Chapter 30
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There must be some gesture from him that I don’t see, because David begins to touch my breasts again with firm, assured strokes, and Max’s tongue hits my clit, and holy fuck it feels good.
I let out a whimper despite myself, my back arching off the table once again, and Max hums his appreciation against my flesh.
‘She likes that,’ Anton observes. ‘How does she taste?’
‘Spectacular,’ Max mutters. ‘Fuck.’
‘Fingers,’ Anton orders, and two fingers are thrust inside me. It’s the best kind of invasion. God knows, I need the fullness.
Anton’s crouched down too far for me to really see him, but I don’t think he’ll pull any stunts as far as touching me goes. He’s far more likely to use Max and David to torture me.
He’s speaking to Max in a low voice, talking him through his moves. I catch snippets of his directives.
Not too hard… Keep her open, though… Fuck, her clit looks good against your tongue… Suck a bit. Yes. Like that.
Max sucks hard on my clit and I practically come then and there, so it’s no surprise when Anton tells him to cut it out. I focus on David looming over me. He’s ditched the tie he was wearing for our meeting; his shirt is unbuttoned at the collar, and he’s rolled his sleeves up.
There’s hunger written starkly on his face, but he shoots me a sweet, conspiratorial smile. He’s way too nice for this, but the way he’s pinching my little pink nipples between his fingers is really fucking hot.
Anton murmurs something else to Max, and suddenly his fingers thrust roughly inside me at the same time as his tongue hits my clit, hard.
‘Oh my God,’ I moan, because it’s perfect.
It’s fucking perfect, and I need more. I need David’s hands, and Max’s fingers and tongue, and preferably someone’s thick cock inside me.
I need everything—I need them to keep working me like this and I swear I’ll give Anton Wolff everything he wants, because my post-orgasmic body will be plastered to the ceiling.
It stops.
Fuck.
‘No more until she asks for it,’ Anton says smoothly, and David stops too, like the obedient henchman he is.
I grit my teeth. ‘More, please. I need it.’
This time, all I get is a leisurely swipe of Max’s tongue from my clit, all the way back. There’s nowhere near enough pressure, and they know it.
I lie there for a moment, trying to catch my breath, to ease my racing heart, to ignore the desperate pulsing in my pussy. Because I know what Anton’s trying to do. He wants my pussy’s hunger to override, to obliterate every last shred of decency and decorum and manners.
He wants me unleashed and begging, and he’s not far off getting it.
I know no more touch will be forthcoming. That the ball is in my court. And I also know from experience that Anton’s right.
If I can throw off my inhibitions and reach into that place where the shame and the darkness and the need live, if I can grab them and pull them to the surface, then my reward will be all the sweeter.
And I don’t just mean the reward these guys see fit to bestow upon me. I mean the reward from my nervous system when I show it that the only thing lying on the other side of fear, of inhibition, is unthinkable pleasure.
I’ve come this far.
I’ve allowed three suited men to strip me and lay me down naked on a table. To experiment with my body.
In for a penny, in for a pound.
You could hear a pin drop. Max circles my entrance experimentally with a finger, his touch too light to do anything but provoke.
‘Fuuuck,’ I groan. ‘Please.’
‘You can do better than that,’ Anton tells me.
I entertain a brief but thrilling fantasy of tugging my left leg out of Max’s hold and kicking Anton hard in that aquiline nose of his, but I want to come too much.
‘Please let me come,’ I beg. ‘I need to so badly.’
‘Tell us why this turns you on so much.’ His voice is quiet, controlled, but there’s also a note of hunger that I can’t deny. A note that tells me I’m not the only vulnerable party here. Everyone is turned on. The magic in this room is affecting everyone.
We’re all in this together, and it is fan-fucking-tastic.
‘Because this is my fantasy,’ I manage. I turn my head so I can see him a little better through downcast eyes. ‘Being naked with all of you. Being your plaything. The idea that you can do whatever you want to me.’
‘Good,’ Anton barks. ‘More.’
Max rewards me with a light lick of my pussy.
I take a brave breath. ‘It makes me, I don’t know, melt inside. It gets me so aroused, seeing you inspect my body and treat me like a set of willing holes and probe me and examine me. I know I’m safe, but I feel so exposed, and God, I just want you to go to town on me.’
Silence.
‘Go to town on you how?’ It’s Anton again. ‘You need to say it.’
I sigh. ‘In every way. You’ve got me here on this fucking table, for Christ’s sake.
Just fucking touch me. Manhandle me. Get rough—I can take it.
I want you to lick me and fuck me and fill me up and get me on my knees and make me choke on your cocks.
Just please, unleash yourselves on me, for fuck’s sake. ’
I let my eyes flutter closed, because I’m wound up and turned on and wiped out and I just need to fucking come already. When I open them, Anton’s looming over me, staring at me with what looks like awe and approval and all the other good things.
‘See?’ he says on an exhale. ‘Told you you had it in you. I fucking knew it, first time I saw you. Knew if I got you naked and spread out for us you’d be gagging for it. That’s what I’m talking about.’ He shakes his head, like he’s actually surprised he got me to this place.
He looks beautiful and savage. His eyes are black, bottomless pools, and I’m in such an advanced state of arousal that if he climbed on the table and put me out of my misery himself, I honestly wouldn’t object.
Who am I kidding?
I’d love it.
‘You little beauty,’ he says. He reaches out a hand before stopping himself, pulling it back abruptly. ‘You heard her,’ he tells the others. ‘Give her what she needs.’
I expect him to go back to his position at the business end of the proceedings, but he doesn’t. He straightens up and stays where he is, and I twist my head to one side where I keep it by unspoken agreement.
And as David stands across from him and gets to work on my nipples while Max begins his glorious onslaught with his tongue and fingers, we hold eye contact.
I know he needs this. I can’t believe how hard it must be for a man like Anton to stand aside and let his subordinates have all the fun. But I know he needs to see me fall apart. It’s my gift to him, my way of showing that his concessions are strengthening my trust in him.
I need it, too.
I’ve been brave and vulnerable and shameless and wanton, and forcing myself to gaze into the dominant, merciless face of this man as his orchestrations unravel me is my final step on this journey of abandoning every part of me that keeps me suppressed.
It’s how I show him that I’ve allowed him to unveil the real me.
It doesn’t take long. My climax begins to spiral out of control as soon as the others lay their hands on me.
It courses through me as Max laves my pussy and fucks me with his fingers.
As David bends his head and takes one nipple between his teeth, flicking his tongue relentlessly over it as his hand mimics the movement on my other nipple.
‘Oh God,’ I gasp. I’m shuddering. ‘Oh God. So good.’
Anton watches my face.
‘Harder. Harder—fuck. Jesus.’ I writhe. I arch into their touch. I shove my pussy against Max’s mouth and hand. My body is on fire, my only conscious thought is my need to get off as violently as possible.
Anton watches my face.
I come. Hard. So hard, as the guys work every erogenous zone and hit me with an orgasm so hard it’s less a wave than a wall, practically knocking me out as white-hot pleasure radiates from my pussy outwards, coursing through my bloodstream and setting my nerve endings on fire, so I’m conscious of little else except his eyes on me and this brick wall of sensation.
I’m gasping, and crying out, and full-on convulsing on the table as my nails scrape against its smooth surface and my greedy body takes every single morsel of pleasure they’re willing to give me.
And still, Anton watches my face.