Chapter Nine
Alicia struggled to breathe. She couldn’t think straight, either. When Cade asked her to get onto the bench on her hands and knees, her body had gone into a state of entrancement. Logic and reasoning didn’t exist where she was now.
Something had happened. It was in the way they looked at her, the way their gazes slid over her body, blatantly, not holding back.
She couldn’t fight the need to do as they asked. She had no idea what was happening to her, but something changed in the deepest core of her being.
Cade came to stand in front of her, his belt in his hand. Her mouth dried. Her pussy clenched. Her flesh sizzled as if it knew what was going to happen to her. Who had she become?
From the corner of her eye, where their bar was located, Baxter ran his fingers over an array of crystal decanters, all lined up on a tray. She didn’t need to be an expert to know that those decanters cost probably as much as the golden liquid inside them. Her gaze flickered back to Cade and his belt.
But then Eli started to touch her again. His fingers slid over her butt and then slowly to her pussy.
Dear god. He was touching her there , where she was so wet, she had started to drip her essence onto her thighs. And now he would know just exactly how aroused she was. He would know that their nearness, their touch, their everything was the reason she was so, so soaked.
Still, she was too inexperienced to appreciate the power of her femininity, and blood pooled in her cheeks, reddening her face with mortification.
Her gaze lingered on Cade in front of her, then on Baxter, who had lifted off the stoppers of a few of the bottles and seemed to be analyzing them. For what? What was he going to do? More to the point, did it have anything to do with her? Obviously not; she rectified. She’d been too engrossed in the way his fingers held the delicate crystal, the same way she’d been fascinated with the way Cade held his belt.
But then something changed. Baxter settled on a dome-shaped stopper. Alicia watched in confused fascination as he rinsed the piece of crystal off with fresh water from a pitcher nearby. Then forcing her to drown in his gaze, he took the stopper and sucked it before he started to come toward her.
What was going on?
She tried to look behind her, but Cade grasped her jaw and brought her to face him.
Eli and Baxter too now slid their fingers over her folds, up to her clit and then all the way down again, parting her labia this time and pressing their fingers into the shallow part of her entrance.
She nearly careened off the bench at the torturously arousing touch. But Cade still held her in place now.
He wanted her to look at him while Eli and Baxter were stroking her pussy and rolling her clit between their fingers. The pain of the embarrassment of it all, that she couldn’t control her body against them, and the pleasure their touch gave her combined and exploded in her heart.
But her heart skidded to a halt as Baxter glided the crystal stopper over her clit, then dipped it into her wetness. She couldn’t stop the shudder that rolled through her body if her life depended on it.
“We’re going to give you a taste of what our possession feels like, Alicia.” Cade’s voice broke into her erotic haze.
Eli bent behind her, and her arms gave way as he brushed his tongue over the tight rings of her bottom hole, shattering her modesty and leaving her in pieces as she trembled. Cade lifted her up, and this time Eli, wetting his fingers in the dam of her arousal, slipped the same digit into her butt.
Chaos swirled around her. She curled her fingers into tight fists, her skin on fire. Baxter continued to stroke her pussy with the glass stopper. She was a hot, drenched mess.
“Listen to me, Alicia,” Cade said. Baxter brought the stopper to her butthole and pushed. Her eyes widened to saucers at the intrusive pain of being stretched in a place that was not meant for this. Surely.
“Baxter is going to put that stopper in your ass like a plug. And it’s going to stay there. I’m going to spank your ass with my belt, and Eli is going to keep his fingers inside your soaked little pussy.
“And then when your ass is hot to the touch, inside and out, and you come for us, we’re going to lay you on your back and eat your pussy until you come so many more times you start to think you’re going to pass out. And then we’re going to pull your dress down and go back and do our business. Do you understand?”
Baxter slapped her ass with his bare hand as he penetrated her with the crystal stopper. The dome, embossed with flowers, created a maelstrom of new sensations inside her. The widening of her hole to fit the foreign object destroyed her, yet her fear, apprehension, and mortification manifested themselves as tormented pleasure. She wanted more the same way she wanted to be free of it.
Eli pulled at the folds of her pussy. All her nerves constricted, her breath hung between them, something hot and furious raced down her spine, and the throb between her thighs intensified so much she thought she was going mad already.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Kiss my belt,” Cade ordered. She had no idea why the entire act of being asked to kiss the instrument that was bound to bring her new kinds of pain quickened her pulse even more.
She pressed her lips to the leather and closed her eyes. She kept them closed, using her other senses to read the room. To read them.
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 the ribbons 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.