11. Work Weekend
Madison
I take a really long shower when we all finally get out of bed. I run soap over every inch of my body. Every inch they touched and caressed. My insides warm as I think about their hands on me, in me. I can’t help but feel like a very lucky girl.
Even if I’m a little sore, my body is getting used to being fucked all the time. That’s not a bad thing in my book. I finish cleaning myself and dress in a sundress with white panties and bra. When I enter the living area, the smells from the kitchen are divine. Cinnamon and fresh bread.
“Something smells good.” I put my hands on the island and focus on the pan in Seth’s hands. My stomach growls.
“Cinnamon rolls.” He sets it on the counter and opens some cream cheese frosting to spread over them.
“I guess I’ve already had my workout for the day,” I say. When he gives me a smirk, I grin. “I could use some carbs.”
After he finishes icing them, he cuts one out of the center of the pan and puts it on the plate, setting it in front of me.
“The best for our girl.”
My cheeks get warm.
“Sit. I’ll get you some milk to go with it.” Seth grabs a glass and walks to the refrigerator.
I like him pampering me. I haven’t had anyone look out for me in a long time. Once I left home, it was just me. I haven’t talked to anyone from home in a while. I should call my mother today.
“Here you go.” He sets the milk in front of me and then gets his own cinnamon roll. When he has his plate and drink, he takes the chair next to me.
“I was serious about the jealousy bit yesterday.” Seth glances at me. “I know it can tear people apart inside. I don’t want that to happen to you.”
Thinking, I trail my fork through the icing and lick it off the tines. I take a breath and cut into the still-warm cinnamon roll.
“I’ve never really been in a relationship or had anyone to get jealous over before.” I purse my lips, trying to think of a time I might have liked someone who wasn’t available. “In college, I focused on graduating as quickly as possible to not get too far into debt. In high school, I worked on getting into college. Guys were just something that might or might not happen along the way.”
I shrug. It was what it was. I didn’t have boyfriends. I had a few hookups, but nothing that stuck. More something I was curious about.
Tingles rush through me when Seth tucks my hair behind my ear. When I lift my gaze to his, his thumb traces my lower lip. My body lights a fire waiting to see if it needs to burst into flames for him or just stay on low for later.
“You keep surprising me.” He turns back to his cinnamon roll and takes a bite. “Open and honest communication is essential for this to work. If you feel off about something, talk to us. Any of us. We’re here to help you grow.”
It’s not a proclamation of undying love, but it’s nice. They want me here. They care about me. I’m not alone in this anymore. I take a bite of cinnamon roll and moan at the soft gooeyness that fills my mouth.
“Oh my god, this is so good.” I look at Seth in shock.
He gives me a smirk. “One thing Mom insisted was that I learn to cook. These are her famous cinnamon rolls.”
“Thank her for me next time you talk to her.”
His smirk falls, and he gives me a look that makes me think I overstepped.
“My mom passed away years ago, Madison. But she would have liked you a lot.” His lips curve into a sad facsimile of a smile.
My heart aches, and I don’t know what to do. I haven’t lost anyone like that. I put my hand over his and squeeze it. With no hesitation, he flips his hand over and holds mine. Warmth settles through me as we both eat, connected.
* * *
After finishing two glorious cinnamon rolls, Seth heads downstairs to work on a project I can’t help with, so I make my way into the library with my Kindle.
I test the chairs until I find the perfect spot. Gnawing on my lip, I scroll through my to-be-read books. I added a few stories that play to my guys’ kinks, but I also found a whole category of reverse harem books. One woman to as many men as an author could pack into the book, apparently.
I settle on a dom/sub book. I pluck my lip as I read. It’s one about a girl learning she likes to be submissive and the dom who teaches her. I keep envisioning Blake as the dom. Giving orders, punishing her, punishing me. This scene, he’s letting someone else use her while he watches.
“Madison!” Blake’s voice startles me.
I drop my Kindle on my lap and take my fingers off my lip. He smirks at me.
“I said your name at least three times.”
His eyes fall on the Kindle, which thankfully went black when it dropped. Because that page had a whole lot of sex on it. It feels like I should be working, not reading. Reading still feels decadent to me.
“Sorry, I was reading.” I straighten. “Do you need me?”
“We could use someone to pull some files.” He arches his eyebrow.
I take a deep breath and shake off the arousal from reading the book. Work. I can work. “Sure. Do I need to change?”
Standing, I hold my hands out to the side. I’m still wearing my sundress.
“What you’re wearing is fine. Might want some shoes, though.”
Giving him an embarrassed smile, I look down at my bare feet, then hurry to my room to grab some sandals.
When I get back to him, he takes my hand and leads me to the elevator. I follow him in. “We’re looking through clients right now and need some of the work files that haven’t been scanned into the system. They’re from a few years ago.”
The elevator stops, and I follow Blake into Seth’s office.
Seth raises his eyes to me. “Sorry to call you in.”
“No problem. I’m always happy to help.” I straighten and smile. “Do you have a list and where are the files?”
“The files are on the main floor. Usually people don’t work on the weekend, so it should be empty. Room 400. Here’s the list.” Seth hands it to me.
When I turn to head to the elevator, Blake steps next to me like he’s going to go down with me.
“Blake, I need you to pull up the schematics on the Andersen project.”
Blake’s fingers flex against my back, and he looks down at me.
“I’ll be fine.” They really haven’t let me out of their sights since the incident. “I’m sure no one is in the office. The building is secure, right?”
Blake nods, and I give a small smile to him and then Seth before heading to the elevator.
For a moment, I consider going upstairs to find my phone before heading down. This dress doesn’t have pockets, so I have nowhere to keep it. Why waste the time? I’d probably put it down somewhere and forget it, anyway. If I need one of them, there are computers everywhere and phones on the desks.
The elevator ride is a little longer than between the office and apartment. I step out onto the vacant floor. It’s weirdly quiet with no one here. The lights are on, so I assume one of the guys has been down here already. The paper in my hand crinkles as I walk down the carpeted hall. A slight buzz from the lights is the only other sound as I make my way around the outside hallway until I find room 400.
I slide my access card in the slot, and it flashes green. Grinning, I push open the door. I still get a little rush at being able to access rooms.
The room is huge, with rows of filing cabinets. Letting the door close behind me, I get to work. I almost wish I’d changed and grabbed my phone. Being in here alone is too quiet. Some music would be nice.
The filing cabinets emit a metallic sliding noise every time I open the drawers. The monotony of the task lulls me as I move from cabinet to cabinet to find the proper file for the client they want. I hear a door slam and I jump.
Setting the files on top of the filing cabinet, I hold my breath, waiting for some other noise. My heart pounds so loud I almost miss the footsteps. I glance around for something to defend myself with, but there’s nothing in here.
“Hello?” My voice wavers as I call out. I back up against the filing cabinet nearest me and stare in the direction of the footsteps. Should I have stayed quiet rather than letting whoever is here know where I am?
“Where are you, sweetheart?”
Coop’s voice makes me inhale as relief pours through my body.
“I’m over here.” I laugh a little at myself. Getting worked up over nothing.
Coop rounds the corner and grins as he spots me. “I came to give you more files to pull and get what you have already. I tried calling.”
“I don’t really have pockets.” I hold my arms out to the side and his gaze rakes over my sundress.
His blue eyes are heated when they meet mine. “If we didn’t have work to get done, I could think of a few games I might like to play with you down here.”
He closes in on me, and I rest my hands on his chest as I look up at him. His hair is caught back in a bun. I love running my fingers through the silky length when it’s down.
“Hide-and-seek. Or maybe a darker fantasy.” He sets the list behind me on the filing cabinet and cradles the back of my head in his hands, weaving his fingers through my hair.
My initial fear changes to lust as he kisses my forehead. “What kind of dark fantasy?”
That was on Coop’s list. He wants to role-play with me, including consensual nonconsent. I put it as a soft limit, meaning I’d be willing to try, but we have to talk about it beforehand.
I like the idea, but with the assault still so recent, I worry it will trigger me.
Coop’s eyes darken. He leans down, so his lips brush my ear with his words. “I could cut the lights in here and everything would be dark. So dark you couldn’t see in front of your face.”
My breath catches at the thought. A hint of fear rushes through my heart.
“You’d have to find an escape while I hunt you.”
I bite my lip, not hating that thought.
“Maybe I wouldn’t be alone in my chase.” He licks the shell of my ear and I shiver. He presses his body against mine. “Whoever captures you can fuck you where they find you, whether you want it or not.”
Fuck, that shouldn’t arouse me, but it does. I rub my thighs together.
“Do you like the sound of that, sweetheart?” He drags his cheek back against mine until our lips brush.
I arch into him and seek his mouth, but he holds himself just out of reach.
“Do you want to be caught and fucked like a naughty girl?” He tips my head back. His eyes meet mine before he captures my lips. He rocks his hips into me, and I whimper at the rush of desire spreading through me.
He breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against mine. My heart is going a hundred miles a minute. I ache for him.
“Answer the question, sweetheart.” Coop drags his hands from the nape of my neck down my spine, leaving sparks in his wake, until he cups my ass and thrusts my hips into his. “Do you want to be a bad girl instead of a good girl?”
“Coop,” I breathe out his name. Wanting everything he can give me.
He smiles. “Did my little fantasy get you hot?”
Nodding, I squirm against him, still caught between him and the cold metal filing cabinet.
“Do you want me to help you come?” Coop lifts his head from mine as he looks down at me. His fingers massage my ass. “Say please like a good girl, then.”
“Please, Coop,” I whisper.
“I do love skirts.” Coop turns me around and presses me against the cabinets. The cold metal against my cheek does little to cool the heat welling inside me. His hands slip under my skirt and drag my panties down to my knees.
“Keep them there. Don’t let them fall or I’ll stop playing with you,” he whispers into my hair.
I spread my legs to keep the panties where they are. The sound of his zipper is loud in the quiet room. Even my breathing sounds harsh in the silence.
The slide of Coop’s cock against my pussy makes me gasp as his hips press into my ass.
“I haven’t decided if I want to fuck you yet.” Coop draws back, dragging his cock between my pussy lips and pressing against my clit. “Maybe I’ll fuck your pussy for a while before taking your ass again. You’re so wet I wouldn’t even need lube.”
I gush at his words, and his low chuckle in my ear makes me crave him more.
“You like that thought, love.” His cock slides between my thighs against my pussy, back and forth. “Maybe I’ll just keep doing this until you come all over my cock and then finish in your talented little mouth.”
I want to tip my hips to force him inside me. I want to draw my thighs together to press him harder against where I need his touch. But then my panties will fall and he’ll stop everything.
“I know you like being a good girl for Blake and Seth, but do you want to be my dirty girl? My little slut?”
I whimper, not sure what I want besides to come. The last person who called me a slut was Valerie, but the way Coop says it doesn’t fill me with fear. It turns me on.
“If we weren’t in the file room, I’d cover you in my cum. Paint your skin in it and then shove it up your greedy little cunt until you came all over my fingers. Then I’d make you suck my fingers clean of both our cum.”
My lips part as I get closer. The touch he’s giving me is good but fleeting.
“Do you want that, sweetheart? Be my dirty little whore for me while you play the good girl for Seth and Blake. They’ll think you love it sweet, but really you like it dirty and hard.”
Groaning, I can’t take it anymore. “Fuck me, Coop.”
His dark chuckle accompanies his cock shunting through my pussy lips quicker. “How do you want me to fuck you?”
“Fuck me hard. Please, I need you inside me.” Whimpering, I press my forehead against the cool metal.
“Where do you want me, sweetheart?”
“Everywhere.” I can’t think, I just need. I need him to push me over the edge.
“Aren’t you a good little whore.” His words send a shiver down my spine. He thrusts his cock deep into my pussy, and my release overwhelms me. I tremble against him. My mouth opens in a silent scream as he fucks my throbbing pussy before pulling out and sinking into my ass in one stroke.
The scream works its way out of my throat as I come harder.
“That’s it, dirty girl. Milk my cock of my cum.” Coop takes my ass rougher than before, but it still feels good. His hand slides over my pussy and pinches my clit, sending me spiraling all over again.
I cry out as he groans his release, filling me as he strokes in and out until he thrusts deep one last time. My panties flutter down to my ankles as my knees give way. Coop holds me up with an arm around my waist.
“Hey there, pretty girl. You okay?” His voice sends tremors through me as he pulls out.
“I’m good,” I whisper. Little aftershocks work through me. “So good.”
He chuckles and lifts me into his arms.
“Good and dirty.” He presses a kiss to my lips and carries me out of the file room. “Just the way I like you.”
Fuck, I like him too.