Knight Nostalgia: A Knights of the Board Room Anthology(106)
The emotional surge was oddly what helped her hold back. She gripped his hand at her hip, her head dropping as she pressed it between Dana’s shoulders. “I love you,” she said. “All of you.”
Dana’s hand found hers, where it was banded around Dana’s waist. The woman turned her head, Peter’s grip loosening so Rachel brush her cheek with her own. “Same goes,” Dana said softly. And she kissed a tear on Rachel’s face. “You’re crying and smiling at the same time. That’s the best kind of cry.”
Jon turned her face to him with an inexorable hand, studying her expression. Whatever he saw there eased his concerns about Dana’s pronouncement about her tears, and he kissed her mouth, the shift of his body moving him inside her, so she made a soft noise against his mouth. “With me, sweet girl?” he asked huskily.
It was a different version of what Peter had asked Dana, and Rachel understood it. Another thing they did. They never let their submissives get isolated in their own heads, always maintaining that heart, mind and soul connection above everything else, no matter the physical intensity of the session.
“Thank the Goddess, yes,” she said. Her body quivered at his look. “I want to come for you, Master,” she added, a break in her voice. “But I want your permission.”
The moment they started moving, she was going to lose the battle. She couldn’t resist what she felt for him, body or soul.
His lips curved, the look in his dark blue eyes caressing her, inside and out. He didn’t give her an answer, not right away. Instead, he eased her back down over Dana and resumed his movement inside her, pulling a cry from her with the very next stroke. She clutched Dana’s shoulder and felt the other woman shudder when Jon’s movements pushed the strap-on deeper inside her again. She made her own shriek when Peter apparently added to that, thrusting deeper into his sub and wife.
Jon pushed Rachel more firmly against Dana’s back so her breasts were pressed there, her hips working against Dana’s ass. When Rachel dropped her head fully to Dana’s nape, she let out a whispering sigh as Peter wrapped a big hand in her hair again, holding her pinned against Dana as effectively as Dana’s tether had held her head down when Rachel tied it to her leg. His other hand was at Dana’s hip, making her move how he wished. Down on his cock, back against the strap-on, in rhythm with Jon’s thrusts into Rachel. Her cunt convulsed on his length, and her cries grew more desperate.
“Master…please…”
Jon made her wait and struggle, just as Peter did Dana, until Rachel thought they’d all go up in flames. Perspiration made them slide against one another with even more erotic friction.
“Now,” Jon whispered to her, and Rachel immediately obeyed, her body jerking. The rough, erratic thrusts only seemed to goad Dana to greater heights, for apparently Peter had given her the same go-ahead. She and Dana were rocking together on a wild ride of release. They were all locked together; her body caught beneath Jon’s, his cock inside her, her joined to Dana with the strap-on, Peter’s unrelenting grip on her hair, his body lodged inside Dana. The joinings kept her movements intense yet controlled, magnifying the sensations. She wondered if Dana felt the same, for she was even more restricted by Jon and Rachel’s combined weight and the demands of her own Master.
Then any other random thoughts disappeared, for Jon released inside her. From the burst of additional power in his movements, Peter obviously did the same with Dana. The jet of seed inside Rachel pushed her even higher. Her and Dana’s screams likely vibrated the glass. Despite the excellent soundproofing between offices, Rachel knew the other men must be hearing them, all while sipping their drinks in Matt’s office. It added a whole other level to her response, and as she went over one more pinnacle, she wasn’t sure if she could go any higher without being dizzy.
She did get dizzy before the intensity at last started to subside. As she came down, she was clinging to Jon’s forearm, for he had his arm wrapped around her waist, his mouth at her shoulder as Peter released her hair.
It was like listening to one giant heartbeat slowly come down in pace, then breaking into four different rhythms, a soothing pattern that helped them hold onto reality as much as each other.
It was a while before anyone had the ability to speak or move, but at length, when his breath caught, Jon was the first. He slid his arm across Rachel’s chest, his other at her waist, and slowly eased her out of Dana’s body.
With his clever fingers he released the buckles so the strap-on fell away. He placed it on the mat. As Rachel was lifted and moved, Peter brought Dana fully down upon him, wrapping both large arms around her graceful back, one hand spreading out over her small, tight backside as she nestled her head into his shoulder and throat.
Jon lifted Rachel in his arms. How many times had he done that tonight? It didn’t matter; it would never be enough. The way he did it so effortlessly, she never tired of it. He took a seat in one of the chairs, curling her up in his embrace. Also something he’d done several times tonight. Also something she loved. Being in his arms, spent and quiet. Loving and loved.
He’d refastened his jeans so her bare backside nestled into denim instead of a scratchy zipper. He was good at remembering things like that. He was murmuring to her, no real words. Just calming reassurances. Aftercare.
“Pizza,” Peter said abruptly, perhaps fifteen minutes later. Caught in a half doze, Rachel angled her face to see he was still holding Dana, nuzzling her hair, but he dropped his head back enough to toss them a grin. “I need pizza. Loaded with lots of meat, so we’ll have to get one with your falafel and veggies or whatever the hell you put on it.”