Executive Package Page 6

  “Be still, Elle,” he said. He pressed a finger into her pussy, his arm warm against her lower back.

  She sucked in a breath—she smelled him, Cunningham, all power and mystery and hers—and held it in until he stepped away. A tear dribbled down her cheek and fell to the floor.

  Then flat, cold metal brushed against her thighs. Not even a wooden ruler this time. She braced herself but still wasn’t prepared when the ruler’s rigid surface slapped across her buttocks.

  Her head came up in pained surprise.

  “I told you to be still.” Cunningham raised the metal chain to her mouth. “Open.” When she obeyed, he pressed the chain between her teeth. “Bite down,” he said.

  She had to lower her head toward her chest to reverse the tug on her beleaguered nipples. The chain tasted slightly sour. Not something she ever would have willingly put into her mouth.

  “Now,” Cunningham said, “let’s try this again.” He tapped the ruler on her ass, then swatted her with a snap of his wrist.

  She jerked, and when her head came up, she yanked on her nipples and nearly dropped the chain. Her face flushed bright red from the unexpected agony.

  Cunningham leaned over her. “I think you’ll find it much easier to be still now,” he whispered into her ear, his tone calm like he was telling her something helpful. Another tear rolled down her face.

  Tap. A light swat. Tap. Tap. She breathed through the little stings, knowing that at any second—

  The ruler connected with her ass and sent her up on her toes. She squeezed her eyes shut and forced her chin back toward her chest.

  “Naughty employees who keep their superiors waiting will find themselves disciplined,” Cunningham lectured sternly. He alternated between the little taps and the blows that made her see stars. Tingling warmth collected between her legs, and she felt evidence of her arousal gushing into her panties.

  “Now, Elle, what do you say?”

  “Thank you, sir,” she squeezed out, the chain clenched between her teeth making her drool. It was so humiliating to be treated like this, reduced to this, in front of her bosses and the clients. “I’ll do better.”

  “Very well.” His hand on the back of her neck felt so very right. He gently slid a finger into her mouth and plucked out the chain, then liberated her nipples. She staggered, her knees going weak from the sudden agony as sensation rushed back into her tortured peaks.

  She loved his control and dominance of her, and the way he always made her do the dirtiest things. He was impossible to please, but she loved trying.

  He hauled her up to a standing position and handed the jewelry to Jonathan. Something had changed in the air. Cunningham had established that she was his. Even though she had little doubt that she would sexually serve some—or, more likely, all—of the men in the room, everyone knew that she belonged to Cunningham.

  She wondered how Nolan and Jonathan felt about that, but then she recalled what Nolan had said about Cunningham needing to make sure he could keep her. Was this part of it? He would share her. He’d confessed that he was helpless against his compulsion to watch her get fucked by other men. Maybe he could only enjoy it if they also knew that she was his.

  “Thank you, sir,” she said, a warm euphoria coursing through her veins.

  “For what?” Cunningham asked as he sat.

  “For teaching me to serve you better.”

  He stared at her a moment, then opened a folder. “What would you fellows like to drink?” If her words had pleased him, he hid it.

  “Cola for us both,” Gustav said. Somehow, he made asking for a soda sexy. It was really unfair.

  She walked to the side buffet, her back to the men. She was desperately aware of the exposed skin between the top of the stockings and her ass as she opened two bottles and poured the contents into tall, thin glasses. She burned back there, and she wondered if the sight of her reddened buttocks turned them all on.

  She added a couple of ice cubes to each glass and walked back, wishing her breasts wouldn’t jiggle with each step.

  She handed one glass to Karl, her breasts too close to his face as she set it down. The last thing she wanted was for anything to brush against her poor nipples. She leaned over even more to reach Gustav, taking care not to touch the table.

  “No,” Gustav barked.

  Startled, she stared at him, all too aware of her nudity, her dangling breasts.

  “I asked for cola, not for ice. Ice in your drinks? Don’t you know any better?”

  “I’m sorry,” she murmured. She reached over to take the glass back, and Gustav caught one of her nipples between his fingers. Elle’s face went hot as he rolled the nub. Then he tugged hard, pulling her, and she was forced to gracelessly scramble onto the table and crawl toward him.

  When she was close enough, he sucked the nipple into his mouth, laving his tongue around the punished flesh. The sensation itself was soothing, but the way he did it made her want to spread her legs for him, offer her body in exchange for leniency and forgiveness. Elle kept her knees together and hoped no one could see that she was soaking her panties. If she’d known all of this was coming, she wouldn’t have chosen a color that would darken when wet.

  Jonathan took a seat next to Gustav. “Shift this way, baby,” he said, his voice hoarse and rasping with arousal. He positioned her between them and grabbed her other nipple. She was caught between the two men, but now pulled far out over the edge of the table, unbalanced, and she gripped the ledge tightly as the hungry mouths devoured her.

  A warm hand touched her inner thigh and ran up her leg. Fingers caressed her panty-covered sex, and then the fabric was roughly yanked down. Someone shoved a finger inside her, and she gasped as he twisted it, stroking her tight walls.

  Hands grabbed her ankles, and her legs were yanked back, making her back hollow out and her ass tip into the air. With a wet smack, Jonathan and Gustav released her nipples, though not before she moaned in discomfort, and then Cunningham flipped her over effortlessly. She grimaced as her weight settled on her bruised rump. He clawed at the garter belt until the snaps yielded, then he disposed of her panties with an audible rip. She closed her eyes, and when she opened them, all five men were on their feet, leaning over her, their heads blocking the light.

  Cunningham dragged her so that she lay diagonally across the table. There was nothing to support her head, and as a zipper whispered open, she understood why. For unrestricted access. They planned to fuck her mouth. Cunningham yanked her knees apart, and her pussy was likewise accessible.

  “I don’t like to wait,” Gustav said.

  Elle arched her back. The thing she liked best about Gustav, apart from his alluring voice and his extremely dominant yet thoughtful treatment of her, was his cock. Before him, she’d never had a man with a foreskin, and the softness of it fascinated her. He grabbed the base of himself and drew the tip across her lips.

  She trembled and opened her mouth with a little whimper.

  Next to him, Karl and Jonathan were also erect, cocks in hand. None of the men had bothered to remove any of their clothing, and apart from Jonathan, who probably didn’t even know where his jacket was, they could have been about to make a televised appearance.

  Well, except for the thick erections jutting from their open flies.

  Cunningham spread her legs wider, pushing her thighs apart, hurting her a little in his impatience. But she needed to be soft and compliant for him. It was what he demanded, and if she didn’t do it cheerfully, he would test her limits. She’d never gotten comfortable with having her pussy stared at, but she knew better than to hide herself, especially from Cunningham. He hated that, and therefore she wouldn’t do it.

  He swirled a finger in her wetness and dragged it down toward her ass. She tensed. All of her lovers were larger than average, but Cunningham had the hugest cock she’d ever seen. Long. So thick that she couldn’t close her fingers around the base. He could be the gentlest lover when he wanted, but something that big was
easily a weapon of punishment. Given his current mood, she didn’t know if having him, or Nolan, who loved nothing more than to aggressively and brutally fuck her ass, would be worse.

  Desperate to distract herself from this distressing train of thought, she turned her attention toward the three eager cocks presented to her. Gustav had pulled his foreskin all the way back, much to her dismay. Now he looked just like the others.

  Jonathan fisted his hand in her hair and forced her toward him. “Suck me.”

  She opened her mouth and extended her tongue as she blinked up at him, staring into his gorgeous face. Jonathan enjoyed fucking her mouth while the others were double stuffing her. He pushed himself deep with a single thrust and held himself there.

  After so many months with these men, she had practically no gag reflex left, but Jonathan somehow managed to wrest a few body-shaking shudders out of her. When he pulled out, she was coughing and gasping, and her eyes watered.

  She looked up at him while she caught her breath. Her Nordic god, tall, blond, flawless skin, broad cheekbones, confident and dominant and perfect.

  Cunningham nudged into her pussy, grabbed her thighs and slammed in deep. She gasped as his unrelenting maleness filled every inch of her slick, tight flesh.

  Jonathan turned her face toward Karl, and she tensed.

  “You’re going to make amends for your tardiness, correct?” Karl asked.

  She only had time to partially nod before Karl cupped her neck in his hands and drove into her. She panicked, remembering how it had been before, when she’d been choking and Karl hadn’t noticed. Nolan had saved her that night.

  But she didn’t need saving, she realized with a thrill of triumph. Her joy was short-lived, however, because Cunningham pulled out, and then he was inching his throbbing girth into her rear, not even giving her time to adjust.

  Karl began jackhammering into her mouth, stuffing her whimpers back down her throat, barely giving her enough time to breathe. The head of his cock hit a slightly different point with every jab. He wasn’t taking her past her limits, and she knew she was safe, that her bosses would never allow anyone to push her too far, but she reflexively fought against his body.

  Her struggle only turned him on further. “Oh, damn, yes. Your mouth sucks me so good, Elle. C’mon, baby, like that—”

  Gustav shouldered him out of the way and took his place. Her nose pressed into his balls as he slowly penetrated her mouth and throat.

  Cunningham fucked into her ass with long strokes. The way he pulled all the way out, then pumped back in, was sheer torture. Each time he was out, her poor ass clenched, but he continually renewed his onslaught.

  Only his warm, soothing hands, rubbing encouragingly up and down her thighs, kept her from panic.

  “I want her pussy,” Jonathan said.

  There must have been some wordless signal from Cunningham, because the men slowly moved back. Still, the air was thick with their desire, almost heavy from the pent-up testosterone in the room.

  Cunningham pulled her up with a brawny arm around her back.

  Jonathan sat on the floor, his pants now down to his thighs, and held his cock straight up. Cunningham lifted her off the table and positioned her over Jonathan, reverse-cowgirl style, and Jonathan guided her onto his shaft.

  It felt all weird, the curve of Jonathan’s cock stroking her in the wrong direction. He grabbed onto her thighs, holding her low on him, while Cunningham urged her forward until she was almost doggie style, her legs going out into a straddle.

  Then Cunningham came behind her and slowly pushed into her ass.

  They had never taken her like this before, and Elle was awash with new sensations. Everything seemed a bit funny, a bit different, and it made her feel strange and unsure of herself.

  Nolan, Gustav and Karl knelt in front of her, their three cocks at her lips. “I want you to lick us, Elle,” Gustav said, his accent caressing her ears. “Fast as you can, so that none of us feels left out.”

  She nodded, licked her lips, and got to work, running her tongue around the taut skin of their swollen dicks, getting them nice and wet. And she might have been able to make them come like that, too, if Cunningham hadn’t started driving into her with the force and subtlety of an ox. Suddenly she was being shoved forward, the wet cocks sliding stickily across her cheeks.

  Nolan roughly gripped a handful of her hair. “Just to hold you steady,” he said, his voice rich with teasingly false reassurance.

  Like that, Jonathan and Cunningham were easily able to fuck her as boisterously as they wanted, and the men at her mouth were able to crowd in, pressing their swollen cocks greedily into her mouth while she lapped at them frantically.

  With each of Cunningham’s thrusts, her breasts bounced. She wanted to cup them in her hands and relieve the jolting weight, but it took all her strength just to keep herself propped up.

  Gustave cupped under her chin. “Open wider.”

  Her mouth was already as open as it could go, and her jaw began to ache. This position was uncomfortable, straining her back, her legs, her hips. She thought about asking to switch, but then the realization hit her: Cunningham knew. This was part of her punishment for making them wait. Now she had to wait for them.

  She just hoped they wouldn’t take twenty minutes.

  Her whimpers were from discomfort and submission. She squeezed her eyes closed, willing the men to finish using her, to let her have a moment’s rest.

  “That’s enough,” Cunningham said. “Let’s continue this meeting. She can suck you off while we work, if no one objects.” The way he said it, only a fool would have disagreed with him.

  Nolan gently unwound the hand in her hair and Elle’s head sagged forward. She began to lift herself up, but Cunningham wrapped an arm around her middle and stood, bringing her up with him. Jonathan slipped out of her sheath, but she was still impaled on Cunningham’s cock, the girth of him making her ass burn.

  Her feet swung inches above the floor. Then Cunningham pulled her off of him and set her down gently. “Under the table,” he commanded, his voice rumbling. She nodded and fell to her hands and knees, then crawled under slowly, knowing the men were admiring the view.

  The men sat, their erections jutting from the confines of their suits. She started with Karl because he was closest. The moment her dampened lips touched him, he dropped a hand to grip the base of his shaft, angling it so that she could more easily service him.

  She sucked him thoroughly, not even slowing when he began to make little thrusts, his hips coming up slightly from the chair. He caught her head with both hands and held her still while his cock jerked its release in her mouth.

  Elle moved back, smiling, pleased with herself. Next she went to Gustav, who was in the middle of a monologue about appropriate legal action to preempt a suit from a fired employee. When her tongue touched his swollen dick, he paused a moment, then resumed speaking without missing a beat.

  Well, she liked a challenge. She worked her hands up under his shirt and greedily pulled at his firm, muscular back, then brought both hands around his shaft and squeezed as she applied a lot of sloppy, wet pressure to the swollen head. He pulled back and stood, then beckoned her to him. She crawled forward and rose up on her knees, then resumed sucking.

  He rested a hand on the crown of her head, then forced her backward until she was pinned between his body and the table. “Well now, little Elle,” he murmured as he gazed down at her. “You’ll want to please me as soon as you can.”

  With that, he pressed deep, then thrust quickly. To Elle’s surprise, he resumed his discussion as if she weren’t there. But his instrument swelled even more as she massaged him with her throat and mouth.

  But he kept talking. And talking. Then the men started to laugh, and she knew they were laughing at her. Her face had gone red with the exertion, and she was getting dizzy from controlling her breathing.

  “Condom,” Gustav rasped.

  There was a little plop and scrape
as something landed and slid across the table. Gustav leaned forward, then Elle heard the rip of foil. He stepped back, and she finally gulped down fresh air.

  Gustav pulled her to her feet and pushed her on the table. There were folders and papers under her backside, but he didn’t care. He put her ankles on his shoulders, gathered her breasts into his hands, and buried his cock inside her heat.

  A finger breached her ass, and she tightened. Gustav smiled and twisted the finger so that he was massaging his cock through her flesh, increasing the intensity and setting off the beginning of an orgasm in her. Months she’d been getting fucked and gang banged, and in one afternoon she was introduced to two new experiences.

  She cried out and grabbed at the table as she squirmed underneath his patient, thorough penetration. Her writhing body turned rigid, but just for a moment, and then she bucked underneath him. Her plaintive whimpers were met with Gustav’s deep growls, and he rumbled something in a language that she didn’t understand. He pulled away from her slowly, gently, and she fell contentedly limp.

  “Much better,” Gustav said as he straightened his tie with a practiced but slightly trembling hand.

  “Good.” Cunningham pulled Elle into his lap and sat her ass on his cock. He leaned back, pulling her legs wide. She was dimly aware that he still discussed details of the project, but he felt so good inside of her that she couldn’t focus.

  “Time out,” Jonathan said. “You’re killing me. Let’s take a five-minute break.” He didn’t wait for an answer before mounting her with a grunt, pressing her body between his and Cunningham’s.

  He penetrated her slowly, then rocked into her with an even rhythm. Her body squeezed around him. She didn’t even need the finger that he rubbed on her clit to come, but his focused attentions had her soaring in the air, gasping for breath, panting his name as his cock squeezed warmth into her channel.

  His eyes blinked, and he looked a little surprised to find himself deep inside of her. He kissed her lips, then carefully slid out of her and stood.