Alec
Today I didn’t walk to Dominion; I took a black cab. It had nothing to do with laziness and everything to do with the picture they’d sent me in the group chat. I slammed the door shut.
“Dominion,” I said, sitting down and unlocking my phone.
Three of them.
Rowan’s hand rested on her arse.
But it was Nick.
He’d dug both hands between her thighs and spread her pussy open. Black skeletal fingers on one side, wisps of demon trailing down the other.
And between those inked fingers—
A flood of pink.
Her pink hole, spread open.
Ella’s pussy.
Waiting to be filled.
Rowan: Ready or not, here we come. ??
I glanced up to check where we were.
Almost there.
Me: Motherfuckers. I’m on my way. DO NOT start without me.
I sat there fuming, then typed again.
Me: That wasn’t the agreement. Arseholes!
I fumed some more.
We were supposed to come inside her pussy together.
I took a deep breath, recalling Ella’s hand on my dick that morning. We’d all piled into her earlier, but as I’d placed the pill on her tongue, all I could think about was filling her up all over again.
And now this.
Them starting without me.
Fucking bastards.
The cab came to a halt.
I dragged my wallet out and shoved a tenner through the gap in the clear partition into the driver’s hand. There wasn’t much change, but that was the last thing on my mind.
“Mr Calder.”
The new greeter at the door smiled at me. I didn’t acknowledge her. I was too busy calculating the efficiency of stairs versus the elevator.
I jogged for the stairs, cursing as I cleared each floor until I reached the top. The corridor was dark, gold-plated wall lights glinting against the mahogany panels. I slowed, smoothed my hair back, and pushed the door open.
“What did I tell you? Under six minutes,” Nick said, clutching his ribs as he laughed.
Ella sat on Rowan’s lap, wearing a smile she’d pay for.
They were all fully clothed.
The tension drained from my body. I closed the door behind me and turned the lock.
“I was on my way out anyway,” I said casually.
It only made Nick laugh harder.
But when Ella giggled, the sound made me smile involuntarily.
I turned to face her, and any lingering irritation vanished.
“Bad girl, Ella,” I murmured, watching as her smile dimmed and Rowan’s arm tightened around her.
Nick glanced at her, then a slow, devious smirk curved his mouth.
“She offered to pose,” he said, strolling toward the desk.
“I didn’t,” she gasped.
“Mmm. I think I remember you offering,” Rowan added.
“But—”
“She wanted you all riled up,” Nick cut in, trailing his fingers along the polished wood of the desk.
“She’s getting out of control. Did you see how she fondled me at breakfast?” I asked, already unbuttoning my suit jacket.
“Shocking behaviour,” Rowan admonished, sliding Ella’s dress up her legs.
I walked around the desk, spreading her open and dropping each leg over Rowan’s as he tugged her dress to her waist. The black holdups were a stark contrast to her skin. But my eyes homed in on her slick folds.
“Would you look at that? All wet without a single touch,” Nick said, peering over at her.
“Dirty little slut,” I drawled before leaning down and slapping her inner thigh.
She hissed at the pain.
“Is this what you're paying her for, Rowan?” I asked, rubbing the pink mark on her thigh.
“Yes, administrative tasks and being a whore, apparently,” he said, cupping her breasts through the dress.
“You should give her what she wants, and I’ll join you,” I said, dragging two fingers through her wet cunt. “On the couch—so Nick can join in.”
She was wet enough to take us both.
The swelling beneath her eye was gone, and it wouldn’t hinder her from sucking his metal cock.
Her fingers were white from gripping the armrest.
“Help her up,” Rowan said, releasing her breasts.
I held my hands out, palms facing upward. She placed her small hands in mine, and I hauled her off Rowan’s lap. The skirt of her dress fell back into place.
“Take your dress off,” Rowan said. “As good employers, we need to carry out regular performance reviews.”
“Oh, this will be good,” Nick said, shrugging out of his leather jacket.
“I didn’t get advance notice about this review,” Ella said to me, amusement gleaming in her silver eyes.
“You should be prepared at all times in your workplace,” I replied, removing my jacket.
It didn’t take me long to strip down to my boxers and socks. Ella’s dress was draped over the back of Rowan’s chair. She stood naked but for her stockings and heels.
I took her hand and led her to the cream leather couch. It was modern, with sharp lines—perfect for the office and for fucking. I pushed my underwear off and guided Ella’s hands onto my cock.
“I’ll be looking for professionalism, quality, and dedication,” I said as her fingers curled around the base of my dick.
“Yes, sir,” she said, but her eyes were fixed on my cock.
I sat on the couch, and she followed. She didn’t hesitate to lean down and lick the blunt end of my cock while using both hands on my length.
“Hmm,” I hummed as her hands began to pump up and down.
I rested my arms along the backrest and spread my thighs.
When I glanced up, they were both watching her work. Nick still wore his jeans, stroking his dick. Rowan moved to stand beside her—naked, ready, and observing.
“Ella, squat on the floor. Legs open. Nick’s boot needs polishing,” I said, nodding toward Nick.
“Perfect. We can assess her multitasking skills,” Nick said, moving behind her.
Ella lifted her head and swallowed, but she got off her knees to shift. She placed her hands on my thighs as she crouched between my legs. Nick set his foot beneath her as she lowered herself down.
Rowan smiled and reached for his dick.
“She might even earn herself a raise,” he murmured.
Ella kept her hands on my thighs for balance and got back to work with her mouth—all while rocking back and forth over Nick’s boot.
I stared at the instigators.
They knew exactly how to push my buttons.
I didn't dwell on why Ella’s smile calmed me.