On Wednesday, Sir had insisted that I wear the butt plug and the Venus Butterfly for the entire day. I spent most of my time on edge because he had amused himself with the remote control. I wasn’t allowed to come, which had frustrated me to no end. However, he had relieved all the pent-up pressure by fucking me against the windows overlooking the building next door while my other three bosses and a room full of accountants had watched.
Today had been relatively quiet. When Sir and I arrived this morning, I learned that Jordan had requested the day off to take care of some personal business. I spent most of the day dealing with the phones. During the rare times they weren’t ringing, I focused my attention on seeking input for the next quarterly meeting that would take place in March. It was still a ways off, but I figured it was best to get started early. I liked the idea of having a larger project to work on.
I felt as though I’d proven myself in the months that I’d been there. And I wasn’t referring to the extracurricular activities. I was far more than a sex toy for these men to enjoy. Not once since I had arrived had they made me feel as though I wasn’t a contributing part of the company. Perhaps that was why I continued to enjoy working there. Well, that and the sex. I certainly enjoyed the sex.
However, I had to wonder what it would be like if we were no longer enjoying each other’s company the way that we were. Would I still be able to look them in the eye? What would happen if they moved on to another submissive?
The thought made my stomach turn.
Thinking about Master and Sir with someone else made my stomach bottom out. As for Ben and Justin…no, I wouldn’t like it per se, but I could get used to it. Although I cared about them immensely, I wasn’t in love with them.
I stared at Sir’s door, then over at Master’s.
I was in love with my bosses.
No matter how hard I had tried to keep this on a sexual level, I had failed. It was more than sex for me. And now that I’d come to the realization, I couldn’t simply drop it.
Oh, I could pretend with the best of them and I would. No way was I going to let Master and Sir know that my heart had gone and caused a huge mess of this. They didn’t need to know that.
Hell, no one needed to know that.
Thankfully, the phone rang.
I needed the distraction in a bad, bad way.
•
That night, Sir cooked for me, and afterward, I cleaned the kitchen before joining him in the living room. I curled up next to him while we watched some gangster movie and he teased my naked body relentlessly. By the time the movie was over, I was on the verge of implosion and he seemed to notice.
“I’ll be right back,” he told me, then disappeared in the direction of his bedroom. I listened, trying to hear what he was doing, while my body trembled with excitement.
When he returned, he wasn’t wearing a shirt and the button on his jeans had been unfastened.
He leaned over and kissed me gently, then pulled back and looked into my eyes. “You ready for our last night together?”
I smiled, holding back the emotions that filled me. The thought of it really being our last night together broke my heart. I wasn’t ready to leave him, but I knew that was the agreement.
“No, Sir,” I admitted softly. “However, I look forward to whatever you have in store for me.”
His eyes softened and he brushed his knuckles over my cheek.
When he stood to his full height, he held out his hand to me. I followed him into the bedroom, noticing that there were several candles burning around the room. Plus, the restraints he had on his bed were lying on the mattress, practically calling my name.
“Not yet, pet,” he said, leading me into the bathroom.
The bathtub was full, steam drifting up from the heated water. Sir helped me in, then stripped out of his jeans while I watched. The man was ridiculously sexy. I wanted to spend the rest of the night memorizing every inch of his delectable body.
When he joined me in the oversized tub, he eased in behind me, then pulled me down to him. He used a sponge to caress my breasts and my belly, wringing out the sponge over my nipples, the warmth and attention causing them to harden.
Neither of us spoke while he kissed my neck, breathing me in. I was lost to the romanticism of the act, wishing this night never had to end. But the water eventually cooled, and when I shivered, we got out and he dried us both.
