Smoke and Mirrors (4 page)

“Close the door,” he said in that voice that sent shivers through her entire body.

Shit, shit, shit, shit!

She slowly closed the door, her hands trembling, her heart beating at a quickened pace.

“Sit,” Mr. Jacobs said.

Madeleine took a step toward the chair.

Mr. Jacobs halted her by lifting his hand in a motion to stop.

“I said, sit,” he said again, his voice turning darker.

Madeleine looked up, not really understanding.

“
Sit.
If I have to tell you again, you’ll be punished.”

Damn, she was instantly turned on. Her boss spoke to her like she was his possession, and not a person. For some reason, this drove her crazy.

Madeleine lowered to her knees and sat on her heels, her eyes still looking at Mr. Jacobs. She was unsure of what was happening, but loved every second of it.

“How long have you been working here, Madeleine?” he asked, leaning back in his executive chair.

“A little over eight months, Sir.”

“Do you like your work?”

“Of course I do,” she answered eagerly.

“Would you like to keep your job?”

“Yes, Sir,” she answered.

“Then why do you believe you can deceive us?”

Her heart just took off, and her stomach lurched into her throat.

“Um…” She paused, looking away for a brief moment, and then looked back toward Mr. Jacobs, avoiding his eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Mr. Jacobs stood and walked around to the front of his desk, sporting a huge hard-on, quite obvious through his tailored pants.

“Mr. Reddy and I are incredibly disappointed you didn’t come to us earlier.”

Madeleine knew she was in deep shit. They’d found out, and now she had to prepare herself for the worst possible outcome.

“I’m…” She really didn’t know what to say. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm her nerves. She was just about to open her mouth to deliver the speech she’d prepared, her get-out-of-jail-free card, when Mr. Reddy walked through the office door behind her.

“How did it go?” he asked Mr. Jacobs, ignoring Madeleine. He was carrying a black gym bag that made a clanking noise when he dropped it to the ground.

“I only just started. Join us, please.”

Mr. Reddy closed the door, and moved to lean against Mr. Jacobs’s desk. Both men now stood before her with the same authority, and both men had damned huge erections.

Huh?

Madeleine couldn’t help but wonder exactly what they knew about her. So she chose to remain quiet while the two men stared down at her kneeling on the floor in front of them.

“You’re a submissive, and we want you,” Mr. Jacobs said, breaking the icy silence in his office.

Yes, Madeleine was indeed a submissive in the bedroom. She adored nothing more than fully giving herself over to a man (or men) she trusted, knowing full well they’d look after her.

A submissive looking for a new Dom, or in this case, Doms. She rejoiced in the fact they’d finally noticed her and they both wanted her.

“You do?” she asked timidly, even though this had been her agenda from the start.

“We both want you,” Mr. Reddy affirmed.

Sarah lowered her body to the ground, going into submissive position, allowing the two Doms to examine her. She knew what they liked, and how they liked it, because she’d done research on them. She’d studied them, and the email she sent this morning from an untraceable email account confirmed exactly how much research she had done.

“She’ll do quite nicely, Graham,” Mr. Reddy said.

“I’d prefer to see her naked first,” Mr. Jacobs said. The two Doms talked about her like she wasn’t in the room.

This was what Madeleine wanted.

She knew she’d gained both men’s trust. They’d speak freely around her, knowing that as their submissive, she’d be discreet. And of course, as their possession, they’d be able to do with her what they wanted.

Madeleine smiled, because although she was a submissive, she was also a shrewd, calculating businesswoman.

What Mr. Jacobs and Mr. Reddy didn’t know was that Madeleine already knew they enjoyed a sub-sharing relationship, and she’d picked them for very specific reasons.

Her primary reason was selfish. Madeleine was also the CEO of the third-largest manufacturing company in the country. The company for which she was moonlighting, was the second largest, and Madeleine was there to destroy it from within.

Her plan was working flawlessly.

Once she shattered them, her next stop would be to annihilate her largest competitor so she could take the top spot.

Madeleine was smart and cunning, definitely a ‘big boys’ player. She knew how to get there, and she’d stop at nothing to take what she wanted.

Yes, she was very skilled at topping from below.

Sarah sat opposite him and uncrossed her legs, just slightly opening them. She was giving him a peek at what he could have if he only let his barriers down and admitted he wanted her as much as she needed him.

She was young, just having turned nineteen and a freshman in college, although her studies were not on her mind at the moment. From the first time Sarah saw him, she wanted him. However, this was anything but a crush; this was a deep-seated yearning, a desire so strong, so extreme, she was prepared to do anything to have him.

Even if only once.

Sarah knew once she felt him move inside her, when that explosive moment occurred, she would struggle to contain the ache for another touch.

She daintily tried to get his attention by re-crossing her legs, her passionate green eyes never leaving his face. Her lips slightly parted, and her heartbeat accelerated as she saw his gaze just skim her bare, long,
long
legs.

Sarah was wearing a skirt that came to mid-thigh. It was a simple block color, a beautiful, hypnotic purple. She was also wearing a black tank top with thin spaghetti straps, showing off her toned shoulders, thin arms, and most importantly, her pert breasts. She knew he liked her in these outfits, because every time she’d walk past him, she’d see a slight twitch of his mouth before he averted his eyes and almost ran away.

The first time that had happened, she was feeling like shit. She missed her family, and she was still ill from the tail end of a vicious cold. It was toward the end of summer and she was having hot and cold flushes, thanks to a low-grade fever. Sarah had worn the first thing she could find that was clean (because she’d been too ill to do laundry) and trudged across the open green fields, sniffling, on her way to class.

She noticed him, and although her nose was red, she was coughing, and her hair was unkempt, she managed to straighten her back and make an attempt to look human. She saw him stop walking, and his mouth popped open as he stared at her.

Great - I look like shit and I see him, of all people.

He was walking in her direction when he saw her, and his heart almost beat out of his chest.
God damn it, she’s beautiful, even when she’s ill.

“Hello,” Sarah said as she quickly headed for him.

“Morning,” he returned, though the moment she was within reach and could stop to have a conversation, he bolted away from her.

Typical – he sees me looking sick and runs.

But that’s when she noticed
that look
. The lustful dark eyes of a man who wanted to rip her clothes off and bury himself inside her. Severe, carnal hunger rolled off him like the heat that roars and crackles from an open hot fire.

Sarah saw it with one glance over his shoulder directed back at her, and he knew it when she saw it.

I’m so fucking screwed
, he thought as he fled quickly from the most perfect, most stunning woman he’d ever seen.

Today though, Sarah was going in for the kill.

She knew there was desire on his part. Every time she passed him, she was sure to tease him in the smallest, most intimate of ways. Just a minor, gentle touch to his forearm would usually send a frenzied spark straight to both their cores.

Or maybe she’d bend down to tie her shoelaces (which she now often wore as a ‘just in case’) and look up at him from beneath her lashes, giving him the look she’d use if she were on her knees in front of him. Taking his erect cock in her mouth, pleasuring him while he combed his fingers through her hair and fucked her mouth. Thrusting his hips toward her lips, forcing his hard-on as far down her throat as she’d be able to take him, causing tears to roll down her cheeks as she serviced him with pure enthusiasm.

She stopped that line of thought reluctantly, needing to focus on her plan.

Today would be the day he was finally going to combust and tell her that he wanted her. Christ, this flirtation had been going on for ages, ever since the first time he noticed that she was a woman. A beautiful, long-legged, sensual woman – who was definitely tempting him, making him rethink everything in his life.

He wasn’t celibate. He simply avoided relationships with women. They were evil, horrible creatures that had taken his heart, danced on it, and then tossed it in the hottest flames of hell. There had been two women (a term he used loosely when he talked about those bitches) who used him and then disregarded him.

He came from a moneyed background, and although he also had his own funds, it was not as much as was passed down to him.

Those two bitches had befriended him, taken every lavish gift he gave them and then cheated on him. He couldn’t believe it. They damn well cheated on him! It wasn’t as if he wasn’t a genuine gentleman; he was. He was also seriously good looking. Women often threw themselves at him. But now, he merely ignored them. Or fucked them, and left when he was done.

His usual hunting grounds were away from home because people knew him here, and knew he came from money. It wasn’t that he was a snob. He was quite down to earth, as a matter of fact.

His usual routine was to go into a neighboring town, and pretend he was there on business. He would find a leggy, attractive woman, take her back to his hotel room, and have a wild, thrilling night of hot, intense sex. Then he would leave early in the morning with nothing more than a kiss on the forehead and a ‘Thank you for a terrific night’ note.

And he’d be gone.

Sexually satisfied and with his yearning for the nineteen-year-old hottie put off for another few days. But when he saw her, no matter how much he’d had his cock sucked or ridden, he’d instantly get hard.

God, the things he could do to her, the things he wanted to show her. The way he wanted her stretched out on his bed, completely bare, wrists handcuffed to his headboard, legs spread apart and tied at the ankles while he sat back and watched her body go through the full range of erotic emotions while she waited for him to pleasure her.

He wanted her.
Badly.

But he couldn’t have her, no matter how much his body reacted every time she was near.

Sarah sat at the desk, and he had a perfect view of her.

He heard a woman clear her throat, and he knew it was Sarah. He could tell she was calling to him, daring him to look at her while class was still in session. His gaze lifted from his own papers, his hand stilled as he was writing something down, and he was drawn out of the last of the concentration he fought hard to hold onto.

His dark brown eyes lifted slowly, to see she was mocking him. But first he snuck a look around the room to make sure that no one else was watching them. All the other students had their heads down, working on the quiz their Professor had assigned.

He dragged his eyes to her legs, seeing the silky smooth skin taunting him. She shifted in her seat, slightly parting them, opening her knees just wide enough for him to see the hint of lacey red material between her legs. Christ, his cock was rock hard, and he couldn’t help but discreetly move his left hand down and adjust himself to ease the pressure in his jeans.

She brought her knees together, watching him carefully as she did so.

He tried to look back down at his work, but Sarah was a magnet for his focus. He couldn’t concentrate, couldn’t drag his eyes away from her.

He dared a look up at Sarah’s stunning face, and she smiled at him, leaning forward on her desk.

Man, is it hot in here?

Her striking breasts pushed up as she leaned forward, and he could clearly see her nipples strain below the thin material of her tank top. She had generous breasts with large nipples, ones he was dying to lick and devour and he imagined when he’d finished, he’d fuck them with his cock. Rocking forward just enough so she could stretch her neck and lick the head as it came toward her.

He swallowed the huge lump that sat in his throat, his left hand still trying to find a comfortable spot for his engorged hard-on.

Many times he fantasized about her, hoping she kept her pussy well-trimmed. He hated a woman who was completely bare; there was something wrong about eating a pussy that had no hair. It was just…
yuck
. He loved a landing strip. Enough to show him she was all woman and she was ready to take the punishment and pleasure he was about to unleash on her.