Page 17 of Claimed By the Billionaires

“You can’t make me put on the dress and go and humiliate my father like this. I won’t help you do that. I simply won’t.”

“On the bench. On your hands and knees.”

Skittishly, her gaze shifted from Aston, who’d given her the command, to Konnor, standing by the very bench in question.

They weren’t going to break her. And if they did, they were never going to know it.

Unable to control the quivering in her limbs, Winter did as she was told, knowing full well that Houston would pick her up and place her on the bench if she refused to move. She just needed a little more time to gather herself, and she couldn’t do that if any one of them touched her.

Her nerves rattled as they watched her move, naked, across the room to the bench.

She aimed for what little grace she had left, but it wasn’t enough. Her body trembled exhaustively and then stiffened in fear, making it incredibly awkward for her to climb onto the bench with any poise at all.

Her mouth dried so suddenly and so severely that swallowing became a different kind of torment.

Finally, on her hands and knees, Winter closed her eyes as a blanket of heat enveloped her wherever she felt their gazes on her body.

She had to be strong. She had to be steadfast enough to stand up to them.

But every cell in her body that she’d held in check previously combusted as her gaze followed Konnor. He’d opened a cabinet and retrieved a small, darkly engraved wooden box. She couldn’t make out all the details of the carvings, but there were wings sculptured into the wood, so she knew it was a pegasus thing.

Nervously, she watched him open the box, and then died a thousand deaths in one go when he removed a diamond-shaped dome with a flared base. Her eyes widened in unspeakable terror, and her reaction left her scattering around in her head, searching for that one lifeline thought that would tell her it was going to be okay.

It wasn’t.

Her entire body had clenched up, which made the ache and wetness in her pussy more pronounced.

What Konnor took from the velvet cushion inside the box was undeniably a butt plug.

No.

She couldn’t … She shook her head, but it meant nothing.

She pressed her knees even more firmly together, and she arched her back outward so her pussy could remain somewhat concealed. But everything was futile.

Aston nudged her knees apart, not giving her a chance to obey. Konnor pressed down on the small of her back. Houston dropped down to his haunches in front of her, threaded his hand through her hair, and pulled her head down until her cheek touched the leather of the bench.

If she thought she was exposed before, she didn’t know what the word meant. They laid her bare, unmasked her weakness, and unwrapped her vulnerability for them all to see.

They stripped away her agency, giving her body free reign to betray her yet again. The throb in her nipples returned with full-force fervor. Their presence made her breasts ache so harshly as if she were still full of milk again, and she needed them to drink from her. The nerves in the folds of pussy fluttered, and her clit quivered relentlessly.

While keeping her head down on the bench, Houston also played with her hair, running his fingers through her tresses and then moving the thick strands away from her face until they fanned out on the opposite side of the bench. His caresses both lulled her and created a new brand of greedy arousal.

But reality fell on her like a double-sided knife. She whimpered and tried to jerk away, but Konnor pressed down on her lower back, and Houston took a handful of her hair and pulled until tears leaped from her eyes.

She felt every stark sensation in her soaking hot pussy.

Dear god.

Her pride wasn’t made to handle this. On the tip of her tongue, she wanted to beg them to release her, then obey them and put on the dress herself.

But no, she couldn’t.

She had to find strength from somewhere deep inside her.

Konnor ran the cold tip of the plug across one of her ass cheeks, then curled it under her until it grazed against the staggeringly hot folds of her pussy. He moved it over her clit, and the contrast of the texture sliding over the tightly beaded clusters of nerves blew her mind.

She couldn’t believe the disturbing need inside her to writhe her clit against the device that was essentially going to destroy her. But she wasn’t like that. So what was wrong with her?

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