23. Business Dress
Madison
When morning comes, I wake up writhing in aching need with a cock driving into me. Not an unusual morning since I moved in with these guys.
“Good morning, kitten.” Noah rubs his stubbly cheek against mine as he thrusts in and out of me.
My nipples are hard and my breasts tight as they rub against his chest. I’m soaking wet for him. My body’s on fire and on the edge of exploding into a million pieces.
“Morning.” I barely open my eyes before I’m being turned on my side. As Noah lifts my leg over his hip and continues to thrust in me, the soft head of a wet cock presses against my asshole.
“Morning, tiger.” Blake kisses my shoulder before thrusting his entire dick into my ass. With the way he slides right in, they must have prepped me before I woke up, because I don’t feel the burn. All I feel is the implosion of everything.
“Oh, fuck,” I cry out as I come. My whole being shakes from the orgasm. Groaning as my ass tightens around him, Blake drives his thick cock in and out of me. Stretching me, filling me so full while Noah fucks my pussy.
I close my eyes and savor the feeling of being full. Instead of cooling off, the fire inside me burns hotter and brighter.
“Coop, get your dick off my ass,” Noah complains.
Coop leans over him to flick my clit.
“Fuck off. It’s not like I’m going to stick it in your ass. Besides, my little whore would get off on that. Wouldn’t you, Madison?” He rubs circles around my clit, making it impossible to tell him anything. “If I rode Noah’s ass while he fucked you, you’d come so fucking hard.”
It’s enough to make me shatter around them again, dragging Noah into his release. He shoves an elbow into Coop, who winks at me before retreating. Noah claims my lips in a fervent kiss while Blake keeps thrusting his hard cock into me. Blake’s hand reaches around and palms my breast, teasing the nipple with his finger. My eyes close at the sensation as Noah draws away and scoots off the bed.
Coop moves into his place and lifts my leg over his hip. His cock presses against my entrance before he thrusts into my pussy, hard.
“Good morning, sweetheart.”
I raise an eyebrow at him for the greeting. He smirks at me before his hand pulls my ass cheek open wider for Blake as Coop thrusts in and out of me at a fast and hard pace. Blake reaches down between Coop and me and pinches my clit firmly.
My moan fills the air as my pussy convulses in a gush around Coop’s cock.
“That’s my girl.” Coop captures my lips and takes my mouth the way he takes my body. I don’t think I’ll ever come down, even when Blake and Coop groan at the same time and spill their cum inside me. They press against me, our bodies tangled, skin to skin.
Coop breaks off our kiss and flicks my clit, sending an aftershock through me. I gasp and he chuckles. Brushing his lips over mine one last time, he pulls out and leaves the bed.
Blake withdraws from my ass and turns me in his arms. “Thank you, tiger.”
He claims my lips thoroughly. I don’t know how I’ll ever get used to sleeping alone again after this. When he lifts his head, he gives me a cocky smirk before rolling off the bed. Sighing, I fall onto my back. I’m not sure I can move yet. For morning, I’m not feeling like I have a lot of energy.
“Good morning, princess.”
I turn my head to find Seth standing next to the bed, naked. He reaches out to me. That fire inside me perks up again. I take his hand, and he helps me to my feet, leading me naked into the bathroom where the shower is already running.
“How do you feel this morning?” he asks like cum isn’t dripping down my thighs. His cock is solid and hard, pressing against his stomach. I glance down at the precum on the tip before meeting his eyes.
“I’d be better if you fucked me too.” I arch an eyebrow.
He smirks before he opens the shower door and sweeps his arm toward it like a gentleman opening a door for a lady. My heart beats a little harder. I step into the warm water, and Seth enters behind me. His hard cock presses against my ass. I want him too. Even after being fucked and coming three times already, I haven’t been fucked by Seth.
I love it when they all fuck me. To be filled by all of them. To never come down from the high of my orgasms. There’s just something amazing about being theirs.
His hands run with the water down the front of my body, teasing my already hard nipples, curving over my stomach, and diving between my thighs.
“Are you tender here?” He strokes my clit while teasing the tip of his finger into my pussy, back and forth.
I try to chase his teasing finger with my hips. “No, sir.”
His cock twitches against my ass and I smile.
His other hand slides between us. His fingers trace my asshole before slipping inside. “How about here?”
I gasp and shake my head. “No, sir.”
“Where to fuck you?” He fills his hands with my soap and washes me, starting with my neck. “Your neck is healing nicely. I suspect it’ll be better by this weekend.”
My breath comes in quick little pants, even though everything he does is slow and easy. I lean back against his chest and stroke my hands up and down his thighs. His hands slide down to my breasts, spending a lot more time on getting them clean than I ever have. Each stroke makes me ache a little more.
“How do you feel about dresses that reveal cleavage?” His tone is almost conversational. If his thick, hard dick wasn’t currently cradled in my ass cheeks, I would think our naked bodies being pressed together didn’t affect him.
“Planning on dressing me?” I brush my fingers over his hip bones. His cock twitches again. Liquid heat flows through me from his attention with the soap. He slides his hands lower over my stomach.
“You need something appropriate for the benefit since you’ll be Coop’s date.” His fingers slip between my thighs and part me so he can thoroughly clean me.
My breath quickens with each stroke. My tone is breathless when I say, “I didn’t think about that.”
“I have.”
He moves to cleaning my thighs. Nudging me under the shower head again, he sweeps his hands with the flow of water to push the soap from me.
“You want to dress me?” I didn’t think that would be something any of them would be into. I’ve never had a guy want to dress me up or buy me clothes. Hell, those other boys wouldn’t even want to go clothes shopping with me, but they were never my boyfriends.
“All the time, princess.” He spins me and presses my front to the tile wall. He kicks my legs apart like a strip search before pulling my hands to the wall beside my head. “Don’t move these.”
“Yes, sir.” My voice is breathy, but excitement flows through me. I love being vulnerable to him, letting him do whatever he wants to my body. Knowing that if I say red, he’ll stop whatever he’s doing. “Do you want to dress me today?”
“After I finish washing you.” His soapy hands run down my back before sliding between my ass cheeks and cleaning me. “I want to pick out everything and watch you put it on.”
I press my cheek to the tile and close my eyes as he washes my legs. He lifts the sprayer from the wall and rinses my back and legs. He changes the head to pulsing before moving it between my thighs.
“Seth?” As the water massages my clit, my fingers try to grip the wall for purchase. I don’t want just the water. I don’t want to just get off.
“What, princess?” His cock nudges my entrance and I suck in a breath. I want him so badly. For him to be a part of me.
“Yes, please,” I whimper. I need him inside me. Fucking me. Filling me. Breaking me apart and putting me back together.
He lifts my leg up against the tile and drives his cock into my pussy while the water continues to stroke my clit. “Yes, what?”
I moan at the feel of him inside me. “Yes, sir.”
He rocks in and out of my pussy as the water does what his tongue can do. With all the foreplay of him washing me, it takes only a few thrusts before I shatter around him, moaning so loud it fills the shower.
He bites my shoulder as he thrusts one last time deep inside me before exploding. My pussy throbs around his pulsating cock. We stay pressed together while we catch our breaths. Just feeling each other. Connected, like he’s part of me now. He puts the sprayer back and kisses me behind my ear.
“Wash your hair, princess.”
I’m going to be so late to work, but when the boss tells you to do something, you do it. He quickly washes himself before leaving the shower.
“I’ll be back in ten minutes. Meet me in your closet.” His heated eyes scorch over me as he adds, “Naked.”
* * *
My closet is still sparse. I toweled off and dried my hair. I’ll style it after Seth dresses me. Giddiness fills me as I wait for him. I’m not sure why this excites me. It’s such a simple thing. A task I do every day without a lot of thought.
I dress nice for the guys, but it’s just part of my morning routine. Seth is always so well put together. He’s got the air of a guy who appreciates the finer things. I’m not sure if I qualify as one of those finer things, but I want to please him.
The closet door closes quietly behind me. A shiver courses down my back as his warmth surrounds me. I love when they surround me, filling me with lust and need, but there’s something about just one of my guys seducing me that is sensual and perfect.
“Has anyone told you how beautiful your skin is, princess?” His fingertip trails down my arm, leaving sparks of desire in its wake.
“No, sir.”
His other hand slides over my hip and pulls me back against him. My bare flesh presses against his clothed body.
“It’s soft and silky. So pale that even the slightest indent makes a mark.”
He touches where he bit me on my shoulder. While drying my hair, I could see the mark he left. Warmth spread through me at the thought he wanted to claim me in a visual way. Does he like the way it looks on me? Because just seeing it sent a rush through me. Every time it aches today, I’ll remember his cock driving into me as his teeth sank into my shoulder.
I clench my thighs together against the beginning of an ache.
“I like to see my mark on you.” His hands drop from me and he steps back. “Turn around.”
Should I admit I like it too? Or would that reveal too much to him?
Anticipation wells within me as I turn to face him. His blond hair is perfectly styled. He wears a blue dress shirt with silver cuff links. His shirt is tucked into dark gray pants. Wing tip shoes complete the outfit. The blue of his shirt brings out his already intense eyes, making me want to drown in them.
“What we wear in business helps define us.” His gaze flows over me before he opens the dresser and sorts through my panties. He finds a silky black thong. “What we wear under them gives us confidence.”
“This is a business lesson?” I ask softly.
“Always, princess.”
I love this about him. He takes the time to explain why he’s doing this, but it’s also erotic to be dressed by your lover.
He kneels before me and holds the panties out for me to step into. When I do, he draws them up to my hips and steps back with a critical eye.
“Turn.”
I do as he says, helpless to resist his every command. Giving in to him is so easy.
He steps forward and grabs my ass cheeks. “Perfection.”
I’m not. I don’t argue with him, but my face heats.
“Wait there.” He retreats, and a drawer opens and shuts. He stands behind me and holds a silky black bra out in front of me.
I slide my arms into the straps. He fits it on my breasts before clasping the back. It feels weird to have someone dress me. I’ve had plenty of guys undress me, but Seth is the first to put me in more clothes.
He lifts my hair to let it flow down my back. A shiver courses through me as he says, “Turn around.”
I turn to face him and bite my lip at the concentrated look on his face. The panties he put on are already damp from his closeness.
“Stockings or no?” He’s not asking me, I don’t think, so I don’t answer. He gestures to the padded bench. “Sit.”
Something inside me settles as I realize this is part of his control. And this is something I can willingly give up to him. I don’t need to dress myself. And if it gives him satisfaction to do this for me, then I’m more than willing to be his living doll to dress for his pleasure.
He pulls out a pair of black, sheer thigh highs. They’re more like something I would wear out than to work, but I let that thought go. This isn’t my choice. This isn’t my concern. He’ll dress me and take that decision out of my hands.
Gathering one stocking in his hands, he kneels before me. “Foot on my knee.”
I do as he asks. He slips the stocking on over my foot and up my calf to my thigh, brushing the inside of my thigh with his fingers. Another ripple of pleasure surges through me.
“Your other foot.” Over the foot, up the calf, over the thigh.
I bite my lip when he offers me his hand. When I stand, he holds my hand out of the way so he can see my body. He nods thoughtfully before turning to my sorry collection of shoes: four pairs of high heels, three pairs of flats, and a few sandals and sneakers.
He picks up the fancy shoes I wore the first day of work. “Are you comfortable wearing these?”
“Yes, sir.”
He gestures with his head to the bench again. When I sit, he kneels before me and meets my eyes. “Good. Because I want to fuck you with these on. At the end of the day, I’ll call you into my office.”
He traces the arch of my foot firmly with his finger before he slides one shoe on.
“I want you to disrobe for me while I finish working, until you are just like this.” He slides on the other shoe and stands, pulling me up with him.
His finger sweeps down my bra strap to follow the line of the cup across my breast. My breath catches, and I want to sway into him, close the distance between us and feel him pressed up against me. My eyes lift to his, and he smirks down at me like he knows what he’s doing turns me on.
“Then I want you to lean down on the desk opposite me, your face pressed against the wood and your ass in the air.” He steps away from me and looks over my skirts before pulling a black pencil skirt off the hanger. He unzips it and holds it out for me to step into.
I blow out an impatient breath and step into it. He lifts it over my hips and fastens it before looking at my tops.
“And then?” I ask, unable to resist.
He pulls out a silky red sleeveless top and gestures for me to lift my arms. I do it, trying to be patient for him to finish his story.
The shirt flutters over me, the silk smooth against my skin like a caress. He takes a moment to straighten it. It doesn’t have to be tucked in. He steps back and looks me over. I wish I could see myself through his eyes.
After adding one of the silk scarves he bought me, he nods and then lifts his blue eyes to mine. The heat in them stains my cheeks, keying me up even more.
“And then, princess, I’ll decide how well you worked for the day and either reward you or punish you.”