Page 5 of Knot My Bosses (Hiddenverse)

Chapter

Five

Strong, thick arms wrap around me and lift me from the car before Beckett’s voice washes over me. “Before we get started, Sweetheart, we have an NDA for you to sign.”

“An NDA for sex?” I squeak, and his rich chuckle washes over me.

“It’s for your protection as much as ours,” he replies.

His steady steps are the only sound as he takes me who knows where.

My toes curl in my shoes as I imagine exactly what they would need protection from.

What I would need protection from…sure, if the office found out I slept with our bosses, there might be an issue, but I’m not telling anyone, even without an NDA.

He sets me on my feet, ensuring I’m steady before releasing me.

Then he takes the blindfold off. I’m standing in front of a large mahogany desk.

The huge leather chair behind it looks like it was made to fit Beckett’s large frame.

He pulls out a file. Opening the folder, he slides a bound packet across the space.

“This says that no party can seek out the other after this night is done. We are not looking for an omega, and I hope I can assume you are not looking for an alpha. One night of pleasure with no repercussions. We also are not looking for children, so you’ll be expected to take something to ensure that doesn’t happen—”

I cut him off, lifting my eyes from the legal document to him in his bear mask. It’s hard to hear him talking like he does in the office but then see him in his pure alpha form. “I’m on heat suppressants; it won't be a problem. And I signed up for this, remember?”

He smiles, satisfied with my answer. Then he pushes the NDA across the desk, a pen lying on top. He pauses a moment before lifting his hand off of it. “By signing this, we also expect that you will not talk about this night in any detail with any friends or acquaintances.”

I press my lips together. If they have everyone sign one of these, it could explain why there are no whispers of their personal lives around town. I’ve known for years who they are—even if I half convinced myself that I was wrong or that was in the past.

“My lips are sealed.” I mime zipping my lips and throwing away the key.

He releases the pen, and I pick it up, flipping to the last page without reading it.

I know these men well enough to know it will be ironclad.

They won’t miss any corner or fail to include any clause.

There are no loopholes with this. I sign the document with a slash of my real name before adding quotation marks and ‘Bunny’ next to it.

The most he can get from my signature is that my name starts with ‘A.’ I learned from the best of them how to sign like a lawyer.

He brings the packet back to him and flips to my signature, grinning slightly.

“Bunny,” he says with a chuckle. He drops the page and straightens before coming back around the desk.

My entire body tingles as he approaches.

My stomach does somersaults in anticipation.

Fuck, I’m really doing this. “Are you ready for a night you won’t forget? ”

After I nod, he leads me out of the office and into a hallway that my mind immediately connects to their large mansion from that party long ago.

How does a hallway bring that to mind? It probably helps that this hallway and the room at the end of it lives rent-free inside my head.

My breath stutters inside my lungs as he pushes the door open.

It’s changed a little since I was a peeping Tom.

They have more of everything. The walls are padded with a sound barrier, the same color as Ozwald’s irises.

One wall has a rack of what can only be described as toys.

At least I think that’s what they are for.

Paddles, whips, dildos with the largest knots I’ve ever seen, and various other items.

Wade’s helping Oz set up a padded bench that looks like someone would kneel on some padding and bend over it to be tied in place.

There are restraints in place for hands and feet as well as around the waist. My gaze goes over it all as Beckett leads me into the room.

There are other things in the space. One that looks like a person could be restrained, spread eagle, while another looks like some kind of swing with bindings and things.

My perfume spikes, flowing from my scent glands with pure lust, making it smell sweeter and mixing with their pheromones in the air. I’m positive they won’t have to lay a single finger on me before I orgasm.

“Come here, Sugar.” Wade motions me over, and I go willingly. “Have you experienced any kind of kinks? Do you have any of your own?”

I swallow and moisten my lips, shaking my head at the same time. “No, but I’ve imagined it.”

He gives me an encouraging smile while Ozwald stills and gives me his full attention. “What have you imagined?”

Being in this very room, tied up and fucked senseless by you three. My mind screams the answer that I can’t utter.

“Don’t be shy, Sugar,” he murmurs.

Inhaling deeply, I glance at the bench they are prepping. “I’ve imagined—” I trail off as my heart races. I’m really doing this. This is real life. I want to pinch myself. “Having my hair pulled and choking on a cock, while being spanked and fucked at the same time.”

Oz grins wide, his white teeth flashing, making him look like the wolf he’s dressed as. “Oh, Bunny, you’ll be so full of our cum before the night is done you’ll wish you never signed that NDA.”

Except, I don’t have to do much to find them after this… just show up at work on Monday. It sends a thrill through me that I’ll know something they don’t. The forbidden aspect has slick soaking through my bunny suit and coating my thighs.

“We’ll start slow, Sugar, ease you into our world,” Wade says reassuringly.

He closes the distance, his fingers tilting my chin up as he silently checks in with me.

“If there is anything you don’t like, use your word.

But if you need us to move slower, you can say yellow, and we will slow down but not stop the scene. Okay?”

Our eyes are locked on one another as I absorb his words. The permission to continue even if I’m not sure. I don’t have to stop it completely. When I nod my agreement, he slides his hand to the back of my neck and tugs me into him, kissing me hard. The floodgates have opened, and fuck, I’m ready.

He growls deep in his throat as he tugs on my hair, angling my head further back, his other hand like a brand on my shoulder as he works my bunny suit off. Another set of hands joins his, undressing me faster than I can have second thoughts.

When he steps back, my lips throb in time with my clit as I catch my breath. Beckett hasn’t moved from the entrance, but I lose sight of him as Ozwald peels my costume off, slipping the straps from my arms and exposing my chest to the three of them.

Instinctively, I cover myself, but Oz ignores my shyness and drops to his knees in front of me.

He nips at my stomach, earning a whimper from my throat.

His fingers grip the fabric pooled at my waist and tugs it lower until it is around my ankles, and I’m bare for them with everything but my barely there thong and shoes.

The latter of which he makes quick work of, tossing them to the side and slipping my socks off my feet.

The only sound in the room is our ragged breathing, and it’s the most erotic sound I’ve ever heard. Oz lifts my foot in the palm of his hand, then drapes my leg over his shoulder and tugs me closer. He inhales deeply against my lower stomach, just above where the band of my thong rests.

“Give Wade your arms, Bunny,” he demands, the words vibrating through me.

My nipples stand at attention, poking my inner arms still covering myself. I can’t deny his command. My cheeks heat as I lift my arms above my head, and Wade links my wrists together with leather cuffs.

A thrill runs through me as he attaches them to a bar above my head.

Curling the tips of my fingers around the cool metal, I gaze down at Oz on his knees in front of me.

He watches me, a pleased expression that isn’t quite a smile painting his face.

Then he reaches forward, looping his pointer finger into the band of my panties.

He holds my gaze as he tugs the material up.

The thin thong slips between my folds and he grins when the friction against my clit makes me moan.

“Look how ready she is for us,” Ozwald says. He leans forward, his tongue ghosting over the path of my panties, and embarrassingly, I jerk against him, squishing his mask in the process, the bar above my head rattling with my movement.

“Oh God!” I say. There’s nothing painful about that. In fact, if he continues even that slight touch, I’ll climax in less than a minute.

As if he can hear my thoughts, he tugs his finger up, my thong basically flossing my folds.

And if I wasn’t attached to a bar above my head, with one leg over Oz’s shoulder, my legs would have given out.

He lowers his eyes onto his handy work before lifting the nose of his mask up a little and leaning forward.

His teeth graze my clit as he sucks the material into his mouth at the same time Wade glides his hand over my sides, up to my breasts.

If my nipples get any tighter, I might combust.

“Breathe in, Sugar,” Wade whispers against my neck, the feathers from his mask brushing my overheated skin like a physical touch.

It’s so at odds with the pinch of pain that I cry out as he attaches a clamp to one nipple, then the other.

He chuckles and tugs on a chain between them, and I see stars.

I give him my weight as I lean back into him, and he tugs again, making the chain taut.