Free Maid For His Submission by Eryn Black Page B

his tongue, sucking and nipping with his teeth. "Perhaps I should save some for our guest."
    And right on cue the elevator dinged, announcing an arrival. Turning her head toward the glass lobby doors, Tosh almost knocked herself off balance. Luckily, to Mr. Richard’s quick reflexes, Tosh was in his arms and not on the floor. Eye to eye, pheromones filled the room and Tosh feared she was about to be devoured.
    "You couldn't wait for me?" Came a familiar and masculine voice.
    Mr. Richard dipped her down lower, giving Tosh the opportunity to tilt her head back and see Mr. Thomas standing at the entry-way, hands in his pockets and brow cocked. Hair slicked back, he came dressed in a black suit with a red tie. Tosh wondered how long she could ogle at how handsome he was before Mr. Richard’s female guest arrived. Or what she would think seeing her in his arms.
    "Just in time, Thomas." Pulling her to her feet, Mr. Richard leaned over to give one of her breasts a last kiss before greeting his friend. "I had wondered how long you’d keep us waiting."
    "I think you filled in the time just fine."
    The two men met halfway across the living room and greeted each other in an embrace that was heightened by a domineering kiss. Both men oozed testosterone. Shocked by their greeting, Tosh was even more shocked at how she had never seen anything that made sense. They were both all man and it suddenly occurred to Tosh that Mr. Thomas was the expected guest for the night and not some big breasted slut. Instead, she was their slut. The realization left her dripping wet.
    "Now..." Mr. Richard announced, pulling out of the kiss and turning to a very much stunted and aroused Tosh. He gripped the bulge in his friend’s trousers tightly until Mr. Thomas winced. "...I think we should move this to the other room. Tosh, I’ll need you to come with me." He led the way into the kitchen where a number of small crystal bowls were gathered and three champagne glasses with a bottle on ice. The bowls contained various sweets, including whipped cream, strawberries, chocolate sauce and so on.
    One by one, he loaded the bowls on the tray, finishing off with a quick wipe of chocolate sauce over both her breasts that had drizzled onto his pinky. Looking nervously at the glasses and bucket, Tosh was relieved when she heard her employer laugh, giving her a warm playful smile and telling her not to fear. He was all easy and warmth, showing her a side to Mr. Richard she hadn’t seen before and hoped she would see more often. Picking up the bucket and glasses, he led the way out of the kitchen and into his bedroom, and she followed him enthusiastically.
    Sitting on the bed was Mr. Thomas. His legs were stretched out in front of him, and he had exchanged his jacket for a smoking jacket. He looked more like a 70s playboy or someone’s interpretation of the devil. His pants were proudly tented, and Tosh desperately wanted out of her restraints and relieved of her tray so she could drop to her knees and relieve him of his blood rushing erection.
    "I think my little postulant was not expecting you tonight,” Mr. Richard said, climbing onto the bed and sliding up next to his friend. "In fact, I think I might have led her to believe that you were a woman." He broke a smile that told her it hadn't been an accident.
    "You dick. You really are one sick bastard when it comes to playing with people’s feelings." Mr. Thomas no doubt was surprised by his friend’s actions and was more besting a title on him rather than berating him. How many times had these two taken a woman for their plaything, and why did it bother her so much?
    Snapping his fingers, Mr. Richard gave Tosh a wave, and she instinctively followed, trying to balance her way to his side of the bed. Bringing a finger to his lips, he told her to keep silent while he gave his finger a dip in the chocolate sauce and turned to his partner to lick it off. Mr. Thomas never gave any indication that he enjoyed his own