Chapter 54
Key Employee
Sara
When Drew helps me out of the car, I realize we aren’t in the parking garage at the apartment. My brow furrows. The others are already out of the car.
“Where are we?” I turn and Dante places his hand over the exposed skin at the small of my back, pressing me forward. The garage is empty, but it looks like our office building.
“Our evening isn’t over yet.” Finn holds the door to the elevator bank open. His green eyes grab at my insides and tingles flow through me.
Wetness from our quickie in the car trickles down my thigh. The air is cool against my bare skin, sending a shiver down my spine. They’ve all shed their tux jackets. I wet my lips at the flash of skin where Dante’s undone his tie and top buttons.
Wyatt presses the button for the elevator to take us upstairs.
The building is eerily quiet. The usual sounds of people and machines are gone, leaving only us.
Anticipation and awareness crawl under my skin.
I don’t know why we’re here, but I know I’m on board with whatever these men want to do to me.
Warmth flushes through me as Dante leads me into the elevator. The others step on and my pulse quickens.
“What’s the plan?” Little tingles gather beneath Dante’s hand on my back.
“Give us two minutes, trouble.” Wyatt doesn’t turn to look at me. “Consider it a game of hide-and-seek, but when you find one of us, we’re going to fuck you.”
Drew steps in front of me and puts his hands around the back of my neck. I bite my lip as I look up into his eyes. They’re dark and filled with mischievous intent. I press my thighs together, still feeling him there, thrusting, pulsing. He arches an eyebrow and his smirk is cocky.
“I’ll keep you honest, princess.” He unhooks my diamond necklace, sliding it against my skin like a caress, and hands it to Dante, who slips it into his pocket as we step out into the office reception area.
While Dante unbuttons his shirt, he nods at Finn, who steps behind me and finds the fastenings of my dress. The silk slides down my breasts and hips to pool on the floor. Finn kisses my shoulder and his fingertips ghost over my hip, sending shivers rippling through me.
Wyatt steps up in front of me. He holds the front of my neck and I lift my chin for him.
“How do you make any of this stop?” His thumb traces my throbbing pulse. I search his dark eyes, feeling the fire inside me burn even hotter.
“Mercy or red to stop. Yellow if I need to pause.”
He leans down so his cheek brushes mine.
His breath flutters the hair beside my ear as he exhales.
“I respect you and enjoy fucking you, but I’ll take you hard and fast, trouble.
You’ll have bruises on your body tomorrow from how I’m going to fuck you.
Don’t expect to come. This is about my pleasure. Do you understand?”
My pussy grows even wetter at his words. “Yes, sir.”
He groans and his fingers tighten just slightly on my throat, making it a little harder to breathe, giving me a buzzing, dizzy feeling. That he wants me this much makes my insides pulse with need. I want him to take what he wants from me. It’s all I ever wanted.
Drawing back, he meets my gaze. My heart clatters at what I see there. It’s desire and obsession and something softer that he probably doesn’t want me to acknowledge.
“After, I’ll take care of you.” He releases the pressure and slides his fingers from my throat.
My skin burns with the absence of his touch.
“We’re not going to calmly wait for you to find us, pip.” Dante tips my chin his way. His smile is a little feral and it sends sparks through my naked body. “We’ll hunt you as you hunt us.”
Fuck. I don’t know if this is my kink but I’m willing to find out.
“What about the security cameras?” I glance up, realizing I’m naked in their offices.
Finn steps forward with his shirt in his hand. His chest is bare and I don’t resist putting my hands on his solid muscles, feeling them twitch beneath my fingertips.
He pulls the shirt around my shoulders and I slip my arms in it, loving the feel of his warmth surrounding me. “They’ve been turned off.”
“Hmm.” I lift my gaze to his green eyes.
His chuckle is dark as he buttons the shirt. When he finishes, he pulls me into him and kisses me until my knees barely hold me up. I slide my hands around the back of his neck, digging my fingers into his hair. Moaning into his mouth, I need more. Want his touch everywhere.
“You’re addictive,” he whispers against my lips. He grabs my hair and tugs it back gently. “I’m going to fuck that sweet cunt and fill you so fucking full, flower.”
When he steps away, he hits the light switch, leaving only the dim security lights on. The others aren’t nearby. I spin in a circle.
“Two minutes or less, Sara.” Finn smirks. “And you might want to lose the shoes.”
I walk over to a waiting room chair and take off my high heels, setting them next to my discarded dress. It’s not like I have a phone or anything to actually time the two minutes out.
Counting to one hundred should be enough. When I begin to count, something shuffles off to my right and then something shuffles to my left. Fear crawls through my veins, creeping over my skin, but the guys wouldn’t do this if it wasn’t safe.
The office is dark and I’m alone. It sends a shiver through me. Hiding in the darkness are my guys who I can’t wait to fuck. But I know Wyatt wants my resistance. It would ruin the game if I just ran up to him and begged him to fuck me.
After the years I spent trying to get him, it’s his turn to work for it. He’s held me down and I enjoyed it. I’m sure I’ll enjoy whatever these men do to me.
Fuck, I lost track of my count. I don’t want to try to start again as I look around the darkened office. The security lights provide little more than a night light would. A shiver races down my spine at how dark it will be when I leave this area.
Fuck it, I’m done waiting.
As I walk barefoot toward our offices, a rush of heat flows over me. They’re going to fuck me here, where we work. Not gently. My hands shake and my pulse skitters. The ice maker in the break room drops a bunch of fresh ice cubes, making me jump in my skin.
I should have drunk more tonight, then I’d be able to be cool and calm instead of a jittery mess. A noise makes me press my back against the wall. Even though I’m supposedly the hunter, I definitely feel like the hunted currently.
Drawing in a breath, I put my hand over my heart, trying to slow its rapid beats. A door closes behind me back toward reception. Fuck this. I run in the opposite direction toward the guys’ offices.
Footsteps hurry behind me. I glance over my shoulder and run into a solid object with an oof. Someone lifts me off my feet. It’s dark where we are. I need to fight or get away.
Lifting my legs, I wrap them around the person holding me and fall back, hoping they’ll either put me down or fall with me.
He’s tall and solid. It’s possibly Dante, but I can’t be sure with the adrenaline surging inside.
He lowers me to the ground but follows me down, pressing his weight against me.
I push at his shoulders and wiggle to get free, but he captures my hands and puts them over my head. I release his waist to try to roll away, but his knees straddle my hips. The dark shadow hovers above me and I stop struggling.
Finn’s shirt almost masks the other man’s scent, who still has a shirt on. I try to twist beneath him, but he holds me there, not speaking. My heart pounds as I try to figure out who has me pinned to the ground. Dante would say something, right?
A hand skids up my ribs under my shirt before cupping my breast. Sparks flow through me at his touch, stoking the fire already burning inside me. He teases my taut nipple with his fingers until I’m squirming beneath him for a different reason.
Footsteps make me aware someone else is here. The man holding my breast draws his hand out and grabs either side of my shirt before tearing it open. Buttons go flying everywhere. I gasp and try to push him away with my freed hands.
He slides forward over my waist. His hands grab mine and slam them down on the ground next to my head with a growl that makes everything in me sit up in awareness. Someone else grabs my ankles and I kick out at him, but he just chuckles, rich and delicious.
I try to figure out the size and shape of the man on my chest to recognize him while trying to break free. But the darkness closes over us and he’s not putting his weight on me. When his fingers weave into mine, he lowers to brush our lips together.
“Dante,” I breathe out. Everything inside me knows him and the feel of his lips against mine. His touch. His body. The dark distorts so much.
“Found you,” he whispers against my lips, claiming my mouth in a kiss with tongue and teeth as he holds me against the floor. I open up to him and relax a little. Enough that whoever has my legs pushes them wide and a cock thrusts inside me.
“Fuck.” I arch against Dante’s weight. The way the guy fucks me gives me all the clue I need. It may not have been enough when I was a virgin, but now I know how each of them feels when they take me. Finn buries his cock inside me over and over.
Dante brings my wrists together and holds them with one hand while he reaches between us and frees his cock with the other. He spits on his hand. After a moment, he strokes his wet cock against my skin. I’m burning up, feeling Finn’s hard, thick cock thrusting in and out of me.
Someone takes my hands and I look up as a third shadow joins our party. Dante’s hands take my breasts as he slides his cock against my breastbone. His fingers pinch my nipples and he works his cock back and forth. With Finn fucking my pussy and Dante fucking my breasts, I can’t hold back.
I cry out my release as it shimmers through me. I can’t breathe for a second as they work me through my orgasm. The guy holding my hands cradles my head and turns it toward himself. His cock brushes my lips.
Even though my eyes are open, I can’t see a thing, but my tongue darts out to lick his tip, tasting him. Drew. When I part my lips, he slides his cock inside my mouth. They begin to move as one as they all fuck me, sparking the fire all over again.
I’m spread wide for them on the office floor. A cock buried in my pussy, in my mouth, and between my breasts. It’s overwhelming, and yet, part of me wants more. For Wyatt to be under me, fucking me with the others.
I’ve never had them all at once, and just the thought is enough to catapult me into another orgasm. My toes curl as the heat floods my body. I moan, my pussy clutching around Finn’s cock, drawing him deeper. He groans his release, and his warm cum fills me.
Drew is the next to come. I swallow greedily, not wanting to lose a drop. When Finn pulls out, before I can take in the emptiness, Dante slides down my body and thrusts deep into my pussy. I shatter all around him, crying out at the additional stretch and the additional sparks floating through me.
He lifts my hips and fucks me hard, but I’m no longer struggling. He leans over me and brushes his lips against mine. “You’re gorgeous, pip.”
I can’t breathe as he fucks into me. Everything is so sensitive. Even my nipples rubbing against his chest is too much. It pushes me over the edge again. Pleasure flows through me, filling me as Dante bites my neck and moans. His release floods me with warmth.
“Good girl,” he whispers, sending a shiver through me as he pulls away, leaving me on the floor. They’re all gone in the next minute.
I draw in a breath and pull my shirt together as I try to stand. My knees are shaky, but I manage to stumble away from whatever that was. I’m wet and a little achy between my legs. The whole experience was hot and confusing and I want to do it again.
I need to find the bathroom to clean up. There’s one close to Wyatt’s office. As I pass by, I’m pushed face-first against the open door with a hot male body holding me up. I gasp in a breath. The scent of leather fills the air.
He runs his nose up the nape of my neck and I shiver. I don’t know how much more fight I have in me, but out of all of them, Wyatt is the one that wants it the most. And fuck, do I want to give it to him exactly how he wants it.
I push back against him and try to get away. He growls, sending shivers down my spine before biting my shoulder hard.
“Ahh.” It shocks me enough that he drags me into his office and pushes me over his desk, holding me down by my neck.
My shirt is open, pressing my warm skin against the cool wood.
Trying to get leverage, I put my hands on either side of myself and try to push up.
It’s useless to fight as he lifts my leg to the side, brushing my knee against the edge of the desk, and thrusts his cock into my pussy.
“Fuck.” I reach for the hand holding my neck and dig my fingernails into his skin.
He thrusts in harder, bumping my hip bones against the edge of the desk with every plunge.
His hand squeezes around the back of my neck as his teeth sink into my shoulder, pain and arousal flow through me in a confusing symphony.
His low growl should be a warning, but fuck if it doesn’t turn me on even more.
My pussy pulses around his thick cock, daring him to do more, to fuck me harder, to make me his. He said this would be for him and not me. That he wouldn’t care if I came or not. Maybe that’s why he let the others play with me first.
His thrusts are hard and staccato. But the angle is perfect as he bumps my G-spot over and over again.
My hands fall to the desk, useless against his attack.
I’m hyperaware of every inch of him taking me.
He holds my leg aloft and my head down on the desk.
I wouldn’t think it would be hot but I’m burning inside.
Every hard thrust pushes me higher and higher.
Groaning, I come in a rush of fluid around his cock. That moment of euphoria hits me. He bites me, bringing me back to him, as my pussy milks his cock. When his release takes him, he growls against me, sending an aftershock trembling through me.
Fuck. This is where I live now. I’m becoming one with this desk with Wyatt’s cock buried inside me, and I’m going to die fucking happy.
When Wyatt pulls out, I groan in disappointment.
He smacks my ass and chuckles. “Come on. Let’s go home and clean you up for bed.”
I don’t lift my cheek from the desk, but smile because that sounds fucking awesome.