Chapter Four
The cold surface of the table offered a chilled relief when Danielle lay back. She sucked in an audible breath through her nostrils, her nipples tightening even more. Her head came to rest on the center of the table. She could sense Shelly’s and Lori’s above hers, but the strip of soft material over her eyes prevented her from seeing who was where.
And therein lay the mystery. Trevor had a masterful way of spinning the known into the unknown. It wouldn’t take much to identify every player, but for now, she let the darkness surround her in anticipation.
Someone adjusted her legs so her feet rested on the edge of the table, legs spread open and waiting. Her heels and panties had been removed before she’d gotten on the table, and the air swept in to highlight her vulnerability with an invisible brush over her exposed pussy.
This was pure trust, and the very nature of it shook her calm while igniting her senses. Everything became more intense, from the low shuffle of movement in the room to the dig of her spine on the table. The air seemed to have fingers that reached out to brush over her abdomen and tease her nipples.
The constant edge of need that Trevor had stoked to life lingered on a suspended wait that had never eased.
She reached out with both hands and found the other girls. The simple connection of fingers tangling united them in a bond few could claim. She rarely mingled with them outside of these encounters, but they were easily two of her most trusted associates.
In many ways, everyone in the Boardroom carried that title.
Her breath hitched with her flinch when a pair of hands skimmed up her calves. A light touch, teasing. The women’s hands tightened around hers. Their gasps indicated they were being touched as well. Were the men synchronized? Or was each doing his own thing?
The fingers trailed down her inner thighs until they reached her pussy. Every thought became focused on the tingling line that danced over her skin in its wake. Her legs twitched, the muscles contracting against the torturous tease. The coarse texture of the finger pads hinted at a hobby or profession that built up calluses. Drake then, not Trevor.
Drake tended to have a harsher touch, and Danielle opened herself to the experience. The added roughness provided an intensity she loved. The adventure had truly begun, and to question it only sucked the possibilities away. Trevor had taught her that, back when their lives had been about little more than elitist New York parties and frivolous games created to entertain bored kids.
Drake ran his fingers up the crease of her leg, skimming around her most sensitive parts in another tease. Her pussy clenched in a desperate request to be touched and filled, but he didn’t give in.
Lori liked to almost purr her appreciation in a low rumble that vibrated in her throat before releasing in low gasps. But this rough growl clearly stated her frustration. Danielle smiled and squeezed her hand in agreement.
A pop of a knee bending, the insistent push on her legs to open her more, the harsh inhalation from Shelly were all signals that Danielle processed with every defined beat of her heart.
She rolled her head and bit her lip as hope spread.
The first wet lick through her pussy had her crying out. “Yes.” God, yes. Her back bowed with the hit of pleasure that resonated through her core before she rocked her hips up to get more. Thankfully, Drake didn’t disappoint. He flicked his tongue over her clit before easing it down in a stroke so gentle she wanted to scream for more. Where was the roughness? The hard demand she craved tonight?
She rolled her hips, thoughts narrowing to the uniquely distinct sensation of having a mouth lavish her pussy. The wet, flowing pressure that was at once too extreme and not enough. The hot breaths mixed with the harsh scrape of beard stubble on her inner thighs that had her both waiting for the next bite and praying it’d never come.
He spread her open, rimmed her inner lips before blowing a long stream of air into her. The effect was confusing. Somehow, the light whisper of pleasure flicked at her lust and made her ache even more. The emptiness clawed through her desire and shoved every other need to the background.
She squirmed to get closer, an agitated moan tumbling out. Her hips rolled with the need driving her slowly insane the longer Drake teased her. He focused his attention between her oversensitive clit and the rim of her vagina, never penetrating her nor rubbing hard or fast enough to let her come.
Shelly squeezed her hand before letting go, and Danielle used the freedom to cup her own breast. At least the sense of neglect abandoned that one area. She pinched her nipple and hummed at the sharp pleasure.
Around her, the soft slurps and suckles of the shared experience flooded her with a sense of intimate belonging. She released Lori’s hand and used both of her own to tweak her nipples. She tried to relax and float in the extended play until impatience clawed at her restraint. Drake had teased her until she hummed with warmth and a need that pressed on her for release.
Desperate, she slid her hands over her abdomen to run her fingers through Drake’s thick hair. The ends tickled the space between her fingers as she urged him closer.
He shook his head, chuckled before nipping her inner thigh. Her hiss blended with the moans and whimpers coming from Lori and Shelly. The room was filled with the erotic orchestra of sex and indulgence, and she let it lift her into the decadence.
Trevor was somewhere in the room—to her right, playing with Shelly. Yeah, she knew that with an instinct that buzzed over her awareness, despite being blindfolded. Maybe she was wrong, but she doubted it.
This was just foreplay, and she loved every second of it. But the main attraction was still coming.
Trevor always came in her—here. In the Boardroom. It was the one and only place she could ever have all of him, even if it was only for a moment.