Knight Nostalgia: A Knights of the Board Room Anthology(78)
Dana was on the table, in the center. She was on her hands and knees, draped over a padded stool that supported her mid-section. She’d been given the same gifts that Rachel had been—plug, nipple clamps, clitoral shield and sexy heels—though the soles of Dana’s shoes were mint green and the buckles were gold, and the jewels and beads on her clamps matched. She wore Peter’s collar, a wide strap with a waterfall of decorative chains and a St. Christopher’s medal pendant. She also had a ball gag stretching her mouth, the straps digging into her sculpted cheeks and buckled around the back of her head. Which was up, her chin pointed forward, a pose likely demanded by her Master. She was on display, a centerpiece.
Since Dana was blind, there was no need for a blindfold, so her Master had the pleasure of knowing her other senses were heightened, while he could still see the reactions in her pale green eyes. Her arousal was also communicated from the slight twitching of her hips, the quiver of her small breasts, a result of the breathy sounds escaping around the gag.
In her current position, Rachel was seeing Dana’s profile, but if she went to the end of the table, she would be able to see the glistening, flushed lips of Dana’s sex, the redness from the paddling, and likely the damp tracks of arousal that had already been coaxed from her. It made Rachel wonder what else they’d been doing to her before she arrived, or if being put on display like this after the spanking, decorated with the toys, had been enough.
“Is she something you want, Rachel?”
“Yes,” she said, without hesitation. Eagerly. She pressed back into the touch of his hands, his body against hers.
Wetting her lips, she let her gaze steal around the rest of the room. The men had fallen silent as she appeared, and she could feel all their eyes on her, though she didn’t meet any of them. Not just because they were Doms, but because she was too overwhelmed. They were all here. She’d known they would be, but actually seeing them was an impact on the senses almost more potent than the stimulation of the toys.
Walking vibrators, with a fifty-yard range. Dana had made that comment at Rachel’s bridal shower, sending all of them into peals of laughter. But it was the Goddess’s honest truth.
In their suits and ties, they were devastating to female senses. Casual wear was a different but no less pleasurable experience. Since at the moment all the men were standing at various places in the board room, her lowered gaze provided her the treat of a lot of well-fitted denim. Dark blue, stressed, faded to almost gray, black.
As she raised her gaze from the terrain of the dark blue jeans, she saw Peter’s rock band T-shirt had a workout, stretching over his massive shoulders and biceps.
Ben wore a hunter green T-shirt over the faded jeans. The shirt had a bar logo that included shamrocks and dragons. Ben had the body of a street fighter, a lot of layered, compact muscle, and a resting tension that made him seem eternally alert. Which made his humor and propensity for pranks an odd contrast, but it worked for him.
It was rare that she saw Matt in jeans, but the man wore them well, the black denim matched by a short-sleeved black button down loose over them. While no one had Peter’s mass, Matt was the closest, with broad shoulders, wide chest, and a musculature that was Brad Pitt Troy territory. Lucas wore the stressed jeans and a polo shirt embroidered with a bike marathon logo over the right pectoral. A devoted bike enthusiast, he had the lean, fit body to match.
And Jon. When he turned her to face him, she saw he had on a pair of belted black jeans, the blue dress shirt tucked into them bringing out the vivid color of his eyes. It was long sleeved, but he had the sleeves rolled up, embellishing the look of his strong forearms.
His were the eyes she could meet, needed to meet. When she did, he gave her a stern look and a quiet reminder. “Time to begin. Remember your instructions, Rachel.”
Walk around the room. Goddess give her strength. She left the threshold and moved into the space.
Other than the men themselves and of course Dana, what captured a person’s attention was their board room table. It was new, since they’d moved back to fully renovated New Orleans offices after Katrina. It filled her with pride to know her husband had been the designer of the center piece to this room.
The thick glass top had the shape of a lagoon, asymmetrical in a pleasing way. Decorative lines etched in the glass echoed those curves, like water that cut through the earth’s surface over time. The rounded ends of the table and slightly more narrow middle, reminded her of a woman’s curvy figure.
A foot below the glass top was a parallel platform of polished wood whose shape matched the shape of the glass table, only about two thirds of the size, so it didn’t interfere with the knees of those pulled up to it. The dark red-brown wood with black streaks was rosewood. It was supported with a cross piece beneath. She knew that because Jon had told her about the design of the table when he’d taken her to see it, before the office re-opened.
She’d learned about additional features—and why Jon was so involved in the design—from the other women. The etched grooves in the glass were functional as well as decorative. The glass could separate into six different pieces, smoothly sliding over each table leg to form side tables. If the executives needed to turn toward the multiple screens on the far wall for a video conference, such an option allowed them to shift their notes, tablets or laptops to that facing position. But that wasn’t what the women had wanted to tell her about.