Mia’s eyes never left Sam’s as she did as she was told and slowly slid her panties down her legs, over her shoes, and stepped out of them. The sound that came out of his mouth was a mix between a sigh and a groan, something otherworldly she couldn’t quite put her finger on but knew she liked. “Unhook your bra.” She wasn’t expecting him to want her bra off before her shirt, but she did as she was told. Her white lacy bra was hooked in the front. She reached up and pulled the hook free, and it sprang open, the lace glancing off of her hardened nipples, which left her breath caught in her throat. “Unbutton your shirt,” he said, his eyes slitted as he stared at the outlined peaks beneath her shirt. She watched the way his nostrils flared with each slip of her fingers, the way his teeth dug into his bottom lip, the way his eyes grew heavier. He had one hand on his cock beneath the desk, she could see him twitching, trying not to move. How wou

At 5:00, Mia was partially disappointed that Sam had never called her back into his office, but then, she wasn’t sure if she could handle another round with him that afternoon. She was still a little sore from the first time.She grabbed her purse from the bottom drawer, wondering if Sam had only said she needed to be ready for him to call her back in that afternoon in order to mess with Beau, and headed out of the office for the day. She’d arranged for a car to pick her up, thinking she should just go home and get some sleep. It had been a long last few days.Beau was waiting for her in the hall outside of her office. She tried not to make a face. He was there because he cared about her after all. “Hi,” he said, his hands shoved deep down into his pockets.“Hi,” she said, forcing a small smile onto her face. It wasn’t as if she didn’t have feelings for him. She did. It was only… they weren’t supposed to see each other at work. And the only way she could keep the two relationships fro

Mia lay awake, staring at the ceiling above her bed. While she’d taken a shower and then gone to bed early, after a dinner of pizza delivered from the place down the street, she’d woken up a few hours ago, around 2:00 AM, and couldn’t go back to sleep.Her thoughts were jumbled. She’d been dreaming of hands touching her, lips on hers, but she wasn’t sure who it was. In the dark fog of her unconscious state, it was impossible to tell. Sometimes, the kisses were sweet and slow, and she thought it must be Beau, but then, the man in the darkness commanded her, taking her roughly, and she thought it must be Sam. In some, sick twisted perversion of her own mind, had she managed to merge them both into the same man?With a loud sigh, she rolled over, grabbing a pillow and punching it into submission before dropping her face into it.What had she gotten herself into? What would her mother say if she knew what she was doing? Her mother had always taught her that chastity was a virtue, that she

The red light was flashing. Finally. Mia had been trying to be patient. After more dreams about each of the brother the night before, she could hardly stand sitting there, waiting for Sam to acknowledge her. At least Beau hadn’t come to visit her. If it wasn’t for the “no touching” at work rule, she might’ve rammed him up against the wall and had her way with him anyway.Now, Sam was summoning her. Heat rose through her core, causing a pool of moisture to dampen her panties as she pulled herself up from her desk and headed to the door. Sometimes, she considered “forgetting” to knock, just to see what her punishment might be, but she didn’t want to risk it today. What if her punishment involved Sam refusing to touch her? She couldn’t chance it.He was sitting behind his desk when she walked in. His eyes slowly made their way from hers, down her breasts, to her too-short skirt. His tongue darted out of his mouth, traced across his bottom lip, and then his perfectly straight, white teeth

Mia sat down at her desk and rubbed her wrists, trying to keep her mind off of what had just gone on behind the closed door of Sam’s secret room. The cuffs he’d used had been padded with fur, so they hadn’t hurt, but the sensation of being chained wouldn’t go away. She’d enjoyed it far more than she ever would’ve imagined.Sitting on top of him, bouncing up and down, using her own body weight to create friction and bring herself to a pleasure point she’d never experienced before. The last time she’d been with Sam, she’d marveled at the way he took control and commanded her every move. This time, she’d had more freedom, even though she’d been cuffed. His hands on her hips had guided her, but she’d had the power to move up and down as quickly as she wanted to and situate herself however she pleased.Mia sat at her desk and pondered what to do with the rest of her day. She’d already ordered Sam’s lunch and would need to deliver that shortly, but other than that, she had nothing else to d