrupted before I can get my work done.”

“Okay, okay.” He held up his hands in surrender. “Just trying to get you to go have some fun.”

“You have enough fun for the both of us.” She smiled, pulling her headphones back on. “I'll text you tomorrow if I want to do some gaming.”

Matthew wandered back out into the brightly lit hallway, and then again into the dark programming room, where he settled back at his desk and skimmed over his coding from the day just to have something to do. Too bad most of his friends had such an unflappable work ethic. It was hard to get them to goof off with him. Not that he didn't like his job, of course. PI Games was a fantastic place to work, and being a programmer was awesome, but it was hard motivating himself to do more than was expected of him. That sort of thing was for overachievers like Isabel. He worked, he wrote immaculate code, he met his deadlines, and then he went home.

Lately, he'd been picking up more and more bartending shifts at Gigi's to earn a few extra bucks and stay engaged in the social scene, and he was looking forward to heading back there tonight. Tending bar felt like being back in college again after too much adulthood, especially since a bunch of his shifts ended in an after-hours party somewhere. Even if he was almost thirty, there was nothing wrong with maintaining his youthful enthusiasm. He leaned back in his chair and stared down his clock. Five minutes to go.