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Once he moved I could clearly see he was shoving two fingers in and out of Linc.

“Touch him, Linc,” Jill moaned while also wrapping a hand around Scott’s length.

Scott massaged one of Jill’s breasts while each of them replaced Scott’s hand, jerking him off while continuing to rut against each other.

“Yes, like that. Just like that,” Jill groaned as Scott pinched one of her nipples while Linc did the same to the other one.

Apparently that was the last any of them could force their brains to put together words as they all fell into moans and cries of pleasure. The trio raced toward their orgasms together until Scott was the first to yell out right before his thick, white come shot out to coat Linc’s chest, which seemed to cause a chain reaction. Linc shoved off the bed, nearly unseating Jill as he too shouted out. She rode him until he stopped gasping.

“Mmm, that was fun.” Jill smiled at the two men, who were lying on their backs sucking in air as fast as they could.

“Not… acceptable,” Linc said between breaths.

“You… didn’t… get… off,” Scott said, on the same wavelength.

I smiled. At least they were considerate.

After a long moment, Linc rolled until Jill was on her back and he pulled out from her.

“Eat that delicious pussy,” Linc directed Scott while moving up on the bed to lie next to Jill.

Scott didn’t waste a second before diving between her spread thighs.

I knew he’d be tasting not only Jill, but Linc as well since they hadn’t used a condom. From the way he was eating her, he didn’t mind. Or maybe he liked it even more because of that fact. They
had
been making out when I’d walked in on them earlier.

It didn’t take long for Jill to be writhing on the bed with Scott’s tongue lashings when Linc’s hand joined in teasing her clit while sucking and nipping at her breasts.

“Yes… Yes… Yeeessss,” Jill sighed, dragging out the final word as her body tensed on the bed and her nails dug into each of the men wherever they landed.

I waited a few moments until they were all three cuddled up on the bed whispering to each other in contentment. I would call them later in the day after they had had a chance to recuperate and get themselves together. No need to ruin the afterglow of a good fuck.

Session successfully completed.

As I walked through the lobby of the hotel, I ducked into Alix’s office. Unfortunately she wasn’t there, so I left her a sticky note on the screen of her computer to call me before heading back to my office next door.

If I’d known what she was dealing with I would’ve stuck around. Too bad I didn’t find out until later.

 

Chapter Three

~Alix~

 

The day had started out much like any other day as an event planner for a high-class hotel. More rich kids’ parents throwing them parties in our ballroom. More companies putting together meetings in the boardrooms we had. I was booked solid for the entire week, either with appointments with clients to go through what they wanted or to be on hand for an event.

My first client of the day had called and cancelled right before they were scheduled to come in, but I brushed it off. However, when my second and third client did the same thing I became frustrated.

Sitting around for three hours doing nothing when I should’ve been working sucked. If they’d given me more notice I could’ve scheduled in other clients during that time, but each had waited until right before their time to cancel.

At least I had more time to prepare for the three meetings that were scheduled that day in various rooms.

When businessmen and women started to filter in for them, though, most gave me odd looks or straight-up glares. I didn’t know what I’d done to get the looks, as I didn’t even know half of them, but apparently it was something.

I quickly went to the restroom to check my appearance, but nothing was out of place. My skirt suit was still professional — no cleavage or too much thigh showing. It didn’t make sense.

After the start time, I ducked into each room and made sure they had everything they needed before heading for the front desk. Thankfully, Jennifer was working.

Ever since she’d introduced me to the world of BDSM we’d become close, even if she didn’t enjoy the lifestyle.

“Something strange is going on,” I told her.

“Why?” she asked between patrons checking in.

I quickly brought her up to speed on the events of the morning and she frowned.

“That
is
weird. Maybe someone will tell you if you ask?” she said, shrugging as if it was the best idea she had.

I couldn’t think of anything else either, but I certainly wasn’t going to walk up to someone and ask why they were giving me weird looks. Sighing, I said goodbye and headed back to my office, but I glimpsed a blonde-haired goddess sitting in the lobby. Seeing Mariah, John’s ex, stopped me dead in my tracks.

She was flipping through a magazine. As if feeling my eyes on her, she looked up and met my gaze. A broad smile slid across her face as she gave me a girly finger-wave, then turned her attention back to the gossip rag she was reading.

Her appearance left my stomach in knots. I hadn’t seen her in months and had thought she’d leave me and John alone since we were living together, but apparently not.

I stared at her for a few moments longer before deciding avoidance was the best course of action for the time being. Maybe it was all a coincidence that she was in the lobby. Yes, she knew I worked there and that John often brought his clients there for their ‘sessions,’ but perhaps she was meeting someone and it had nothing to do with me or John.

I wouldn’t hold my breath, but I would hope.

Returning to my office, I saw I had missed a call. Another client cancelling. At this rate, I’d be getting fired. That thought brought tears to my eyes unexpectedly. I rushed off to the bathroom for a bit of privacy.

It had to be a fluke. Just a bad day. That’s all.

Sitting in the stall, I tried to call John, but it went straight to voicemail like it normally did when he was with clients. I hung up without leaving a message. After I had a chance to calm down, I’d try him again or just talk to him when we were at home.

By the time I actually made it home, I was exhausted both physically and emotionally. The day hadn’t gotten much better. At least a few of my clients had shown up for their appointments. I even had a few new leads for future events. However, the fact that more than half my day was wasted on waiting for people only to have them cancel had drained me. The last event, a bar mitzvah, had been the kicker. A bunch of little boys trying to pick up on me when their family members weren’t watching or trying to sneak booze into the party when they were clearly underage. Not to mention a set of demanding parents that constantly had me running to keep everything up to their standards.

I kicked off my shoes and dropped my purse on the side table by the door. Normally I took them to the bedroom, but I simply didn’t care after my day.

At least I found John in the kitchen stirring something deliciously aromatic on the stove when I managed to hobble in.

“Well, hello, Precious,” John said, putting down the spoon and wrapping me in a tight hug.

Breathing in his scent and feeling his strength wrapped around me was all the comfort I needed to have the day fade away. I hugged him back while nuzzling into his chest.

“Have a long day?” he asked, rubbing up and down my back with a hand while the other held tight around my waist.

“Mmm hmm,” I mumbled against him.

“Go on, kick up your feet. Dinner will be ready soon and then I’ll give you a nice foot rub while you soak in the bath.”

He always knew exactly what I needed. I sighed happily, but still refused to let go of him. After a long moment, I finally released him so the food didn’t burn. I turned to walk out of the kitchen, but his hand on my arm stopped me.

“Hey,” he said, hooking a finger under my chin and forcing me to meet his eyes. “Where’s my kiss?”

I gave him a soft kiss before pulling back again.

“Everything okay?” His brow creased with concern.

“It is now that I’m home. Just a really long day,” I said before striding from the room, not wanting to talk more about it until after dinner. In the bedroom, I changed into my favorite jeans and a tank top before returning to the kitchen.

John had a glass of wine waiting for me. I picked it up and took a long draw from it before sighing.

“Want to talk about it?” John asked, looking over his shoulder while cooking.

“No, John. I don’t want to talk about it,” I snapped. I was tired and on edge from all the stress I’d been dealing with all day. However, when he flipped the stove off and moved the pan to a cool burner, I knew I’d made a mistake.

He turned slowly to face me. Without a word, he took the glass of wine from my hand and put it on the counter before threading his fingers with mine. He led me to the bedroom and dropped my hand before opening the armoire that held all our toys. Withdrawing a few items, he surprised me by walking into the closet. When he returned he held a pair of my old jeans that I never wore in one hand and a slew of other items in his other hand. He dropped everything on the bed before looking at me again.

“I understand that you had a bad day and for that reason I’m not going to punish you, but I will not allow you to wallow in it the rest of the night. Strip,” he said, tucking his hands into his pockets.

Instantly, I pulled my tank top over my head.

“No, just your pants,” he said, stopping me.

I tugged the shirt back on before undoing the button and zipper. Why he had me changing jeans I didn’t understand, but I figured the reason would be revealed soon enough so I stepped out of them and stood in only my panties, awaiting further instructions.

“Spread your legs,” he instructed, taking a step closer to me.

I did as I was told.

John knelt in front of me and I jumped when he slipped something around the big toe on my right foot.

“Breathe, Precious.” His warm breath slithered along my panties, making me shiver in anticipation. His fingers slipped into my panties, pulling them aside so he could tease my clit briefly.

“Oh!” I shouted when I felt something bite into my tender flesh. Only then did I look down to see what he’d done, but all I saw was a thin rope running up my leg. Best I could figure was that whatever he’d clamped onto my clit was attached to one end while the other was wrapped around my big toe.

“Now the new jeans,” John said, holding them out for me.

I hadn’t noticed him standing again or moving to retrieve them from the bed, but I had been momentarily distracted by the pain. It had dulled to something I could easily handle since the initial surprise had worn off.

I stepped into the new pants and fastened them.

John stepped close to me and snapped a handcuff around one wrist.

“Put your hands in your pockets.” He waited until I complied, feeling there were no actual “pockets” where there normally would have been – they’d been removed, before undoing the zipper and threading another pair of handcuffs into the opening. He clasped them together to make them longer before securing my other wrist in the opposite side. As he closed my pants again, I realized that my hands were locked into my pockets with very little room to move.

“Now comes the fun part,” he said, smiling at me in a way that had every nerve in my body standing on end.

I loved when he took control of me. The look on his face said clearly that I was all his to do with as he pleased. 

“These will take away your sight,” John said, holding up a pair of sunglasses I’d never seen before. They had padding on the inside of the lenses and when he slid them onto my face they effectively blocked everything out.

He brushed a finger tenderly over my cheek. His fingers wrapped around the side of my neck as he leaned close enough that I could feel his body heat radiating against me.

“You doing okay, Precious?” His lips brushed against my ear as he spoke.

I swallowed hard and nodded once.

“Now I’m going to place something over your lips. You will still be able to breathe through your nose.” He rubbed his cheek against mine briefly, telling me without words to trust him to take care of me.

I trusted him with my life so it wasn’t even a question in my mind.

Something sticky was placed over my lips and I guessed it was a piece of tape from its texture.

“Last thing.”

I heard him move around for a second before I felt something squishy being inserted into my ears. He’d effectively taken away every one of my senses, leaving me completely at his mercy.

He wrapped a jacket around my shoulders before buttoning it closed before putting the hood up over my head. He wrapped my arm around me walked, then led the way out of the room.

Every step I took pulled on my clit from the cord attached to my foot. A gasp tried to escape but without being able to open my mouth I swallowed it back down.

My feet were sore from running around in my heels all day so I was thankful when he helped me into shoes to find they were a comfortable pair of tennis shoes.

Then he walked me out of the house.

I lost track of how long we walked as I was so focused on each step and the tug on my clit that came with it.

Not being able to see, hear, touch, or sense my surroundings was almost frustrating, but knowing that John wouldn’t let any harm come to me made it easy for me to relax and my brain finally left behind the stress of work and all the thoughts that had been racing through it.

By the time we returned to the house, I felt like a completely different woman than the one who had left it.

The first thing to come off was the glasses. Seeing John’s face made a serene smile come over my own. Then the earplugs came out.

“Better?” he asked, brushing his thumb over my cheek.

I nodded and watched as he unbuttoned the coat before he draped it over the back of the couch.

“Stay here,” he murmured before walking out of the room only to return with a washcloth. He used it to delicately take off the tape over my lips. Dropping the washcloth, he tenderly touched my mouth with a finger before folding the barely sticky material and letting it drift to the floor.

John knelt in front of me and placed a kiss on my abdomen while unzipping my pants to undo the handcuffs. With a few more movements my wrists were freed and the pile on the floor grew with the heavy metal. He pulled my pants down to mid-thigh and unclipped my clit, causing me to scream, but his mouth closed over the pulsing flesh as his hand held my panties out of the way.

It didn’t take long for the pain to recede and pleasure to take it’s place. However, he pulled back with a popping noise and adjusted my underwear so it was comfortable once more before fiddling with the string on my toe.

Once I was completely unwrapped, he pulled my pants up then swept me up to carry me to the couch. Sitting down, he wrapped me in his arms, securing me in his lap.

I buried my nose in my favorite nook between his neck and shoulder and breathed him in deep. After a few moments passed with him holding me in silence, the words poured out of me. I told him all about all the customers I was losing and the possibility of me losing my job.

“Hey…” He hooked a finger under my chin and forced me to meet his eyes. “No matter what happens, we will figure it out. It could be just a bad day. It doesn’t matter. Everything works itself out in time. And if by some chance you do lose your job it’s not the end of the world. Really. I make plenty of money. It won’t be a hardship for me to take care of everything while you look for a new job or even if you decided that you’d rather stay at home, that would be fine too. Money is not an issue. You being happy is the only thing in the world that matters to me. If you are going to be coming home in such a state of panic, maybe it’d be better if you simply quit.”

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