Corporate Plaything

Ralph mesmerised her.

Enraptured her.

He slid his hand along his shaft, from base to top, stroking his cock with graceful motions. His eyelids lowered into a hooded state, but his gaze was as intense as ever. Those azure eyes of his looked piercing, bearing down on her, penetrating her soul to her naked, vulnerable self.

“Imagine,” he began, the satiny-rasps of his voice making her spine tingle, “that we’re in bed together, naked under the blanket, just us, nothing in between. I pull you under me and feel you all over. You shiver, but you like it so much. In fact, you beg me, you moan, you want me to taste every inch of your skin.”

The frank talk of sex sounded corny, but strangely arousing. Anna pushed her fingers deeper until the pad of her palm smashed against her vulva. Her pussy clenched, the tight rings of her muscles fluttering around her knuckles. To her surprise, she moistened luxuriously.

“Would you like that, babe? Me licking you? Tasting you?” Ralph continued, stroking himself faster. “You don’t have to twist my arm for it. Licking you all over is something I’ve wanted to do for a long time. Imagine how happy I am when you open your legs and beg me to lick you there. God, babe, and you’re so wet too. All that syrupy goodness as if you just can’t wait to have my mouth there.”

Anna unconsciously stroked herself harder, matching his rhythms. The aches in her pussy turned into something wickedly pleasurable. The hot, gut-deep feeling exploded in her depths, untainted morsels of ecstasy sparked like fireworks and burned everything before she could control it. She released a long stalled breath, faintly aware that her nipples had stiffened, aching like her clit as she ground and mashed her fingers in and out furiously. Her pussy made a thick, lewd sound.

“That’s exactly what I do, babe. I lick your lips. Lick your clit. Everything.” Ralph noticed her arousal. “But I still want more. I tongue-fuck you, deep and rough. I scrape you with my teeth. I suck. I bruise you, but it still isn’t enough. You need to be properly fucked. With my cock. So I could reach the part of you that my tongue can’t. Would you like that, babe?”

“Y-yes,” she replied. Caught in the brimstone that seared her alive, she finger-fucked herself faster and harder. Her muscles tensed. She wasn’t yet there, but oh so close, the aching want was maddening, it bordered on frustration. Her back arched as she looked for a deeper angle to penetrate herself, stroking to completion. Ralph’s dirty talk had burnt her.

“I get up and slide my cock along your pussy lips, bathing myself in your juice.” Ralph spat on his palm and continued jacking his dick, as fast and furious as she was. “Seeing you hot and wet like that makes me unable to control myself. I fuck you, slam my cock inside your tight pussy. I can’t believe how good you make me feel. I slam and slam again. I lose my mind. Fuck you hard as I can. I know I shouldn’t ‘cause I might hurt you, but God, I just can’t help it. I want you to come hard. I want you to scream. Come, babe. Come for me, ba—”

He hadn’t finished his sentence when it hit her. Anna climaxed hard. Her eyes widened in disbelief as a powerful force raked through her being, tearing her from the edge of her sanity. Her orgasm was so volatile when she passed its first tide, she felt as if she was clinging to a piece of lumber in the middle of giant sea storm, hoping she’d survive it. Her body quaked as tide after tide of pleasure hammered until she thought she’d lose her mind. She shut her eyes and surrendered.

God. Anna was speechless. She’d never experienced an orgasm so powerful before and it shocked her. Scared her. She wheezed out, opening her eyes.

Fuck. She’d made a puddle of wetness on Justin’s desk, flooding her printed résumé with her juices. Anna was mortified. “I-I’m s-sorry. I’ve never…”

What the hell did I just do? This is gross, embarrassing and…

“Beautiful,” Justin praised her unexpectedly. “A genuine orgasm.” To her horror, he ran his hand along her inner thigh and collected her dew right from the source. He brought his fingers into his mouth and sucked them with unabashed delight.

She’d never met a man who blatantly enjoyed a woman’s cum. As a matter of fact, did men really do that? Anna looked around to see if she was hallucinating. She half-expected Ralph and Matt to be disgusted with what Justin just did. She was wrong. They stared at her with fire in their eyes, as hungry as prey-deprived beasts.

Ralph let go of his cock. His hard shaft swayed as he grabbed her face and gave her a long suffocating kiss. Anna forgot her own name when he parted his lips to slide his tongue in her mouth.

The three brothers traded another conspiratory glance.

Justin beamed. “Congratulations, Miss Vincent. You’re hired.”

Chapter Two

Ralph sank in a chair after Anna Vincent left the room to freshen herself up in the restroom. “I can’t believe it’s really her. After all these years.”

“Tell me about it.” Justin didn’t want to believe it either until he finally met her in person. When he’d tasted her juice, he’d confirmed that Anna was their mate. The scent alone wasn’t enough. He had to be sure before he and his brothers claimed Anna forever.

Chatharnak, warrior nymphs, like them could sense their mate by her scent. Justin had been in a meeting with Marian Bancroft when suddenly he’d caught the scent of their mate passing by. It took him by surprise and he jumped fr

om his chair to hunt where the source of the scent was coming from, leaving Bancroft perplexed in mid-sentence. Then, he saw her, their predestined mate, sitting in Bancroft’s secretary’s waiting room, studiously filling out forms. She was a pretty, young thing even dressed in dull clothes and rather thick glasses, poring over a sheaf of papers as if her life depended on them.

He remembered standing by the door, restraining the urge to grab her and rip off her clothes to see if her alluring scent wasn’t just a figment of his imagination. But Justin was sure about it. There was no mistake. She was their mate, the sole reason he and his brothers had come to the surface world seven years ago. Whoever she was, she belonged to him and his brothers.

Later on, Justin found out her name was Anna Vincent and she’d come to Bancroft’s agency looking for work. Matt came up with the idea of hiring her as their double duty personal assistant in order to get her acquainted with the idea she was Azura’s future queen.

Raphael had disagreed. He wanted to claim her on the spot and bring her home to Azura. Justin favoured Ralph’s idea. But after a long consideration, he realised claiming her on the spot might scare her out of her wits. Anna was a human after all.

Just like their mother.

Justin had heard stories that it had taken several long, arduous months for their father to convince their mother that she was his cevborn, bonded mate. Like them, their father had gone to the surface world for his mate and had kidnapped their mother as soon as he found her. It wasn’t a secret that their mother had a hard time accepting her fate. Having to live among the humans for the past several years, Justin understood the human’s mind-set. Especially that most of them didn’t believe nymphs were real. Let alone understood the fact that sometimes, those otherworldly beings needed human mates in order to survive and further their line.

Justin nodded. “I thought the Sabian Seer had advised us out of pity. I didn’t think we would find her here. To be honest, I’d started losing faith.”