Dangerously Big (6 page)

He nods as his phone rings, and he slides it from his pocket. Before the door is closed, he’s talking about business. After the drive over, I’m hardly surprised, but it does make me sad that he’s not more interested in seeing where I live.

Bandit meets me halfway to my bedroom. His body and tail curl around my calves as I stoop to pet him. He was a stray I bonded with. Hawthorne had him nursed back to health, then returned him to me.
 

It’s safe to say that Bandit is the only normal thing in my life, and he’s worth the constant vacuuming.

I close my bedroom door even though Romeo has no interest in spying on me.
 

I contemplate the outfits in my closet. Today is my last day with my bosses, and I want to look amazing.
 

Finally I choose a creamy blouse. It’s not tight, but it moves on my body like liquid, and I haven’t worn it in weeks. Easy decision. I also pull out a knee-length navy skirt and matching heels.

It’s only when I’m looking for a bra that I realize
why
I haven’t worn it. Because of Romeo and his hatred of my pushup, padded bras. The only bra I own that won’t show through is the kind that Romeo has forbidden.

But…
 

I put on the bra. When I look in the mirror, I see… myself. Funny how a few ounces of fabric can turn me into a lingerie model, but it’s true. I adjust my breasts inside the cups, and I run my fingers over my swollen curves.
 

It’s weird, but looking at myself like this turns me on. Like this, I’m sexy. Romeo might not like my pushup bras, but it can’t be denied that the first time he met me, I was wearing one; it helped get his attention.

Damn. I’m heading in to work but I can’t stop thinking about sex. Sleeping platonically in Romeo’s bed was like dangling a fresh kill in front of a starved lioness.

“Lindsay?” Romeo says. “Are you almost finished?”

“Thirty seconds,” I say as I grab the blouse and pull it on. Quick tactical decision: leave my hair down so that it covers my chest—hopefully Romeo won’t notice. I wish I had time to put some loose waves in it, but oh well.

A slick of crimson across my lips and a quick application of subtle eyeshadow, eyeliner, and mascara—I go for a thick, dark coat that makes my pale blue eyes luminous—and I’m ready to go.
 

Just one more thing. I open my top dresser drawer. There’s a small bottle of edible lube I bought a week ago thinking it might help me deep-throat all of Romeo’s cock. I’m not sure why I slip it into my bag, but I do.

When I emerge from my bedroom, I don’t immediately see Romeo. I find him near the kitchen, squatted down and scratching Bandit under the chin. Bandit’s eyes are closed in pleasure.

I know exactly how Bandit feels. The man has a nice touch.

Romeo’s phone rings, and he doesn’t even look at me; his attention is on the phone. He motions for me to hurry up, and we go down to the limo together.

The final document signings and employee reassignments will take place in a hotel. Our company rented the top floor, and there are caterers on hand to make sure that no one has to leave until every dotted line has been signed.

Romeo stays in the limo, on his phone call, and I go up alone. I expect that this early in the morning, I’ll be the first one in, but several secretaries from the office are already bustling around, setting out the stacks of employee handbooks.

Maybe it’s me, but those handbooks look too flimsy to spank someone with. I snicker.

No one from Food4Life has arrived. I hope that’s not a bad sign. Despite all the negotiations and offers, if they decide not to go through with this, I think Romeo will kill someone with his bare hands. They would have to be fools. Romeo decided to retain all the current employees, and my bosses are making a very fair offer, so everyone should be pleased.
 

But I’m not a business expert. I’m here because I’m good at reading people.

It’s a strange skill to be paid for, but I’m happy for it.

Even though I don’t yet know where I’ll be stationed for the day, I begin pulling things out of my bag.

Romeo comes in, and I hunch forward. His gaze moves past me, then snaps back to lock on my eyes. I freeze like a rabbit that’s been spotted by a wolf.

Slowly, oh so slowly, his attention moves to my chest, and his lips turn down. “Come here,” he says.

I stand, too quickly, and my vision swims for a second, but I’m already moving toward him.

“Everyone except Lindsay, please take a break. Go buy yourselves breakfast and charge it to me. Don’t return before 8:00 unless you want to work every major holiday for the next ten years.”

The secretaries hurry for the door in a whirlwind of excitement.

Romeo extends one finger and slides it under the top button of my blouse. The small, pearly button slips from the hole.

The next button yields as easily as the first, and already the voluptuous swell of cleavage is exposed. I exhale all my breath, trying to make myself look less inflated. It works about as well as can be expected, which is to say, not at all.

When Romeo undoes the third button, I know I’m in trouble. His index finger pushes forward, onto the flat of my sternum, between my breasts.
 

“What’s this?” he asks as he slips his finger into one of the bra cups. Even though he’s not near my nipple, I feel the peak tighten.

“My bra,” I whisper.
 

“Your bra,” he says. There’s disgust in his voice, but he sounds excited, too, like I’ve handed him a perfect opportunity to indulge in something that was already on his radar.

Not a good omen because I can’t think of anything that Romeo would normally want
to do that I wouldn’t allow.
 

The back of his finger slides higher, over my taut nipple, and I bite my lip so that I don’t gasp. Last night was torture. I’ve been aroused since the moment he opened his bedroom door.

He turns his hand, squeezes my nipple between two fingers, and I gasp.

“You’ve been a very bad girl,” Romeo says. His deep voice carries across the room.

Hawthorne walks in. “What did she do now?”

Nervousness makes me jittery, and I can’t even look at Hawthorne without thinking about how he helped me last night, and he probably can’t look at me without thinking about his $300,000.

Romeo finishes unbuttoning my shirt with his free hand, and he pulls it back to reveal my indiscretion in all its padded, lacy glory.

“It’s the only one I have that wouldn’t be visible through this top,” I say, my voice pleading.

A sharp cry rips from my throat as Romeo tugs my nipple and jerks me to face him.

“Quiet now,” he says in a deep whisper.

I crane my neck to look up into his stern brown eyes. His face is so angelic, it’s difficult to believe he’s so sexually sadistic.
 

But he is. Even though his body is apart from mine, the tenting of his huge erection nudges my stomach.

I hear the door open and close, and I whip my head around.

Romeo pulls me back, but I’ve already seen that Slade is in the room.

Romeo’s eyes bear down into mine. “I’m surprised at you,” he says.

“What are you going to do?” I ask.

He tweaks my sore nipple, and I wince.
 

“Take out my cock,” he says.

My hands are immediately focused on that worthy task, and I pull Romeo’s hot length from his pants.
 

I’ve gotten the whole thing down my throat… when he was soft. I’ve taken him in my pussy.
 

If he wants to hurt me, he can. He doesn’t need Hawthorne’s eager (overly eager, in my opinion) belt.
 

All he has to do is force me to take his enormous cock into any of my tight holes. Even having him in my pussy requires quite a bit of foreplay.

I’m expecting him to order me to my knees to suck him, to worship at his cock, to beg for forgiveness with my mouth.

But to my surprise, he steps back, leading me by my nipples. I curl my hands into fists so that I don’t try to fight him. The fiery pain travels down my breasts and stomach, and shooting agony licks my pussy.

Our tango continues until he bumps into the conference room table. I can’t help but glance up, wondering if the hotel installed cameras in the corners of the room, but Romeo leans forward and kisses me.

I’m not to kiss him back. That’s against the rules.
 

His tongue plunders my mouth, and I feel my clean panties turning wet, getting sticky. He pushes me away, and I find that I just want more.

“Unhook your bra,” Romeo says, his voice so deep and sexy.

I do as he says. Slade slips the straps off my shoulders, and the thin, satiny bands slide partially down my arms. Now my bare breasts are on display for my bosses.
 

“Here,” Hawthorne says. He hands something to Romeo.

I look down and immediately wish I hadn’t.
 

Romeo holds two small but brutal-looking metal clips in his palm. I feel my face go hot, and I look imploringly into Romeo’s eyes. “Please don’t…” I say.

“I’d prefer you ask for punishment,” Slade says.

I lick my lips. “I deserve punishment.” I stop just short of asking for a spanking instead. Maybe the clips won’t be so bad.
 

“Yes, you do deserve punishment,” Romeo says. He nods, and he’s so serious. “I’m going to help you with that, Lindsay.”
 

He presses on the clips, and the jagged teeth gape. “Come closer.”

I take a hesitant step forward, then another.
 

“Closer.”

Closing my eyes, I lean forward.

The cool metal bites slowly into my nipples, both at the same time, and I screw up my face and gnaw on my lip. “Ow, ow, ow,” I moan.

Someone pulls my head back, then Hawthorne is rudely kissing my mouth. If it weren’t morning, if he hadn’t just shaved, I’d have stubble burn all over my chin and cheeks for the next few hours.

Hawthorne kisses the same way he likes his fellatio: with zero regard for a lady’s satisfaction. Not to say that I don’t take perverse pleasure from what he does, but ninety percent of the time, it’s a byproduct.
 

There is that other ten percent, but something tells me I won’t be seeing any kindness today. My burning nipples are proof of that.

“Remove your skirt,” Slade says.
 

My hands shake as I hurry to comply with his wishes. When the skirt falls to the floor, I kick it away so it won’t get trampled by the horny men in their enormous shoes.

After all, I still have a full day of work ahead of me.

Romeo pulls down his pants, the metal of the belt jingling.
 

That’s good. One belt out of commission, two more to go.

Slade pushes me toward Romeo, then grabs my left knee and lifts it onto the table. Now my legs are on either side of one of Romeo’s muscular thighs. I want to rock myself against him, but I don’t dare. I hear foil packets opening—two of them.
 

Starting the day off with some rough double penetration is a dream come true, but the clamps… my god, they hurt.

Slade moves my other knee onto the table, and I’m forced to kneel over Romeo, who is still sitting up. His stiff cock is at attention. I stare down at him, and I feel like I’m standing in an airplane, no parachute strapped to my back and nothing but pain and suffering awaiting me. Romeo is… huge. Even porn stars don’t have dicks like Romeo’s.
 

Fucking a guy his size is a hot fantasy, but I’d have to be crazy to want to accept him inside my unprepared pussy.
 

But in this matter, I have no choice. I’m submissive to my bosses, and they’re angry with me. I disobeyed them.
 

Really, I should be happy that Hawthorne isn’t whipping my ass with his belt. And… it must be said that I’m still wearing the bra loosely on my arms. Maybe they won’t throw it out—

Hawthorne grabs my waist and forces me onto Romeo’s shaft. As I sink lower, something hard and familiar pokes at my asshole.

“Oh no,” I whimper. Romeo slowly settles in me, and my body stretches to accommodate him. Tight spasms ripple through my center.

Hawthorne yanks my head back. “You need to learn to follow the rules, Lindsay,” he says, and I know he’s not just talking about my sartorial choices. This is about last night, the kidnapping, my secrets.

He covered for me, and that comes with a price. In this case, his thick cock pushing into my virginal ass. Technically I’ve been fucked in the rear plenty of times (most of them since meeting my bosses), but with Romeo in my pussy, I really could use a little breathing room.

Hawthorne bucks his hips, and I realize I’m not going to get a break. I’m pretty sure he’s not using lube, but that doesn’t stop him from pressing ever deeper in a long, relentless thrust.
 

Slade pulls my bra the rest of the way off, then his tongue flickers over my metal-wrapped nipple.

That’s all it takes to set me off. Romeo’s large hand slams over my mouth, muffling my blissful cries. I’m not sure who’s doing the moving, not certain exactly how it’s happening, but I’m slamming roughly up and down on the men’s cocks.
 

It’s frenzied fucking, designed to be fast. They want to get off. Any moment, a bunch of people are going to be walking into this room.

My bosses are just using me to get off.

Romeo moves underneath me, his powerful legs pushing against the table as he stands. I’m impaled on his cock. Hawthorne is moving back, but he’s staying inside me, too. I don’t fully understand what’s happening as they both walk.
 

My tortured breasts bump into Romeo’s chest, and I nearly scream.

Then Romeo sits in a chair.
 

Hawthorne falls into us, and at that moment, it’s safe to say that I’ve never felt such excruciating pain. Nor have I ever had anyone as deep as these men are right now.

“It hurts,” I moan. My pussy, my ass, my nipples… everything burns.

“You can always stop this,” Slade says. Hawthorne bites my neck, low enough that the marks he’s surely leaving won’t be visible when I’m dressed.