Anthea's Assignments - A Very Happy Anniversary Chapter 1
Anthea’s Assignments - A Very Happy Anniversary
Chapter 1: Chocolate and Darkness
The following day at the office was just like any other: filled with meetings to be scheduled, phone calls to intercept, and dinners to be confirmed. I was very good at maintaining my business mind, but occasionally I would see Mycroft’s lustful glare when he thought I wasn’t watching. His eyes would cloud briefly as a small smile spread across his features. For the most part I put the previous night’s excitement behind me, thinking that it was merely post coital indulgence, not that I wouldn’t absolutely love to replay it whenever possible -- hopefully with Greg in the room physically. But I honestly expected that their proposal was merely sex talk. That was until about a week later.
My anniversary with Mycroft was that weekend, and I had mostly forgotten the promises that Mycroft had made regarding my present. I knew that he had a special dinner planned and it was probable that he would have a gift of some nature to present to me; more than likely some lacy, silk thing he wished me to model for him. It was a bit odd at first when Mycroft would give me such gifts, but it became yet another part of our somewhat strange relationship.
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The first gift that he gave me was for my 21st birthday. It was the first birthday I had while under his employ and I had just become his assistant a few months beforehand. I was surprised and elated to be working with him at such a young age, but he said that my history thus far proved me to be the perfect person to fulfill his needs. That night he took me to a wonderful restaurant where we shared one of the best meals of my life. After dessert he gave me a beautifully wrapped box and told me that I couldn’t open it until we got back to the office. I had no idea what he was planning, nor did I expect to be going back to his office, but I was his assistant and birthday or not, work was work.
At this point I had a terrible crush on my stoic boss; he was everything I wanted in a lover: all business but with a deep sensual nature that overflowed into his everyday life. Everything that came into contact with any of Mycroft’s senses was exquisite, his clothing was always finely made from the softest materials. His choices in food and music were divine and it deeply offended him if any of these delicate senses were harassed by anything less than perfection. I hadn’t known him to take a lover in the few months that we had known each other and though I knew he wasn’t opposed to the idea, I had trouble imagining anyone in existence being perfect enough to appeal to his desires. But if given the chance, I would do my best.
Once we arrived back at the office, he dimmed the lights to a more appealing glow and told me to go into the private washroom and open my gift. As I headed towards his plush bathroom I saw him remove his suit jacket and tie, and stride over to the bar. The bathroom was a perfect reflection of his office: mahogany and marble, with gold faucets and fluffy towels. Standing at the vanity I opened my gift, trying so hard not to ruin the burgundy paisley paper. Inside the box was a beautiful handwritten note:
Anthea, my dear ~
I hope you have had a very lovely birthday thus far. Please accept this gift as a token of my esteem and respect for you. I would be very pleased if you would allow me to see
if it suits you as much as I believe it will. I will be waiting….
Mycroft
Unfolding the gold tissue paper I saw deep green silk and lace. A blush crept up my chest and I could feel my cheeks heat up as I took the fabric from the box and held it up. It was a sheer baby doll nightie with a see-through lace top and flowing bottom half. Nestled inside the fabric was a very tiny g-string made of similar sheer lace. It was absolutely stunning, but the thought of leaving the bathroom with it on was enough to make my stomach clench and my hands shake. As I laid the nightie on the counter and slid the box out of the way, my hand grazed across something else nestled within the tissue -- a small velvet box. My breath hitched as I drew it out. The soft red box in my palm shook as I pried it open. Inside there was an unbelievably beautiful emerald pendant so clear and green that it took my breath away. It was emerald cut and had to be at least 4 carats. I took it out of the box I held it up and my eyes began to burn. “Holy…hell…,” I whispered.
“Beautiful, isn’t it, dear?” I heard Mycroft say from outside the door. His voice shook me from the tunnel vision I developed at the sight of such a beautiful necklace. I stuttered, “Yes…it’s breathtaking.”
“I have a drink prepared for you. Will you be joining me shortly?”
I could hear the smile in his voice and for some reason it calmed me, allowed me to breathe and I quickly slid from my black dress and put on the sheer nightie. It turned out to be exactly the right size and I looked quite good in it. The top was far more see-through than I had imagined but the goddess style showed my curves quite well. Rinsing my mouth with some mouthwash and finger-combing my hair, I slid in to the g-string, took a deep breath, and came out of the bathroom.
“You were right my dear…it is breathtaking,” Mycroft said. His voice was dark and seductive, washing over me and making my heart leap into my throat. “But where is the necklace, was it not to your liking?” he said with a frown.
“Oh, no, sir, it was beautiful … I just hoped that you could…assist me…” Handing him the gold chain I turned around and lifted my hair out of his way. I felt the cold stone rest right in the hollow of my throat as Mycroft hooked the clasp. I could feel his warm fingers brush across my neck and then down between my shoulder blades, sending chills all through me. Dropping my hair I turned to face him.
“Thank you sir,” I said, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek. He quickly wrapped his arms around me and turned just enough for my kiss to land on his full lips. My whole body melted into him as his mouth opened and his hot tongue began to devour me.
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That was the first night that Mycroft and I were together as lovers. Since then he has surprised me with a wealth of lingerie, jewelry, and once or twice, a naughty sex toy. Each gift was shown off in the soft glow of his office after hours and was quickly removed or packed away as we embraced each other.
The night of our official 15 years together I was locking up the office before we were to depart for dinner, when I heard the security door hiss open. Mycroft stepped out looking smart as usual in a beautiful grey silk shirt and black pinstripe suit. The jacket was draped over his arm and he had removed his tie. The man looked delicious; I nearly stumbled getting back to my desk trying to avoid gawking at him. A throaty laugh told me that I was completely unsuccessful in that endeavor.
“Anthea, would you like to open your gift now or after dinner?” he asked, walking over to me.
“Well, sir…if I open it now, it might make dinner a little more…interesting.” I had figured it was to be some lacy number, so wearing it for him while in public might up the ante a bit.
“Hm…as you wish my dear.” He looped his arm in mine and took me through the door to his office.
“I put your gift in the washroom, please feel free to open it, but we have reservations at 8, so be quite quick.” Kissing me on the cheek, he taps my arse briefly pushing me towards the bathroom door. ”Off you go”.
Sliding through the bathroom door, I closed it and turned on the lights, and nearly jumped out of my skin. Leaning against the vanity, looking more attractive than my own memory recalled, was Greg.
“Jesus Chr-damn…” My voice went from surprise to desire upon seeing him stand before me. He had on a burgundy silk shirt and plain black suit, no tie, and a small red bow was pinned to his lapel. He looked absolutely stunning. His expression was at first apprehensive and then upon my reaction his features brightened and a wicked grin crawled across his mouth.
Licking his lips, he leaned in to kiss me on the cheek, grazing my ear and whispered: “Happy anniversary, Anthea.” My knees nearly went out from under me at the sound of that voice, the way his breath teased my flesh, god -- the way he smelled. It was all too much. His strong arm wrapped around me and he lightly kissed the side of my neck. The vision of him slowly tugging on his beautiful prick, the sounds of his moans, the way he looked at me when he came overwhelmed me. A sharp knock on the door pulled me regretfully from my memories. Mycroft opened the door and peered in, “I see you have found your gift. Lovely, hm? And you may open it…after dinner. But we must be on our way now.”
Pulling myself together I turned from his grasp and walked up to Mycroft, wrapped my arms around his shoulders and kissed him. My passion and desire welling up from my mouth into his as my tongue teased and taunted him. Greg’s hand slowly slid down my back and around my hip pulling me from Mycroft’s embrace. “We have to go,” he said against my ear, “We will be late for dinner…and you will need your strength.”
Letting out a shuddering sigh I walked past Mycroft and out to my desk to get my things. My legs were shaking and I could feel the desire pooling between them. How I was supposed to get through a meal knowing what was waiting for me later? It was unfathomable. And here I thought I would be torturing Mycroft through dinner.
Dinner was excellent, of course. We were shown to a very private room where Greg, Mycroft, and I enjoyed some good conversation and food. It was a rather abrupt change of gears. But I couldn’t expect Mycroft to try anything as crass as a quick grope under the table. He was, as always, the perfect gentleman. I was positioned between the two men and snuggled in the center of a cozy wrap-around booth. When it came time for dessert, we each ordered chocolate mousse and coffee, Greg at that point decided that enough…was enough. As soon as the waiter departed with our orders his hand slid straight to my thigh. The warmth of his touch sent heat straight through my body, and a blush crept up my chest and face.
“Now...Greg… not in public, darling… we don’t want to embarrass our special guest do we?” Mycroft’s voice was dripping with desire and the sound of it drew goose bumps across my arms. Greg’s palm slid slow circles atop my thigh as I felt Mycroft drag a finger around my hip to rest atop my other thigh. The two men were doing their level best to maintain the atmosphere of elegance above the table, but beneath it their hands were moving slowly towards my inner thighs.
“Mycroft, I think you know me well enough by now to realize that embarrassment doesn’t come easily to me,” I said with just a hint of dare.
“You here that Myc? I think we have been presented with a rather delicious challenge. We will have to see exactly how hard it is to embarrass her,” Greg whispered against my ear, his hand sliding down to my knee to slip just under the hem of my dress, then slowly back up again. Mycroft pinched the fabric that had parted in the wake of Greg’s hand, pulling it up just high enough into my lap to reveal just the top of my thighs. Thankfully the table cloth was long enough to be draped over me, hiding my flesh from the waiter’s imminent arrival.
Without pause, the desserts were set before us and our coffee served. Greg’s hand didn’t budge from my leg as he thanked the man who then quickly departed. In the darkness of our private room huddled into an oversized booth we were, for the most part, alone. Mycroft had arranged it in such a way that this was to be the plan all along. The moment the door closed behind the waiter, Mycroft gripped my thigh and pulled it towards him, spreading my legs further apart. Arching my back a bit, I slide my arse towards the edge of the booth, allowing my legs to fall against the men. Taking a bit of initiative, I slid my left leg atop Greg’s right and hooked my foot under his left knee giving him every indication of my … interest. I smiled wickedly at him then tucked into my mousse. Mycroft found this to be so wonderfully sensual that he actually let out a low moan as his left hand pulled the fabric of my dress up higher to reveal my complete lack of panties. It was my anniversary after all…why the hell not?
“Damn, Anthea…do you have any idea what you’re doing to me here?” Greg whispered breathlessly, while adjusting himself with his other hand.
“You should really taste the mousse Greg…it’s absolutely divine…,” I said, holding out my spoon to his lips. Leaning forward a bit, I could feel his hand grip my leg as his pinky brushed against my folds. Watching him was killing me as he slowly slid the spoon into his mouth, all the while staring deep into my eyes. The lust in my gaze must have been overwhelming, because Greg’s lids became very heavy and as I withdrew the spoon the way he licked those full lips was the most obscene thing I had ever seen. A desire-filled jolt went down between my legs as I watched him slowly run his tongue over those full lips. Putting the spoon down with all the grace I could muster at that point, I turned to Mycroft who could see the whole display and was obviously having a difficult time restraining himself. His eyes were dark with desire, a sheen of sweat had broken out on his pale brow and upper lip, and his hand clenched my thigh, pulling me further apart. I reached down under the table cloth and ran the tips of my fingers of the slight bulge in his trousers. He gave no outward acknowledgement of my touch with the exception of a deep sigh, as though he had been waiting all night for someone to touch him.
Leaning towards my neck, I could feel Greg’s breath dance across my flesh. His tongue darted out and slid up my neck to curl around my earlobe. “You should finish your mousse…,”he said. Then he bit down on my lobe, pulling a soft moan from me as I locked eyes with Mycroft. Turning my back to Greg, my hand rested upon Mycroft’s thickening manhood and I felt him twitch beneath the soft silk. God, how I wanted these men; they were making me insane with desire. I could feel myself becoming embarrassingly moist and my whole body started to tremble with my lust for them. Pulling himself together, Mycroft leaned in and took my dessert spoon, dipped it into the mousse and slowly brought it to my lips. Just as my mouth accepted the spoonful, Greg wrapped an arm around my hip and drove two talented fingers deep inside me. I softly held Mycroft’s wrist as the spoon slid out of my mouth and the wet chocolate danced across my tongue. I barely had time to swallow the sweet mouthful before Greg began to stroke my g-spot with his firm fingers and Mycroft dove into my mouth, hungry and driven, his tongue lapping away all traces of the dessert. I moaned deeply into Mycroft as my hips started to rock with Greg’s thrusts. Greg’s mouth was against my flesh, kissing and sucking across my shoulder, biting and nibbling up my neck.
“God…you’re so tight…so warm and soft…I can feel you throbbing against my hand, your clit screaming for attention… not … just…yet…,” Greg growled. At this point I was moaning into Mycroft’s mouth, rubbing his hard cock through his trousers, watching him come apart at the sounds of Greg’s words, and feeling myself unravel at his torture.
“I am going to have you screaming before I will even touch your clit, luv…My fingers aren’t good enough for that…I want taste you…feel you swell against my tongue…pull screams of my name from that gorgeous body as I watch you writhe and buck against my mouth,” said Greg.
Feeling Mycroft moan into me I sped up on his crotch as Greg dove deeper into me. Soft moans escaped from between our kiss, filling the room with our desire. I was so close to coming it was torture, my hips bucked against Greg’s hand as he continued to whisper into my ear: “Make Myc come, Anthea…Make him soil his pants like a teenager, suck his tongue like you plan to suck that heavy prick…hmm…Jesus…I can just imagine how his hard cock will look forced between those luscious lips…Your soft tongue lapping at him…tasting him….oh god ….make him come….NOW!” Greg growled as he reached up my back and grabbed my hair. The moment his throaty voice growled, Greg twitched the fingers inside me just enough and tugged so hard on my hair he pulled my mouth away from Mycroft’s.
Our orgasm built and crashed as I moaned loudly into Mycroft neck. His hips were grinding against my palm and as I was hurdled over the edge. Mycroft let loose a growl that threw us both into orgasmic abyss.
I could feel warmth flood Mycroft’s trousers under my palm, as Greg slowly pulled his fingers from my body. Tugging my hair back, Greg pulled me across his chest and kissed me deep, his tongue exploring my mouth, passion over flowing from his lips. I went limp against him as I felt him moan deep into me.
Pulling from him, I saw him lick his lips and moan softly once more. His arm was stretched over my shoulder towards Mycroft and as I turned to look at my seductive employer, Greg bucked his hips against me. Mycroft had Greg’s fingers in his mouth, sucking on them as though they were coated in the sweetest of honey, moaning as I saw his tongue part Greg’s fingers, suggestively licking in between them.
“Bloody…fuck…Myc….” Greg moaned into me. I was completely transfixed on Mycroft’s mouth, his tongue wrapping around Greg’s fingers, sucking them deep between his lips. Looking into my eyes, he actually winked at me. The sight of Mycroft bloody Holmes winking was enough to draw loud moans from both Greg and me.
Pulling his fingers from Mycroft’s mouth, Greg pulled away from behind me, sat upright against the back of the booth again, shaking his head and breathing heavily.
“Sir, I do believe it is time for us to depart,” I said leaning over to Mycroft, “I think one of us is a bit uncomfortable at the moment.”
“Yes, dear, of course. Why don’t you take Greg to the car and make him more comfortable. I will join you momentarily.” I rubbed my hand across Greg’s thigh. He came out of his daze and looked at me. His desire was overwhelming him and his face was a mask of tortured arousal.
“Come, Greg. Let’s see what we can do to help you feel more…at ease.” Running my hand over the rather substantial mound in his trousers, I allowed the desire to show on my face, my brow crinkling as I licked my lips and leaned in to lick his quickly.
“Let’s go, Greg,” I whispered. He pulled away from me with a deep sigh, adjusted himself once more and stood, holding an arm out to me. Mycroft came around the table pulling him into a deep and unbelievably hot kiss. I could feel the want flow though me once more; the way those two grabbed and devoured each other was delicious. When they parted they both heaved a sigh, as though each kiss they shared meant everything to them. It was amazing to see my boss so happy with Greg and for a moment I felt like I was seeing something way too private; sharing something with them that I shouldn’t be blessed with. That was until they both turned and looked at me. Desire was very apparent in both of their eyes, and they looked me up and down without disguising their lust for me.
“Jesus,” I whimpered as a strong shudder went through me. My whole body twitched and I grabbed Greg’s arm and pulled him towards the car.