“Why are you still here, Selene?  Go home and enjoy your weekend.”  Mark didn’t look up from the laptop sitting in front of him.  He’d brought it into the control room, in hopes of finishing up some reports while he kept an eye on the main floor.

“I will.  But let’s talk first.”

Selene sat down next to him and eyed the report he had open.  “How are numbers this month?”

“Good.  One of our highest.  New memberships are up fifteen percent this month.”

Selene smiled in satisfaction.  “I was thinking we start doing two shows on Friday night and Saturday night.  What do you think?”

“I think it’s a good idea.  Not sure if Richard will want to do two shows though.”

“It doesn’t have to be Richard.  Wallace or Peter could do the second show.  Or you.”

“No,” Mark said.  He stared at the screens on the wall.  The thought of doing a show, hell, of even touching someone other than Amy, made him feel sick to his stomach.  “I can’t.”

“Can’t or won’t?”  Selene asked.

“Both.”

Selene studied the ends of her long dark hair.  “Wallace wants to buy into the club.”

He turned to face her.  “Seriously?”

“Yes, and I think we should consider it.  You’ve been burning the candle at both ends for two years.  You can’t keep this up.  Not to mention that you’re in a relationship now.  Do you want to spend every weekend at the club instead of with Amy?”

“We’re not in a relationship.”

“Keep telling yourself that, sweetheart.”

He scowled at Selene, but she just smiled.  “If we make Wallace a partner, he can cover the weekend shifts and some of the shifts during the week.  You can concentrate solely on the financial side of the business.  It takes some of the pressure off you and your weekends are yours again.”

“I don’t need free weekends.  I’m not in a relationship with Amy and - ”

“It’s not just that,” Selene said.  “It’ll take some of the pressure off me as well.  I need a more engaged partner in the club, Mark.  You know I love you and I don’t want you thinking that I’m trying to edge you out, but we need someone else.  Someone who can be here during the week as well.”

He leaned back in his chair and tugged at his earlobe.  “Shit.  I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Selene said.  “I knew when we decided to buy the club, what it would be.  But in the last two years, the club has grown significantly in membership.  We need another, and I think Wallace is perfect for the job.”

“Yeah, okay.”

“Yeah?”  Selene gave him a look of gratitude.  “You sure?  You can think about it for a few days.”

“I don’t need to.  It makes sense and I’m not pulling my weight around here.”

“That’s not what this is about,” Selene said.  “The growth of the club has put us in this situation and that’s not a bad thing.”

“I guess you’re right.”

“I am.”  She stood and smoothed down her skin-tight dress.  “I’m going to have a quick chat with Wallace before I leave.  Can you do dinner Sunday night with Wallace and me?  Around seven?  We can discuss the partnership arrangement.”

“Sure.  I’ll print financials for Wallace to look over.”

“Perfect.”  She leaned forward and kissed him on the forehead.  “Thank you, Mark.”

“Thanks for not kicking me out completely.”

She pinched his cheek.  “I’d never do that to you, muffin.  You know that.”

He gave her an affectionate slap on the ass.  “Go home, Selene.  Enjoy your weekend.”

“Bye, sweetie.”  She kissed his forehead again and left.

He stared at the laptop in front of him.  Everything Selene said made sense and truthfully, he felt relief more than anything.  The hectic pace of working two jobs was starting to get to him and the idea of having free time again was intoxicating.  If he wasn’t working the weekends, he could spend more time with Amy.  He could –

You’re not in a relationship, moron.

He slumped back in the chair before grabbing the beer on the desk and taking a long drink.  It was just after eight.  Maybe he should text Amy, just to see if she got home okay.

Home from her date?

He scowled and took another drink of beer.  It wasn’t a goddamn date.

You’re right.  Besides, she probably isn’t home.  She’s probably still at the restaurant with those two French bastards.  Maybe one of them has his hand on her leg right now.  Maybe he’s touching what belongs to you and -

“Hey, Mark?”  The door to the control room opened.

“What is it, Trent?”  He struck at the keys on his laptop with hard short taps.

“Got someone here to see you.”

“What?”  He spun around in his chair.  Amy was standing inside the control room with Trent and he couldn’t stop the grin on his face.  “Ames?  What are you doing here?”

As Trent closed the door and left them alone, she gave him a tentative smile.  “Hi.  Sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you at work.  I asked upstairs at the front desk if they would check and see if you had a minute.  But then this guy showed up - ”

“Trent.”

“Trent showed up and told me to follow him.  I’m sorry.”

“I don’t mind,” he said.  “It’s, uh, good to see you.”

Christ, he sounded like a smitten schoolboy.

She smiled and joined him at the table.  “I won’t take up much of your time, I just… holy shit.”

She had glanced at the wall of screens in front of them.  He grinned when her mouth dropped open and she leaned over the table to get a better look.  She was staring at one of the screens on the bottom row.  In the Red Room, Peter and Richard had a woman between them.  Her arms were restrained with leather cuffs and she was straddling Peter.  His dick was in her pussy and Richard’s dick was in her ass.  Despite the bright red ball gag in her mouth, there was no denying the look of pure bliss on her face as the two men fucked her roughly.

He watched Amy as she watched them.  Her mouth was still open, and her hands were clenched in tight fists against her midsection.  Her shirt was stretched tight against her breasts and he could see the way her nipples had hardened.  His cock was already straining against his pants and he was tempted to give her open mouth something to suck on.

“Little slave, you are very close to having a cock in your mouth.”

She stepped back and closed her mouth with a snap as bright red colour infused her cheeks.  “Mark, I – sorry.  It’s rude of me to watch.”

He grinned and stepped behind her.  He pressed his dick against her delightful ass and cupped her breast before kissing the side of her neck.  “Most people here don’t mind being watched.”

She moaned and arched her back, pushing more of her breast into his hand.  “Yeah, I guess.”

He tasted the skin on her throat again just above her new collar.  “How was your dinner?”

She turned in his arms and gave him a look of pure delight.  “That’s why I’m here.  Julien and Pierre want to invest in a casual line.”

“Ames, that’s great!”

“I know, right?  At first I didn’t think they would because they invited me back to their hotel room and - ”

His hand reached down and squeezed her ass, pulling her up against his erection as his nostrils flared.  “They what?”

She laughed.  “Don’t look so surprised.  You knew as well as I did that they’d try and lure me back to their hotel room.”

He squeezed her ass again as she put her arms around his shoulders.  “Anyway, I turned them down and told them point blank that I would never fuck them – together or apart.  I was sure Luke would be right and they wouldn’t want to invest in the casual line if I didn’t sleep with them, but he wasn’t right.  I wasn’t right!  They said they still wanted to invest and they’re having a contract drawn up for us to look at.  Isn’t that amazing?”

“I never doubted for a second that they would want to work with you, baby,” he said.  “I’m so proud of you.”

She grinned and pressed a quick kiss against his mouth.  “I’m sorry to bother you at work.  I really wanted to tell you in person and I couldn’t wait until Monday.”

“I’m glad you stopped by,” he said.

“Yeah?”

He nodded and cupped her face before bending his head and kissing her.  She made a sweet little moan and returned his kiss enthusiastically.  He lifted her and set her on the table behind them, pushing between her thighs and rubbing his dick against her.

They kissed repeatedly as he slid his hand under her shirt.  He grazed the warm soft skin of her stomach before cupping her breast through her bra and squeezing.  She moaned into his mouth before pulling back.

Before he could stop her, she had pushed him back, slid off the table and dropped to her knees in front of him.  As her hands unbuttoned his pants, he said, “Ames, baby, what are you doing?”

“Celebrating my good news,” she said with an impish grin.

“Not that I don’t appreciate your enthusiasm, but I think I should be the one with my face in your – oh fuck…”

Amy had pulled his cock free of his underwear and engulfed him with her warm, wet mouth.  His brain went numb as every ounce of his blood went to his dick. He threaded his fingers in her hair and guided her mouth back and forth over his cock.

“Fuck, baby, that’s so good.  I love your hot mouth on my dick.  You’re so - ”

“Hey, Mark?  Shit… sorry.”

Amy made a muffled shriek around his cock before pulling back.  His heart pounding, he hauled her to her feet.  He stuffed his dick back into his pants and hurriedly buttoned them as he looked over his shoulder.  Wallace, a small grin on his face, was standing in the doorway of the control room.

“Uh, hey, Wallace.”

“Hi.  I can come back if…”

“No!”  Mark said.  “No, that’s fine.  Uh, Amy just popped by to, uh, tell me something.”

Amy groaned and hid her face in her hands as Wallace’s grin widened. 

“Why don’t you take a break so you and Miss Amy can…talk.  I’ll watch the floor for you.”

“That’s okay.  Amy was just…”

“I was just leaving,” Amy said.  “Bye, Mark.  I’ll, uh, see you on Monday.”

Keeping her head down, she walked toward the door.  Wallace stepped aside.  “It was lovely to see you again, Miss Amy.”

Christ, he could see Amy’s cheeks glowing from across the goddamn room.

She cleared her throat.  “You as well, uh, Wallace.  Good night.”

When she was gone, Wallace said, “Take a break, Mark.  Seriously.”

“I can’t.”

“You can.  Go play with your slave for an hour or so while I watch the floor.”

When Mark opened his mouth to protest, Wallace said, “It’ll be good practice for me.  Right?  Give me a chance to show you what I can do while you’re still in the building in case I need assistance.”

Mark hesitated, his gaze slipping to the open door.  His cock was still hard and throbbing and the temptation to go after Amy was very strong.

“Go,” Wallace said.  “I’ll call you if there are any issues.”

Mark grabbed his phone and stuffed it into his pocket.  “Thanks, man.”

“Don’t mention it.  Have fun.”

 

* * *

 

Holy shit.  Had she ever been more embarrassed?  She had just been caught sucking Mark’s dick at his goddamn job.  Sure, dick sucking happened to be a common occurrence at this particular workplace, but still…

Amy hurried across the foyer on the top floor of the club.  She was absolutely humiliated but there was a very large part of her that was wishing Wallace hadn’t walked through the door.  Blowing Mark at work was apparently a huge fucking turn on for her.

So, blow him in his office on Monday.

Yeah, that was never going to happen.  The person likely to walk in on them there would be Luke.  Just the thought of that made her throw up a little in her mouth.

Lock the door, idiot.

Her footsteps slowed.  They could lock the door to his office.  The idea wasn’t a terrible one.  Mark had a couch in his office.  Maybe she could suck his dick and then he could fuck her on the couch.  Technically they were only supposed to be together Tuesdays and Thursdays, but he broke that rule on Wednesday night.  She could break the rule on Monday morning, right? 

She nodded to the woman sitting at the front desk before walking toward the front door.  God, the thought of not seeing Mark until Monday was killing her.  She would be busy on Saturday but after that, she’d spend the rest of the weekend thinking about Mark and wishing –

“Ames!”

She whirled around.  Mark was jogging toward her and she didn’t protest when he took her hand and tugged her back toward the front desk.

“Good evening, Mr. Stanford.”

“Hi, Angie.  I need a room.”

“Of course.”  She typed quickly before producing a card key.  “Room 212, Mr. Stanford.”

“Thank you.”

Still holding her hand, Mark took the card key and hurried her toward the sweeping staircase. She tugged at his hand.  “What are you doing?”

He stopped at the foot of the stairs and pulled her up against him.  He bent his head and kissed her temple before breathing into her ear, “Taking my slave upstairs so I can fuck her.”

She shuddered with pleasure, her hand gripping his as he nipped her earlobe.  They walked up the stairs and down the hall to their room.  The moment they were in the room with the door locked, Mark pushed her up against the wall and kissed her hard.

“Mark, wait!”  She moaned.  “You – you’re working.”

“I’m on a coffee break,” he said.

She giggled as he unbuttoned her shirt.  “So, we have fifteen minutes?”

“A little more time than that.”  He stripped off her shirt and unhooked her bra.  He cupped her breasts in his hands.  “God, I love your tits.  They’re incredible.”

“Thank you,” she said primly.

He grinned at her and turned her around to unzip her skirt.  He touched her back with the tips of his fingers.  “How’s your back?”

“Fine,” she said.  “It was sore yesterday and only tender today.  By tomorrow it won’t hurt at all.”

“Good.”  He kissed between her shoulder blades then pushed her skirt down her legs as she kicked off her boots.  He peeled off her tights and panties before turning her to face him again and cupping her pussy. 

“Why are we here and not downstairs?”  She asked.

“Cameras,” he said.  He tugged on her curls before rubbing the wet lips of her pussy.

“I would think you’d be used to it,” she said.  Her thighs parted, and she moaned when he rubbed her clit.

“I don’t want others watching my little slave being fucked,” he said.  He gave her a hard slap to her ass making her cry out and jerk against him before he stepped back.  “No one sees you naked except me.  Is that clear, slave?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good.”  He unknotted his tie and pulled it free.  “Turn around.”

She turned immediately and missed his satisfied smile.  “Put your arms behind your back.”

She did what he asked, pushing her wrists together in the small of her back.  He looped his tie around her upper arms and pulled tight until her back was arched.  He knotted the tie and tugged on it. 

“How’s that, little slave?”

“Tight,” she said.  “I can’t move my arms at all, Sir.”

“That’s the idea.” 

He turned her around and studied her naked body before glancing up at her face.  “You’re so beautiful, Amy.”

She blinked at him in surprise before giving him a shy smile. “Thank you, Mark.”

They stared at each other for a moment before he turned away and stripped off his jacket.  He draped it on the small loveseat in the room before unbuttoning his shirt.  She made an appreciative sound in the back of her throat when he took off his pants and briefs.

“Does my slave want to suck her Master’s cock?”

“Yes, Sir.”  She tried to drop to her knees.  Fuck, it was difficult to do without the use of her arms.  Before she could even really give it an effort, he took her arm and kept her on her feet.

“Please?”  She eyed his dick and licked her lips. 

Mark made a low groan.  “Little slave, you have no idea how much I want your lips wrapped around my cock, but this is your celebration.  I’m going to eat your sweet little pussy instead.”

“Why not do both?” She said.

For a moment it looked like he was going to push her to her knees, but he backed up a step and took her arm.  “As much as I’d love that, I’m technically working and we’re on a time limit.”

She laughed.  “Oh, well in that case – pussy eating it is.  Get to it, buster.”

Her squeal when he slapped her ass made him grin.  She pouted at him and he kissed it away before leading her to the bed. 

He pushed her back with a gentle touch until she was lying on her back.  She squirmed a little as she tried to get comfortable with her arms tied behind her back.  Her back still arched and he studied her breasts before opening her thighs and kneeling between them.  He leaned over her and pulled on her nipples.  She squeaked and arched her back even more as he bent his head and soothed the sting with his tongue.

“If we had time,” he licked between her breasts and up to her collarbone, “I would bring Wallace in and have him work his magic with the rope.  You would look so beautiful, little slave.”

She moaned. “I – I thought you didn’t want anyone else seeing me naked, Sir.”

“I could make an exception for Wallace.” 

Oh fuck.  She was way more turned on than she should have been. 

Mark touched the tip of one rock-hard nipple.  “Of course, he would want something in return.”

He rubbed his cock against the soft swell of her stomach as she stared up at him.  “What do you mean?”

He reached between her legs and cupped her pussy, rubbing gently at her clit.  “Perhaps, once Wallace was finished, when you were bound and helpless, I would allow him to taste my slave’s sweet pussy as a thank you.”

A gush of wetness covered his fingers even as her cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink.  “I – I don’t think, I mean, I don’t even know him.”

His quiet laugh made her blush even more.  She closed her eyes as lust and embarrassment fought for dominance.  It was a mistake.  Immediately, the image of Richard and Peter fucking the bound woman played like a damn porno in her head.

The image flickered, wavered and suddenly she was the bound woman and the two men were not Richard and Peter, but Mark and Wallace.  She was straddling Mark, her pussy stuffed full of his cock and his hands on her hips, while Wallace cupped her tits and pushed his cock deep into her ass.

Mark was still rubbing her clit and she moaned as the first flickers of her climax ignited in her belly.  Her pussy clenched around nothing and she made another helpless moan of need.  Mark moved his hand away and her eyes popped open.

“No! Please, Master!  Please fuck me!”

“My slave doesn’t want her pussy eaten?”

“I need you to fuck me,” she begged.  “Please.”  She couldn’t get that damn image out of her head, the idea of being impaled with two thick cocks, of being helpless to stop them from taking what they wanted from her. 

She was going to lose her goddamn mind if her Master didn’t fuck her soon.

“Please,” she begged again.

“What were you thinking about, little slave?”  Mark trailed one finger lazily around her nipple.

“Fuck me!”

“Tell me what you were thinking about and I will.”  He rubbed his cock against her stomach before pressing the head against the entrance of her pussy.  His hard hands pushed on her hips, keeping her from arching up to sheath him inside of her.  “Tell me, slave.”

“You and Wallace,” she gasped as her pussy clenched uselessly.  “Fucking me together.”

Mark’s nostrils flared, and she couldn’t stop her cry of relief when he shoved his dick into her.  He lifted her legs over his shoulders and angled deep, fucking her with hard strokes that made her bounce on the bed.  It put added pressure on her shoulders and restrained arms, but the pain only made the pleasure sweeter. 

She was so close, her pussy squeezing Mark’s dick with every downward stroke.  When he rubbed her clit with his thumb, she screamed and climaxed immediately.  He held her legs tightly as she shook through her orgasm, and fucked her even harder. 

He changed the angle of his thrusts and she screamed again when his cock brushed against her g-spot.  He made a hard grin and fucked her until she was screaming and writhing on the bed as her second orgasm engulfed her entire body.

She had no idea when or even if Mark came.  Waves of pleasure were still rolling through her and bright lights were flashing behind her eyelids and her heart was beating so fast, she thought it might explode.  She couldn’t seem to catch her breath and her entire body was twitching and jerking.

Vaguely she was aware of being turned on her side, of the pressure on her arms being relieved as he undid the tie, of Mark’s warm body pressed against her back.  “Breathe, Amy.  Take deep breaths, baby.”

She gasped in a lungful of air, pushed it out, and gasped in another.

“Good, baby.  Do it again.”

She did it again. 

Again.

Again.

Her heartbeat slowed, and she leaned back against Mark, shivering despite the warmth of his body.  He rubbed her hip and kissed her shoulder.

“You okay?”

“Never better,” she croaked.

He laughed and sat up.  He crossed to the mini-fridge, grabbed a bottle of water, and brought it back.  “Drink.”

When they’d emptied the bottle, he relaxed next to her on the bed again, stroking the soft skin between her breasts.  Without opening her eyes, she said, “Did you come?”

He laughed.  “Yes.”

“I didn’t even notice,” she said.  “I was too busy screaming and possibly having an orgasm-induced heart attack.”

He laughed again, and she opened her eyes and smiled at him.  “Thank you.  That was about a billion on the orgasm scale.”

“My pleasure, Ames.”

“Do you have to go back to work now?”

“Not just yet,” he said.  He kissed the top of her shoulder again.

“Would you really let Wallace…”

“Tie you up?”

She nodded, and he gave her a thoughtful look.  “Yes, probably.  If that was something you wanted to try.  I have no talent for Shibari and Wallace is very good at it.”

“What about – I mean, would you let him taste me?”

“No,” he said bluntly.  “I wouldn’t let him taste you or fuck you.”

“Threesomes are hard limits for you?”  She wondered if he could see the surprise on her face.

“No.  Sharing you is a hard limit for me.”

“Oh.”

“Do you want to have a threesome with Wallace?”

She considered his question before shaking her head.  “No.  The fantasy of having sex with both of you did turn me on, but that’s all it is.  A fantasy.  Actually fucking someone other than you, even if you’re there?  I’m not into it.  You’re the only one I’ll ever want.”

He stiffened next to her and gave her a guarded look.  “Amy, you know that this is only…”

“Slave training.  Yeah, I remember.”  She hated the bitterness in her voice.

“I’m sorry, I - ”

“Don’t,” she said before sitting up.  She slid off the bed before he could stop her and hurried to where her clothes were.  “You were perfectly clear what this was, and I agreed to it.  You have nothing to apologize for.  I should get going though.  You’re supposed to be working, and the roads aren’t great tonight.  I want to get home before they get worse.”

They dressed in silence.  When they were finished, she forced herself to smile at Mark.  “Thanks for taking a coffee break with me.”

He tugged on his earlobe.  “Congratulations on the casual line.  I am really proud of you.”

“Thanks.”

She wanted to kiss him.  She wanted to hug him and tell him that she loved him.  Instead, she opened the door, stopping and staring at the empty hallway when Mark called her name.

“Yeah?”

“Are we good?”  He asked.

She blinked back the hot tears, pasted a smile on her face and looked over her shoulder.  “Yeah, we’re good.  See you later.”