And when Mr. Parker called me in my office so we could go over the contract, my mind had already fast-forwarded to this moment, to whatever deliciously dirty scene he would want to act out once the three of us were on the same page. Yeah. Totally looked forward to this.
Needless to say, I wasn’t disappointed when Mr. Parker had quickly penned his signature and insisted that I strip right there in front of them both. In fact, I couldn’t get out of my clothes fast enough.
But right here, right now, while I was stroking Mr. Snowden’s velvety-smooth shaft, I was in heaven. I didn’t feel rushed and I was enjoying getting the opportunity to touch him so intimately. This wasn’t the way my previous sexual interactions had occurred. Most of the time, the men I’d been with were more interested in getting their rocks off than the excitement of getting there.
That wasn’t the case here. These two men were perhaps the most patient men I’d ever met in my life.
“One more thing,” Mr. Parker noted. “You are not allowed to make my pup come.”
My eyes flared and darted over to Mr. Snowden’s face. He didn’t appear surprised by this demand. I turned my attention back to Mr. Parker. “Yes, Mr. Parker.”
“My pup is not allowed to come without my express permission.” Mr. Parker’s eyes held my gaze firmly. “And unless Ben states otherwise, you are not permitted to come unless I give you permission as well.”
I nodded my understanding, although I was slightly disappointed by the fact one of my new Doms was fond of withholding orgasms. That wasn’t fun at all.
“Now, give his cock one more kiss, then I’m going to allow both of you to get back to work. We’ll be going to dinner shortly.”
Right. Dinner.
Holy crap.
Leaning forward, I brushed my lips over the satiny head of Mr. Snowden’s cock, wanting desperately to take him in my mouth, to lave him with my tongue, to drive him crazy enough to shoot straight down my throat. I longed for when that would happen.
However, I refrained because I knew it wouldn’t please Mr. Parker if I did.
“Thank you, little rebel.”
“It’s been my pleasure,” I said softly, looking over at Mr. Snowden’s face.
“Tonight, after dinner, perhaps I’ll allow my pup to return the favor.”
God, I could only hope.
“Yes, Mr. Parker.”
*
Ten minutes later, I was back in my office practically squirming in my desk chair. I was so worked up from that much-too-brief session in Mr. Parker’s office that I could hardly sit still. Unfortunately, there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. Regardless of how hot and bothered I was, I would not defy Mr. Parker’s request.
Not that I wanted to. Well, sure, I did, but I wanted to see where this led tonight after dinner, as Mr. Parker had promised. And once again, I was looking forward to something. I hadn’t had much of that in my life lately. Perhaps ever, really. However, Mr. Parker and Mr. Snowden sure made it easy to get excited about what was to come.
Good thing was, it was five fifteen, which meant the day would be over soon. I wasn’t exactly thrilled about going to a business dinner on my first day, mostly because I wasn’t sure what to expect. On the other hand, I was hoping for a little insight into how this place functioned. Based on what I’d seen today, Mr. Parker, Mr. Snowden, and the two Mr. Moores met regularly to discuss various things. On the flip side, they did spend a lot of time in their respective offices, on the phone or on their computers.
It certainly wasn’t anything exciting. Not much drama, which was nice. Just a bunch of people doing whatever it was they did to run a multimillion-dollar PR firm. Yeah. In my spare time, I had perused the company’s website in an effort to get a better understanding of all they did.
A knock sounded on my office door and I looked up to see Mr. Snowden standing there. “Are you ready for dinner?”
I smiled at him, my thoughts instantly drifting to what had taken place a short while ago on Mr. Parker’s desk. I wondered if Mr. Snowden had thought about it since it happened.
“Ready when you are,” I told him.
His smile was warm and I couldn’t help feeling comfortable around him. Mostly comfortable. There was still this underlying desire that was steadily creeping up inside me where they were both concerned. I figured that was something I would have to learn to deal with while at work.
“Do you need to get anything from your apartment?” he asked as I closed my laptop and got to my feet.
“No.” I glanced down at myself. “Unless you think I should change.”
“Definitely not.” His eyes glittered, slowly trailing over me as I moved closer. “You look stunning.”
