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Mark heard the door open quietly and smiled as his “surprise” arrived early.

“Now that I’d like to see.” Reena’s gaze traveled over Nell’s prone form.

NO. SOMEONE ELSE was here? Nell wanted to run, to struggle, but Mark held her still.

“Come in, Reena.” He didn’t straighten or move, his mouth still beside Nell’s ear.

Nell clenched her fists. He leaned back, lifted her up from the desk, and turned her around so she could face the person who had just arrived.

Reena was dressed in the typical armor for a female executive—all sharp angles and slimming lines. And the suit was red, the color of power. It contrasted with her Nordic blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. Anyone who didn’t know Reena would make the mistake of assuming she rose to the top because of her looks. Nothing could be further from the truth. Reena Barrett was a brilliant tactician with the public relation skills of Madison Avenue all rolled up in a gorgeous, deceptively curvaceous package.

Nell felt her face heat. “Miss Barrett—”

“Nell, I’d like you to meet the newly promoted senior officer for L.A.’s ConFed division. She is going to join us tonight.”

The woman strode over to the leather chair normally occupied by Nell when he was giving her orders. “Surprise.”

“I don’t understand,” Nell said and glared at him. “What surprise?”

He sighed. “Still breaking the rules, Anelda?”

Shit
. She gasped and bit her lip. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

“She needs more training,” Reena stated. “Maybe you didn’t spank her hard enough.”

Now Nell knew her face had turned a fiery red.

“I’ve neglected her this week.” He flicked open the top button of Nell’s blouse. “You’re going to help me pay better attention.”

“Sir—” she started, fear and arousal warring inside her. The fear was of the unknown, that she was out of her depth. She also longed for the unknown, wanting the pleasure it could hold. “Please, Sir.” Her gaze darted to Reena. “Don’t humiliate me.”

Reena raised her eyebrows. “Humiliate you?” She sounded highly offended. “He wants to share you, show you off.”

“Share me?” Nell couldn’t believe it.

Mark studied her face. “As your Dominant and your boss, I have a responsibility to teach you, Anelda. This is part of your training, and Mistress Reena has agreed to help me.”

Nell swallowed, a mixture of anticipation and nervous tension making her throat tight.

Reena licked her lips. “What can I say? I’m a giver.”

“What’s your safe word, Anelda?” He stepped away and faced her.

“Salmon.”

“The rules haven’t changed. You’re still you,” he said softly. “Remember?”

The tension in her belly bled away. “Yes, Sir.”

“Clothes off. Handcuffs. Leave the garters on. They’re sexy,” Reena said in a forceful tone.

“Take off your clothes, Anelda,” he said when she hesitated slightly. “Don’t make her wait. I’m nicer than she is.”

Nell’s hands trembled, and she fumbled with the buttons. She licked her lips and glanced at him, a silent plea with him to help her. He sighed and helped her slide her blouse off, remove her bra, and unbutton her skirt.

She stepped out of her clothes, and he gripped her wrists to cuff them. He picked out her bun and freed her hair before he stepped back. Damn him. He left her with no armor, nothing but her vulnerability to face this woman that Nell knew was more than she seemed.

When had Nell realized what Reena really was? Years of working with her to produce good copy for the company had been torturous in many ways. Reena was a female Dominant, a bisexual woman who exuded control and confidence.

“Come over here, Nell.” Reena’s voice was rich and smooth.

Nell cleared her throat and stepped closer to the seated woman. No one could fill a room like Reena. She occupied that chair like it was a throne and studied Nell like a slave up for auction. It aroused Nell and made her mouth dry with fear.

“Stop there.” Reena’s gaze swept over Nell’s body, her blue eyes turning violet, her lips parted. “Drop to your knees and put your ass in the air.”

Nell placed her forehead on the carpet and spread her knees apart, ever conscious of Mark’s intense stare. The carpet was not as uncomfortable as the one on the plane had been, and Nell had to press her cheek to the floor due to the cuffs on her wrists.

“Mark, if you would do me the honor of preparing Ms. Armstrong.” Reena’s tone was respectful yet filled with command. Nell couldn’t stop the tremor that vibrated through her body. She’d thought one Dominant was intimidating. Two was overwhelming.

“Of course, Mistress.” Unlike Mark, Reena clearly preferred the formal title. The closest Mark got to “Master” was “Sir.” “Do you have a preference?” Mark’s voice was husky and strained. For some reason, that helped her relax and accept.

“I want her mouth free, but her ass and her pussy filled. Pick the bigger ones. I want her to feel it when I fuck her by proxy.” Reena’s voice was sharp and tight, filled with arousal, and Nell couldn’t help her response. When she shivered, Reena gave a hum of approval. “I like the way she trembles, Mark. She’s so perfect.”

The words helped Nell to accept what Mark was doing. He used his fingers to prepare her, getting her wet as she arched toward his hand. As he slid one of the dildos in, he told her what he saw. “Your cunt is so beautiful, Anelda. So warm and sexy. I’d love to see your cum all over this dildo.”

She moaned and thrust toward him. He moved the tip deeper, the girth stretching her, causing ripples of pain and pleasure to radiate from her core to her fingers. The thing wasn’t as big as the first one he’d used on her, but it was still more than she was used to taking. Mark’s thumb pressed against her clit, and she growled from the need it created.

Reena responded to Nell’s arousal. “Leave it, Mark. Hold it there, Nell. Don’t let it fall.” There was a rustle of material, and Nell shifted her head to see Reena had lifted her skirt to reveal her naked pussy. The woman’s gaze never left Nell. “Now, her ass. Make her come.”

“I’d like to lick it.” His hand cupped the soft flesh of Nell’s ass and stroked her puckered hole. She couldn’t stop the involuntary jump of her body.

“I’d like to watch you,” Reena said with a wolfish smile.

On his knees, he grasped Nell’s hips and slid his tongue around the rim of her small entrance. She moaned as he licked her, nibbled on her flesh, driving her crazy. She thrust toward his mouth, desperate, her muscles clenched around the thick dildo. He bit her hard, reminding her that her butt was sore from his punishment, that she belonged to him. The thought was arousing and frightening.

Now that she was his completely, would he want more than she could give? More than anything, she wanted to please him, make him as crazy as he made her. It terrified her that her limits were beginning to not matter to her.

He nipped her one last time before he lubed the second dildo and dipped it inside her tight channel. She relaxed, and he circled it around until it was seated deeply in her ass, which stretched and quivered.

“Very nice,” Reena commented. “I want to see her come.”

Mark rose and stood behind her, bending over until his lower belly drove the dildo into her ass deeper. He reached around and rolled one of her nipples between his fingers, plucking it until she jerked under his attention. His other hand moved the dildo in and out of her pussy, going at a slow, agonizing pace.

She squirmed and twisted. Fuck, she was close.

Mark didn’t break his rhythm as he warned her. “You don’t come without Mistress Reena’s permission, Anelda. Don’t you dare.”

Nell sobbed, and her body shook. Reena’s gaze was intense when she finally said, “Come for me, Nell.”

As Nell shouted her release, Mark growled. It had been an effort, but this time she kept the damn toy intact when she came. She gasped for breath and pressed her forehead into the floor.

“Good girl,” Reena said. “Scoot your ass over here.”

It took some effort, but Nell shifted all her weight onto her knees and hobbled toward Reena’s chair. What was the woman going to do? Nell was filled, her pussy throbbing and her ass stretched almost to the point of pain.

Reena’s legs were spread, and her cunt glistened from her arousal. She wore no underwear under the pencil skirt, which caused Nell’s pulse to leap. The smell was sweet and made Nell’s mouth water. That was weird. Nell had always believed herself to be completely heterosexual. Yet Reena’s commands and her obvious appreciation of Nell’s attributes added to Mark’s watchful gaze made her hungry to please the woman.

“Listen carefully, Nell. I want you to lick my cunt.”

She’d never fantasized about this. It seemed like being dominated was much more than just fucking, and Nell wanted it all. This woman offered her a chance to show her submission and to please her Master. Perhaps if it had been only Reena requesting it, Nell might have balked. But she had a strong feeling that Mark would be aroused by her licking Reena’s pussy.

It was difficult, but she took her courage in both of her restrained hands. “Yes, Mistress.”

She bent down and placed her face between Reena’s legs. Nell flicked her tongue over Reena’s clit, and she gasped. It was gratifying to hear the Domme’s pleasure, to know that Mark watched her, to feel the response from Reena’s flesh. Though she’d never touched a woman sexually, she considered how Mark had driven her toward release. She devoured Reena’s cunt, licking and sucking, enjoying the task, becoming aroused herself.

Reena reached up and threaded her fingers through Nell’s hair. She pressed Nell’s face into her pussy and moaned. It was sensation overload. Nell’s ass was filled with a dildo still embedded deep inside her. She squeezed the dildo in her pussy. And her face was buried in a beautiful woman’s cunt. She clenched her muscles to hold back her own orgasm as she increased her efforts to send the female Dominant over the edge.

Finally, Reena pulled Nell’s head back and dragged her to her feet. Reena reached up and captured one of Nell’s nipples in her mouth while her hand gripped the dildo in Nell’s pussy. Nell cried out and almost lost her balance, but Reena held her steady.

In synchronized movements, Reena thrust the dildo as she sucked Nell’s tit. Nell was forced to lean against Reena as she twisted helplessly.

Reena released her flesh and said, “Come for me, little Nell.” Her voice was deep.

She screamed as she came. Reena held Nell as she convulsed and arched her back. The Domme continued to drive the dildo in Nell’s pussy, extending both their pleasure.

Slowly and with soft, murmured words Nell couldn’t understand, Reena removed both dildos and stroked her hair. For a moment, Nell rested against Reena.

While Nell was cuddled in the Domme’s lap, Reena tipped Nell’s chin and bent down to kiss her. When Reena’s lips touched Nell’s, there was something sexy yet tender about her touch.

When Reena broke the kiss, Nell stared at the woman. “You didn’t come, Mistress,” she said in a hoarse voice.

The other woman smiled. “No. But you brought me great pleasure. You’re a good girl, Nell.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” she said. Nell had a strange thought that maybe Reena didn’t come for just anyone. Maybe she held back for her own submissive. And that made her think about Mark. Would he do that? Would he do that for her?

“On your knees,” Reena ordered.

Nell staggered to her feet, but she didn’t kneel at Reena’s feet.

She knelt at Mark’s.

There was a full minute of agonizing silence, and she had to sneak a peek at his face. He hadn’t moved, and she realized his eyes were suspiciously wet.

“That is my exit music,” Reena said, amusement threaded in her tone. “That’s the first time a submissive has slipped through my fingers.”

Mark seemed a little stunned. And though it was gratifying to see him at a loss for words, Nell was a little shocked herself. It hadn’t occurred to her to kneel at Reena’s feet. Mark was her Master. Nell shot a glance at Reena and then at Mark. When his gaze met hers, she immediately looked down, passion leaping to the surface as if she’d never come at all.

Reena snorted and rose to her feet. “I definitely see why.” She strode closer to Nell and stroked her head. “She’s wonderful, Mark. You are very lucky.”

She leaned over and kissed him full on the mouth. Nell wanted to tear the woman’s eyes out. It wasn’t reasonable, but she glared at Reena, who laughed as she backed away. She smoothed her skirt down and looked as unruffled as she had when she’d walked in the door. “Yes, you are very lucky.”

Reena swept out of the office, and the minute the door closed behind her, Mark lifted Nell to her feet. “I want you. Just you.”

Nell’s eyelashes fluttered as she closed her eyes, and Mark bent to devour her. Nothing else mattered. He only wanted her.

Chapter Nine

It seemed strange to Nell that Rita’s hadn’t changed at all. She glanced around the restaurant and noted the same lunch crowd and the same mural on the stucco wall.

“Sorry I’m late.” Tori’s face was flushed, and her green eyes were bright. “That bastard Paulus kept me past one.”

“He’s still a bastard?” Nell asked with a slight smile. After three weeks, Nell had thought Tori would like Atticus Paulus better, but so far she had maintained her intense dislike. Nell was convinced there was something else there that was quite the opposite.

Tori’s response was short and sweet. “He’s an asshole.”

“Who is?” Gina arrived, her dark hair slipping out of her French braid and bags under her eyes.

“Tori is complaining about Atticus again.” Nell studied Gina closely, worried. Gina seemed pale, and her blue eyes looked tired. Of all of them, Gina had gone through fewer changes. Reena Barrett had been promoted and kept Gina as her secretary. But of the three of them, Gina seemed to have taken the whole transition harder.

It made Nell wonder. Gina was into hard-core kink, and she and Reena had played together in the past. Though Gina had kept the details to herself, Nell was sure something had gone wrong between them.

A glimpse of the old Gina who had a smart mouth and a wicked sense of humor shone through as she patted Tori’s shoulder. “Poor Atticus,” Gina said and shook her head. “He’s so hot, though, I don’t think he’ll find it tough to replace you.”