Tuesday, June 7

ATH: Juniper Bell

 Juniper Bell is our next author today! Woo hoo. Her second Receptionist book looks just as hot as the first one!

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Every deal has a loophole.

…the Receptionist, Book 2

Dana Arthur’s new job with the firm of Cowell & Dirk is going well. Translation: the occasionally kinky ménage with her two bosses, Ethan and Simon, has been several months of politically incorrect bliss.

Except the relationship feels unbalanced. While Ethan is the undisputed master, the partners’ iron-clad agreement stipulates that Simon must be present as she performs her “duties”. And she senses there’s a subtle, powerful tug-of-war developing for more than just her body.

Simon had agreed to share the firm’s fiery, sensually daring receptionist…to a point. With Simon out of town, Ethan plans a feast of erotic temptations designed to have Dana begging him to break the deal. He didn’t realize his heart would be a casualty.

Once she surrenders to his wicked demands, Dana realizes there’s no going back. It’s time for a three-way renegotiation…this time, all or nothing. 

Product Warnings
NSFW!! Do Not Try This at Your Job. Contains highly inappropriate workplace behavior including m/f/m, m/m, bondage, creative use of office space and a high-stakes trip to Atlantic City.

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By the time Punishment Day dawned, I was a wreck. I hadn’t gotten much sleep in between the crazed sex dreams. Taking my post at the receptionist’s desk, I reviewed my strategy. Shut up and take it, as long as Ethan stayed within the rules. In no time, the red light on my phone blinked.

“Come in to my office,” Ethan’s gravelly voice ordered. “Leave all your clothes on, please.”

Fully clothed for a punishment? That was new. Then again, it would have been against the rules to make me strip. Or would it? Come to think of it, we’d never spelled out the rules.

I tiptoed to the door of Ethan’s office. This was new too. I’d never been invited into Ethan’s domain. For all I knew, Blackbeard the Pirate lived in there. Or maybe Hitler’s body was stashed in the cabinets. I wouldn’t put anything past Mr. Ethan Cowell.

But it wasn’t anyone fictional or historical who greeted me as I opened the door. In fact, it took a moment to recognize her. Streaked blonde hair, splattered freckles, slim body set off with boobs the size of coconuts. Chantalette the Temp. I’d spent a torturous morning training her to fill in for me when I had a dentist appointment. And believe me when I say the dentist chair was a relief after that. She was useless. Even tied up, she looked lazy.

She hung limply from the coat hook on the wall, right next to Ethan’s trench coat. As if she’d flashed herself right out of the coat. Her fingers curled onto each other. Her pale skin glowed with a sheen of sweat reflected in the fluorescent lights. When she saw me, her first reaction of surprise was followed by a smug wink. As if to say, “guess all that training paid off.”

“What is she doing here?” I hissed at Ethan.

“I invited her. I spotted her potential right away. She did quite well taking your place. Of course, I had to do some re-training of my own. I was quite excited when I saw these.”

He tugged at the twin gold rings piercing her nipples. She moaned.

“You’ve got to be kidding. She was the worst temp ever.” Chantalette shot me an evil glare. I ignored it. “She has no experience. No skills. Unless you want your nails done. That’s her only previous job. And I’d only trust her with toenails. Fingers are too hard.”

“Shut up, Dana. I’ve got plenty of experience where it counts.” She sent Ethan a come-hither look. “Skills too.” She ran her tongue over her lips.

“You aren’t buying this, are you?” I hated the way Ethan was looking at her, raking her body with blue ice. He’d barely spared a glance in my direction since I’d walked in.

“Sit down, Dana.”

Ethan opened his desk drawer and pulled out a long peacock feather. Pure envy shot through me as he ran it along Chantalette’s torso, from her armpit to her waist, just barely brushing her nipple. Her skin flinched into little goose bumps. I knew exactly how she felt. That feather was one my favorite toys. But it was supposed to be for me, not Chantalette. Even though I had to admit, the deep iridescent blue-green of the feather looked perfect against all that pale skin.

“If you’re expecting me to go near her, forget about it.”

“Of course not. You have a job to do. Have a seat. I’m expecting several important calls today. I want to make sure they’re handled appropriately. Now,” he added, when I lagged.

From Ethan’s desk, I would have a front row seat for whatever Ethan did to Chantalette. I guess that was the point. “I’ll just go out front to the receptionist’s desk.”

“Oh no. I need you in here. I want to make sure you’re on your best behavior.” I glowered at him, but he responded only with a sunny smile. “I thought you’d be relieved that your punishment is so simple.” Sure he did. The cunning bastard. This scenario didn’t break the terms of our deal. Who would be twisted enough to think of it? Only Ethan. The peacock feather swept over Chantalette’s body with a hypnotic swishing motion.

I tore my eyes away from it and stumbled to Ethan’s desk. I sat down and picked up the headset he’d left for me. I got myself into position and waited for the phone to ring. As I suspected, I had a full-frontal view of Ethan and Chantalette, otherwise known as the morning performance of “Master and Slave-girl”. As soon as I took my seat, it was as if I ceased to exist. I’d been expecting some trick to become apparent. A vibrating seat cover or leather straps to bind me to the chair. Nothing. Apparently, all I had to do was answer phones while Ethan teased Chantalette into a state of frenzy.

Answer phones like a real receptionist? That wasn’t what I’d signed up for! I was supposed to be where Chantalette was, dancing under the maddening strokes of the feather. I was supposed to be the one he focused his entire attention on, like a lion tamer pacing a cage.

He undid his cobalt blue silk necktie and blindfolded her with it. She relaxed into the darkness. How I loved that feeling. That should be me, not her.
He ran the feather across her nipples, making delicate circles around her puckered pink flesh.

And my nipples got so hard they threatened to poke through my jacket. I shifted around to relieve the pressure and noticed the moisture developing between my legs.

Ethan moved to Chantalette’s other side. Even though she was blindfolded, she followed his movement. I knew just how she felt, hyper-aware in the darkness behind the tie. Senses honed to perfect alertness, waiting for the next surprise. He drew the feather across her pussy. She squealed and bit her lower lip. Her thatch of wispy hair didn’t shield her much from the stimulation of the feather, but at least she wasn’t bare-shaven like me. I would have felt every silky strand of that feather on my clit. In fact, I was pretty sure I felt it in my imagination, because my groin prickled with heat.

A sigh floated through the room, but it wasn’t Chantalette’s. It came from me. Now it was my turn to bite my lip. Did a ghost of a smile cross Ethan’s granite lips? Nope. For all I knew, he didn’t hear me at all. I was in the audience, not on stage with the stars. He put his booted foot between Chantalette’s legs and kicked them apart. Pale flesh gleamed at her crotch.

He took her whole pussy into his commanding grip. She sagged against him. He worked his hands, those strong fingers of his, deeper into her flesh. In case you hadn’t noticed, I couldn’t look away.

Little wheezing gasps of breath dribbled from Chantalette’s mouth. That brought his attention to her lips. He brought the pointed end of the feather to her mouth, ringed her lips with it and forced them to open. He dipped the tip against her tongue and made her suck it. When it was soaking wet, he brought it down to her nipple. It went on an excruciatingly slow meander around her hard little rise of flesh. Then he put the tip of the feather inside her nipple ring and tugged.
“Oh my God.” Chantalette’s moan had more energy than she’d shown the entire morning I’d spent training her.

“There’s just something about a piercing,” said Ethan. “Ownership. Possession. Permanence. I’d like to attach a chain to these little jewels and lead you around by it. Make you my little sex slave. Would you like that?”

From the liquid tainting his hand, I didn’t think she’d object. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish.

“Any thoughts about other piercings? Dana has resisted the idea.” He moved the feather on her flesh as if writing something, or searching for the perfect spot for a piercing needle.

She shook her head, then nodded, then shook it again. Interpretation—she’d have any thoughts Ethan wanted her to have.

“I’m going to untie you now.”
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Juniper is giving away a 5 dollar Amazon GC, so answer her question and your name goes in the hat.
Dana has a very naughty relationship with her bosses...but have you ever flirted at work?

24 comments:

Amy S. said...

This one sounds great and I really love samhain's warnings. I don't work so can't flirt at work.

Colleen said...

Had a crush once, but never flirted...

elaing8 said...

This sounds so good.
Yes I've flirted at work when I was younger.
elaing8(at)netscape(dot)net

Christina said...

lol well only once when I was just 18 or so and my boss was way older...like 40's I worked at a grocery store and stayed late lots of nights helping him do end of night stuff =)

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Tiss said...

This sounds like an interesting book. I have flirted with co workers, but never the boss.

tiss81@hotmail.com

SheriV said...

I've never had a crush or flirted with a boss. But I've been with my hubby for a long time.


smurfettev AT gmail DOT com

Pommawolf Emeraldwolfeyes said...

Great excerpt and I've just never worked where flirting was even in the mind set. Thank you for the giveaway!

pommawolf @ hotmail.com

Heather said...

OMG this book sounds amazing!!

I have to say that before I was married I flirted with every hot guy that I worked with..after I got married I flirted with my husband everyday as we worked in the same office building :)

flchen1 said...

Hmm... never flirted with a boss, only with co-workers who were safely out of my chain of command :) And Juniper, can't wait to read this newest installment!

Twisted Haute Mess said...

I had an office fling and we would be very naughty in the elevator. We'd even stop it all together. It was a very old building in LA, so when the office moved to a newer nicer one we'd fool around at lunch. =) I was 21.

Jennifer Mathis said...

i dont work but I flirt with everyone at some point in time so Im answer if i went I would lol

limecello said...

Flirted at work... once long ago but work "romances" are generally a no. And definitely not now since the only people I see are kids and teachers. :P

Chris said...

I dated a guy at work (shudder) a REALLY monumentally bad idea...

But I also met my darling husband THROUGH work...a very good idea :)

cdkros(at)gmail(dot)com

StacieDM said...

Great post Juniper!

I've never flirted at work because I was either engaged or married.

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Chele Blades said...

i work in a mostly male dominate field of aviation....so of course i flirt as much as possibly...harmless though

CrystalGB said...

Yes, I have. I went out with a guy from work once but we were better as friends.

Cathy M said...

I married my first boy friend that I met at work,long,long ago, lol, so the only flirting I ever did were during those early courtship days. Otherwise, I was never tempted.

caity_mack at yahoo dot com

joder said...

No, no flirting at work. It always leads to awkwardness if things go badly.

joderjo402 AT gmail DOT com

kog said...

Yep. Not too often, but there is plenty of opportunity as I am generally the only female surrounded by guys. It's something I enjoy every once in a while...

Juniper Bell said...

Hey, all you naughty work flirters! And all the commenters who know better, LOL. I thought I'd chime in here too. I have definitely flirted at work and lived to regret it. But not to the extent that Dana does, ahem! Good luck to all of you and thanks for stopping by!

Claudia said...

I am the worst at flirting so I've never flirted at work.

Kim B said...

No flirting for me. I work in a female dominated field and the few men who there - I'm not interested.

Tami said...

Sounds juicy! I've flirted at work but nothing exciting. Just harmless fun to pass the time!
Kitykatgirl1@gmail.com

Brandy W said...

Of course I've flirted at work. How do you think I hooked hubby. LOL He was my squad leader.

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