Page 12 of Three Corporate Kings and a Hands-Off Bride

The first strike to her bare bottom made her freeze and go absolutely still. She panted, somehow knowing that with every breath she took, the nerves under her skin where Cade had laid his belt would soon come alive again, and she would feel the blistering pain as if Cade had struck her again.

She was right. Her body was now in complete chaos. Her pussy tight, drizzling fresh juices all over Eli’s hands, and Baxter’s who joined him as well, Cade delivered the next shot, and this time she cried out, only to belatedly remember that right next door were some of their more prominent business associates.

Dead with angst that they may have heard her scream already and furious at them for not warning her to be silent, Alicia went through a cycle of torment and delight as she tried to silence herself through Cade’s belt on her ass and Eli’s and Baxter’s more insistent attention on her pussy. The crystal stopper still inside her bottom hole, continued to drive her over the edge.

She shook her head from side to side, biting her lip so hard she tasted blood already, and now, an orgasm, like nothing she had given herself before, hurtled through her with the force of a runaway train, tearing down every defense she was worth, leaving her with nothing at their mercy.

She came so hard into Eli’s and Baxter’s hands that she collapsed onto the bench, only for Baxter to wrap an arm around her waist and bring her onto her knees again. She couldn’t stay up anymore, but they were not having it. Baxter held her up while Cade issued another round with his belt and Eli caressed her clit with a masterful stroke. Baxter turned the stopper in her butt. She came again, thunderously hard. This time she couldn’t completely stop her sob-filled whimpering, and it echoed around the room.

Eli was the one to pick her up and carry her over to their desk that Cade had cleared for him. She was placed on her back, her heels removed, and their large, callous hands parted her legs.

If she thought they would remove the stopper, she was wrong. They ordered her to keep it inside her.

She shut her eyes. Her ass was on fire. Her heart refused to beat normally. She’d come twice already. Her pussy was a mess. So was her ass. She took comfort in the fact that, in the dimness of their study, they couldn't clearly see the most intimate part of her, the part where no man had seen or touched before.

Except them.

The startling absolute truth that assailed her then scared her. They were going to be the only men who would ever see her this way until the day she died.

But then Baxter turned on the lamp on the desk, maneuvering the head until her pussy was in the spotlight, and they could see everything: how she still pulsed from her orgasms, the sticky, hot cream that still drizzled from her since they still stood too close to her, and she could still smell their cologne. The bit of the flared-out stopper that nestled against her ass cheeks.

Dear god. She was not going to survive this. She was only a virgin. But her body was theirs already. Her mind powerless against them.

Alicia was forced to bite the side of her palm as they took an inordinate amount of time exploring her. They rubbed the tissue-soft skin of her labia between their fingers and growled softly. They pressed the side of her clit together, making her squirm at the sensation. They parted her folds and peered inside her, slowly penetrating her with their fingers and watching intently to see how far they could go before she shuddered and arched her back, their intrusion making her feel too full, as if she were stretched apart more than her body could handle.

They touched her, played with her, and tested her, and they did that all under a bright light, missing nothing. They lifted theribbons of her juices and then spread it back over her like spun sugar.

She didn’t even try to stop herself from coming. But the instant she did, they lowered their mouths to her. Licking. Sucking. Nibbling. Teasing. Eating from her so voraciously it felt as if they were mining her, wanting to get to the depths of her with their tongues.

She would have bitten a chunk of her hand off if Eli hadn’t taken her hand away from her mouth and replaced it with his. There was no doubt her teeth marks would be embedded in his flesh probably forever. Like a scar.

She came again and again. And again.

Chapter Ten

Dear god. What had they done to her body?

She couldn’t stop quivering. Her pussy still seemed to spasm with every breath she took. And now there was a new kind of hunger inside her, one so voracious, so all-consuming it shocked her.

A hunger for them. To feel their cocks inside her. How had she gone from disastrous dating episodes and eyes-open kissing to wickedly wanton dark cravings overnight?

She wanted them with a desperation that was already insatiable, and it had only just begun but raged through her like wildfire.

She needed them naked against her, inside her, taking what they desired, and she willingly offered. They’d awakened her body, and she now ached for all of them with equal measure and intensity.

After using a glass stopper from one of their crystal Scotch decanters to plug her bottom hole, then Cade spanking her with his belt and them laying her open for their mouths on her hot, wet center between her thighs, she was one breath away fromgiving them her virginity. The deviant things they’d done to her hadn’t scared her away. She was ready to beg them to take her.

Instead, they did the direct opposite. Still laying down on the desk, she caught them using fresh water from a glass pitcher to wet their handkerchiefs. Eli cleaned her face, where a bit of her mascara had run, and Cade and Baxter wiped at the wetness from both sides of her thighs. They cleaned her up meticulously, everywhere else but her pussy where she was still drenched and dripping and throbbed with never-ending blinding need. They avoided her bottom hole as well, not removing the stopper they’d lodged there either.

“That wetness stays,” Cade told her as if he were reading her mind. She blushed, like it even mattered now.

“And the stopper too,” Eli added.

Oh. Dear. God.

“A reminder of what we did to you and how your body responded,” Baxter said huskily, running his knuckle down her folds then sucking her essence off.

They lifted her up into a sitting position, and the makeshift plug in her backside reproduced the stinging mixture of pain and pleasure at being penetrated there all over again.

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