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And she thought she needed to tell a man what she wanted.
Her body said it without words. He scooted down to sit between her legs while
Brad went to town on her breasts and lips. With flattened hands Marc spread her
wide, opening all of her pink, glistening slit to his pleasure.

And pleasure it was, inhaling the essence of her arousal,
using his thumbs to play in her honey. Leaning in close, he took another deep
breath filled with her scent and let it go straight to his cock. Then he dove
in. He pressed back the hood on her clit and flicked his pointed tongue
repeatedly. Paused to catch the increasing flow of juices and savored the
awareness she was really enjoying what he did.

She somehow kept from moving beneath their attentions but
couldn’t stop the sexy noises from sounding as he lapped her pussy. Tiny,
high-pitched gasps, throaty utterings all built in frequency the longer they
worked on her.

When he knew she was getting close to orgasm, Marc sat up,
nudged Brad and spoke to Lori. “Get up a minute.”

She looked confused, foggy with lust, but she stood. Brad
sat at the edge of the bed, his legs bent over the side. Marc placed a hand on
Lori’s shoulder. “Bend over.”

Brad held out his arms and guided her to take his stiff,
weeping cock in her mouth. He held her sides helped Lori find her rhythm as
Marc rolled on a condom.

Stepping up behind, Marc pushed two fingers inside her pussy
and stroked. Hot, wet and slippery, just the way he liked it, as if she’d been
waiting for him. He thrust his cock in, groaned with pleasure at the sensation
of her clamping down on him. “Oh, yeah. Honey, your pussy is heaven.”

She pulled away from Brad’s cock and drew in a breath.
“Thank you, Master. I’m glad it pleases you.”

Fuck.
He almost lost it right then and there. Was she
in subspace, even with the change in position? No, she spoke too clearly. The
need to make certain, to give her the pleasure of total absorption, overwhelmed
him.

He bent over her, cupping the weight of her breasts in his
hands. He squeezed, found the nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and
worked the velvet nubs. Pinched, tugged, all the while keeping an even rhythm
thrusting in and out.

Lori rocked on Brad’s cock, her speed increasing. She
whimpered, grunting each time Marc bottomed out inside her.

“Remember not to come until we say so,” Marc warned above
her ear.

She whined.

Marc straightened and smacked her ass cheek hard. “No
complaining.” He smacked her again, then pumped deep. He continued the motions,
spanking her and fucking her. “You earned one punishment tonight, are you going
to make it two?”

She pulled her mouth off Brad’s cock. “No, Master. I’m
trying not to come, but the spanking, and you inside me…” She whimpered as he
spanked her again. “I’m sorry, Master, I can’t hold out much longer.”

Brad grasped a handful of her wavy hair and pulled her back
down to his lap. Marc sped up his pace, stopping once to spank her again. Her
shrieks rose in pitch until he knew she was at the edge. Pulling out, he
spanked her four times, hard, then commanded, “Come.”

He thrust into her as she shattered, fucking in and out
wildly as she clenched and released in her orgasm. Beneath her, Brad groaned
and froze. Marc couldn’t hold back anymore and let go, feeling pleasure sweep
over his body.

When he could move without staggering, Marc helped Lori onto
the bed and went in search of a clean cloth. Brad stretched out beside her,
smoothing her tangled hair. They were all breathing normally by the time Marc
lay down on her other side.

She lay on her back. Marc rolled on his side and propped up
on an elbow to better see the other two. He caught Brad’s attention and nodded.

Brad spoke. “Did you enjoy tonight as our sub?”

“Yes, Master C. It was…amazing. I never imagined anything
like this.” She laughed. “That sounds trite, doesn’t it? But it’s true. I know
I’ll never settle for missionary again with any man.”

Marc growled low in his throat. “I don’t recall giving you
permission to talk about other men.”

She smiled and turned her head his way. Her eyes still held
the glassiness of sex. “Forgive me, Master.”

As she continued to hold his gaze, her eyes darkened and she
looked up at the ceiling.

“What is it?” he asked.

Lori shook her head. “Nothing.”

Brad lifted on his elbow and stroked his free hand down her
arm. “This doesn’t work without total honesty.”

“I was just wishing there was a way this could continue.”

“Why can’t it?” Brad asked.

She stared at the ceiling as if unable to meet either man’s
eyes. “Well, there’s work, for one thing. And there are three of us. Somehow,
someone’s going to feel left out at some point.”

Marc said, “Just for a moment, let’s take work out of the
picture. We’re just three people who met at a club and discovered we work well
together.”

“If only,” she snorted. “I can’t take the fact of who we are
out of the picture. It
is
the picture.”

Brad sat up and leaned his elbows on his knees. “It doesn’t
have to be. People who work together date all the time. They do things together.”

“If you compare handcuffs and spankings to a company
softball game, I’ll slap you, Collins.”

Brad took her free hand and pinned it to his thigh. He held
up his other hand when she began to speak. “Hear us out, Lori. Take us out of
the situation. It’s just you and two men exploring each other’s bodies,
learning more about your own.”

He reached out and stroked her cheek. “You don’t even have
to answer out loud. But ask yourself, and answer honestly, did you enjoy it?
Was there a difference in your level of pleasure when you didn’t have to ask
for what you wanted or plan it yourself?”

“Look, I give you credit for showing me that there are men
out there who are capable—”

Marc’s eyebrow rose and she paused and took a deep breath.
She smiled. “Okay, you two are skilled at pleasing a woman. I admit it. But
don’t expect me to put it in your next peer reviews.”

He grinned. Thank God she wasn’t going to shut them out
completely. They had way too much going for them to not explore this aspect of
their relationships to the fullest. He knew in his gut none of them could find
anything comparable with anyone else. The perfect blending of chemistry and
personality between them wasn’t common.

Lori sighed. “I just wish it was two other men who’d taught
me all of this.”

Chapter Six

When the alarm clock rang Monday morning, Lori groaned and
switched it off. Even after spending most of the day before trying to decide
how to handle her turbulent feelings, she couldn’t face Brad and Marc in
person. Concentrate on work? Well, maybe from home. She could work from her
laptop and probably accomplish more.

Doing something she rarely did, she tapped in the phone
number for Mr. Riggs’ desk and left him a voicemail. She hadn’t missed a day in
over eighteen months, so no one could begrudge her a mental health day.

Fitting, mental health. This situation she had created was
definitely crazy. After twenty years of keeping to her “no dating coworkers”
rule, she had completely annihilated her entire rulebook. Took a flogger to it,
as it were. Could she gracefully back out?
Thanks for introducing me to
this, guys. Now I’m going to find my own Dom.

That didn’t seem right. And if she were honest, which she
liked to think herself capable of being, she didn’t want to try the scene with
someone else.

But how could she keep it casual with Brad and Marc if she
let it continue? She only had two states of mind, or sex life: single or in a
relationship. She didn’t sleep with guys she dated until she was certain there
was something between them beyond sexual chemistry.

That could be the problem. She focused so hard on the
“beyond” she hadn’t noticed the lack of chemistry in the past. Yet her body had
been aware of these two men from the start, each in their own way. Brad was the
type of guy she’d panted after in college, so clean cut and fair, kind of
metrosexual without being effeminate. So handsome she just sighed sometimes,
wishing she were younger.

Marc’s darker looks had become her favorite when she’d
entered her thirties. Exotic. Erotic. The kind who made you think of the
tropics, secluded beaches and fruity rum cocktails. That warm burn spreading
throughout your body.

How had she never noticed his ear was pierced? Obviously, he
never wore the gold hoop to the office, but when they worked, they often sat
close enough to count each other’s freckles. She probably had never pulled her
gaze away from his spellbinding eyes, except to look down at her papers.

Tossing back her covers, she rolled out of bed and grabbed
her pink fleece robe. Could she own anything less sexy? As she cinched the belt
tightly around her waist, she realized how low on her list sexiness had been up
until she’d tugged on that too-small miniskirt and bustier the guys had
requested before their first scene.

She could change that, whether or not she continued to see
Marc and Brad. Buy sexy lingerie and wear it even when she was home alone at
night. Get some scented candles. Oh, and choose a line of bath gel and lotion
that made her feel pretty. Take control of her libido. If beauty came from
within, sexiness probably did, too.

After setting the coffeepot to brew, Lori took a yogurt out
of the fridge and sat down at the dining table/desk. Wiggling the wireless
mouse, she woke her laptop from its slumber and logged into her office email.

As usual, only a few new messages awaited her, two of which
had sender names that sent her stomach quivering. Marc’s had a subject line of
the name of their current project, but the email itself seemed to be in code.

Just wanted to touch base with you. I looked forward to
seeing if you had any more to add to our discussion. I hope you’re feeling
better soon.

Marc

Since he’d used the office email, anyone who read this would
easily think he referred to some idea they’d talked about on Friday. But her
gut—or was it her heart?—knew he meant their evening at Unfettered.

Brad’s read much the same.

Hey, sorry to hear you weren’t up to coming in today. I
hope it’s just a passing bug. I might call later to get your feedback on a few
ideas.

Lori typed quick, neutral replies saying she’d be working
from home if they needed to talk about the project. She didn’t think a phone
call was the right way to discuss their future outside work.

She received a text from Marc shortly after hitting
send
.

How are you, really?
Short and to the point.

I’m okay. Just needed a down day.

I won’t pry, but was worried. You’re never sick.

I’m sure I’ll be back at work tomorrow.
But she still
couldn’t imagine facing the two men. Either her panties would drench at the
memories of what they made her body feel, or she’d blush so blatantly in the
middle of a meeting, everyone would know something was up.

I trust you’ll tell me if you need anything.
Wow, his
words cut through any remaining morning fog in her mind. Trust. With just one
word he was her master.

A comforting warmth settled over her. He had her back. Her
well-being was in his hands and it was safe.

Lori smiled.
Thank you.
She needed to talk to them
both and be honest with her concerns. But first, she needed coffee.

Even after her second cup, she was no closer to knowing how
to explain herself. They’d had two sessions together at Unfettered. Two dates,
if she were to compare this situation to her past relationships. She was
rushing things if she thought she needed to make long-range plans after two
dates.

But the whole issue was whether she could function normally
at work if they continued to see each other at a club. She was back to square
one. And wasting time thinking about Marc and Brad when she should be working.

For the next two hours she wrote, revised and tossed out
several campaign ideas. Tugging at her hair in frustration, she decided to
shower and eat before trying again. Somehow, she needed to get her mind back on
her work. Fully on her work, without the visions of her naked masters ordering
her to suck their cocks.

Ohhh.
That was the wrong image to think about when
she wanted to put them out of her head. Immediately, memories of their moans of
arousal filled her. Her nipples tingled as they tightened.

Heading to the bathroom, she debated using the shower
massage wand to take the edge off her building need. How insane! She was
stronger than this. Never had she felt uncontrollable urges in the middle of
the morning.

A tepid shower cooled her down and after pulling on a pair
of yoga pants and pale-pink t-shirt, she sat back down at her laptop and typed
up a decent presentation. She was reading through it when her phone buzzed with
a text message from Brad.

Can I bring lunch by?

How sweet, but how illogical. He couldn’t get to her place
and back with a stop for food, all within his lunch hour.
No, thanks. I’m
good.

I know you’re good, but you need to eat.

Did he think she lay half-dead in bed and couldn’t make it
to the fridge?
Really, I have food. Soup, salad, sandwich fixings…

Okay, how ‘bout I stop by and pick up lunch from you?
Sounds delicious.

Lori smiled.
You’d be late getting back.
She stopped
herself from adding that she’d cook for him another time. She wasn’t ready for
invitations like that.

Well, just make sure you eat.

That sounded more like mother than master, but it made her
crave macaroni and cheese and apple pie. With more cheese. Could a relationship
with someone like that fill her to the point she didn’t need starchy comfort
food? What a dietary concept!