punched in Caleb’s extension. “Come to Lydia’s office. Come in, then close the door behind you.” He hung up the phone. “What you need is a damned good spanking.”
“You’ve tied me up and now you think you’re going to spank me?” Lydia’s tone spoke of how incredulous she thought Nick’s actions were. “I’m not a misbehaving child. I’m too old for spankings.”
Nick reached down, grabbing the bottom hem of Lydia’s dress, and without any hesitation, raised it to the small of her back, exposing tan thigh-high stockings held up with a matching garter belt, and a thong panty that hardly covered any of her buns.
“Fuck, you’ve got a great ass.”
* * * *
Lydia’s eyes opened wide when the skirt of her dress was lifted high, and Nick said softly, almost reverently, “Fuck, you’ve got a great ass.”
Lydia tested whatever was knotted around her wrists. Nick’s necktie? She suspected so. There was some give in the silk, but not enough for her to free her hands. Though she didn’t want to admit it to herself, the silken bondage caused a burst of fresh cream to seep to her pussy. When she felt Nick put a foot between her own, then force her feet to spread a little wider apart, her clit started to tingle.
“You can’t do this,” Lydia said softly, the desktop cool and smooth against her cheek as she spoke. “There are people outside. Office affairs never cause anything but trouble.”
“Quiet.”
Lydia flinched and gasped when she felt the big palm slap down with a smack! on her bottom. She started to lift her upper body off the desk, but Nick’s hand was between her shoulder blades, and he easily pushed her back down again. She flinched but managed to keep her gasp silent as his palm came down once again, this time on the opposite ass cheek.
Lydia heard the office door open and close quickly, then heard the low, sexy chuckle that she had so adored in India, but was so dangerous to her willpower in North Dakota.
“Somebody want to clue me in on what’s going on?” Caleb asked.
“I’ll tell you what’s going on,” Lydia said quickly, with more vehemence in her tone that she felt in her heart, “Nick’s gone out of his mind.”
Nick said, “I can’t do it. I can’t simply walk away from her. I’m guessing you can’t walk away from her, either. It’s crazy as hell, the three of us being together, but who’s to say it’s not right for us?”
Lydia squeezed her eyes tightly shut, fighting against a tsunami of desire that washed over her when she felt the silk around her wrists, heard the sound of their voices so deep and intimate, and felt the tingling on her skin from where she’d been spanked. She was in bondage, helpless against two big and powerful men who wanted her, but they were inspiring in her a lust that she did not want to experience.
“I say we try to make it work,” Caleb said.
He stepped closer, moving to the side. Now Lydia could see him. Fearing that his good looks would strip away what little resolve she was fighting to maintain, she turned her face away from him.
“That’s my plan,” Nick said. “All you and I have to do now is convince Lydia that we’re the men she needs in her life.”
“That’s where tying her up comes in?”
“She was going to leave. I had to do something to make sure she stayed.”
Caleb chuckled softly. “This is part of that D/s stuff you had going in Dallas?”
“As a matter of fact, yes, it is.”
“Effective. Very effective. I get the feeling there’s much you can teach me.”
Lydia groaned in frustration. “I’m not listening to this. We’re not going to discuss anything. And, most importantly, you two are not going to convince me of anything.”
She felt strong hands at her elbows, and a moment later she was pulled to an upright position. When she looked down, she saw that her nipples, erect and hungry for attention, were making prominent dents in the bodice of her dress. Her mouth might