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  On Her Knees

  The Office Slave, Volume 3

  Opal Carew

  No submissive has ever broken through his carefully erected barrier of indifference.

  Until now.

  Praise for The Office Slave

  5 Stars!

  Very well written, makes you feel as if you could be one of the characters in this story. I like how they don't cut her any slack and make her fantasy come true with a bang.

  Annette

  5 Stars!

  Totally HOT and sexy!

  I loved it. Where were my friends like this when I was single? Holy mother! I hope there's a sequel. I want to see how it works out with the big boss. :)

  Slinkydennis

  4 Stars!

  Exciting and Intriguing

  Exciting and intriguing book, as always kept the sizzle throughout the whole novel. I could not put the book down till I finished reading it all.

  Leslie

  On Her Knees

  Copyright 2014 Opal Carew

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  This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this story are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  First edition: August 2014

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  To the real Mr. Grant

  ...and the secrets no one knows

  On Her Knees

  Opal Carew

  Sylvia knocked on the double door and waited. A moment later, the door opened. Her breath caught at the sight of Mr. Grant, so tall and handsome in his dark, finely tailored suit.

  “Come in, Sylvia.”

  She stepped inside, a little intimidated by the large, luxurious suite. Four men relaxed in a sitting area by a big window overlooking the lights of the city below, all impeccably dressed in expensive looking suits. They sat in beige brocade upholstered armchairs with tall high backs and wooden armrests.

  She had half-expected the men Mr. Grant wanted her to entertain to be his business partners, simply role-playing. But these men were all strangers. And like Mr. Grant’s partners, they were all very handsome.

  Her original fantasy had been to be slave to several business partners in a company, just like in the erotic story she’d read, and her friend had arranged to have that come true by sending her to Mr. Grant’s partners.

  Then Mr. Grant had offered to make her obvious desire to be in a Dominant-submissive relationship a reality. Now things were moving to a whole new level.

  The chairs were arranged around one side of an oval coffee table, facing a couch, which sat empty. As she followed Mr. Grant into the room, the man sitting on the far left attracted her eye. He was taller than the others and had a strong, square jaw, like Mr. Grant’s. His penetrating blue eyes watched her with interest, gliding down her body in a way that made her breath catch.

  Mr. Grant sat down on the couch and she stood by his side, a little uncertainly. She wouldn’t sit down without his permission, and he didn’t give it.

  “Sylvia, this is Mr. Robertson, Mr. Jacobs, Mr. Smith, and Mr. King,” he said as he gestured from right to left.

  “Hello.” She kept her gaze slanted to the floor as she nodded.

  “So, is this your surprise, Grant?” Mr. Robertson gazed at her with a smile.

  “Yes, this is Sylvia. She’ll help make the evening more interesting.”

  “I’m all for more interesting,” Mr. Jacobs said, his heated gaze sending tremors through her.

  “She is every bit as beautiful as you claimed.” Mr. Smith gazed at her with a smile.

  Mr. Grant sat further back on the couch and widened his legs. “Come and sit here, Sylvia.” He took her hand and drew her in front of him and she perched on the couch, between his legs, facing the other men.

  “I think it’s warm enough in here that you don’t need your jacket,” he said as he reached around and unfastened the button on her suit jacket, then drew it from her shoulders.

  His touch, as always, sent need rippling through her.

  She drew her arms from the sleeves and he laid it on the couch beside them.

  She was very aware of his powerful legs cradling her, the heat of his big body behind her, and his hand resting lightly on her hip.

  “Sylvia, my business associates and I have just agreed upon a new business venture, and have just signed the contracts. Now we want to celebrate.” He leaned a little closer, his breath a gentle wisp against her ear as he spoke. “We’d like you to help us do that. Would you like that?”

  “Yes, Mr. Grant,” she said breathlessly.

  His arms slid around her again and she trembled as his big fingers flicked open the top button of her blouse, then the next. Every man watched as the fabric parted. Slowly. Flashing hints of the black lace of her bra underneath. Once he released the last button, he drew the fabric open, revealing her lace-clad breasts.

  The silk slid from her shoulders and down her arms, then he drew it from her and tossed it aside.

  “Stand up, Sylvia.”

  She obeyed, goose bumps dancing across her skin. Mr. Grant released the button of her skirt, then she felt the zipper slide down.

  “Take off your skirt, Sylvia.”

  She pushed it down her hips, then let it fall to the floor. She wore a thong, as he had instructed her to do, so her naked ass was right in front of Mr. Grant’s face. How she longed for him to stroke her naked cheeks. To lean in and kiss her round flesh, and stroke his whisker-roughed cheek along her skin.

  He leaned down and she stepped out of the skirt so he could pick it up, then toss it on the other clothing beside him. He wrapped his hands around her waist.

  “Sit.”

  She sat down, intensely aware of the heat of his body, his strong thighs on either side of her legs, his solid chest behind her. He released the clip holding up her hair, then stroked her hair back over her shoulder. Tingles danced along her skin at his touch.

  He grasped her knees and pressed her thighs to his, then widened his legs, drawing hers open, too. All of the men but Mr. King stared at the tiny patch of black silk that covered her pussy. Mr. King, however, watched her face. Her cheeks flushed with excitement, and a little embarrassment at being the center of attention like this.

  “Let’s start with you, Robertson. What would you like Sylvia to do for you?” Mr. Grant asked.

  Mr. Robertson smiled, his gaze never leaving her pussy. “Oh, I know exactly what I’d like her to do, but it goes beyond the rules you’ve imposed.”

  “But I’ve also left a great deal open to you,” Mr. Grant said.

  “Yes, you have.” Mr. Robertson’s gaze shifted to her face. “First of all, I’d like to see her breasts.”

  Her breath held when she felt Mr. Grant’s fingers at her back, then her bra released. He stripped it off, exposing her breasts to the men. Their gazes all locked on her naked chest, and her nipples hardened under their scrutiny.

  “Beautiful,” Mr. Robertson said. “Now I’d like her to touch them.”

  She raised her hands to her breasts and stroked her hard nipples, teasing them with her fingertips. Mr. Robertson’s gaze locked on her fingers. Heat washed through her.

  She could see his erection pushing at his suit pants. His hand dropped to his cock and he stroked it through the fine wool fabric.


  “Now, Sylvia, go over to Mr. Robertson.”

  “Of course, Sir.”

  She stood up and walked toward Mr. Robertson, who watched her approach with craving in his eyes.

  She stopped in front of him, so close his knees brushed her legs. In awe, he reached for her, cupping his big hands over her naked breasts. She heard his satisfied murmur as he squeezed her, then his thumbs stroked over her hard nubs. Her breathing accelerated as her nipples ached for more.

  He drew his hands away and just stared at her peaked nipples, admiring.

  “Now I want you to touch me,” he murmured.

  Mr. Robertson watched as she knelt in front of him. She ran her hand over his hard chest, feeling the taut abdominals below the shirt. He drew her hand down and rested it on the thick ridge under his pants.

  She stroked it, then slowly pulled down his zipper. When she slid her hand inside the flap of his cotton underwear, she was surprised at how hot and hard his rigid flesh was. She wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft and he groaned. She freed it from its confines and stared at it. It was big and solid, throbbing in her grip.

  She brought her mouth to his tip and pressed her lips to the hot flesh. She lapped her tongue over him, tasting the salty drop of precum. She wrapped her lips around him and started to move slowly down his shaft, but he groaned and pressed his hand to her head and pushed her deeper on him. She squeezed him in her mouth, eliciting another groan, then took him deeper still.

  She drew back, then glided down again.

  He wrapped both his hands around her head and guided her up and down to the rhythm he wanted. Clearly, the man was very close already. He sped up, guiding her faster, and within seconds, he stiffened and erupted inside her mouth. Some spilled from her lips, but she swallowed and sucked until he emptied himself, then slid from her lips.

  “Fuck, that was fantastic.”

  She gazed up at him and he smiled.

  “Thank you, Sylvia.”

  She nodded, then stood up and glanced at the other men still waiting their turns.

  Both Mr. Jacobs and Mr. Smith stood up and walked toward her. Mr. Jacobs stepped behind her and cupped her breasts, drawing her back against his solid body. His hands closed and opened on her breasts, kneading them to new heights of pleasure. Mr. Smith stepped in front of her and cupped her face, then kissed her. His tongue glided into her mouth and he explored with gentle, sweeping strokes.

  Her nipples sparked with pleasure as Mr. Jacobs teased them with his fingertips, and her inner passage tightened with a deep craving to be filled by a big, hard cock.

  Mr. Smith released her mouth and kissed down her neck, then he pressed aside one of Mr. Jacobs’ hands and took her nipple in his mouth. A soft murmur escaped her lips as his tongue stroked her aching nub, then he suckled.

  Mr. Jacob circled to the front of her, his big arm around her back, and he took her other nipple in his mouth. The two of them sucked and licked her until she moaned out loud.

  Mr. Jacobs’ hand slid over to her ass and cupped it. He drew her close to his body and she had to stop herself from arching her hips against his hard chest. Mr. Smith’s hand glided down her stomach, toyed with her navel, then slid lower. Her pussy ached with the need to feel his fingers glide over it. But he stopped at the top of her panties, seeming to hesitate. She arched against his hand, pushing his fingertips against the very top of her pussy. He quickly drew his fingers upward again.

  Mr. Robertson had mentioned something about rules. Clearly, Mr. Grant had forbidden them from crossing certain lines, and her panties were probably the definition of those lines.

  Mr. Smith’s mouth released her hard nipple and he stepped back, but took her hand and drew her with him. She slipped from Mr. Jacobs’ mouth, too, and both breasts ached for their continued attention. Mr. Smith sat down and Mr. Jacob sat beside him.

  “Do both of us at the same time,” Mr. Jacobs said.

  She knelt in front of Mr. Jacobs, conscious of Mr. Smith’s knees right beside her. She glanced up at Mr. Smith and he nodded.

  She stroked Mr. Jacobs’ crotch and reached for Mr. Smith’s hard bulge, too. He groaned as she stroked him with her left hand while stroking Mr. Jacobs with her right. As she unzipped Mr. Jacobs’ zipper, Mr. Smith unfastened his own and pulled out his long, thin cock. She wrapped her hand around Mr. Jacobs, loving the feel of the throbbing flesh in her hand, and drew his shaft from the fabric. He wasn’t as long as Mr. Smith, but he was thick.

  She wrapped her mouth around the big cockhead. Unlike impatient Mr. Robertson, Mr. Jacobs let her take her own time. She squeezed Mr. Smith as she swirled her tongue over Mr. Jacobs, then glided downward.

  Oh, two hard cocks, one in her mouth, one in her hand, sent her heart racing. Both these men wanted her so badly she could feel it.

  She moved up and down a couple of times on Mr. Jacobs, then drew back, keeping his cock in her hand, and shifted to Mr. Smith. She took Mr. Smith’s bulbous head in her mouth and glided down, elated at his gasp of pleasure as she took him deep into her throat.

  She alternated taking them in her mouth and stroking them with her hand.

  “Oh, God, Sylvia, that feels so good,” Mr. Smith said.

  Finally, with Mr. Smith deep in her mouth and her hand pumping Mr. Jacobs, she felt Mr. Jacobs stiffen and he moaned softly.

  He was going to come, so she glided off Mr. Smith and took Jacobs in her mouth just in time to catch his stream of hot liquid. His hand cupped her head and stroked as he erupted inside her.

  Mr. Smith was clearly close, so she squeezed the base of his cock to slow him down as she sucked Mr. Jacobs. When he collapsed back in his chair, she moved to Mr. Smith and swallowed him whole, then glided up and down. He immediately erupted in her mouth.

  Once he’d finished, she lifted her head and gazed at the two men who now sat slumped in their chairs, satisfaction oozing from them. She smiled and stood up, then turned to Mr. King.

  His eyes simmered with heat. “That was exciting to watch, Sylvia.”

  She started to walk toward him, but he held up his hand.

  “Wait.” He turned to Mr. Grant. “I would really enjoy this much more if I knew Sylvia was turned on.

  “Don’t worry about that,” said Mr. Grant. “I’m sure she’s enjoying herself.”

  And he was right. Sylvia was dripping wet and ready.

  “So you say, but I can’t touch her to find out.”

  Mr. Grant’s eyebrow arched. “Are you suggesting I let you touch her?”

  Mr. King smiled. “That wasn’t what you offered, and I respect that. But it doesn’t mean you can’t touch her.”

  Mr. Grant laughed. “Very well. Come here, Sylvia.”

  Excitement swelled through Sylvia at the thought Mr. Grant was going to touch her. Ever since she’d heard his voice on the phone that first time, offering to dominate her, she’d dreamed of him touching her. Hot heavy dreams that left her sweating and needy when she awoke. Even when she’d finally had her first encounter with him, and he’d been so aloof, watching her with his partners, and commanding her to do things to them, she’d longed for his touch, and when he had touched her, it had been exquisite.

  She walked to him and he gestured for her to sit in front of him again. She drew in a breath as his hands glided over her arms to her breasts. When his fingertips found her nipples, she stifled her groan of pleasure. She sat straight in front of him and endured the delightful pleasure of his touch in suppressed silence, keeping the calm exterior she knew he would want from her.

  Then his big hands cupped her breasts and he squeezed. She wanted to lean back against his solid chest and enjoy his touch.

  His hand glided down her stomach and his fingers dipped under her panties. A tiny moan escaped as he slid into her slick passage.

  “She is definitely wet and ready,” Mr. Grant said.

  Mr. King smiled. “You’re a lucky man, Grant, since it’s obviously you she desires.”

  Mr. Grant smiled. �
��That may be, but right now it is you she’ll pleasure.”

  He grasped her hips and guided her to stand up. She walked to Mr. King and knelt in front of him. She stroked over his big bulge and realized he was much bigger than the other three men. When she unzipped and pulled him free, she gazed in amazement at his tall, hard staff, veins pulsing along the side. He almost rivaled Mr. Grant in length and girth.

  Almost.

  She leaned forward and licked him, then opened her mouth wide around him and took his cockhead in her mouth.

  “Oh, yes, Sylvia. That feels so good.” He stroked her hair, then glided his fingers through the strands as she glided deeper on him. She went as deep as she could, then squeezed him as she slid back. She moved forward again, taking him into her throat.

  “You’re very talented, my sweet. Now just think about Mr. Grant behind you, watching your sweet ass so open and inviting.”

  Her vagina clenched at his words, wishing Mr. Grant would step behind her and stroke her ass. Wishing his fingers would stray to her pussy and push inside as she continued to suck on Mr. King’s big cock.

  “Imagine he pulled his cock out and pushes it to your wet opening.”

  Oh, God, what was he doing to her?

  “It is wet, isn’t it?” he asked.

  She nodded, gazing up at him with his big erection protruding from her mouth.

  “Fuck me with your mouth, my sweet, and imagine your loving Mr. Grant fucking you from behind while you do it.”

  She glided forward, his big cock pushing hard into her. She squeezed and sucked as she drew back.

  “His big cock driving deep into you.”

  Oh, God. Her body trembled with need.

  As she bobbed up and down, Mr. King continued to paint pictures of Mr. Grant driving into her body. An intense yearning built within her. As he grew harder, and closer to orgasm, she longed for Mr. Grant’s touch more and more.

  Mr. King was close and she ached for a big cock inside her.

  Then she felt the heat of a body behind her and felt a hand on her naked ass.

  It was Mr. Grant. She knew his touch.