The Interview: Office Party #1 Read Online Free

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    “The small flogger, Black.”
    Flogger? What the hell? She tried to turn to look then, but Martinson took her by the jaw and pressed the tip of his cock against her lips again. Automatically her mouth opened, and he pushed inside, careful not to go too far. His breathing was harsh, and he grunted when she sucked his tip.
    Were they planning on flogging her while she gave Martinson a blowjob? Doubt ran through her. She’d signed up for sex—yes, she’d said rough sex was okay—but flogging? That sounded like the opposite of sexy.
    The sound of a drawer slammed shut behind her and she flinched.
    Martinson pulled himself out of her mouth and caressed her cheek. “Not to worry. You’re going to love this,” he murmured.
    He scooted back, staying on his knees, and her breath started to come quickly. Was she turned on? Scared? She wasn’t sure.
    She looked up and met Lawrence’s gaze, and he frowned. “Maybe just a spanking, then,” he said as if she’d voiced her concern. “But I’ll be the one delivering the punishment.”
    A long shudder of desire ran through her at his words, and when he walked around behind her, she felt herself drawing even closer to orgasm. Ridiculous—the man wasn’t even touching her. But it was true nonetheless.
    “What?” Black asked, surprise obvious in his voice.
    “You heard me.” Lawrence’s tone allowed for no argument.
    Martinson’s eyes widened, and his gaze locked on something behind her. Black?
    The sound of the slap rang in her ears, registering before the sharp pain from her ass.
    “Oh!” she cried out.
    Another slap rang out, and sharper pain spiked from the same spot on her ass.
    “Get her nice and pink, Lawrence.” Black’s voice was strained.
    Martinson sat back on his heels and locked his gaze with hers.
    She cried out at the next slap, but at least it was on her other cheek.
    Martinson smiled. And it suddenly hit her that he was watching her face. Enjoying the tiny bit of pain they were eliciting from her. She should have been grossed out. Should have looked away from him, or closed her eyes.
    She wasn’t. And she didn’t.
    Another slap. Another spike of pain. She yelped, and Lawrence rubbed the spot gently. A sigh fell from her lips.
    “I think that’s enough for today.” Lawrence walked back around into her view. Then, without hesitation, as if he did so all the time in his office, he unzipped his pants and pulled out the biggest cock she’d ever seen. Without a change in expression, he gripped himself hard and pumped twice.
    Her mouth dropped open. He wasn’t going to fuck her, but he was going to masturbate while his two henchmen did?
    I will get you to fuck me some day, Lawrence, she vowed silently. No matter what it takes.
    “Damn. She’s even wetter,” Black muttered from behind her.
    “The bra,” Lawrence ordered.
    Martinson moved back to her and undid her bra from the back, then pushed it down to join the rope at her wrists.
    “Knew they were nice,” he muttered, then he reached down cupped her breast, feeling its weight. Leaning close to her ear, he added, “Can’t wait to fuck between them. Come all over them.”
    Before she could wrap her mind around that erotic image, she heard the snick of a wrapper behind her, then felt Black kneeling between her knees. He pushed her knees out farther, until the strings of her thong dug into the side of her knees.
    Then he paused.
    “Fuck her good and hard,” Lawrence said. “Make sure she feels it tomorrow. Knows what she’s getting into if she takes this job.” His hand moved back to his cock and he started pumping it slowly. The tip was wet and she ached to take him in her mouth, in her body. Anywhere.
    Black pushed a finger into her then pulled it out to rub the wet digit against her sensitive clit. Soft, then hard, then soft.
    “Please!” she cried out, not even sure what she was asking for. But she needed relief—and soon. Couldn’t they see she was about to fall