Free Ecstasy Times Two Plus Three [The Dakota Dynasty 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) by Robin Gideon Page B

him smile. And her pussy. She’s so responsive and she loved it when I went down on her.
    He was a little surprised to find himself walking out of his office, as though he didn’t know where his feet were taking him. Lydia’s office door was partially open. He went to it, feeling foolish and adolescent. He was a sophisticated man of means who had been a member of an exclusive D/s club in Dallas, a man who had known more women sexually than he could count or remember. He told himself he was no teenager, but he felt like one.
    Lydia was on the telephone with her back to the door, looking out the office window, so she did not realize that she was no longer alone. Nick paused a moment, looking at her hair and remembering what it had felt like against his palm as he stroked its silken softness as she gave him fellatio on the plane. A shiver went through him, and he felt his cock begin to harden. When he closed the door, Lydia spun in her chair to face him. Her expression showed her surprise.
    “I’ll have to talk to you later,” she said into the phone. “Someone just came into my office.” She hung up the phone. “Can I help you with something?”
    Nick nodded. “I need to speak with you.”
    Lydia rose from her chair, walking slowly around her desk. “Is this necessary?” She made no effort to hide the fact that she wasn’t particularly interested in speaking privately with him.
    “Yes.” Nick moved so that he stood directly in front of her, looking down into eyes so dark brown they nearly appeared black. “What happened in Mumbai wasn’t just sport fucking. It was more than that.”
    Lydia shook her head and took a step backward. Nick watched as her face went pale.
    “I can’t listen to this,” she said in a whisper. “I’ve been driving myself crazy thinking about what I did with you and Caleb. I want to forget it. I want to wipe it from my memory.” She put her hands over her ears. “That wasn’t me who did those things with you and Caleb. That was someone else. It wasn’t the real me.”
    “That’s where you’re wrong.” Nick moved closer. “It was the real you. It was the you that you’ve been hiding, the you that you’ve been running from.” Nick wrapped his fingers around her slender wrist, pulling her hand from her ear. “You’ve got to listen to me.”
    “No, I can’t listen to you because you’ll talk sweet to me and it’ll seem to make so much sense and the next thing I know I’ll be on my knees.” Though Nick still held her by the wrist, Lydia turned toward the door. “I’ve got to get out of here. I can’t be alone with you.”
    “You’re going to hear me out.”
    “I’m leaving right now.”
    Lydia tried to pull her wrist out of Nick’s grasp, but he was much more powerful than she. When she tried a second time, stumbling slightly in her half-frantic efforts, she ended up leaning over her own desk.
    Nick acted quickly, decisively, reverting to the days when he was a much-sought-after Dom at the club in Dallas. In a flash, he had Lydia bent over her desk far enough so that her breasts pressed against its surface, and her wrists behind her back.
    “You’re going to hear me out whether you want to or not,” Nick declared. “I’d suggest you keep your voice down.” With his free hand, he loosened his red silk necktie. “There’s still a receptionist and a secretary just outside your door.”
    “Nick, this is insane.”
    “You’ve driven me insane.” He pulled the necktie over his head, and had it wrapped around Lydia’s wrists and knotted moments later. “There,” he said, inspecting his handwork. “No more hands over ears for you.” He had a hand on Lydia’s back to keep her bent over at the waist. “Caleb should be here. He’s part of this.”
    “You’ve lost your mind.” A sob of frustration caught in her throat. “You can’t do this. It’s all wrong. The three of us are all wrong, don’t you see?”
    Nick picked up Lydia’s desk phone and