Chapter Twelve

 

 

The private rear entrance to Sanctuary loomed directly ahead, and Gabby grew nervous about facing her first day of work. She hadn’t seen Thomas or David since the night they’d come for dinner, and she was anxious for them both. She’d received countless emails and instant messages as both men checked up on her periodically, but they’d wanted to leave her alone long enough for her to focus on wrapping up her prior obligations so she could start work at Sanctuary free and clear.

Butterflies took flight in her stomach as she pulled her car into a parking spot next to Thomas’s Jag. After dinner, the three of them had snuggled up on her couch and watched movies for most of the night. They had surprised and impressed her all in one night. She’d been expecting them both to want more from her sexually and instead, they’d spent hours just talking as they got to know each other. She’d discovered that they had many interests in common as well as a few she shared individually with each man.

Curled between them on her couch, she’d found an amazing sense of comfort and calm that she’d craved as long as she could remember. They’d set her so at ease it hadn’t taken her long to drift off to sleep. Late in the night, Thomas had woken her long enough to carry her upstairs to her room where they’d gently removed her clothing and tucked her into bed. Not once had anyone taken care of her like that.

She loved the feel of their hands on her even when it wasn’t sexual. It still carried a possessive touch that made her feel wanted like never before. What would it be like to go to bed every night tucked in between them? A flash of warmth heated her blood. Selfish thoughts like that would get her nowhere. Not that a girl couldn’t dream.

Once her vehicle had been secured, she took the few strides to the door and rang the buzzer as instructed. Gabby licked her lips and checked to make sure her blouse and skirt were straight. Despite her relationship with Thomas, she had no intention of letting down her professional guard while working for him in a business capacity. Every job was as important as the last. She took immense pride in her work.

The door opened, and a lovely, petite woman with a beautiful smile greeted her warmly. “Gabrielle?”

She nodded.

“Please come in. I’ve been expecting you. I’m Deidre, the office manager for Sanctuary. You’re the accounting consultant, right?”

“Yes, that’s correct.”

“Wonderful, Thomas has been anxious for your arrival so you can get started. Let me show you around our business office real quick. We can save the rest for later. Have you ever been here before?”

Gabby blushed furiously at the question. How could she maintain her professionalism if she admitted to being a guest here? What would the woman think?

“Yes, once for a brief visit.” She wasn’t about to lie and have the truth come out later so she opted to stick to as little information as possible.

“Great, so you’re familiar with the kind of clientele we entertain here. That’s a relief.”

Gabby looked at her curiously. “Not entirely. I was only here as a guest for a brief demonstration and then left afterward.”

“No problem. With full access to our accounting records, you’ll become quite familiar with our clientele, and I’m positive Thomas would not have hired you if he doubted your discretion or acceptance.”

Deidre’s vague response left Gabby more intrigued than ever. Activities at Sanctuary were kept very private, and Angel had only described one of the BDSM groups that held functions here.

The woman ushered her into a suite of offices with an organized desk and reception area out front. “This is my desk and each of those offices holds accounting, security and, of course, Thomas’ office there.” Deidre pointed to a closed door to the right of her desk. “He’s in a meeting at the moment and asked if I could get you settled in until he finished.”

“Oh, okay.” Of course, Thomas had to be a busy man, but she couldn’t help a knot of disappointment from forming anyway. At this point, two days of not seeing Thomas or David had become an eternity. After the big build up of showing up for the job, her nerves were a little frayed.

Deidre led Gabby through the office door marked Accounting. Two desks sat on opposite walls. One of them was a complete nightmare covered in papers at least a couple of feet high, along with discarded food trash.

Deidre frowned. “Our current accountant is a slob. He’s been putting in long hours trying to get caught up and won’t allow the cleaning staff to touch a thing.”

Gabby nodded and turned her attention to the other desk. It looked brand new, and except for the basic supplies like lamp, calculator and a stapler, it stood naked in comparison.

Naked.

She wanted to be naked right now. Preferably on her knees in front of either David or Thomas or both. Her sex squeezed. This whole sex obsession thing was going to drive her mad.

Gabby jerked when a soft, chilled hand touched her arm.

“Gabrielle, are you okay?”

“What? Oh yes, yes, I’m fine. And please call me Gabby. I prefer it.” She refocused her attention on the assistant and the job at hand. Thomas was counting on her to complete this job quickly and efficiently. In fact, every time they’d discussed it, she’d sensed a great sense of urgency. She wanted to discuss that with him today once she’d had a chance to get a lay of the land so to speak. See what she was up against.

“Okay, Gabby it is. Where would you like to get started? I’m here to help you in any way that I can.” Deidre moved over to the file cabinet. “Most of the historical stuff should be found in here, but I’m afraid most of the current paper records will be in that mess over there.” She motioned to the cluttered desk that hurt Gabby’s sensibilities and sense of organization just to look at.

“How about access to the electronic records? These days, I’d expect to find most of the current data there.” Deidre gave her a blank look and walked quickly from the room.

Gabby took a seat and started pulling things from her briefcase. First things first, she had to be organized. Before she got even a notepad removed, Deidre returned with a Macbook in hand along with its power cord. She silently plugged it in and booted it up, setting it on the desk in front of Gabby.

“This computer is already set up on the company network, and Thomas made sure it included all of the access you’ll need. He kept it under lock and key until this morning to ensure it remained clean.”

Gabby watched and listened closely. This process—this caution being taken—seemed to indicate there was more to the story than Thomas had explained. Did he suspect foul play with his accounting books? She glanced at the messy desk.

“Why is he not here this morning?” Gabby tipped her head toward the empty chair.

“He works a second shift schedule and will be here after lunch. He and his wife used to work different shifts to save on daycare, but now, that he’s divorced I assume he just keeps the schedule because it’s what he’s used to. That and he usually plays here at Sanctuary late into the night.”

Gabby raised her eyebrows at the tone in Deidre’s voice. She got the distinct impression that the office manager did not like the accountant at all. A low burn of anger began to simmer. She and Thomas were going to have a talk about this. His letting her walk into a hornet’s nest unaware was unacceptable. Submission to him in her personal life was one thing. Not taking her seriously as a consultant…

“So anyway, you’ll find all of the current accounting records on the hard drive in the folders labeled by year. If you don’t have any questions, I’ll just get back to work and let you get settled in. If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to ask. I’m here to assist you in any manner that I can.”

“Thank you, I’ll let you know if I think of anything.”

Deidre nodded and strode from the room, closing the door behind her.

Gabby let out the breath she hadn’t even realized she’d been holding and got to work. She removed her notepad, pencils and her beloved and well-worn calculator she never worked without from her bag. Happy to have a private space to work in, she removed the jacket she’d worn over a sheer blouse and kicked off her shoes. She’d grown accustomed to working at home so much lately that being in an office and wearing a suit seemed foreign to her. She’d have to ask Thomas how he felt about casual clothes. Gabby smiled. Knowing him, he’d likely have her working in the nude if she wasn’t careful.

Once she was comfortable, her fingers hit the touchpad of the computer a few times until she located the folders she sought. She grabbed a pencil and began taking notes as she worked her way through every subfolder. Before long, she quickly forgot everything around her as she went into sleuth mode. If there was even the slightest anomaly, she’d find it.

* * * *

Sexy strands of golden hair curled around Gabrielle’s face as she worked, giving her an alluring aura that pulled at Thomas. From his vantage point, he could just make out the sweet dark nipples poking at the sheer fabric of her blouse, enticing him to touch and nibble. He’d instructed her to wear no undergarments while at Sanctuary. So far so good. Not that he’d expected anything less.

Thomas had heard her arrive and regretted being unable to greet her. He had ached to see her this morning and pretty much every waking hour since he’d seen her last. Watching her now, he wanted to command her to spread her sweet thighs for him. He already knew what paradise awaited him. That worried him.

Instead, he’d forced himself to make a sales call that he knew would take hours, anything to take his mind from the woman who had him by the balls—something no other woman had accomplished.

But no amount of time away from her seemed to make a difference. In fact, the situation had worsened. He had half a mind to grab her, push her face first onto the desk and plow into the tight heat that beckoned. Images of her soft body pliant underneath him threatened his sanity. The urge to take, claim and simply rut like an animal rode him with every second he’d been away from her. He’d finally come to the conclusion that there was no reason to deny himself another second.

She belonged to him. At least for now.

Ten minutes had passed since he’d stopped in her doorway, and she’d neither noticed nor moved other than to scribble something on the notebook beside her. Whatever she’d found on the computer screen enthralled her completely. While he was curious to see what she’d been up to so far today, his needs were priority. Time to find out what she’d worn underneath that skirt.

“Hello, beautiful.”

She jumped when he spoke, scrambling to pull herself together. Her pencil fell to the floor, and she dropped from the chair to retrieve it. When she bent over her skirt rode up, practically revealing her ass. Thomas took advantage of the situation and moved quickly behind her. He slid his hands up her legs and over her bare, smooth bottom. Gabrielle froze at his touch; her breath hitched while his fingers wound their way to the lips of her now exposed pussy.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered.

She panted, a cross between a sigh and moan, but she did as he asked and moved her knees, willingly giving him total access to her body.

“Such a good girl.” His fingers traced along the soft folds before spreading her wide. “A nice pretty pink pussy that’s getting wetter by the second. God, I’ve missed touching you.” With this free hand, he speared her cunt with two fingers, closing his eyes as her heat surrounded him.

“Oh.” Her moan incited him to push deeper. He rubbed gently against the tender walls inside, back and forth until her hips moved in tandem with his hand. To his delight, her moans grew loud with little thought to her surroundings.

“Oh Sir, I’ve missed you so much.” The words were drawn and harsh as she moved her hips, encouraging him to finger fuck her nice and deep.

“And I’ve missed you, my beauty. So much so that my dick aches for you every minute.” He needed to share his need with her. Her sweet words to him, the ones of desire and longing had not gone unheard, and she deserved to know that. Gabrielle’s juices flowed around his fingers now as she pushed harder against him. He understood that urgent need to fuck all too well, which was all the more reason to draw this out. He smacked his hand hard against the creamy white expanse of her bottom, the resulting quiver rippling over his hand.

“You haven’t forgotten that you can’t come without permission, have you?”

Gabrielle whimpered. “No, Sir.”

“Good, then later when you’ve proven how much you need it, we’ll see about allowing for that.” His fingers slid from her then, and he brought them to his mouth to taste. Amidst her whimpers of protest, her sweet and tart taste exploded across his senses.

“Aw, don’t fret, sweetheart. We aren’t finished.” He gripped her waist and helped her to her feet. “But I don’t quite think you’re ready to put on a show here, and since your new coworker will be here any minute, I think we should take this somewhere a little more private, wouldn’t you agree.”

“Yes, Sir.” Her voice quivered in response.

Thomas smoothed down her skirt, giving her clit a little pinch as he did and watched her mouth form a little O in surprise. “Oh baby, you have no idea what I have in store for you. I intend to take advantage of you at every opportunity I can until we’re both worn out from it.” He watched the red color of her blush creep up her face as she sucked in her lower lip. That shy, beautiful look made anything and everything about her worthwhile. It would be the look that got him through his days after he was forced to say goodbye to her. Which fortunately was not today.

With a few quick keystrokes, Thomas saved the data on Gabrielle’s computer and powered it down. He paused while Gabby scooped up her notebook and dumped it in her purse, leaving her desk clear of her work. His thick fingers intertwined with her slim, dainty ones as he led her toward his office. Luckily, Deidre hadn’t yet returned from lunch so they made it into his office without being seen. Not that he cared, but he didn’t want that worry to interfere with Gabrielle’s ability to enjoy her service this afternoon.

“Have you had lunch yet?”

“No, Sir, I’ve been wrapped up in going over the accounting figures for this year so far.”

“Lucky for you, I ordered something to be brought to my private terrace.” He pushed aside the heavy curtains in his office and revealed the French doors that lead out to his private patio. He pushed open the doors and ushered her outside.

“Wow, this is gorgeous. Good thing, I don’t have something like this in my office or I’d never get anything done.”

He laughed. “You have your personal oasis at home, I’ve seen it remember.”

She turned and smiled, her eyes sparkling. “Yes, I remember well.”

“But you might be right, because I don’t think you have this.” He led her into the covered alcove tucked around the corner and waved at the sumptuous bed before them.

“Oh. My. God. You have a bed out here.” She leapt onto it landing on her bottom with a laugh. “This is positively decadent.”

“Not as decadent as you lying there on top of it, teasing me with flashes of pussy and nipples.” Automatically, her arms went to cross her breasts, and he grabbed her hands to stop her. “No, you never cover yourself from me. Do it again, and I’ll paddle you.”

With a look of barely controlled challenge, Gabrielle loosened her limbs and let them fall to her sides. Thomas leaned into her, pushing her back into a lying position where he quickly pinned her arms above her head. Without a word, he grabbed the cuff that was attached to the middle of the headboard, wrapped it around her wrists and quickly buckled it together before she could utter a protest.

When he glanced at her face, he was surprised to find her smiling shyly at him. “You’re not afraid of being bound?”

“Nervous? Yes. Afraid? No.”

“You don’t have to be nervous. You’re always safe with me. You only need to do as you’re told and feel. Experience the pleasure without focusing on anything else. I intend to take good care of you this afternoon.”

She nodded and sucked on that damn bottom lip again. Sitting next to her, he undid the buttons of her blouse one at a time, revealing more of her porcelain skin an inch at a time. With her top spread wide, her breasts beckoned to him with their dark nipples that had hardened to extended little points just begging to be touched.

Mine.

The incessant nagging in his head wasn’t about to leave him alone until he claimed her. This close to giving in, an instinct inside him yelled at Thomas to back off. To not get emotional about this woman. For a second, the war going on inside him made him feel as if he’d lost his mind. Either way he went, things were bound to get messy. He’d have to save that issue for later. Right now, he had a woman bound to his bed, watching him with equal parts lust and hesitation. The second part he was damned determined to get rid of.

“Relax, my beauty. I’ve got you.”

Leaning forward, Thomas captured an erect nipple between his teeth. Gabrielle gasped and arched underneath, a silent plea to continue. His girl was very eager for his touch, and he fucking loved it. He released her nipple and laved it generously with his tongue, soothing the erotic pain with pleasure. Her legs and hips twisted and bucked as he moved to the opposite breast to repeat the procedure.

“Lay still, Gabrielle, or I’ll bind your legs as well.”

She immediately stilled next to him, but the image of her legs spread wide and tied to the corners of the bed made his dick twitch. He loved nothing more than to see a willing submissive bound open in front of him, begging for more.

“Does that excite you? Being helpless in front me?”

“Yes!” she answered breathlessly.

His brow furrowed. With a quick pinch to an already sensitive nipple, he reminded her of her lapse.

“I mean, yes, Sir!”

“Better. I’ll definitely keep that in mind.” Thomas roamed his hands from her soft breasts to the edge of her skirt. For now, he had something else in mind. He abruptly stood from the bed and pulled on her skirt. He took his time, sliding the silk fabric down her smooth legs. When he glanced at her face, the pure unspoken lust shining there pulled at him to hurry.

With her clothes removed, he pressed her thighs apart and stroked the inside of her leg from her ankle to the sprinkling of hair that covered her sweet pussy. As pretty as her sex was now, tonight, he’d see that the hair was removed so when he fucked her it would be skin to skin without a single barrier to impede any of the exquisite sensations he planned to torture her with. A smile quirked at his lips as he moved his hands from her body to his pants, eager to remove his own confining clothes.

 

Gabby swallowed hard when Thomas peeled his shirt over his head. The dark hair spattered across his muscles beckoned to her. If she wasn’t bound, she’d be pleading to touch him. To feel the sleek muscles of his chest and arms flex underneath her fingers. God, he drove her crazy just looking at his male perfection. His abs were flat and hard with a thin trail of curly hair that led into the waistband of his pants. Tanned muscular fingers deftly undid the button and zipper to whisk the fabric from his hips, leaving him naked with his gorgeous cock protruding from more of that soft dark hair she longed to touch.

Uncontrollable need rode up her body with a sudden desire to taste him, to wrap her lips around that hard steel and swallow as much of him as she could. On a bold move, she decided to ask.

“May I please suck your cock, Sir?”

Thomas’s head jerked at her question, as did his erection. The look of surprise in his eyes secretly pleased her, but she schooled her face not to show it.

His right hand wrapped around the base of his cock and stroked up and down a few times until a pearly bead of pre-cum glistened from the small slit at the tip. “You want a taste of this, sweetheart?”

She nodded frantically. “Oh yes, Sir. More than anything.”

He had no idea how her body ached and her pussy wept for him. Two days wasn’t a long time, but to her, it had been an eternity that shifted something inside her. She’d never ached for something or someone so bad. At this point, begging wasn’t out of the question. Whatever it took to connect them.

“Then that is what you shall have.” He moved to the head of the bed and settled his body across her chest, one knee on each side of her shoulders until his dick hovered a mere few inches from her eager mouth. “Open wider.”

Gabby did as asked and spread her lips as far as she could as he nudged the tip against them. Her tongue peeked out and swiped around the crown, gathering the moisture in a rather greedy and bold move. She groaned at the salty taste. There was something so wild and inherently male about him.

With only a few inches worked inside, he halted, giving her a chance to close around him and suck. “Damn woman.”

His hips bucked against her, and he inched inside a little bit more. His cock pushed farther inside until he slowly pulled it back out to the tip. As she dragged her tongue across the crown, he hissed and plunged deep. His movements continued like that until he fucked her mouth in a nice and steady rhythm. Her eyes slid closed as she focused on pleasuring him and not the arousal flooding her pussy as she got more and more excited from each moan and groan he gave her when her tongue swiped against the sensitive underside.

Rough fingers caressed her cheek, and in the midst of all that lust and heat her heart cracked, letting Thomas in closer than she thought possible. His touch electrified her, spurring her to suckle harder. She was so wrapped up in pleasing Thomas that when a pair of hands touched her thighs, it took her several seconds to realize it wasn’t Thomas.

Shocked, Gabby eyes flew open, and she tried to pull away from the cock filling her. Thomas must have sensed her unease, and to prevent her withdrawal, his hand tightened on the back of her neck and forced her to remain in place.

“Easy, Gabrielle,” he answered softly. “Do you trust me?”

His movements had stilled, and she looked at him questioningly. It was hard for her to think when her heart beat painfully against her chest, and lust still sizzled through her veins. She didn’t know who was touching her behind Thomas, but her pussy ached to be filled. Gabby fought with her head and her incessant need to know every move being made. Thomas expected her trust, and she couldn’t bear the thought of disappointing him.

She moaned around him, letting the vibration ripple against his skin.

Thomas gasped. “You little witch. Guess I’ll take that as an indication you don’t want to stop.”

Gabby shook her head slightly and let loose with her tongue again, stroking as much of his length she could manage. She had to trust him. They were in Thomas’ private space where he had complete and total control. The time to take a chance was now or never.

When Thomas started moving again so did the hands on her thighs. They crept up her legs until they tickled the hair of her pussy. Wet hair she imagined. When those sneaky fingers curled into the hair and tugged, Gabby gasped at the intensity of it. For a fleeting moment, she thought of David and wondered if it could be him between her legs. Yes, it had to be. She focused on that thought and relaxed.

Until a warm tongue stroked fleetingly over her clit… Gabby bucked at the shot of lust that rushed between her thighs. Fiery flames licked over her skin, need and hunger overwhelming her with sensations. Her brain was unable to keep up with the task of sucking Thomas while someone ate her pussy. God, it had to be David. Only he and Thomas knew where her weaknesses lay and were guaranteed to push every button she had.

More pre-cum pulsed over her tongue as Thomas’s movements quickened. His strokes were now short, fast thrusts giving her barely enough time to graze her teeth over the tip before he plunged again. When she cast a glance at Thomas, the need staring back at her pinned in place. The unspoken demand for her to continue settled in the taut lines of his face.

Two fingers breached her aching sex and pushed their way inside of her, stretching and filling her with one swift stroke. His tongue pushed and swiped against her tight bundle of nerves clit relentlessly. Sweat broke out across her skin as she fought against the pressure building inside her. She couldn’t withstand much more.

As if reading her mind, Thomas warned her. “No coming. Not until he says so. Do you understand?”

Gabby stared back at him, an unwavering devotion welling inside her. Thomas understood the side of her that often frightened her, and he had no trouble making her face it at his command. Tears of relief burned at the back of her eyes.

She could do this; she was sure of it. Unable to answer or move her head she simply opened wider and took more of him inside her as he plundered her mouth completely.

“Oh fuck yes,” Thomas groaned and thrust, tightening his fingers in her hair until the edge of erotic pain sent her once again racing to the edge. Forcing her focus on him, she thrashed her tongue across every ridge on the underside of his cock. His shaft pulsed and swelled in response.

Desperation blasted through her. She had to make him come before she lost control and broke the rules. Painful pleasure stretched through her as images of Thomas and David taunted her need. Thomas had to come. Now. Gabby scraped her teeth along his thick length. A long guttural groan sounded seconds before jets of semen blasted into her mouth, where she swallowed every drop.

Thomas eased his spent cock from her and fell forward catching himself on his hands. David had slowed his movements, allowing her to concentrate, and now with Thomas’s flat brown nipples hovering above her, she reached up and bit him.

“Ow, you are a little witch today.”

She didn’t get a chance to respond before teeth grabbed onto her clit and a sharp stab of pain shot through her giving way to intensified pleasure all the way to her toes. A third finger slipped inside her nice and slow, more sensation than she could bear streaked across her body. Once again, her release began to build, and she struggled to move away from the mouth latched onto her pussy, determined to obey and fight her orgasm.

The edge was too close. “I…I can’t stop it. Please…please, Sir, may I come?” she begged breathlessly.

“Yes, my beauty, you may.” It was David who answered, giving her the permission she desperately sought. Tension spiraled through her torso as his fingers fucked in and out of her, creating a soft sucking sound.

Fingers grasped her nipples as Thomas returned to her side. “Come on, baby. Come for us. Let go and trust us to catch you.”

She did trust them—she did. One final swipe across her clit and she lost it. Her hips bucked, splintering the tension and pleasure holding her taut. Fiery explosions went off in her body, and Thomas grasped her head.

“Look at me, Gabrielle. See me while you fill David’s mouth with your sweet cum.”

Her eyes fluttered open as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

“You belong to us. Do you agree?”

The intensity of his gaze overwhelmed her as she rode out the orgasm.

“Yes!”

David lashed across her clit with teeth and tongue until she whimpered at the sensitivity. Finally, he released her, sliding up her body as Thomas moved to give him room. In a split second, David sheathed his erection with a condom and hooked his arms under her knees, angling her hips upward for the perfect entry. With no hesitation, he plunged into her, filling and stretching her with every sweet inch of his erection.

Gabby pulled on her bindings, unaccustomed to not being free to grab and touch when she wanted. The two men together had unleashed something feral inside of her, and she bucked and fought like a wild animal. “Yes. Yes! Fuck me, David, please. Fuck me hard!”

His lips peeled back from his teeth, giving him a look that probably mirrored her own. His hips pistoned faster, thrusting his dick in and out of her. Rough. Intense.

“You’re so goddamned tight and hot. Fuck!” David’s head dipped and latched onto a nipple where he bit and tugged adding sweet pain to the ecstasy building between them.

“Yes. Yes,” she screamed as she fucked him back. Pleasure engulfed her as her pussy squeezed around him, convulsing in a second even bigger release than the first. When she thought she would splinter in two, David moaned and came, filling her with more pleasure than any one woman had a right to.

Long minutes later, David released her legs and slid from her body just as Thomas approached her cuffed hands. Gabby watched David ease around to her side as Thomas made quick work of releasing her before settling against her opposite hip. Her arms ached from her struggles and each man took the time to massage her sore limbs and kiss the abraded skin at her wrists. She’d not even noticed how abused her skin had gotten during her struggles.

Gabby pressed her face to David’s chest and slowly came back down to the here and now. Her entire body throbbed from the attention and pleasure they had given her. She wanted nothing more than sleep.

“You look drowsy. Guess you won’t be up to any more accounting work today.”

A few cylinders in Gabby’s mind fired at Thomas’s words. “Sure, if you just give me some more time to recover. Maybe even a nap?” That sounded like pure heaven at the moment.

“Take all the time you need. I won’t be a slave driver…today.”

Gabby smiled and relaxed into the surrounding heat of her two men. She’d happily submitted to them both, and they’d loved her well. What more could a girl ask for?