Page 98 of Office Intrigue (Office Intrigue Duet 1)
“You may come, pet,” Master growled roughly.
I did.
I came with a scream that I was sure could be heard throughout the building. Seconds later, Justin’s hips stopped and I felt him coming in my ass.
“I have to say, Mr. Moore, she’s definitely a treat,” Mr. Daniels said.
“She certainly is,” Master agreed.
The vibration finally shut off and I was still gasping for breath when Justin pulled out. I couldn’t move, still restrained.
“While it’s my responsibility to handle your aftercare,” Justin whispered softly, “I need to meet with my client. Is that okay with you?”
I nodded, meeting his eyes in the mirror. It took effort to hold up my head. Every muscle in my body was lax from the mind-blowing climax.
“Landon, would you please take care of our pet?” Master asked.
Their pet.
Not his.
That distinction was not at all what I had expected to hear, much less dwell on. It made me feel slighted, as though Master wasn’t willing to call me his own.
I didn’t like that, but I lost track of that thought when Landon wrapped me in his arms and whispered, “It would be my pleasure.”
My disappointment instantly faded as I realized one thing. If Master claimed me as his own, I wouldn’t have Landon.
And if I was being completely honest with myself, I wasn’t willing to give him up. Not even for Master.
Thirty-Nine
LANDON WAS THE ONE WHO removed the restraints and unhooked me from the swing. My legs were weak, but it didn’t matter because Landon easily lifted me into his arms, then carried me out of the room, down the hall, and into his office through the back door.
“Why are there two doors to every office?” I asked because it seemed the appropriate time.
He paused momentarily, then glanced back at the door. He smiled, then turned his attention back to me. “Because we had it reconfigured when we took over this floor. There used to be eight offices here. We only wanted four but we figured it would be a good idea to keep the doors.”
“So you could sneak out?” I teased.
“Actually…there have been a couple of secretaries who wanted to know every move we made, so yes. They’ve been used to sneak out a time or two. Although we haven’t felt the need to do that to you. Not yet, anyway.”
I chuckled, then leaned against his chest.
Landon didn’t put me down until we were in the large shower in his bathroom. After helping me to steady myself, he turned on the water, then stripped us both. He even secured my hair, fixing the few pieces that had fallen out during the demonstration.
He seemed to be taking extra special care of me, which was endearing.
“Did you enjoy the demonstration?” Landon asked as he led me beneath the warmth of the spray. He was careful not to get my hair or my face wet.
“Yes. I did. It was an interesting device.”
He grunted, his eyes lifting to my face but then quickly looking away. “You were beautiful.”
“Thank you.”
His cock was rock hard as he lathered me with soap, cleaning me from neck to toes. The sensation of his hands roaming over me had my body humming, my arousal returning. I enjoyed the way he touched me, how soothing he was.
“May I ask a question, Mr. Moore?”
Landon’s smile appeared forced, but he answered easily. “For now, just call me Landon. And yes, you may ask.”
“Are you active in the BDSM lifestyle?” I knew that Master had said he was, but I was hoping to get a little more insight into Landon. I wanted to know him, to understand him, not to have that information relayed to me. With the way things were changing, I wasn’t sure if that was something I’d be afforded in the future and the thought upset me.
Although he’d taken me to dinner, I’d been so caught up in the spontaneity of it I hadn’t asked many personal questions, and every minute since, I’d wished that I had.
His eyes lifted to meet mine. “I am.”
“Do you have a submissive?”
His smile turned sad. “I do not.”
“Are you looking for one?”
“You mean besides you?”
I liked that he referred to me as his. “Yes.”
“No, I’m not looking for another.”
I remained quiet for a moment while he rinsed the soap from my skin.
“May I ask another question?”
He smiled, then nodded.
I glanced down the length of his body, then up to his face. “May I return the favor?”
His eyes flashed with heat. “I’d like that.”
He replaced the sprayer and pointed it downward while I grabbed the bottle of body wash. I used it generously, lathering him up, starting at his neck. His shoulders were huge, his muscles deliciously defined. I worked my way down each arm, then over his torso. I briefly stroked his erection with my soapy hands as I went to my knees before venturing lower. Working my way up from his feet, I waited as the water cascaded over his body, rinsing the soap away.
