Three Rugged Bosses and a Clueless Girl

Chapter 8

Okay, Michelle had no idea what was going on, but the amount of testosterone being flung her way by her brother’s best friends was overkill. And why did they look so murderous?

“He has your panties?” Marc thundered at her.

“Hmm… I don’t know why you’re getting so bent out of shape. You gave me a task, and you said if I executed it, I would have a job. So, I did whatever I needed to do in order to get the job done. What is the problem?” But seriously, why were they so mad?

“And I’m not stupid. Carl thought he was going to get some hot piece of lingerie in silk and satin; well, the joke is on him. I was wearing practical cotton underwear.”

They were still mad. Okay, whatever.

“Can I get back to work now?”

“Let’s just get this straight one more time. You gave him your panties?” Evan asked, and his cool blue eyes darkened to a stormy azure, which was unlike his normal laid-back nature.

He was like a lazy lion, powerful, but when he was relaxed, he was easygoing. His smile, well, that smile made girls want to give him their panties. She supposed she could see why girls lost their minds over him.

And Jake and Marc, for that matter, even though Marc rarely smiled and looked like a beast, every girl wanted to be his Belle. And Jake... Jake had the kind of aura where you just wanted to follow him through a meadow or over a cliff.

Of course, she never personally felt any of those things for her brother’s best friends. She had just observed how other girls responded to their presence, that’s all.

Nothing more.

“Arg. In what other language do you want me to say it?” she cried. “Carl is a nice guy, and he said he would probably throw them away in a day or two, and honestly, what he does with them is his business, not mine. So it really isn’t a big deal at all.”

“So you’re not wearing any panties under your skirt right now?” Jake murmured softly, and his brown gaze glided over her. He had never looked at her like that before, and she felt as if he had peeled off her clothes with his eyes alone.

Maybe she was hungry. It was probably time she ate her peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

“No, I’m not,” she said softly.

“Then it’s time we teach you not to go around giving fucking strangers your panties.” Marc issued quietly but so dangerously soft and strained that she almost didn’t hear him. But she could not avoid watching him unbuckle his belt and pull it through the loops of his jeans.

If that wasn’t strange enough, her gaze caught Evan and Jake rummaging around their office, looking at things, like screwdrivers and curtain hooks.

“Wait. What?”

“Look in her bag. Maybe we’ll find something there.”

“Find what?” she asked as a warm flush in her skin rose and became more heated. Evan opened her tote, and when he pulled out her bottle of perfume, removed the lid, and put it into his pocket, she frowned. Okay, but what was going on?

She took two steps back but hit the desk that would be hers—yay, because she worked for it—as Jake and Evan started toward her. Before she could utter a word or take a second breath, she found herself spun around, bent over the empty desk, effortlessly held down by her wrists by Jake as behind her, Evan pulled her skirt up until her whole bare backside was revealed.

Oh god. Her sudden nakedness in front of them seemed to change the needle of the compass of her life, and it only seemed amplified by their harsh, low groans that also started a fire in the pit of her stomach and sent a throbbing sensation to her clit.

What was happening to her?

“Fuck. She really gave that fucker her panties,” Evan said with the same note of darkness she had found in Marc’s voice. But then Jake had started to bind her hands with ropes, restraining her wrists to the legs of the desk. His knots were so foolproof that she couldn’t escape unless she lifted the whole desk with her.

“I don’t know what the big deal is—”

At first, she thought she had imagined it, but then she doubted herself. No. No, Marc wouldn’t have spanked her across her bare backside with his belt, right? He wouldn’t—

But then her world toppled over as a rush of pain exploded over her flesh, so blindingly painful that she had scared away her breath and became a panting heap of a mess.

Marc had taken his belt to her. He had truly taken his belt to her while Jake had bound her to the desk, and Evan had pocketed the lid of her perfume bottle for reasons she would never be able to guess correctly.

Marc was spanking her as if she were a child. Her shock was only outweighed by her outrage, but even that was outweighed by the howl that escaped her lips when he issued another three strikes in quick succession. She was sure she would never be able to sit again. She was sure the skin on her butt would remain inflamed forever and burn through her clothes, so she would walk around with her ass exposed. She was losing her mind—every part of it.

“You don’t go around giving your panties to any fucking bastard who asks for them, Michelle. Do you understand?” Marc punctuated his words with another resounding whip that pierced the tiny sliver of control she had been holding onto.

With that minuscule amount of control keeping her in check, her senses came tumbling down on her all at once. She immediately became aware of the heaviness in her breasts, her nipples so tight and sore that she wanted to cry or crush them to her.

Her control also kept her from acknowledging the wetness between her thighs, seeping down from between her folds. Oh god, she was so wet; she wasn’t sure if her scent had started to permeate the air or if she was imagining it.

She had to get a grip. She had to do whatever it took to have them release her and make them stop touching her.

“I will give my panties to whoever I want. You can’t tell me what I can do and what I can’t do. You’re not the boss of me... I mean, you are because you gave me a job, but you’re not the boss of my panties. Now stop spanking me and let me go.”

“We’re the boss of every fucking part of you, sweetheart,” Marc said so softly that she was sure he had said something entirely different. “The correct answer was yes; I understand, but you didn’t say that,” he continued in a normal tone, “which means you need a harder lesson to learn.”

She watched as Evan removed the perfume cap from his pocket and washed it in the sink in their office. He came to stand behind her, and she whipped her head around to see them, all three of them lined up in front of her naked ass.

“It’s going to hurt her if it goes in dry, although she fucking deserves it to hurt her that way. She’ll think twice about giving up her panties if anyone asks for them again,” Evan said softly, as if she couldn’t hear what they were saying.

“Yeah, but she’s still a virgin, and she could tear, but there’s nothing in here that we can use as lube,” Jake said. She blushed a thousand shades of red. How presumptuous of them to think she was still a virgin. She was, but it was still presumptuous.

“And we’re not touching her pussy, to use her wetness as lube no matter how wet she is. We touch her there, and it’s fucking over for us. We’re not doing it,” Marc said.

“Guess that leaves us with only one thing to do.”