Adams, Cara - Make Me [Dungeon Masters 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Page 5

  Trini hid a grin. Tammy was right, but that could likely have been spun a bit better to please the men more.

  “We’ll be back at one to take you to lunch then, Trinidad,” said Kon.

  “I brought my lunch with me. I can bring a notebook to your office and you can tell me what you want me to start working on first while we eat if you like.”

  “That doesn’t sound good. I might get indigestion,” groaned Niel.

  Everyone laughed, and then the men drifted away. Tammy came and booted Trinidad’s computer up and she took out her notebook ready to start working at her wonderful new job. This was so exciting.

  * * * *

  It took him a little while to settle into his work, but Othniel did manage to accomplish a reasonable morning’s work despite his excitement at seeing Trinidad again, and spending time with her. It was strange to realize how very important she was to him already even though he scarcely knew her. Well, he planned to change that as fast as he could. Today he would kiss her. That was definite. With luck, he’d also get to touch her somewhere sexy as well. That was at the top of his to-do list. After that, who knew, but any progress would be good. More and more he’d begun to think that she was the one for him and Konstantin. An answer to their prayers for a mate from the Fates themselves, and to ignore her would be to ignore their only chance of ever being a family. Besides, she was funny, cute, and sexy. How could he not want her?

  He’d set his electronic calendar to beep at five minutes to one, so he’d have time to log off his work and be ready to spend time with Trinidad, but when Kon’s computer chimed at exactly at the same time as his did, all he could do was laugh. “It’s just another example of great minds thinking alike,” said Kon.

  “Of course.”

  Together they walked around to Tammy and Trinidad’s office to collect Trinidad. Tamara wasn’t there, but Trinidad was sitting at her computer, a notepad beside her, checking through something. She looked at them and stood up, picking up her notepad and pen, and her laptop bag.

  “You won’t need your computer. We’ll just talk about the work,” said Kon.

  “It’s not a laptop. It’s what I’m using as a purse at the moment because it’s got my lunch and my things in it.”

  “But we want to buy you a proper lunch. You can eat that another time, or just throw it out.”

  Niel knew he’d made a mistake when she stared at him. “Why would I spend money to buy lunch when I already have a perfectly good lunch?”

  “But we’ll be buying it, not you.”

  Niel shook his head. He knew that was a mistake as well. Kon should have guessed she wouldn’t like him saying it.

  “You could eat your lunch for supper and eat lunch with us now?” he suggested. But something told him that wasn’t going to work either.

  “Please don’t think I’m ungrateful for your offer. But I’m here to work. This is a job. You’re my supervisors. I shopped on Saturday and have purchased my food for the week. It’d be a waste to throw half of it away just to eat something different. Why don’t I wait here while you go and choose your meals and you can bring them here to eat while you show me whatever you want me to learn?”

  Kon looked at Niel. “A burger and fries?”

  “And salad.”

  Kon pulled out his cell phone. “Hey, Asher. Can I have two burgers and fries plus a salad, please?”

  “Ten minutes? I’ll be there. Thanks a bunch.”

  “Have you got any questions to ask us? Are there things about the programs you don’t understand?” asked Kon.

  Niel pulled Tammy’s chair across in front of Trinidad’s desk and settled back ready to help her, but it seemed to him she had an excellent grasp of what needed to be done. Kon went and collected their food, and then they all sat and ate at Trinidad’s desk, and Niel was amazed at the gentle and unobtrusive way she kept redirecting the conversation back to the work in hand whenever it went a little off track. They filled in a few sets of fake paperwork with her, just for her to practice, but really they didn’t need to. She was on top of everything already.

  Niel was mentally patting himself on the back for hiring the perfect admin assistant as well as one who made his dick stand up with interest. Sure, she was a bit determined. The way she’d held the line and not given in over letting them buy her lunch was amazing. But he respected her for sticking to her principles. Really, they were only trying to be polite. Not to change her lifestyle in any way.

  He liked the idea of caring for her. And that in itself was strange. Usually he liked to plan things and watch them come to fruition. But with Trinidad, he wanted to please her and make her happy, and if a brown bag lunch did that, it wasn’t really his place to change her ways. Even if it was totally weird. Why go to all the trouble to get up early and make lunch when there was plenty of food right here? It didn’t make sense. But if that was what she wanted, he’d learn to deal with it. But soon, very soon, he hoped to teach her to trust his plans and his scenes. His and Kon’s.

  Niel paid attention to the passing time. All too soon Tamara would be back to recommence her own work, and any chance of talking privately with Trinidad would be gone. They’d finished talking about work, she understood everything so far really well, so Niel said, “After work tonight would you like to stay back and watch the floor show for a while? We’d like to share supper with you.”

  Trinidad smiled. “What time is the first floor show?”

  “Seven. We could eat at six if you like?” suggested Kon.

  Niel found himself almost crossing his fingers in the hope she’d agree. But she had smiled so that was positive.

  “Thank you. I’d like that. But I need to home straight afterward to be ready for work tomorrow.”

  “Great. We’ll see you at six,” said Kon.

  Niel just smiled. Woof! But what he thought was that if she let them buy her lunch tomorrow that would save her half an hour preparation time. An extra half hour she could be with them. And if she let them drive her home again tonight, that would open up a world of opportunities.

  Chapter Four

  Trinidad couldn’t decide if she was smart or stupid to agree to stay behind with the men tonight. They were so very attractive and kind and helpful she felt incredibly drawn to be with them. But they were her superiors. She’d reacted automatically about throwing away her lunch, but she was still sure that was the correct thing to do. She couldn’t continue to accept gifts from them unless she was ready to accept a whole lot more than a meal. Right now she was very ready to venture down a new pathway, but she couldn’t. She was working for them now and needed to maintain a professional distance.

  Except that work colleagues ate together often, and even socialized after work. So where was she supposed to draw the line? If she wanted them and they wanted her, was it such a big deal? She did have Tammy’s word that Simon knew some HR agent or other who could get her another job if everything went wrong, so that was a sort of protection she supposed. And doing more with these men was likely to be oh so very good.

  In the end Trini decided to simply see what happened. She’d agreed to eat with them and watch a show. That was still well within the boundaries of reasonable after-work behavior. After that, she’d wait and see.

  Trini had wondered what form the show would take. Would it be singing and dancing just the same as at many other clubs? Or maybe a comedian, with perhaps more risqué jokes? Or would it be an actual BDSM scene between a Dom and his sub? Trinidad found herself hoping that it would be the scene. She was eager to see one in real life.

  She settled back in her chair ready to watch. Kon had led them up the stairs to the mezzanine level where they were sitting by the railing with an excellent view down onto the stage. It was strange. Already these men felt like friends, people she’d known for years, not her supervisors and men she’d known only for a week. The sense of affinity between them was very strong. She was relaxed and enjoying herself, really looking forward to the show. And afterwar
d. Oh yes, there was a hint of lust and expectation running through her veins for after the show as well.

  “Are you looking forward to the show, Trinidad?” asked Kon.

  He had to know she was. She was leaning forward in her chair, her head turned to watch the stage. But he looked so nice in his button-down blue shirt, the neck left open and the sleeves rolled up his forearms. Niel looked just as nice, his tanned, muscular arms on display in his short-sleeved collared shirt.

  “Yes, I am. I just hope the act isn’t a comedian.”

  “Why not? I mean, I’m ninety-nine percent sure it won’t be, but what’s your problem with comedians?”

  “I suppose I don’t have a very good sense of humor. We had a comedian for our work breakup party one year and I didn’t find him at all funny. The later the night got, the cruder his comments became until it was just disgusting. Not the slightest bit funny. Some of the men were still laughing at him, but I’m pretty sure they were too drunk to know what he was saying.”

  “What sort of things do you find funny?” asked Niel.

  “I don’t think I can qualify it. All sorts of things. Clever puns. Satire done well. People using another person’s words out of context to mean something else. Even slapstick can be funny if done well.”

  “I like puns,” said Kon.

  “Uh-huh. What kind of puns?”

  “When I think of a good one, I’ll tell you.”

  Trini laughed. He didn’t need to entertain her with jokes. Just being with them was really enjoyable all by itself. And as for the rest of the night, she’d see what happened and how she felt about it. Right now, she was looking forward to the show, but loving being with the men as well. And then the lights dimmed in the Stage Lounge as the stage lights brightened.

  A man dressed as a Dom appeared, accompanied by four scantily clad women each holding several whips and other toys. Trini watched them carefully as they formed a line for the Master.

  “A Master needs to know all about his toys. Too many people think it’s just a matter of grabbing a whip or a cane and beginning to punish their slave. But this isn’t so. Birch.”

  One of the women handed him a cane and bent over holding her ankles.

  “Birch is light. It comes from a tree and it stings.” He cracked the cane once over the woman’s butt.

  “A lot of people like bamboo but it’s very prone to splinter. It has to be kept moist, and oiling it isn’t good enough. It needs to soak in salt water.”

  The second woman handed him a cane and bent over. This time the stroke was louder than the birch.

  Trini watched fascinated as he demonstrated rattan, yew, plastic, and Lucite as well.

  “The cane must land perfectly east-west across the slave’s ass cheeks. Standing by the hip is the correct position and the master must change sides frequently so one side of the ass is not treated to harder strokes than the other. Always hold the cane firmly but lightly so it vibrates against the hand of the Dom as well as on the body of the sub,” concluded the Master.

  He then began using the various canes again on the different women and this time they moved around, sometimes standing, bending, kneeling, or leaning on each other in various positions. It was an amazing floor show and Trini was impressed with the way the Master and his subs had actually taught the crowd important facts about BDSM while still providing a lively and imaginative display.

  As the lights went down on the stage Trini relaxed again, only now noticing she’d been leaning on the railing eager to see every moment of the show.

  “That was excellent. I really enjoyed that. I learned a lot, yet it was incredible to watch as well.”

  “We could stay and watch the later show as well if you like,” suggested Niel.

  “No thanks. It’d be too hard to get up in the morning on a working day. Maybe on Friday, though.”

  “We can definitely come again on Friday, but we’re here now. Are you sure you wouldn’t like to stay on for the next show?” asked Kon.

  “I’m sure that right now I need to go home. Thank you so much for a wonderful evening. I enjoyed myself immensely.”

  “We liked spending time with you. Can we drive you home again?” asked Kon.

  Trini had thought about that request and decided to wait until the moment so see how she felt. She wanted to be with them, was eager to kiss them goodnight. They aroused and pleased her on so many levels that she had to say yes.

  “Thank you. I’d like that.”

  * * * *

  As they walked to the car, Kon tried hard to think of a gentle way to ask Trinidad about her thoughts on BDSM. Although her face had been turned to the stage, he’d been able to see enough of it to know she’d enjoyed the show and hadn’t been disturbed or upset about it. Her eyes had been alight with interest and her face calm and positive, not condemnatory. So that was all good. Of course, she would hardly have accepted a job in a BDSM club if she’d really hated the lifestyle, so that was another positive. But what he needed to know now was what she herself, personally thought about BDSM activities. Had she tried them before? Would she like to try them? Was she looking for a Dom for herself? Or did she just think it was fine for “other people” to engage in but not right for her?

  Kon was determined that he’d kiss her tonight. Hopefully he’d get to do a whole lot more than kiss her. But until he knew her thoughts, it was damn difficult to know how to proceed.

  Niel was driving, so Kon angled his body in the backseat to get the best possible view of Trinidad’s face. “Trinidad, what do you know about BDSM?” he asked.

  “Personally? As in my own personal experience? Nothing.”

  “How about in other ways than personal experience then?” asked Niel.

  Kon was pleased his friend had joined in the conversation. He was also glad that she hadn’t been another man’s sub. She was theirs, his and Niel’s, and he wanted them to teach her and train her and bring her to exquisite pleasure.

  “I read romance novels. I’ve looked at a few websites to better understand things I’ve read. But I don’t know much. However, I’m interested in what I’ve read. Which is not to say I plan on jumping right into a dungeon. But I’m not opposed to the idea of punishment for pleasure.”

  Kon felt his heart pump harder and his cock lengthen in expectation. That was possibly the best result ever. She was treating the matter seriously. Not just racing into BDSM without due thought, or on some wild crazy whim, but choosing to make a genuine decision based on facts. All of which was an ideal response for him and Niel.

  “When you say you’ve thought about it, what kind of things do you think might appeal to you?” asked Kon.

  Her voice was thoughtful and soft. She really had put some effort into her decision-making, which was perfect news for them.

  “I don’t think I’d want to start with anything extreme. Maybe some spanking, or whipping, or flogging. I don’t think I’d like to be tied up, blindfolded, and gagged all at once. I think I’d need some of my senses available to me so I could acknowledge if it was more than I was ready for.”

  “That’s very sensible of you. Have you picked out a safe word?” asked Niel as he turned into the parking lot of her apartment building.

  “Oh yes. I had a lot of fun choosing one that suited me and couldn’t be mistaken by the Dom for something else.”

  Kon smiled at her reply, noticing that she hadn’t told them what the word was, while he was trying to find an empty parking space for them. The next part of his plans for the evening involved all three of them going up to Trinidad’s apartment, and that implied leaving the car somewhere that was both safe and legal. Which didn’t look easy right now. Niel drove up and down the rows, but every space was filled.

  “I don’t have a reserved parking space,” Trinidad said.

  He remembered she’d told them that before.

  “I’ll let you both off by the front door and then find a park out on the road somewhere,” Niel said.

  He continu
ed driving around, but there were no vacant spaces, so he did as he’d said.

  “Is it always this hard to find a place to park?” asked Kon as they watched Niel drive out of the area and turn right.

  “I don’t have a car so I can’t really comment. I do know the price of a parking space isn’t cheap, but I haven’t heard anyone say they didn’t buy one.”

  “I don’t understand why you don’t automatically get a parking space with each apartment.”

  “I don’t know the reasoning behind it. All I know is that it costs extra.”

  “Ouch. That’s harsh.”

  “You’re an accountant. I thought ‘user pays’ was the accountant’s mantra.”

  He laughed but he shook his head. “It can work the other way. By advertising all the extra benefits included in a deal that makes one company sound much better than everyone else.”

  “Uh-huh. Like those signs in the fresh food department. ‘All natural. No added fats or sugar.’”

  “Hey. It’s the truth.”

  “Oh look. Here comes Niel. He must have found a place to park not too far away.”

  Together the three of them walked inside the lobby of Trinidad’s apartment building. Kon tried to look at everything without making it obvious. He didn’t want to seem rude. He just wanted to learn everything he could about the woman he wanted so much.

  When they reached her floor, she unlocked the door of her apartment and stepped inside, placing her laptop bag on a table right near the door and then leading the way into her living room and turning on some lights.

  It was a friendly room, Kon decided. Not particularly girly or feminine, but welcoming and a place where a person could relax. Right now, however, it was time to see how far Trinidad was prepared to go to welcome him and Niel.

  “Can we kiss you?” asked Niel.

  “I’d be quite disappointed if you didn’t.”

  Kon smiled. Yeah, he’d be disappointed if she didn’t let them as well. Since Niel had asked, it only seemed fair to let him go first. Kon wasn’t meaning to be a pervert, but he did need to watch to see what Trinidad liked and what she didn’t. It was all very well to say they should be given some privacy, but what if he just perpetuated the same errors as Niel? That would be a total failure on both their behalves. But he kept his gaze on Trinidad, not on Niel, as his concession to his friend’s privacy.