Mine (The Club Wonderland)

Chapter 3

CHAPTER THREE

“ H ey boss lady,” Charles greeted her as she stepped off the elevator. “You’ve got a busy afternoon.” He noted the sunglasses and her cup of coffee.

“What’s first,” Annabel asked. She texted him at four this morning to ask him to move her morning appointments.

“I moved all your meetings from this morning to over the next couple days,” Charles read from his tablet. “First you’ve got a meeting with the admin team in about thirty minutes.”

“Is the conference room set up,” Annabel walked into her office.

“Before you ask, everything is exactly how you always want it. Lots of food and plenty of fluid,” Charles said. “I know my job.”

“I know you do,” Annabel sighed as she sat.

“What happened at four in the morning which set you back,” Charles asked. “Did Sam…”

“I had a date last night which went long,” Annabel put her purse in her drawer and opened her tablet.

“You got laid,” Charles leaned against her desk. “Tell me everything.”

“I…” Annabel felt her cheeks heat. “I did things I’ve never done before.”

“Hot damn. Who’s the lucky guy?”

“Guys… Andrew Porter and Ryan Miller,” Annabel watched his face.

“The hotties from the magazine?”

“Yes.”

“Both of them.”

“Charles.”

“Did you… hmmm how do I ask this delicately?”

“Why change your approach now?”

“Ouch. You did them both at once? Did you boss them around? Were toys involved? Was it hot as fuck?”

“Both of them. Yes. I took control.”

“How did it feel?”

“When the three of us came the first time together, I… it was amazing,” Annabel confessed.

“The first time?”

“Well Ryan got me off first. But when it was the three of us…” Annabel covered her cheeks. “I did things and said things last night I’ve never done. I kept them busy and rung them out. You men always drop off after you cum. I told them not to get comfortable. I pushed them out of my bed and into my bathroom. I said it was round one and if they didn’t last for a few more rounds, I’d be disappointed.”

“Holy fuck! You did not,” Charles grinned.

“I did.”

“I assume you weren’t disappointed.”

“Four o’clock we finally fell asleep.”

Charles used his tablet to fan his face. “I may need to run home and visit with Michael.”

“You’d get distracted by the dirty house and the three kids.”

“Probably.”

“I’ll pay for a sitter and a cleaning service,” Annabel grinned.

“Wow… I won’t say no. You must have had an enjoyable time.”

“Yes. I have to say it was the oddest thing. I knew. I just knew what they wanted… no not wanted because they’re guys, they wanted to fuck. But what they needed.”

“You’ve always read people well.”

“This was incredible. I’m working this afternoon but I have to decide what my next steps are.”

“I’m assuming you want a second night of your menage.”

“I do. I definitely do.”

“Well, you’ve got an afternoon full of business meetings,” Charles smirked. “Get through those and then decide.”

“I’d rather call them into my office, lock the door and…”

“Oh, please don’t stop there,” Charles’ smirk widened into a grin.

“Voyeur,” Annabel taunted him. “Meetings… business so I can pay for your sitter and cleaning service.”

“Tease,” Charles stood and followed her to the conference room.

Annabel felt her phone vibrate as she sat in the meeting. Bored to death with what was going on in the meeting, she glanced at her phone. Andrew. Of course. He’d be the first to contact her.

Charles glanced at her with a question in his eyes. She shook her head. Nothing he needs to know. She thought with a small smile on her lips. Tapping her phone, she read the message.

Good morning. Thank you for last night. You blew my mind.

Gratitude from him. She raised an eyebrow. Not what she expected. Not with the usual alphahole. She reminded herself as sales figures shown on the screen.

Her phone dinged again. This time with a message from Ryan.

My beauty

My mistress

Please tell me what to do

I long for your directions

But not more than I long for you

A poet, she smiled. She texted Andrew.

Do you plan to misbehave today?

She texted Ryan.

You may continue to write me poetry but you may not touch yourself when you think of me.

Andrew confessed.

If it means you’ll punish me like last night I’ll misbehave every day you tell me to.

I’ve never felt so engaged, aroused, and satisfied.

Try behaving. If you do, it might be even better than last night and your punishment.

More? How?

You’ll have to behave to find out.

Annabel set her phone down as she listened to her staff report. She saw Ryan message her and she desperately wanted to see what he had to say. Work she reminded herself.

Time dragged as she forced herself to focus on the reports and the plans. The marketing, the sales, and all the other aspects of her business. She caught herself jiggling her leg impatiently until she gave in and swiped her phone to see what Ryan sent.

I must confess. I was rung out

From your orders and commands

Yet, a single vision

A single memory

Brought a stiff jolt

I find myself breathless

With longing to be in your

Control again.

Ryan?

Yes.

He answered so fast, she knew he touched the auto reply.

Tell me where you are.

In the office.

With Andrew?

He’s here.

How long will you be there?

All day.

Good. The two of you have my permission to do anything you like to each other but you will not climax.

No release from…

Not without my permission or without me there. Is that clear?

How would you know?

You’ll tell me.

Annabel smirked as she set her phone down. She needed to pay attention to her work for a few hours.

“Everything okay with Olivia,” Charles asked as he sat in front of her desk.

“As far as I know,” Annabel said. “I talked to her last night.”

“She wasn’t texting you during the meetings?”

“No. It was other people,” Annabel blushed and shook her head.

“Them. It was the two of them. Were they sexting you?”

“Eeeewww no.”

“Why eeewwww? You like their bodies, right?”

“Yes, but I don’t want pictures of them on my phone,” Annabel said.

“You are a bit of a prude,” Charles teased.

“Do you have naked pictures of Michael on your phone? Or videos?”

“Maybe,” Charles grinned.

“How many times have the paparazzi tried to hack my phone or outright stolen my phone?”

“You have a point. But you can delete things.”

“Aren’t you the one who told me it doesn’t matter if you delete things, most everything can be recovered?” Annabel shifted piles on her desk.

“Okay so no sexting. You seem restless.”

“Not really,” Annabel evaded.

“Yeah. So, we’re lying today. You promised me a hundred percent raise and a company car.”

Annabel laughed, “I want to play it cool and be in control but I just want to repeat what we did last night.”

Charles pulled out his tablet. He swiped, tapped, and grinned. “Look at that. Your afternoon is free. Whatever will you do?”

“Seriously, I know there are meetings,” Annabel hedged.

“I’ve not seen you this happy in years,” Charles stood up. “Now you have no meetings and I’ll make sure no one will walk in that door. You can sit here alone in your office getting boring work done or you can go do whatever you want.”

“You know you can have a car,” Annabel rose. She picked up her purse and her jacket. “I’ll give you a ten percent raise. If you bring me news on our spy, I’ll make it fifteen.”

“I’ve got a car but I’ll take the raise. You know in my mind I’ll call it my ‘Annabel had sex’ raise.”

“Call it what you want,” Annabel grinned. “Just don’t say it out loud.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Charles closed her door and watched her walk away from his desk.

The entire drive to their office building she argued with herself. She told herself she had work. She told herself they may not want her to barge into their office. Now she sat in their parking lot and stared at their building. It was simple and classic.

She stepped out of the car and walked into the building. She knew where their offices were and didn’t bother to stop on the first floor. She moved to the elevator like she owned the place. It worked for her in the past. No one stopped her or questioned her. She stepped onto the elevator and pushed the button. She thought about commanding them, watching them touch each other. She hoped they had condoms on them but if not, she’d get inventive. Or make them wait.

She walked into a foyer with no one at the main desk. She scanned the directory on the wall and figured out where their offices were.

Long strides carried her down the hall and to another empty desk. Where were their people? She saw the dual doors and knew they had a connecting door between their offices. The article showed pictures of the offices. She took a moment and stepped to the door of Andrew’s office. She knocked and when he called gruffly to come in, she opened the door and strode in.

“You make me wait in the foyer,” she scolded. His office was all him. Dark colors, metal, wood, and leather.

“Annabel,” his head jerked up from what he read. He rose and his erection pushed against his pants.

“Have you missed me,” she asked.

“Yes,” he stepped around his desk to move towards her.

She closed the door and noted the door open to Ryan’s office. “Will he hear us?”

“Yes,” he stopped when she pinned him with her eyes.

“Good,” Annabel tossed her purse on the table, and took off her jacket.

“May I take your jacket,” he asked.

“Hmmm I like when you ask,” she let him take the jacket and hang it on the coat rack in the corner.

“I thought you had meetings all day,” he returned to her.

“My schedule cleared,” she admitted. “Come here.”

“Yes, mistress,” he murmured as he walked to her. Standing in front of her, he wondered what she would do. She hadn’t locked the door.

She ran her hands down his chest. He wore a stark white shirt but no tie. His slacks fit him snugly but his hard cock pushed against the fabric. “This looks painful. Are you uncomfortable?”

“I was thinking of you,” he confessed.

“I assume from this,” she slid her hand down the length of him. “They were good thoughts.”

“Mmmmmmmmm,” he hummed his pleasure. “Yes. Definitely good thoughts.”

She slipped several buttons loose and opened his shirt. She pushed aside his shirt and pinched his nipple. He flinched but his eyes closed and his breath caught. She leaned forward and sucked in one taut nipple. “You seem pleased to see me.”

“I… hmmmm… uh… pleased, very pleased,” he murmured.

“Do you want to touch me,” she asked as she walked around him. Remembering his negative reaction last night, she kept a hand on his arm and slipped it down his back, the silk of his shirt between her hand and his skin.

“Yes, Annabel,” he muttered her name a little louder.

She completed her circle of him. “You have too many clothes on for my liking.”

“I’ll take off everything you want,” he agreed instantly.

“What if someone walked in?”

“There’s a lock, but I don’t care,” he groaned when she touched his belt.

“Do you have protection?”

“Yes. In my desk.”

“Are you having sex with your assistants?”

“No.”

“Ryan?”

“No. I picked up new at lunch. I know we went through several last night. I didn’t want to run out and miss an opportunity,” he admitted.

“Thoughtful of you,” she opened his belt and rubbed her hands along the edge of his pants. “Since you were thoughtful, you may kiss me.”

He lowered his mouth to brush against hers. She allowed him control for a few seconds but then she took over. She stepped into him and pressed her body against his. Her tongue slashed into his mouth. He moaned as she deepened the connection.

She held him when she heard footsteps. Her lips demanded his and kept his even as Ryan stepped into the room.

“Andrew…. hmmm,” he hummed his delight in seeing Annabel controlling Andrew. He grinned as Andrew struggled to only touch her face. From the previous night, he knew Annabel only allowed the first kiss to include them touching her face. No touching other parts until she specifically said they were allowed.

“Delicious,” Ryan said as he walked to the door behind him and locked it. Then he moved to the door to the foyer and locked it. “Are we playing some more here?”

Annabel eased back and allowed Andrew to move back. He stayed near her. She smiled and touched his face. “You’re doing much better. Ryan, his shirt is in the way and so is yours.”

“Let’s get rid of them,” Ryan unbuttoned his shirt as he walked to Andrew. He slid Andrew’s shirt off his shoulder as Annabel captured his mouth again. “Delightful.”

“Am I interrupting?” Annabel raised her head from kissing Andrew and glanced between the two of them.

“Paperwork,” Andrew growled.

“Necessary evil,” Ryan smiled. “You look amazing.”

“I feel amazing but the two of you look strained,” Annabel teased. “Ryan, we need some accessories.”

“Yes, mistress,” Ryan said as he returned to Andrew’s desk. He opened the drawer and brought out a bag from the same sex shop they visited before coming to her.

“Andrew, I plan to push your limits,” Annabel said. “Will you be able to handle Ryan at your back?”

“Is our safe word still pickles,” he asked. He wasn’t sure how he’d react to a man behind him. His father always disciplined him from behind. He smacked his head or used a switch on his butt.

“If this doesn’t feel good to you, we can do other things,” Annabel said. “While I want to see him touching you while you do what I tell you to, I won’t force you. It’s all about the three of us experiencing pleasure together.”

“I think I can,” Andrew said.

“Ryan, stand behind him and rub his shoulders gently,” Annabel said. She watched as Ryan followed her orders. Andrew flinched with the first touch but as Ryan touched him, he took a deep breath and relaxed. When she was certain he was comfortable, she stepped up to him. “Now you may unzip my skirt.”

“Yes, mistress,” Andrew reached behind her and unzipped the skirt. She pressed her body against his as his arms surrounded her. He held on to it, uncertain if she wanted it to fall to the floor.

“Let go,” she touched his face and smiled. “Trust me. Trust us and let go.”

He dropped the skirt and felt the soothing circles Ryan rubbed across his back. “I do.” Both men hummed their joy in seeing her wearing a garter belt holding up silk stockings but otherwise naked.

“Good,” Annabel said. “Ryan, hand me a condom.”

He handed her the bag. She smiled as she stared at the contents. “If I recall correctly, you particularly enjoyed this type last night.”

“Yes,” Andrew saw her pull out his favorite.

“Let’s see how far we can push your boundaries,” Annabel said as she walked to his desk and saw a tidy desk with everything in its place. “Hmmm lots of order. How will you feel if I move things around?”

Andrew swallowed as he stared at her bum and the garter belt. “You’re my mistress.”

She smiled before she pushed everything to one side on his desk. Turning, she slowly unbuttoned her shirt. She let it hang to the side. Today she wore a lace pushup bra. “I need you at my feet,” she pointed to in front of her.

Andrew stood gaping at the look of her filling many of his office sex fantasies. “Yes, oh hell yes,” he took a step towards her.

“Wait,” she tapped her finger on her lip. “You still have too many clothes on. Take the rest off slowly.”

Andrew kicked off his shoes and reached down to take off his black dress socks. He slid his pants and underwear down his long legs. His muscles stood out.

“Better. Ryan, why are you still dressed?”

“My apologies mistress. I got lost in watching you control Andrew,” Ryan toed off his shoes and removed his socks, twirling one after the other making Annabel smile and Andrew chuckle. When he stood naked next to Andrew, Annabel smiled.

“Tall and muscular,” she murmured. “Definitely this is my favorite look. Though I may need to get you collars with leashes.”

“Collars,” Andrew frowned.

“Yes,” she said. “Why are you over there?”

In two steps he stood before her.

“On your knees,” she ordered as she slid on his desk. She crossed her legs. “Ryan, he needs his back massaged.”

Annabel watched the two men line up how she wanted them to be. “We’re clear there will be male on male penetration.”

“Yes, Annabel,” Ryan smiled.

“Yes, mistress,” Andrew realized Ryan would be penetrating him. It would be his first time.

Annabel grabbed his chin. “At any time, you can say the safe word. I won’t have you unhappy with our interactions. If you don’t like something, I want your honesty more than the sex.”

He met her eyes and saw something. “Did someone... of course they did. I’m sorry.” He shook his head. “I’ll be honest. Ryan’s never been inside me but there’s more lube in the bag. I’m willing to try.”

She leaned down and brushed her lips gently across his. “We’ll take it slow.”

“Here’s the lube,” Ryan rummaged in the bag.

“Now, let’s see how much pleasure we can give each other,” Annabel kissed Andrew’s forehead. “Ryan, you’ll start with massage only. just his back to start with. As he relaxes, you may explore other places but the moment he tenses, you will stop.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Ryan agreed.

“As for you,” She lifted her leg with her high heeled shoe still on it to his shoulder. “You may start by kissing my feet and moving up. If I don’t like something, I’ll let you know.”

“Yes,” he breathed his agreement.

Turning, he held her heel in his hand and slipped his tongue around the curve of her ankle. His hand slipped up her silky calf. He groaned as he kissed and touched her legs.

Annabel bit her lip as she met Ryan’s eyes. She gave him a nod before he started his gentle massage down Andrew’s back. He pressed his body against Andrew’s. She swallowed as she watched the two men touch and caress. She never felt so aroused before.

Andrew switched legs. He left one ankle on his shoulder while he turned his attention to Annabel’s other ankle. He licked and kissed. His hands massaged her calf. The feel of the silk beneath his hand and his mouth enticed him to follow the length of her leg. He felt the slight ridge at the back of the stocking. His finger followed it up. Her sigh told him, it was the right move.

She watched him nibble his way from her foot to her ankle. She felt her body rev up, felt the fluid in her core flow, and knew this was what she wanted. She let him wander his way up. Watching Ryan touch Andrew made her stomach tighten and her breath shorten. She desperately wanted to see him slide into Andrew. She hoped Andrew wanted it too.

Andrew slipped his fingers into her. One at a time he drew out the sensations she felt. “Yes,” she encouraged him.

She nodded to Ryan to go lower on Andrew. They both felt him tense.

“He’s only touching,” Annabel reassured. “Do you want him to stop?”

“I want to taste you,” Andrew begged. “Ryan, can do whatever you want him to.”

She stared into his eyes for long moments before she gave permission. “How about he mirrors what you do to me?”

“Yes,” Andrew said. “May I please taste you?”

“I think you must,” Annabel said. She watched as he licked his way to along her thighs and then to her folds. “Hmmm such a good feeling.”

Ryan smeared a drop of lubricant on his finger and slipped it into Andrew’s bum. With his other hand, he rubbed Andrew’s balls. Andrew moaned and jerked towards the penetration.

“Do you want more,” Annabel asked him.

“Yes,” he muttered as he sucked in her clit.

Annabel watched as Ryan slipped a second finger in. Then she lost herself in the sensations Andrew gave her. He rubbed and her hips pushed against his mouth and his hands. “Harder,” she demanded.

Ryan mimicked Andrew’s fingers. Andrew thrust his fingers deep into her. He thrust as he sucked her clit. She jerked and came in a rush of need and sensation.

They panted and paused to allow Annabel time. “I want him in you. I want you in me. Can you handle that?”

“Yes,” Andrew ground out. “I want inside you. I crave the connection. I’ll do anything for you.”

“Stand up and cover yourself,” she held up the condom. “I want hard and fast, Ryan. You’ll be in charge of our pace. But not until he’s comfortable.”

“Yes,” Ryan gasped out. He reached for the bag and lube.

“Come here,” Annabel lay back on his desk. Her breasts pooled above her pushup bra. She spread her legs and used her feet to guide Andrew where she wanted him. Then she rested her legs against his chest. “Inside me now.”

With one long movement, Andrew thrust his long member deep into her. “Aaaaaaaaaaa,” he groaned his delight in burying himself in her.

She split her legs to pull him close. “Give me your eyes,” she held him close to her. “Ryan. Gently.”

“Yes,” Ryan moved behind Andrew and spread his butt cheeks. He slid slowly in.

Andrew grunted and groaned. He closed his eyes and scrunched his face. Annabel was about to call a halt when he said, “More. Jeez. I... Ryan, please more.”

Ryan thrust in. Annabel watched and gasped as her men fucked each other and her. Ryan rubbed his hand around Andrew’s balls as he thrust. With each thrust, he took more control. The delight on his face radiated out to the two he controlled.

In and out, Andrew rubbed against Annabel who watched and grabbed Andrew’s cock. In and out, Ryan sped up and took them all into a state of euphoria. Sensations rippled amongst them as bodies rubbed and moved. Gasps and moans filled the office.

“Finish us,” Annabel demanded on a gasp. “Make us all cum. Do it.”

Her orders spurred him to jerk harder and harder. He felt his cock throbbing and hoped they were close because he felt tingling everywhere.

“I’m coming,” Andrew growled. “One more. Oh yes. Oh fuck. Yes.”

Ryan thrust and held as he jerked his climax.

Panting, Annabel came with such fierceness she couldn’t speak or breathe. She felt so complete and so powerful. Andrew lay between them as they caught their breath. She brushed the hair out of his face.

“Will we enjoy this position again,” Annabel asked him.

Slowly he opened his eyes, “I hope so.”

“Soon. Very soon,” Ryan murmured. He leaned forward to kiss Annabel and Andrew.

We have a business meeting at Lonna’s tonight. We should be done by 9.

Andrew wrote and rewrote the text.

“Why are you rewriting it,” Ryan grinned.

“I want her to join us but I don’t want it to sound like a demand,” Andrew murmured as they sat in a production meeting late afternoon.

“You’re overthinking it,” Ryan said.

Andrew stared at his phone. He added,

Would you join us?

“Send it,” Ryan said as he watched their property managers file in.

Andrew scowled but sent the message.

Annabel left them two hours ago and he wanted to be with her again. He ached for her to order him to do anything. He wanted to see what she demanded next. He’d do anything. He scowled at the managers which made them fidget in their seats.

Ryan grinned knowing the affect Andrew had on the property managers. “Let’s get down to business. Who wants to start?”

Silence met them, people looked anywhere but at them. Frank Overton, a property manager who started with them, spoke up, “Andrew whatever stick’s up your ass, pull it out and let’s get down to business.”

Andrew smirked, “Maybe I like the stick exactly where it is. But all right Frank, tell me about your numbers. They’re down this quarter.”

“Fuck right they are and let me tell you why,” Frank grinned.

Ryan wondered what Frank would say if he understood exactly what Andrew meant. He leaned forward and tucked his chin to hide his smile.

Annabel stared at the two pictures and frowned.

“Has your good mood fizzled,” Charles asked.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Annabel said.

“Oh yes you do,” Charles laughed. “Had a good lunch?”

“I grabbed something in drive thru,” Annabel reiterated her earlier statement.

“After you did something naughty,” Charles said.

“You are trying to distract me,” Annabel said.

“From those awful designs. She got it last minute. Try to be nice.”

“When aren’t I nice?”

“When things come in subpar. And those designs are subpar,” Charles took one from her. “You told her no pink.”

“I did,” Annabel said. “You know what. Cancel my appointment with her and reschedule it for next week. When you do, remind her I don’t want any pink on the graphics.”

Annabel handed him the two printouts.

“You’re being generous,” Charles said. “And hiding things from me.”

“Some things my sweet Charles are private,” Annabel said leaned forward and patted his cheek. “Now what’s next?”

“You answer your text. I’ll contact our graphic designer,” Charles turned away.

Annabel opened her phone and read Andrew’s text. “Hmmm. Lonna’s is nice,” she murmured. Checking her date book, she realized she was tied up until after midnight.

Regretfully, I cannot meet you. I’m in meetings until 11. I have tomorrow morning open until 10.

We want to see you tonight. Would you be open to us joining you after 11?

Ryan responded to their group text.

My place at 11:30. I might be late. I’ll text if things run late.

We’ll be there.