“I love you,” she told Jon, putting everything she felt into the words, into her eyes. The grasp of her hand, because yes, he was holding her hand, his grip so strong and sure. “And it’s your job to take care of me. I’m so glad you do. And it’s my job to take care of you, too. Especially by letting you know I do trust your love because…I’ve earned that trust. I deserve that love.”
His eyes warmed like a sunrise, and he bent down to press his lips against hers, hold there as he spoke against them. “You’re damn right you do. And you are the best thing that has ever come into my life.”
He straightened, squeezing her hand. When he stepped back, he let go slow, their fingers brushing. She saw Matt standing there quietly, and now she wanted to say something to him, too.
“Thank you, sir,” she said. “We feel the same way about all of you.”
“That we’re your greatest possessions?” Matt asked, a brow raising. She saw the gleam in his eye, but before she could say the words she was thinking, Dana said them aloud.
“Especially the possession part. You bet your ass.”
“Ring gag,” Ben and Peter declared.
“She shouldn’t be punished for saying the truth,” Rachel protested.
“What does the truth have to do with whether she should be punished or not?” Ben queried. “Now, where were we before Matt went all Hallmark crazy on us? Can we get back to some card playing here?”
And that resulted in Matt telling Ben to blow him. Despite that, Matt gave her a slow smile, a nod, before stroking Dana’s hip once more and moving away.
Jon touched her face, and she nodded to him, her heart so full she almost couldn’t speak.
Matt returned to his chair. She heard him take position, the faint vibration of the table as he pushed against it. He had a direct line of sight to her sex again, exposed by the spread of her legs, a thought that promptly shifted her mind from matters of the heart back to lustful confusion.
She felt the light clasp of Ben’s hand on her ankle, reminding her to keep her legs where they were, but her main focus was still with Jon. He’d taken a chair near her side. When she laid her arms out to either side of her again, he clasped her hand, letting her keep that connection. Then Dana lowered her head and took one of Rachel’s nipples in her mouth.
Oh, Goddess. As before, the woman was incredibly adept at this, suckling her deep, tugging on the clamp and chain, and occasionally nipping her sharply. She writhed, clung to Jon’s hand, and her hips began to move, resulting in an increase of Lucas and Ben’s grip on her legs to intensify the sensation. She cried out when Dana suddenly gentled her approach, alternating between a lovely, swirling suckling and then tiny, teasing little flicks of her tongue.
As Ben dealt a new set of cards, Peter took his place to hold onto Rachel’s leg. Her hips pressed against the mat and then lifted, as if she was being penetrated. She was bearing down on the plug in her backside, and it was somehow translating to spasms inside her sex.
When Dana squeezed her breasts, Rachel heard Peter make an animal-like noise. His sub knew what he liked. Thinking about that, Rachel lifted her own hands, capturing Dana’s small breasts in her palms, trying to keep her elbows out wide enough not to interfere with what Peter had ordered.
She began to play, as much as she was able, with her mind shattering into pieces and her body writhing with abandon. She flicked the nipples with her thumbs, enjoyed the pleasure of touching and handling the other woman. They hadn’t said she couldn’t. She tugged on the chain, played with the rubber tips of the clamp, squeezing them.
“Christ, yes,” Peter growled. “In another few minutes, they’re going to have me jacking off. They’re fucking gorgeous.”
“Yes, they are. But hold off on that just yet. I have the winning hand this round.” Matt threw down his cards, because Rachel heard a light slap. “Rachel will complete Peter’s demand, and then it will be my turn.”
“That’s two things. Isn’t that like you having two turns?” Ben asked.
“That’s why he’s the boss,” Lucas teased, his free hand trailing up and down Rachel’s inner thigh. “He can fire us if we don’t like it.”
“He’d be lost without us,” Ben retorted.
“I’d be lost without Janet. You all, I’d mildly miss,” Matt returned.
“Yeah right.” Lucas chuckled. “First time you had to put together a financial report, you’d cut your own throat.”
Rachel heard parts of the conversation, but she lost all of it as Dana started flicking her and squeezing in a manner that had her hips jerking harder.
“Time for you to come for me and my Master,” Dana muttered against her flesh. “He loves your pretty tits. Wants to see you gush, just from me playing with these gorgeous girls.”
Goddess, she couldn’t…oh…
She ached for some kind of friction on her cunt, but as she lifted and lowered, the reverberation against the table, the squeezing of her inner muscles, did the job for her. Her sex convulsed, and she went rigid, one set of fingers pressing into the flesh of Dana’s breast, the other hand clinging to Jon’s, absorbing his powerful grip as the climax seized her.
It was impossible to experience this quietly, and she laid the blame for that entirely on him, and now on the rest of the K&A men. Her screams echoed through the board room, Dana making noises of passionate approval against her flesh. Her mouth was still busy, driving Rachel into wild, bucking motions. The men held onto her, held her open. Thinking of Matt sitting back in his chair, watching her pussy spurt with response, only had her groaning through more aftershocks.
It seemed like it was much, much later when she was limp under their hands, her body covered with a light perspiration. Her hair was tousled, several strands falling into her face.
“Well done,” Jon said quietly, squeezing her hand again. “That’s my sweet, beautiful sub. Come here.”
Dana helped her lift her upper body, though the woman’s hands were shaking. Rachel could tell she was powerfully aroused herself, but Dana was better equipped to deal with a combat situation
On that humorous thought, Rachel weakly managed to reach for Jon. He slid her off the table into his lap, where he’d taken a seat in one of the roomy chairs. He cradled her there, letting her rest her head on his shoulder. “Just take a moment,” he murmured.
“Time to come to me, too, Sergeant,” Peter said.
Dana moved on all fours in his direction, her movements erratic because of her worked-up state. She came close to making a straight line toward him, though. Peter only had to step a couple feet to his left to be in front of her when she reached the edge of the table. Dana was a confident woman, but Rachel knew her lack of hesitation in this situation had to do with her trust in her Master’s care. Since her own Master’s protectiveness and care never failed to stir her, seeing it demonstrated by another only enhanced the feeling for Rachel.