Page 11 of Three Corporate Kings and a Hands-Off Bride

Eli trailed his fingertips over her perfectly round ass cheek all the way under her to her pussy. She was soaking wet, her folds like warm velvet under his touch. Even the way she quivered when he dipped inside to feel the depth of her wetness was the most beautiful fucking thing he’d ever felt in his life. What would she feel like when they were fucking her with their cocks, shared between her pussy and her ass?

That was going to be up to her to decide if she wanted it or not. If she did, she had to understand what it meant to be their bride.

Chapter Nine

Alicia struggled to breathe. She couldn’t think straight, either. When Cade asked her to get onto the bench on her hands and knees, her body had gone into a state of entrancement. Logic and reasoning didn’t exist where she was now.

Something had happened. It was in the way they looked at her, the way their gazes slid over her body, blatantly, not holding back.

She couldn’t fight the need to do as they asked. She had no idea what was happening to her, but something changed in the deepest core of her being.

Cade came to stand in front of her, his belt in his hand. Her mouth dried. Her pussy clenched. Her flesh sizzled as if it knew what was going to happen to her. Who had she become?

From the corner of her eye, where their bar was located, Baxter ran his fingers over an array of crystal decanters, all lined up on a tray. She didn’t need to be an expert to know that those decanters cost probably as much as the golden liquid inside them. Her gaze flickered back to Cade and his belt.

But then Eli started to touch her again. His fingers slid over her butt and then slowly to her pussy.

Dear god. He was touching herthere, where she was so wet, she had started to drip her essence onto her thighs. And now he would know just exactly how aroused she was. He would know that their nearness, their touch, their everything was the reason she was so, so soaked.

Still, she was too inexperienced to appreciate the power of her femininity, and blood pooled in her cheeks, reddening her face with mortification.

Her gaze lingered on Cade in front of her, then on Baxter, who had lifted off the stoppers of a few of the bottles and seemed to be analyzing them. For what? What was he going to do? More to the point, did it have anything to do with her? Obviously not; she rectified. She’d been too engrossed in the way his fingers held the delicate crystal, the same way she’d been fascinated with the way Cade held his belt.

But then something changed. Baxter settled on a dome-shaped stopper. Alicia watched in confused fascination as he rinsed the piece of crystal off with fresh water from a pitcher nearby. Then forcing her to drown in his gaze, he took the stopper and sucked it before he started to come toward her.

What was going on?

She tried to look behind her, but Cade grasped her jaw and brought her to face him.

Eli and Baxter too now slid their fingers over her folds, up to her clit and then all the way down again, parting her labia this time and pressing their fingers into the shallow part of her entrance.

She nearly careened off the bench at the torturously arousing touch. But Cade still held her in place now.

He wanted her to look at him while Eli and Baxter were stroking her pussy and rolling her clit between their fingers. The pain of the embarrassment of it all, that she couldn’t control her body against them, and the pleasure their touch gave her combined and exploded in her heart.

But her heart skidded to a halt as Baxter glided the crystal stopper over her clit, then dipped it into her wetness. She couldn’t stop the shudder that rolled through her body if her life depended on it.

“We’re going to give you a taste of what our possession feels like, Alicia.” Cade’s voice broke into her erotic haze.

Eli bent behind her, and her arms gave way as he brushed his tongue over the tight rings of her bottom hole, shattering her modesty and leaving her in pieces as she trembled. Cade lifted her up, and this time Eli, wetting his fingers in the dam of her arousal, slipped the same digit into her butt.

Chaos swirled around her. She curled her fingers into tight fists, her skin on fire. Baxter continued to stroke her pussy with the glass stopper. She was a hot, drenched mess.

“Listen to me, Alicia,” Cade said. Baxter brought the stopper to her butthole and pushed. Her eyes widened to saucers at the intrusive pain of being stretched in a place that was not meant for this. Surely.

“Baxter is going to put that stopper in your ass like a plug. And it’s going to stay there. I’m going to spank your ass with my belt, and Eli is going to keep his fingers inside your soaked little pussy.

“And then when your ass is hot to the touch, inside and out, and you come for us, we’re going to lay you on your back and eat your pussy until you come so many more times you start to think you’re going to pass out. And then we’re going to pull your dress down and go back and do our business. Do you understand?”

Baxter slapped her ass with his bare hand as he penetrated her with the crystal stopper. The dome, embossed with flowers, created a maelstrom of new sensations inside her. The widening of her hole to fit the foreign object destroyed her, yet her fear, apprehension, and mortification manifested themselves as tormented pleasure. She wanted more the same way she wanted to be free of it.

Eli pulled at the folds of her pussy. All her nerves constricted, her breath hung between them, something hot and furious raced down her spine, and the throb between her thighs intensified so much she thought she was going mad already.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Kiss my belt,” Cade ordered. She had no idea why the entire act of being asked to kiss the instrument that was bound to bring her new kinds of pain quickened her pulse even more.

She pressed her lips to the leather and closed her eyes. She kept them closed, using her other senses to read the room. To read them.

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