Page 28 of One Baddie for Three Daddies

She rolls her eyes but there’s a hint of a smile playing on her lips. “You’re both insufferable.” She shakes her head and walks past us.

Bianca walks out of the room, leaving behind an electric charge in the air that neither of us can ignore.

I grin, an idea forming in my head as I turn to Liam. “Next time, let’s make her wear one of those remote-control vibrators.”

Liam's eyes light up instantly. “You’re a fucking animal,” he says, laughing darkly.

I chuckle, picturing Bianca trying to maintain that cool composure while we hold the remote.

The past few weeks have been a whirlwind of tension and pleasure, and I’m loving every bit of it. Seeing Bianca under our control has been a game I didn’t know I needed.

I pull out my phone, already searching for the perfect device. "Holy shit, there’s so many."

Liam leans over my shoulder, looking at the options. “That one,” he points to a sleek black model with multiple settings.

I tap on it and add it to the cart. “Ordered.”

Liam laughs again, shaking his head as we part ways, each of us buzzing with anticipation.

I stride into the small conference room, Liam right behind me. Bianca’s already there, her fingers tapping rhythmically on the table, eyes scanning her notes. She looks up, her confidence flickering for a moment when she sees us.

"Morning," I say, keeping my tone light.

She nods, offering a smile. "Morning."

Liam wastes no time. He places a small black box on the table in front of her. “This is for you.”

Bianca raises an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. She opens the box slowly and freezes when she sees the sleek black vibrator nestled inside. Her eyes snap back up to meet ours, widening slightly. Her lips part as if to protest, but before she can say anything, Liam cuts in.

“Go to the restroom and put it on,” he orders, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Bianca’s eyes flash with defiance for a split second before she stands up abruptly. She snatches the box and walks out of the room without another word.

Liam and I exchange a look. “Think she’ll do it?” he asks, smirking.

“Oh, she’ll do it,” I say confidently.

We wait in silence for a few minutes until Bianca returns. She walks back into the room with an air of forced calmness and sits down, placing her hands neatly on the table, but I notice the slight tremor in her fingers.

As the meeting starts, Liam is ruthless with the control, turning the vibrator on and off in quick, unpredictable intervals. I watch Bianca squirm, trying to maintain her composure as she speaks about design concepts.

"So, for the main lobby," she begins, her voice steady but her eyes betraying her struggle. "I was thinking of a—" She stops abruptly, her breath hitching as Liam cranks the intensity up to max.

Luckily, the vibrator is completely silent, otherwise this whole room would know exactly what we’re doing.

She coughs, as if trying to stifle a moan. "Excuse me," she says, clearing her throat. Sarah, seated next to her, looks concerned.

"Are you okay?" Sarah asks.

Bianca nods quickly. "Yes, just a tickle in my throat," she lies, her fingers gripping the edge of the table.

I exchange a smirk with Liam, enjoying the show. It’s almost too easy watching her like this. The meeting continues, but every time Bianca starts to regain control, Liam tweaks the settings again. Her face subtly strains with a mix of frustration and arousal.

Sarah furrows her brow but doesn’t comment further. The rest of the team seems oblivious, too focused on their notes and presentations to notice Bianca's torment.

The meeting drags on and I find myself both aroused and amused by the entire situation. Watching Bianca like this is intoxicating; it’s clear she’s doing everything in her power not to lose it completely.

Finally, Sarah wraps up the meeting. "Thank you all for your input today. Let's reconvene next week with any updates."

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