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“Uh uh…” he said, pushing the blanket down and then removing the sleep shorts I’d put on.

It was probably a bit shameless, not wearing undies under my pyjamas and sleeping in the same room as a guy I barely knew, but right now, I didn’t care.

He tossed them over his shoulder and spread my ankles wide, settling on his knees between them.

“Well, look at that,” he said almost reverently, reaching out and running a single finger along the top of my thigh.

God, so close… “You are so wet and pink…” His fingers slipped between my folds for a brief moment, leaving me gasping in frustration, and he smiled when he saw the slick moisture on his fingertips.

“Please…” I whined.

“You’ll get yours, when I’m ready.” His fingers trailed through my pubic hair, the featherlight touch both tantalising and nowhere near enough.

I slammed my head back on the pillow, not caring that it hurt anymore, the ache in my clit almost seemed worse.

I almost screamed when his hands dropped down to my ankles, so far away from where I needed them, curling around them and slowly wending their way up my legs.

Every scrap of my attention was on those two points of contact, my breath coming in pants as he moved closer and closer…

Which is probably why we didn’t hear anyone at my bedroom door.

I nearly jumped when it snicked open, Finn’s head appearing in the gap.

Whatever he was about to say froze on his lips, his eyes instantly drawn to where Slade’s fingers travelled, growing darker as they finally, finally traced the length of my seam.

“I… I was checking to see how she’s going,” Finn said.

“Can’t very well check from over there,” Slade said.

I wanted to be embarrassed, to fight free of the belt and draw the sheet over myself, and be the suitably blushing employee I thought I should be.

But all I could focus on was Slade’s fingers slowly working deeper, spreading me open and…

. "How swept away do you want to be, princess? You really want to shake up those small-town morals?”

“Not like this,” Finn said in a hoarse whisper, shaking his head as if breaking a spell.

“I dunno,” Slade said. “She seems kinda amenable.” I closed my eyes and let out a long, hard groan as he pushed two fingers slowly, inexorably inside me.

That first stretch… I could feel his fingers push outwards, creating an intense feeling of being full.

A third finger came quickly afterwards, shoving in and out with long slow movements.

“Oh, fuck!” I cried, something tightening like a vise deep in my pelvis.

Right now, I didn’t give a fuck who was in the room, I just wanted something hard pounding between my legs, pushing my boundaries, giving me just that little bit more than I could cope with.

Those light plucking touches at my breasts, and that hard suction.

Caresses curling around my legs, flickering over my clit, dragging me closer and closer. “I’m gonna…” I gasped.

“Shh, princess…” was all I heard as I bit back a cry.

Those fingers pulled away from me, leaving me stranded on that precipice, so desperate for just one flick more.

Instead, Slade settled on the other side of the bed, his hand lightly caressing my breast but not enough, far from enough.

I made inarticulate noises of protest, but Slade just bent over and forced his tongue inside my mouth, his kiss hard and brutal.

“Look at him,” he commanded, pointing to the doorway when I lay there panting.

My eyes flicked over obediently. “He’s holding himself back by a thread.

He wants to drop to his knees and bury his head in your cunt…

” I squirmed as his words almost, almost conjured that feeling for me.

“Suck your clit, force his tongue inside you until you burst all over his face. Are you going to let him?” My eyes flicked from Slade’s to Finn’s.

I could see it, smell it almost, Finn’s desire.

His fingers were almost making dents in the doorframe.

“Can I?” he rasped.

I wanted it. Fuck, I wanted it. I was so close to coming, and it would be glorious, I knew it.

Ripples and spasms of wanton golden pleasure, taking me out of my body and…

As if knowing he needed to up the ante, Slade’s hand slid lower, spreading me wide before Finn’s gaze, his fingers a dizzying shift of sensations, pushing inside me, pulling at my clit, circling it with his thumb, smearing my wetness around with his fingertips.

It didn’t seem to have rhyme or reason to it, but my arousal was slowly ratcheting up higher.

“Answer him, princess, or I stop. You don’t have to say yes, but answer him.”

“Ah…”

Slade watched the indecision flicker over my face and then shook his head. “Fuck! Can he watch? I’ll make you come so hard, princess…”

I nodded. Both of them moved in unison, Slade going down on his knees between my legs, Finn to Slade’s chair.

I no longer cared what my boss did as a broad tongue flicked over my clit for a few passes then lips closed around me.

This is like a hate fuck , I thought as Slade speared his fingers inside me.

The three jammed in so quickly, it kinda hurt for a second, and then a pleasant burn started up.

“Oh, fuck!” I cried as he drew me harder into his mouth and curled his fingers upward.

When I came, it was like the rest of the world no longer existed.

I wasn’t a body inside a room with two other bodies, one of them sucking my clit.

I was this disembodied cloud of pure unadulterated pleasure.

I almost started crying, it was so intense, like the ache of getting your heart broken but so, so much sweeter.

I was dimly aware I was screaming, that my shoulders were hurting, that Slade was going to give me a beard rash of epic proportions, but I just didn’t care.

I was so high, I wasn’t sure if I could come down.

When I did, Slade was moving over me, dick in hand.

He released the belt from the bedhead, making certain the skin there wasn’t hurt.

Oh, yeah , I thought. I was soft and languid, and swollen with pleasure.

I was pretty sure I could go again without too many strokes of that beast. He knelt between my thighs, shifting until he could drag his dick over my over sensitive flesh.

“So wet,” he groaned as he forced his dick to rub against my whole cunt, from clit to the mouth. The bulbous head caught as he moved, my wet flesh trying to draw him inside me where he belonged, but he just kept rubbing himself against me.

“Fuck me,” I said, happy enough to tell him what I wanted.

“No.”

“Stop playing Slade. I’m aching for you.”

“Good,” he said, eyes snapping away from watching my body part for him.

“I want you to ache, high and deep inside you. You’re having a lovely time, getting lots of attention, no one really pushing your boundaries.

If you didn’t want this, I would not care, but I have considerable evidence to prove otherwise,” he said, jabbing the head of his dick into me for a moment, making me scrabble to try and force him deeper.

“Feel that ache and think of this over the next few days. When you’re ready to deal with your own shit, I’ll fuck you as hard and as long as you want. ”

He closed his eyes, bending over me and focussing now on the slip of our flesh against each other, refusing to push his dick into me, just using it as a means to rub against my clit.

He got me there again no problem, but as planned, when I came it felt somehow less as I ached, empty inside.

He shot his load across my stomach with a painful groan not long afterwards, pausing to catch his breath.

He looked almost sad as his eyes opened, and before he pulled away, he laid a slow kiss on my lips.

“You can watch her,” Slade said, getting out of the bed and grabbing his clothes after untying me.

I drew the sheet up with a shaking hand, unable to look at Finn as my arousal was trailing away. Well , I thought, there’s no secrets now. I buried my head down into my pillow and stared at the wall, not sure what to do.

“I spoke to Kelly today.” Oh fuck , I thought, screwing my eyes up tight. “She said if you’re interested in pursuing something, you need to come and see her. She has no issue, but she wants to hear it from you. She’s worried we’re all putting pressure on you.”

“Come here,” I said, patting the bed. There was a long pause, and then I heard a rustle as he moved.

I think he toed off his boots, and then I felt him lie next to me, making sure there was as big a gap as possible.

“I like you, Finn,” I said, not looking him in the eye.

I couldn’t get this out if I did. “I don’t know you very well, but you’re hot and kind, and you seem to have the respect of your team.

If you weren’t my supervisor, you’d totally be worth spending time with. ”

“But…”

“But you’re my boss, and I’m seeing just how woefully unprepared I am for this position. I can’t ride a quad, shoot a gun, or make up a dog’s feed bowl without looking at a recipe. You know I’m willing to try, today has to be testament to that…”

“Yeah, you were not in a good place.”

“But I think I’m going to fail the performance review when it comes up. I don’t know how I can’t, I can’t do anything useful. Unless you switch me to a cook or kitchen hand position, I’m no use to you.”

“Ah, Julie,” he said, pulling my chin up. “I wish I could tell you… It’s not going to be an issue, I sincerely think that.”

“Why?” I looked down pointedly. “Because I make your dick hard? That’s no way to secure a job. What happens if you lose interest?”

“I…” he frowned, rolling his eyes in frustration. “Look, the most important performance review you had to pass was Doc’s eye test.”

“What? Her ‘little project’?”

“It’s not. I guess you could say that this place acts more like a family. People who are a genetic match for the family, get to stay, even if they are completely useless, which you aren’t. People who aren’t would get to the end of the month, and a reason would be found to let them go.”

“My eyes… What the fuck? That makes no sense. I’m paid to stay here because of my genetic makeup? For what…to have sex with your family? Am I some kind of whore? Or is this… Is this some kind of breeding program? Is that what the queens are?”

Finn paused for too long, his face too carefully smooth. “No, of course not.”

“I have one of those implant things in my arm. None of you bastards are taking it out, not for any money. I’m not anyone’s brood mare.”

“That’s not what I mean! Look, it’s 12 more days to the full moon. It will become apparent by then, trust me. I’ll sign anything you like to say that no one will force you to have a child.”

“What the fuck is going to happen on the full moon, Finn? Finn?”

“Jules, you can wait here until it happens, do what and who you like. No one will force you, coerce you or ask you to do a thing until then. Once it’s over, we’ll know better what your role will be, just know you will have one.”

“Well, that’s clear as fucking mud. You’re asking me to take a lot of faith.”

His eyes went hard. “From what you told me, you were broke and homeless and worried about your dog. I’ve offered you food, board, a wage and free medical to wait here until the full moon, with a promise in writing that no harm will come to you.

If you want to walk out that door and drive away, I’ll pay out your wages myself and make sure you have a full tank of petrol.

Are you likely to get a better offer than that anywhere near here? ”

I swallowed my anger down. My heart was racing, and my head was starting to ache again. Finally, I said, “Can I talk to people? Ask questions? Go to the married quarters?”

“Sure, but don’t push them. You treat them with respect, and I’ll never have an issue with what you do. But you’ll report to me, once a day. Are we clear?”

“Fine.”

“Go to sleep, Julie,” Finn said with a sigh.