Restraining the Receptionist: ... the Receptionist, Book 2 Read Online Free PDF

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