Page 54 of High Stakes

“Yes, Sir,” I breathe. I won’t disappoint them. Slowly, I rise up so I’m no longer resting on my heels. As I do, they move to stand in front of me, and I drag my hands down my abdomen then bring them back up to cup my breasts and push them forward as if to offer them up. I move my body and express my arousal through subtle movements and sounds. My fingers trace circles around my nipples, coaxing them into hard little buds before I tug on them with a soft whimper.

My breathing quickens and my hands move down my stomach again, awakening goosebumps all along their path. I pause at my pussy and wait for a moment, knowing they are watching me, then I dip one finger lower and slide it inside myself. The sensation is blissful, and that bliss is heightened by the fact that I’m on my knees for Owen and Tobias. Submission is where I can be most expressive. And even though this situation is new, I still feel right at home. It’s somehow appropriate that this is how Tobias sees me naked for the first time.

The anticipation of what is to come builds as I finger myself and continue caressing my body. Will they have sex with me here in the office? What do they have planned? My mind races with the possibilities as I work myself into a frenzy.

“Such a delightful sight,” Tobias murmurs.

I glance at him shyly. “Thank you, Sir.”

Owen steps around my desk so I can’t see him, but I hear him open a drawer and I suspect I know what he’s getting. He returns with the rechargeable vibrator he always insisted I keep there for “emergencies.”

I couldn’t make myself bring it with me when I cleaned out my things, much like the M&M dispenser. Saying goodbye was hard, but leaving little pieces of me in this office made it easier.

He tosses it to me. “You have two minutes to come or I’m going to spank you.”

I gasp at his words, but I take the toy and turn it on high, pressing it to my clit.

“Is she always this responsive?” Tobias asks as I bask in their hungry gazes.

“Definitely. Our girl can be a horny little slut when she wants to be.” Owen never looks away as he answers, and his words and piercing eyes fan the flames of desire. Being called a horny slut is a turn on but hearing him say “our girl” does something to me. Something completely unexpected, and I’m instantly on the brink of an orgasm.

“Can I come?” I cry out.

Owen looks at Tobias. “You can decide.”

OK, this whole them working together thing could end up being to my detriment.

“Please?” I beg as the toy buzzes against my clit. I’m dangerously close to falling off the edge.

Tobias tucks a hand under my chin and forces me to look at him. “Come for us, little vixen. I want to see how beautiful you are when you fall apart. But don’t expect it to be so easy next time.”

“Thank you, Sir,” I cry. And then I let go.

The orgasm rips through me, pulsing between my legs and up my spine until I’m sure I’m going to explode. A steadying hand presses against my shoulder as I collapse onto my heels from the intensity. My thoughts are incoherent as the tremors subside. I keep the toy buzzing but pull it away from my clit as my breathing slows.

“Well, that was fun,” Tobias murmurs.

“Isn’t it though?” Owen almost sounds cocky. I hope he’s not trying to goad Tobias into some kind of jealous reaction.

I stare up at them, awaiting their next command.

“Do we want to stay here or go back to the penthouse?” Tobias asks. I’m unclear who he’s speaking to.

Owen walks to the closet and pulls out a long coat I didn’t realize I’d left there.

“Put this on.”

“Really? We’re moving?”

He drops to one knee in front of me.

“Are you questioning me, love?”

His expression is stern, and it twists my insides. I take the coat he’s offering me and slip it on before I stand. What are they going to do with me when we get back to the hotel?

When I’m buttoned up, Tobias scoops me into his arms as if I weigh nothing and follows Owen out of the office. I wave goodbye to Grace who is behind the counter and try not to think of the questions she’ll ask later.

To my dismay or perhaps delight, a limo is waiting for us, which means we’re all riding in the back together.

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