My Secretary, Her Fantasy by Eve Langlais

Author:Eve Langlais
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Cobblestone Press
Published: 2012-02-20T21:04:42.066000+00:00

Chapter Five

Isabelle found herself torn. Torn between arousal that her sub had shown up and seemed willing to explore and extend his boundaries. And fighting annoyance, for this change in plans meant her pleasurable activities with her master would have to wait. She craned, looking for Andrew, hoping to warn him before Grant caught sight of him. But Andy, who manned the door this eve, must have warned him, for Andrew had also donned a mask similar to that worn by the actor in The Phantom of the Opera.

She dragged a wide-eyed Grant through the lounge, stopping at the couch where Andrew sprawled. She sat down, but when Grant made to sit beside her, she snapped, “A pet does not sit on the furniture. He sits at his mistress’ feet, as is proper."

Grant's body went taut, and she could see a muscle working in his jaw as she for the first time in public treated him like her submissive. His willingness to please won over his need to be in control—for now, at least. He knelt at her feet, his head turning from side to side, taking in the sights. She allowed him this privilege, for she wanted him to realize he was not the only one being forced to obey and take up position on the floor. She also wanted him to see some of the delights that could be enjoyed.

Andrew leaned over and whispered in her ear, “What the fuck happened?"

"He followed me. What could I do?"

Andrew chuckled and slid a hand behind her back out of sight, but not out of mind; he made sure of that, sliding his hand inside the waistband of her harem pants. His fingers slid down the crack of her ass and toyed with her anus.

Isabelle squirmed. Usually, she would have been on the floor, where Grant knelt. It seemed odd to be sitting on the couch instead. As a switch, she played two roles—mistress with her own sub and sub to Andrew, her master. Honestly, she couldn't tell which she enjoyed more.

Grant finally turned to face her again. “What is this place?"

Isabelle yanked on his leash, and Grant fell forward. “Remember your manners,” she hissed.

Grant's face tightened, but he said the words, “Sorry, Mistress."

She loosened her grip and leaned back on the couch. “This, my pet, is a place for those that enjoy the kinkier delights to congregate and indulge in their pleasures. Do you like what you see?” She already knew the answer to that, the evidence visible as his cock bulged out from the thong she'd dressed him in.

Grant didn't answer, just ducked his head, his cheeks blushing bright under the edge of his mask.

"I'm going to show you what I want to do to you now, Grant. Are you ready to see what I desire?"

Grant just nodded.

Isabelle stood, pulling Grant up behind her. Andrew lounged on the couch with a half smile. “Come back when you're done, mistress."

Isabelle had to control a shudder. The promise in Andrew's tone... Oh my, this evening should be interesting.

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