Page 11 of Three Rugged Bosses and a Clueless Girl

At first, she thought she had imagined it, but then she doubted herself. No. No, Marc wouldn’t have spanked her across her bare backside with his belt, right? He wouldn’t—

But then her world toppled over as a rush of pain exploded over her flesh, so blindingly painful that she had scared away her breath and became a panting heap of a mess.

Marc had taken his belt to her. He had truly taken his belt to her while Jake had bound her to the desk, and Evan had pocketed the lid of her perfume bottle for reasons she would never be able to guess correctly.

Marc was spanking her as if she were a child. Her shock was only outweighed by her outrage, but even that was outweighed by the howl that escaped her lips when he issued another three strikes in quick succession. She was sure she would never be able to sit again. She was sure the skin on her butt would remain inflamed forever and burn through her clothes, so she would walk around with her ass exposed. She was losing her mind—every part of it.

“You don’t go around giving your panties to any fucking bastard who asks for them, Michelle. Do you understand?” Marc punctuated his words with another resounding whip that pierced the tiny sliver of control she had been holding onto.

With that minuscule amount of control keeping her in check, her senses came tumbling down on her all at once. She immediately became aware of the heaviness in her breasts, her nipples so tight and sore that she wanted to cry or crush them to her.

Her control also kept her from acknowledging the wetness between her thighs, seeping down from between her folds. Oh god, she was so wet; she wasn’t sure if her scent had started to permeate the air or if she was imagining it.

She had to get a grip. She had to do whatever it took to have them release her and make them stop touching her.

“I will give my panties to whoever I want. You can’t tell me what I can do and what I can’t do. You’re not the boss of me... I mean, you are because you gave me a job, but you’re not the boss of my panties. Now stop spanking me and let me go.”

“We’re the boss of every fucking part of you, sweetheart,” Marc said so softly that she was sure he had said something entirely different. “The correct answer was yes; I understand, but you didn’t say that,” he continued in a normal tone, “which means you need a harder lesson to learn.”

She watched as Evan removed the perfume cap from his pocket and washed it in the sink in their office. He came to stand behind her, and she whipped her head around to see them, all three of them lined up in front of her naked ass.

“It’s going to hurt her if it goes in dry, although she fucking deserves it to hurt her that way. She’ll think twice about giving up her panties if anyone asks for them again,” Evan said softly, as if she couldn’t hear what they were saying.

“Yeah, but she’s still a virgin, and she could tear, but there’s nothing in here that we can use as lube,” Jake said. She blushed a thousand shades of red. How presumptuous of them to think she was still a virgin. She was, but it was still presumptuous.

“And we’re not touching her pussy, to use her wetness as lube no matter how wet she is. We touch her there, and it’s fucking over for us. We’re not doing it,” Marc said.

“Guess that leaves us with only one thing to do.”

Chapter Nine

The only thing that could be heard in the metal office was Michelle’s ragged sobbing breaths—her ass was still stinging for goodness sake, and she was never going to recover from it.

And then the sound of their zippers being pulled down blazed through her entire body. She jerked at the binds on her wrists. A flood of wetness dripped from her pussy, and her clit ached with such tormenting fervor that if she didn’t touch herself, she was going to explode.

She swung her head around to look behind her, and the strangled whimper that rose from her throat to her tongue didn’t sound like it came from her. It sounded like it came from her entire, needy body. What was happening to her? These men were her brother’s best friends. They grew up together. They thought of her as a pest on good days, and the rest of the time, they didn’t bother with her and didn’t care whether she existed or not.

How could her body betray her like this?

But the sight before her would remain etched in her mind until the end of eternity.

Marc, Jake, and Evan had removed their immensely large and bulbous cocks from their white boxer briefs and were spreading their pre-cum on the dome-shaped cap of her favorite bottle of perfume.

Her breath was more staggered now than when Marc had been spanking her with his belt. Her body was burning more ferociously now than when the leather of his belt had sunk into her skin and sent up a cacophony of fireworks.

She closed her eyes and relived the few seconds of what she had seen in her mind. Their cocks were so big, long, and thick, wrapped with veins that ran like rivers all around their significant width. The pre-cum that had glistened from the slits in the heads of their shafts had mesmerized her as if it were a pool of water she wanted to taste to quench her thirst.

Their forearms were corded with muscle, and their hands, large, rough, and calloused, were strong and sexy. Then they’d used their fingertips to swipe away their wetness and coated the glass dome-shaped cap of her perfume bottle while, between her legs, her own copious amounts of arousal remained untouched.

They didn’t want to touch her.

But they cut through her thoughts when she felt a hand on her lower back. Each callous burning through the bunched-up fabric of her skirt so she could feel it on her skin. Marc’s hand.

Jake and Evan parted her ass cheeks. A squeak of indignation fell from her lips. Oh god, no. But with her next breath, Marc probed the tight confines of her asshole fucking her over and over.

Dear god, what were they doing to her?

She braced herself, kicking her legs out until Jake and Evan pressed their thighs against her, keeping her in place while Marc penetrated the most intimate part of her body with the cap from her perfume bottle.

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