Professional Sin (8 page)

Sitting up on Romeo’s cock, however… not a good idea. My weight brings me deeper onto his enormous pole, and I have to hover a bit, my knees cramping.

He groans, his hands kneading my sore buttocks. Beneath me, I feel the powerful muscles of his thighs flexing, which makes them even thicker, forcing my own legs apart even more.

His eyes are half-lidded, and I suddenly want to caress his beautiful face.
How is this man not married?
I wonder. He’s hot and rich and kind and fair, and he’s got the sex drive one would expect from an alpha male of his considerable size.
 

Slade comes over and tilts my head so that he can capture my mouth in a feverish kiss.

His hand trails over my flanks to end at the base of my back. He pulls my panties farther aside, and I know where he’s going, what he’s doing.

I hear a small click, like a bottle lid flipping open, and something wet and slippery and cold touches my ass, making me go stiff.

Slade straightens, the sensation of his kiss lingering on my lips.

Hawthorne grips my hips. He probably would have preferred to dig into my buttocks, but Romeo has that territory and doesn’t seem interested in sharing.

“Please don’t hurt me,” I say. I try to look behind me, but Slade turns my head back.

“Lindsay, at some point you have to trust us,” he says as he leans forward. He’s got a condom in one hand, and he passes it to Hawthorne as casually as if he’s handing him salt at the dinner table.

“I do trust you,” I say. “To
hurt
me.”

Slade grins wickedly, then straightens.
 

Romeo squeezes his fingers into my punished flesh to get my attention. I look down at him. “Hey,” he says. “The important thing to remember is that we never lose control.”

“But—”

“Never,” he says squeezing my ass hard enough that I suck in a quick breath.
 

He hooks his arm around my neck and pulls me to him, so close that we’re sharing the same oxygen.
 

Slade unbuttons my blouse and pulls it away, and now there’s nothing between my breasts and Romeo’s soft shirt. A light shiver passes through my body, but my hips can’t move because I’m impaled on his massive cock.
 

“You have an extraordinarily big dick,” I murmur.

He snorts softly, bitterly. “As I’m well aware.” His lips brush across mine, teasing me, making me burn for more. But I know better than to kiss him.
 

They’re in charge.

That’s how this game is played. If I want to get fucked—and oh boy, I certainly do—then I have to be submissive. Have to let them hurt me, fuck me roughly, degrade me.

My pussy clenches, squeezing Romeo’s cock, and he exhales brusquely. His mouth skims mine again, then he slowly tongues my bottom lip. He’s groaning, a primal roar that leaves me breathless.
 

In an instant, his mouth is crushed against mine, his tongue jabbing into me as he rocks his powerful hips, thrusting his erection deeper. My body stretches to accommodate him. It hurts so good.

Something nudges at my exposed hole, and I tighten all over. Romeo pulls away from my mouth. “Not yet,” he says. “Let me get her prepared.”

Hawthorne’s snort is proof that he doesn’t buy it for a second. Neither do I. I’m as prepared as I’m going to get, and anyway, they didn’t bother making sure I was ready the first night they triple-teamed me.

Even though Hawthorne doesn’t push inside me, he leaves his heavy cock resting against my rear entrance. As Romeo bounces me on his shaft, Hawthorne’s cock thumps against my reluctant pucker. He holds my panties to the side, which makes the fabric press painfully against the welts from his spanking.

Hawthorne impatiently squeezes my waist. He’s ready to thrust in as soon as Romeo gives the say-so.

Slade gets up on the table and kneels beside my head. Romeo allows me to sit up a little. I know what Slade wants, and my mouth is already opening, ready to suck him.

I’m so horny, so desperately ready for another orgasm, that I give Slade the most enthusiastic blow job of my life. It’s wet because I can’t stop salivating, and it’s noisy because I’m moaning constantly.

These three men know how to give me what I need.
 

The weight against my asshole turns into pressure. “Relax,” Slade says, his voice strained. I’m so tense that I stopped sucking him. He caresses my throat, the side of my face, then he braces my head and fucks my mouth.

It’s not distracting enough, though. Hawthorne scares me. We antagonize each other nonstop, and he likes to hurt me.

The thought of him drilling into my ass is alarming.

Romeo’s hands massage my breasts, pinching them, controlling me with them. Hawthorne thrusts a finger into my ass, but neither Romeo nor Slade care when I go stiff.

If anything, it makes their cocks even harder, and I moan.

“That’s right,” Hawthorne croons. He brushes a kiss against my shoulder. “You’re our greedy slut, aren’t you? You love that we see you’re a whore and treat you accordingly.”

Slade pulls out of my mouth and taps his cock on my tongue. “Say it,” he says.

“Say what?” I ask innocently.

He laughs. “Tell Hawthorne that you love being his slut.”

I roll my eyes, but Slade jerks my head. He sticks his dick down my throat until my lips are wrapped around the thick base, and he doesn’t let up until I stop fighting him. Finally he pulls out with a low moan of satisfaction. “Say it,” he pants as he releases me.

Rolling my eyes, I say, “Hawthorne Tarraget VIII, I love being your slut cum-bucket pussy. Fuck my cunt and show me how powerful you are.”
 

Romeo laughs, which I feel inside me. It’s a new sensation.
 

“Go ahead and make jokes,” Hawthorne growls into my ear as he sticks a second finger into my ass. “One day you’ll say those words and mean them.” He grabs my wrists and pins them to the small of my back, leaving me slumped against Romeo.

Now I’m completely helpless.

Romeo pulls me closer, locking his massive arms around my upper back. His hips slam rhythmically into me, each thrust deeper. I can barely stand the pleasurable agony.

With a guttural growl that rips through the room, he shudders mightily. His entire body shakes as he squeezes me, dominating me, making me an immobile receptacle for him.

When he relaxes, it’s like he’s gone boneless. His deep chest fills with air, and he wipes a hand over his face.

“Jesus, Lindsay.” He blinks at me, then shakes his head, then pulls me in for a kiss that’s so unbelievably tender that I think I might cry.

“Hold her down,” Hawthorne says, and Romeo’s arms tighten around me.

Hawthorne’s free hand runs up the backs of my thighs, and he presses on my tender cheeks, forcing me down against Romeo.

His fingers dig into my skin, and he begins to rock into my ass, his thick cock pumping mercilessly.

With Hawthorne holding my wrists, all I can do is whimper in Romeo’s arms.

“That’s right,” Romeo murmurs into my ear. “Show us how far you’re willing to go.”

Hawthorne’s cock is so big and hard. When Slade fucked my ass, he was gentle.
 

I just didn’t realize it then.

Maybe this punishment is because I wasn’t grateful enough before.

Or maybe they just like rough sex.

As long as I can, I endure Hawthorne’s brutal pounding.

Then I squeeze my eyes tight, bite my lip, dig deep and endure some more.
 

Romeo’s hand moves off my shoulder, and Hawthorne stops. He pulls out, and I gasp as a pleasurable tremor courses through me. For all the discomfort, I like it when they push through my limits.

I hear Hawthorne pulling off the condom, and I turn to see him, his face reddened, ripping open a fresh box.

Romeo pushes up on my hips. Even soft, his cock is too large to slide out of me. But as he pulls out, I see that he’s getting stiff again.

“You’re going to be sore tomorrow,” he says as he slides out from under me, and I whimper as he gently lays me facedown on the table, which is warm from his body and smells of him.

The three men line up behind and next to me, their distended cocks purplish, veiny, and glistening.

I press my palms onto the table.

Hawthorne slams into my swollen pussy, and he rides me hard, fast. His breathing is loud, and when he comes, he punishes my tender buttocks with stinging slaps as his cock jerks inside me.

The second he’s done, Slade shoulders him out of the way, and I’m full again.

I realize I’m drenched in sweat and my own arousal, and I’m whimpering like a cat in heat.

“Can’t wait,” Romeo says. He jerks my head toward him, but Slade doesn’t give up his place, and I’m pulled off the table. My legs nearly buckle under the mens’ weight, and my heels slide dangerously against the carpet.

But Slade’s grip is sure; I might slip, but he’ll never let me fall.
 

Romeo stands at my head, his cock at the ready. As he moves into position, I brace against his thighs.

He pushes into my mouth. I tongue the swollen ridge as best I can given how little room there is to maneuver with something so large.
 

Slade vigorously fucking me doesn’t make things easier, either.

With a roar, Romeo squeezes his shaft in his fist with one hand, the other hand on the back of my head, challenging me to swallow just a bit more of him. He shakes with the effort of controlling himself.
 

I do my best while wishing I could give him the blow job he wants and deserves.
 

And when Hawthorne slides a hand down my stomach and rests his fingers on my clit, I almost go out of my mind. Hawthorne’s other hand is full of my breast, and he’s palming me, squeezing my nipple. Each touch is more painful than the previous one, a crescendo of sharp pain that radiates through my whole body and makes me squeal and whimper in bliss.

When I come, my entire body jerking, it sets Romeo off as well. Because I can’t get his cock down my throat, his salty juice fills my mouth, and I can taste him in all his wonderful subtleties: tangy, salty, sweet, musky.
 

Maybe I can’t blow him the way he deserves, but I make sure not to spill a drop of his gift.

Slade doubles over me, his hips moving almost independently of the rest of his body, which is rigid, damp.

He grunts as he comes inside me. My face is burning hot, and my legs tremble uncontrollably for several moments.

“On the floor,” Hawthorne says gently.

The three men stand over me, their naked cocks spent and softening quickly.
 

“Lick us,” Hawthorne says with a growl.

I start with him, my fingers digging into his soft pants because I’m too weak to hold myself up otherwise. He tastes delicious, and I lap up every drop of his come.

Next is Slade, but he’s a little too sensitive, and after a few moments, he pushes me away with a sigh.

Romeo’s cock has softened enough that I think… Yeah, I can. I take all of him into my mouth, and I close my eyes as I suck him. Even like this, he’s still uncomfortably big.

“Yeah,” he says. “Feels good, lover.”

Somehow, I decide, I’m going to find a way to deep throat him.

Already, an idea is forming, and I file it away as something to investigate online.

Chapter 10

My hands shaking, I fix my panties, which are pretty much ruined; there’s only so much stretching they can take, apparently. I hope the same isn’t true for my nether regions.

The men are tucking themselves away, straightening their rumpled clothes. I watch in silent despair as Romeo tosses my bra into the trash.
 

“Where are your car keys?” Hawthorne asks.

“In my desk.”

“I’ll take you home. We’ll bring your car later,” he says.
 

A look passes between Romeo and Slade, and my heart nearly stops beating.

Hawthorne is the only one who would take pleasure from giving me my pink slip. Oh, I have no doubt that they’re all capable of it, but Hawthorne cares the least. It will be easiest for him.

Maybe this is the end.

My shoulders tighten with worry, and my mouth works, but no sound comes out.
 

Slade is looking at his phone, his brow creased. Romeo is busy tying the laces of one of his enormous, shiny dress shoes.

They aren’t looking at me.

“Lindsay,” Hawthorne says from the door. “Are you coming?”

Glumly, I gather my things and follow him outside. He’s got his hands in his pockets, and he’s whistling lightly. That should put me at ease, but Hawthorne takes pleasure in punishing and hurting me, so his carefree demeanor only serves to stress me out even more.
 

He doesn’t go for a chauffeured car, and instead unlocks a gorgeous sedan. It’s powerful and dark and quietly imposing, just like its owner.

He gets the door for me before sliding into the driver’s seat. As he pulls out of the garage, I try to imagine what I could possibly say to make things better.
 

“So you know, I don’t think you’ve told us everything,” he says as he drives.

“I…” My mind is so busy working on the problem that I don’t immediately realize he’s going in the wrong direction. Maybe he wants to talk or something. I don’t say anything because the longer I have to change his mind, the better.

“You did a stellar job at the meeting,” he says as he pulls into the parking lot of an enormous shopping center.
 

“So I’m not fired?”

He gives me a strange look. “We wouldn’t actually fire you because you didn’t suck Romeo’s dick.”

He has no way of knowing I overheard them in the conference room, but it sounds like I’m in the clear, so I just nod.

He parks the car right at the curb, in the loading zone, and puts on the hazards. “I’ll be back in a minute,” he says, and he disappears inside the store.

I watch women with overflowing carts push out of the exit, and other women with empty carts go in. This isn’t the sort of place frequented by people like Hawthorne.