Knights of the Boardroom (19 page)

“Beautiful, so wet and swollen for us. I can’t wait to taste you, pet.” He didn’t waste any time proving to her just how hungry he was, the first swipe of his tongue through her soaking folds brought her off the bed, a keening sound of need filling the air. “We’re going to have to work on that, pet. Hold still, you’ll take what I give you.” Brodie saw Cressida’s face flush and knew she was embarrassed by her reaction, but she needn’t be. Contrary to the impression he’d given her, he knew the reaction had been mostly reflex, and even though they planned to teach her the basics of Dominance and submission protocol, he nor Lawton wanted to do anything to diminish that, because that sort of raw desire was pure aphrodisiac.

He set a relentless pace, alternating between teasing her shy clit out of hiding and lapping at the sensitive folds of her newly waxed pussy. It would have been easy to send her over, but he brought her to the edge several times before finally giving in to her cries for release. Watching her body flush as her first orgasm at his hand swept over her in a crashing wave, was the single most erotic thing he’d ever witnessed. Brodie and Lawton switched places before Cressida’s body had even begun to recover.

They’d decided Law would be the first to make love to her because even though they were close in size, Law’s cock wasn’t quite as thick even though it was just a bit longer. Lawton had also taken more than one young woman’s virginity during his rebellious youth, so their hope was he’d have more of a grasp of how to proceed without causing Cressida any unnecessary discomfort.

As he watched Lawton fisting his cock as he swirled it around Cressida’s entrance, Brodie felt her stiffen beside him. “Pet?” His tone, as much as his unspoken question, had her turning toward him. The look on her beautiful face was one of pure anticipation. And her small smile was all the reassurance he needed. “Relax for your Master, pet. Let him in. Let him show you how much he wants you. Look at him, see how hard he’s working to hold on? Let us love you.”

*****

Lawton felt the muscles in his arms start to tremble under the strain and realized every muscle in his body was tensed with a barely restrained desperation. Turning his focus to the woman beneath him, he forced himself to relax knowing she’d remember this moment for the rest of her life and he wanted to make sure it was
worth remembering.
Brodie had calmed her while he’d been reining himself in, and it was yet another reminder of why sharing had appealed to him from the first time he’d experienced it. He’d shared women with both Parker and Tristan, but it had quickly became clear he and Brodie had an almost psychic connection, enabling them to work together flawlessly.

Leaning down to brush his lips over hers—back and forth, softly teasing her without ever actually pressing in to take the kiss he taunted her with. Lawton felt her begin to relax as her focus shifted from anxiety to need. “Let me lead you, baby, you need only follow along, because I won’t rush this.” He hadn’t asked her anything, but she moaned sweetly and the vibration against his lips made him smile. Rocking his hips forward ever so slightly, the head of his cock pressed just a fraction of the way inside her tight channel and he stilled when he felt her clench against the intrusion. “Relax for me, Cressi.” His use of the nickname he knew she preferred didn’t go unnoticed because all four partners rarely called her anything but Cressida. Not long after she’d started working for Templar Enterprises Group, she’d asked him why he refused to call her Cressi, he’d told her he loved her name and thought she should as well. She’d rolled her eyes and stalked from the room, much to the amusement of the other three owners who’d been listening to the exchange. The truth was more complicated, while he did love her full name, it had been a way for both he and Brodie to hold on to a bit of emotional distance. They’d already been struggling to wait until the time had been right to approach her, and any small advantage had been a necessary evil. He set a pace so slow he swore turtles probably fucked faster, but her pussy was so tight anything more ambitious would mean he’d risk causing her unnecessary pain at the minimum and tearing the sensitive tissues lining her vagina was a very real possibility considering how taut they were stretched, even when coaxed reverently.

Moving to nuzzle against the side of her neck, Lawton pressed kisses against the sensitive spot below her ear and was rewarded when he felt her entire body shiver in response.
Good to know.
“Let me in, baby girl. I promise to take very good care of you. Let go and I’ll take you to heaven with me. You’ll see why the ancients referred to an orgasm as the
little death
, but you have to let me take you there.” Her body was yielding to him, but her head was still holding her back.

Lawton had always felt sorry for women like Cressida, because society set the bar so high in regards to its expectation of modern women—demanding they be fearless and independent when it simply wasn’t reasonable to expect everyone to have the same goals. It was also a recipe for disaster for a true submissive. It would take them time, but he and Brodie would eventually convince Cressida that her sexual fulfillment was tied directly to her ability to let go and put herself fully in their care. Her greatest happiness and most exhilarating freedom would be found in submission—he hoped she learned the lesson quickly, because he doubted she’d ever be truly content until she accepted that part of herself.

Taking a chance, he grabbed her wrists and pushed them over her head. Speaking to Brodie, even though his eyes never left hers, he used the tone all subs responded to without even thinking, “Hold her. She belongs to us and I’m claiming what is ours. One day soon we’ll tie her to our bed and explore every inch of this delectable little body—map each spot, noting even the smallest reaction our touches elicit. But for now I’m going to take the gift she’s saved just for us.” Cressida’s transformation was so stark, he watched Brodie’s eyes widen in surprise and knew he’d barely hidden his own shock. The instant she’d felt bound by them, her body had completely surrendered itself to him. His slid forward with very little resistance as her sex seem to open like a budding flower and the next flex of his hips pushed him right up against the thin membrane standing as a testament to her virginity. Her response to being restrained held him completely spellbound, it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“That’s it, baby, give yourself to me. Just let yourself fall into it, I’ll catch you. Master Brodie and I will always catch you.” He heard her quick gasp as he pushed past the thin barrier of her innocence and the tears that filled her eyes made his heart clench. Pressing butterfly kisses against her forehead, he whispered, “The worst is over, baby. You were so brave, I’m so proud of you. It’s all about pleasure now.” To prove his point, Lawton began a slow but steady pace, pushing in a fraction further on each thrust until he was fully seated, her scorching silk wrapped around him so tight it was bordering on painful.

The tip of his cock was pressed against her cervix and every time he took a breath the movement send ripples of response through her vaginal muscles nearly making him come. “Jesus. Hold still for a bit, baby. I’m holding on by a thread here.” Lawton heard the strain in his own voice and hoped like hell Brodie would take the fucking hint and distract her for a minute or ten, so he could regain some of the control he felt slipping through his fingers like fine sand.

*****

Cressi bit back the cry that threatened to break free, the sharp pain had been brief and in truth it hadn’t been that bad—but the symbolism and emotion of the moment, coupled with her surprise, brought tears to her eyes. She hated seeing Lawton’s reaction, hurting her had obviously taken a toll on him. His whispered words of praise sent the tears sliding down her temples before they disappeared into her hair. She’d dreamed of this moment for so long, wondered hundreds of times what it would feel like to have a man
inside
her body—but nothing she’d ever imagined came close to the reality of how incredible it felt.

She could feel the hard outer ring of Lawton’s cock head spearing through the unchallenged tissues and the burn as those untested muscles opening to him quickly morphed into an entirely different kind of heat. The scorching desire she’d felt when he’d shackled her wrists had blindsided her and suddenly her blood felt like molten lava surging through her veins. The heat she felt sent a sheen of sweat to the surface of her skin and for the first time she noted Lawton’s skin was already damp. When he’d leaned down to whisper against her ear, she’d inhaled the scent of Creed shower gel tinged with the earthy scent of man, the combination sent a flood of moisture to her sex. The simple restraint of Brodie’s hands holding hers immobile settled something inside of her when she’d known she no longer had any control over what was happening. The peaceful feeling that moved over her might have been more disconcerting if her brain hadn’t been floating happily along in a sweet fusion of endorphins laced with desire and pure, raw need. “Please…” the desperation in her voice seemed to spur something in Lawton and his thrusts came faster and faster.

“What do you need, baby? Tell me.” Lawton centered her attention once again after Brodie had distracted her so effectively earlier. Just a few moments earlier, she’d felt her body instinctively trying to pull Lawton deeper, and when she’d thought he might be ready to give her what she’d needed, Brodie had used his free hand to roll and pinch one nipple while sucking the other so deep he was able to press it against the ridges along the roof of his mouth causing her to thrash her head back and forth while her mind tried to distinguish the line between pleasure and pain. That line blurred further when he nipped her, then soothed the throbbing bud with soft lashes of his tongue. Nothing they did lasted long, but the cumulative effect was devastating.

She hadn’t been able to articulate what she’d needed, but Lawton had seemed to know anyway. Once he’d finally begun slowly pulling back and then just as slowly pushing back in until she felt impossibly full, her body responded by catching fire. The inferno swept through her each time his cock slid deep, the heat of his body entering hers was enough to send her spiraling, but when he shifted his hips forward so he entered at a slightly different angle, Cressida cried out at the sensation. She felt a growl vibrate through his chest as it pressed hard against her, “And there it is, that sweet spot is going to light up your world like the Fourth of July, baby. Come with me, Cressida. Come now.”

Every cell in her body responded to the command, drawing tight enough to set off an explosion of fireworks behind her eyelids. Nothing existed in that moment but the pleasure blasting through her and the two men who had launched her into the abyss. As the roaring in her ears began to subside, Cressi wondered if it was always like this because what she’d just experienced had left her feeling fragile, vulnerable, and physically spent.

Three weeks later
…

Standing in front of the one-way glass in Tristan’s office, Brodie looked out over The Knight’s Club’s main room, but he barely registered the scenes taking place below. His mind was lost in the memory of the past three weeks. He’d never been one to wax poetic, but the first night he and Lawton made love to Cressida had been as close to magical as any sexual experience he’d ever had. Even thinking about the first time he’d pressed his naked flesh against hers and pushed the swollen head of his cock against her heat made his cock throb to make that sweet slide into heaven again. That first time—and every time since, sliding inside her scorching heat exceeded any of the fantasies he’d had over the past two years, and that was saying a lot. There had barely been a moment since the day they’d first claimed her that he or Lawton hadn’t been with her. They’d only spent enough time at the office the first two weeks to keep their heads above water, choosing instead to spend as much time as possible getting to know Cressida as lovers and showing her all the physical pleasures of a D/s ménage. Juggling their professional lives in order to spend a week on his father’s boat meant they’d had to squeeze in as much training as possible between trips down to their respective offices. It had been challenging, and they hadn’t gotten to spend as much time with her at the same time as they would have liked. They’d hoped she would begin to see the long term possibilities of the arrangement, but they’d yet to actually ask her how she saw things playing out.

Their week in the Caribbean had been a holiday in paradise filled with lazy mornings spent in bed, sunshine filled afternoons on the deck, and tequila fueled dancing in open cantinas around the islands. Brodie and Lawton had talked while Cressida slept one night before the trip and decided to avoid heavy discussions about a long term commitment during their trip, hoping by letting her enjoy the relaxed time with them as a threesome would set the stage for the important discussion they’d have after returning home.

Cressida had loved the jet skis his father kept on board, and “strip racing” had quickly led to their lovely sub being naked beneath her life jacket—but that was how she’d spent most of their time on-board, so it hadn’t been much of a change for her. At first she’d been very hesitant to be nude in front of the other men on the boat, the first day her reluctance had forced them to push that boundary by restraining her on the deck and deliberately calling out various members of the boat’s crew making frivolous requests until she had finally relaxed.

Having a crew who understood the value of discretion meant they hadn’t hesitated to continue her training without concerning themselves the stewards or navigation officers might happen upon their scene. One of the hazards of wealth was being forced to continually anticipate public exposure of their lifestyle, but Brodie’s dad had assured them the yacht’s crew was so well compensated, their loyalty was assured.