Page 29 of Virginity Sold

There are three chairs directly across from the bed with a cushion on the floor in front of each.

“I want you to stand in front of the bed.” Liam removes his jacket, placing it on the dresser by the door. I do as he asks, nervously making my way to where he said.

I face the bed, not knowing what he wants me to do.

“Elena, I need you facing us,” he orders

When I turn around, they’ve all removed their jackets and stand before me, each in front of a chair, left in only their dress pants and either a crew neck shirt in Kyrian’s case or button-ups for the other two. It’s then I notice that only Killian and Liam are wearing shoes.

“Slip off your heels,” Liam orders as he sits in the middle chair, Kyrian and Killian sit on either side of him.

It’s the first time I’m thankful to take something off. These heels have been killing me since the moment I put them on. I’m more than happy to remove them. There are no straps, so it’s easy to slip my feet out of them. My coordination and balance are lacking, however, and I nearly fall. If this keeps up, they’re going to think I don’t know how to walk.

“Good girl, now remove your lingerie. I want to see what a ten-million-dollar body looks like.” Liam’s dark eyes rake down my body as he drags his thumb across his lips.

My breath hitches and my pulse races at his praise and the thought that I’m going to be completely naked in front of them. I’ve never been completely nude in front of a man. I close my eyes and count to five, shaking the nervous energy off. When I open my eyes slowly with a renewed sense of confidence, I know this weekend is going to change everything for me. It’s a means to improve things for Mama and me. And I’ll do anything to make that happen.

I unhook the garter clips then take hold of the lacey fabric and pull it over my head, dropping it on the floor. The next thing to go is the fishnet leggings, leaving me in nothing but the white thong.

I pause, taking a moment to peer up at them. All six eyes are firmly fixed on me as they lounge in their chairs. Kyrian’s hand is cupping his dick, and knowing that I’m affecting him does something to me.

Slipping my fingers under the band of my thong, I slide the thin fabric down my legs until it drops to the floor.

“She's gorgeous, Uncle!” Kyrian exclaims as he adjusts how he’s sitting in his chair.

“She is a vision, Kyrian. Her body is perfect.” I preen under Liam’s praise.

“Little Mouse, come and kneel on the pillow before me.” I take a couple of steps toward him and lower myself on the black pillow. The cold, satiny material feels soothing against my hot skin.

“A perfect submissive.” Killian’s deep voice penetrates my ears. I wish I knew what he meant.

“Good girl, keep your head lowered and spread your legs slightly so that I can see your bare pussy.” I do as Liam instructs, eager to please him. “Relax your arms and place your hands on your thighs, palm up. This is how I want you to be anytime I ask you to come to this room. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“My little mouse is such a good girl.” They sit there for the next twenty minutes talking while I kneel, not moving. Craving to be exactly what they want—a good little girl.

The longer I kneel here, knowing their eyes are on me, the more my core throbs. One that I’ve only ever taken care of myself. My fingers itch to touch my clit and rub, allowing my orgasm to take over me, but I don’t.

“Look at her pussy glisten. She loves being our dirty little good girl. Don’t you, Cookie? Does your pussy ache for us to touch it?” Killian sits forward in his chair.

“Yes,” I answer without having to think about it. These men are doing something to me I never imagined before and they haven’t even touched me.

“Good girl. I need you to stand and move over to the bed. Then get on it and lie down in the middle.” Standing slowly, my legs still wobbly from kneeling in the same position for so long, I carefully make my way over to the bed.

The comforter is soft, and the bed is heavenly; maybe I can take some of the money and get one just like this. I just need to remember to ask them what kind it is before the weekend ends. Crawling to the center of the bed, I lie down on my back.

I hear them moving, and Kyrian pops into my view about a minute later. “Hey there, Sunshine. I need you to remind me of your safe word so that I know you remember it.”

“It’s carrot,” I breathe shakily.

“That's it.” He leans down and kisses me softly on my lips. There’s no tongue, just soft and gentle, almost as if he’s assuring me when he takes my virginity he’ll do it in the same way.

He takes hold of my hand and pulls it up, wrapping a cuff around my wrist tightly, before moving to the foot of the bed and doing the same to my ankle. My anxiety starts building so I take a deep breath, then blow it out slowly. I repeat this three times, then count to five in my head to calm myself. It’s not until I open my eyes that I realize I now have all four limbs restrained, completely at their mercy.

My life is now in their hands.

The bed dips beside me and I turn to look. Killian’s knee rests on the edge. He has a metal container in his hand, cradling it close to his body as he climbs onto the bed beside me.

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