Dungeon Time (Play at Work) (10 page)

Or coming. “Oh, God, Edward…Sir. This is the most incredible—” Through gritted teeth, she shrieked. “Please oh please let me come. I don’t think I can stop it.”

“Just another moment.” He slid in a little more then out and in again until his balls hit her ass from another angle. “And I’ll join you.” With only anal stimulation, she’d had no idea it was possible for a woman to orgasm, but she held her breath, trying to wait, while his cock slid in and out, so tight, so full, over and over.

“Come, now.” He circled her clit with the heel of his hand, and she came, while his cum surged into her ass, stinging and burning. Her muscles quivered and clenched; her mind shut down. Gone. Leaving her trembling and brainless while his softening cock slid out.

He let her legs drop to the bed and pulled her to him, spooning her. “You were amazing, beauty. So sexy and sweet…so hot.”

“Mmm, so good.” She snuggled against him, relishing his touch. “So…what else do you have to show me?”

He squeezed her. “Right now, I want to show you the two of us cleaning up a little then having a nap. Sound good?”

“Great, except my legs have no bones. I don’t think they work.”

“
Lie there, and I’ll run a bath.” He was gone then back in a moment to sweep her into his arms. Edward carried her to his tub, which was nearly the size of his pool to her grateful eyes, and climbed in. He took over, when she was too tired to do anything but rest in the snowy bubbles, cleaned her up, and wrapped her in a big, fluffy towel.

Carrying her back to bed, he tucked her in and
embraced her as she drifted into a soft, dreamless sleep.

Chapter Eight

Edward Masters slid his card in the lock and waited for the light to flash green. Once the steel door clicked open, he beckoned his date down the long hallway. “You sure you want to do this?”

Anna, clad in a pretty black halter dress and heels, slid past him. “Oh, yes, I’m positive. If you’re sure I will fit in okay.”

“Beauty, every man here will be jealous of me.
Don’t get overwhelmed. And don’t worry about protocol. Look around and see what you think.”

She smiled at him. “Edward, this is where you’re a Dom, and I don’t want to do anything to embarrass you. I don’t know for sure if I’m sub material or not. I like when you boss me around in the bedroom, but as to a fulltime…. What is this?”

Shit.
She’d stopped at his portrait—with the twins. “I can explain.”

A deep chuckle came from behind them, and he turned to see Roland with
Brigid and—of all people—Mrs. Roland. Stunned, Edward struggled to make sense of the situation, but before he could, the other Dom winked. “I believe you know Teresa? Anna, this is my wife, Teresa. Anna is Edward’s….”

“My girlfriend.” Wrapping an arm around Anna’s waist, he pulled her close. “She was just admiring the pictures. I think I’ll show her yours next.” He grinned. Teresa rarely darkened the dungeon doorway, but even if she did, she never would look at the picture.

“Oh, mine is down. I’m going to have another done with Teresa and our girl.”

Our girl?
Edward’s jaw dropped. Anna waited quietly by his photograph, and he had no idea what she might be thinking. Still, Roland and Teresa amazed him. “My friend, while this is none of my business, I must say I’m surprised. Teresa, I never thought our little games were your bag.”

Roland’s wife shook her head. “Neither did he. Roland was so sure a wife and mother wouldn’t want to play, he made sure when we were first together he could have some latitude here and never actually asked me
to join. And I adored him enough to let him play, but things were getting tense between us.”

“Teresa asked me yesterday what was going on, why I was so grouchy, and I told her I was giving up my sub for her.”

Teresa linked her fingers with Brigid’s. “I asked him why? And convinced him to bring this sweet creature over to the house. The kids were at their grandmother’s last night and—”

Roland’s blush showed even in the dim hallway. “One thing led to another. So,
Brigid is no longer up for grabs. Which is what I came over to tell you this morning before I realized you had a special guest and it was not the time for such conversations. That and, it turns out, wives can be every bit as wild as anyone else.”

“Thank God,” Teresa said. “I’d given up hope of ever enlightening the man.” Kissing her husband on the cheek, she sailed past him down the hall, towing
Brigid along behind her. “Come on. I have a lot of playtime to make up for.”

Roland cast a desperate glance over his shoulder and followed his wife and sub into the dungeon.

Edward joined Anna again by his portrait.

“Pretty girls.” Her level tone gave nothing away.

“Yes.”

“So.” She faced him and rested a hand on his chest. “They’re gone?”

“Yes.” He folded his fingers around hers and lifted them for a kiss. “Are you glad?”

She beamed at him. “Yes and no. They’re awfully pretty, and I think until today I would have been jealous. We need time to get to know one another before deciding who or what else can be in our life.”

“Anna,” he said, wrapping his arms around her and hugging her to him, “I don’t think I’d ever want to share you with anyone. I’ll give it all up for you if you want me to.”

“Not a chance. Didn’t you hear Teresa? You can’t ask people to give up what they need in their lives. Plus, why would I want to? The last twenty-four hours have been the most interesting and exciting ever. We just need to take it slow, let me adjust.”

“What I don’t understand is how you knew to call me Sir, were so able to follow me. You’ve only had one lover. Was he in the lifestyle?”

“Heavens no. I just read a lot. Thank erotic novels for enlightening me. I just didn’t understand it was possible to really live what the characters do.” She frowned. “And I’ve been thinking about what I overheard from Mona’s office. That was their play, wasn’t it?”

Edward shrugged. “Discipline, I think. But it is all part of their relationship. I’m glad you understand. Randolph is not an abuser.”

“And Mona is a happy woman since they’ve been together.” She beamed at him. “I guess that’s something we have in common.”

He opened his mouth, but she pressed a finger to his lips. “Shh. And something else we just learned from Roland and his wife. If she hadn’t let him be himself, they wouldn’t have lasted this long. She loved him that much. If they had been a little more open in their communication, I think they would have been a little happier a little sooner.”

“You’re very wise. And very beautiful. Let’s go inside.”

A cold breeze tickled the back of his neck.

“Hello, Edward. Who do you have with you tonight?”

They turned to face the couple approaching them—Randolph and Mona. Of all people. After a long, silent moment, Mona broke away from Randolph and came to hug Anna. “I think we need to talk. Come here often? How could you keep this from me?” Linking her arm through her friend’s, Mona led the way toward the end of the hallway and the club. A peal of laughter drifted back.

“Oh, no, Anna, why didn’t you tell me you overheard us. Randolph would never hurt me….” The conversation faded as t
hey moved into the club proper.

Edward considered calling them back but realized Anna might be more comfortable in Mona’s company.
Perhaps she wouldn’t run away after all. Besides, they looked so cute together. Mona had always been one beautiful girl, nearly as pretty and sexy as Anna.

“I think you have some things to tell me.” Randolph’s low voice disturbed his thinking.

“It’s all happened pretty fast. Did you know Anna wants to own a flower shop? ”

“You’re not planning to buy her one and rob me of an excellent receptionist are you?”

“No, at least not right away. I don’t think she’d let me. To start with, I want to make sure she always has roses on her desk.” Edward followed the women. “But we can talk at lunch. I’m on a date.”

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Mona Whitman is in for it. Her boss has promised severe punishment the very next time she arrives late for work and the hour she spent fantasizing about him has put her job in jeopardy. If only she could come up with an alternative to firing…a punishment they might both enjoy…

Randolph Marks, business tycoon by day, dungeon Dom by night, is in a quandary. His favorite employee is late for work again and he must go through with his threat of retribution. But how to go about it without crossing a line and violating good business practices?  He couldn’t possibly get away with spanking Miss Whitman.