Chapter Eighteen #2
He drizzles something with a gentle glug glug from the bottle, and she whines when she feels his slick fingers make contact between her thighs, trailing lazily between her pussy and clit, circling her nub and then gently plunging two oiled fingers into her pussy.
She clenches around him with a gasp as he expertly rubs the sensitive wall at her front before he removes them. He hums appreciatively as he does so, and then his fingers trail upwards towards her ass.
"If I hurt you, or you want to stop at any point, you will say so, and we will stop.
There will be no punishment. You will not feel shame or embarrassment.
You will tell me if something feels good and you want us to do it again.
And you will tell me if something doesn't feel good and you want to stop or you want us to go slower. Do you understand, Charlotte?"
"Yes," she gasps out.
"Yes, what?" He asks, his voice serious, yet his tone light.
"Yes, daddy," she responds, knowing exactly what he wants from her.
"Good girl," he praises. And then one of his fingers presses forwards into her clenching hole. There is a bite of pain with it, but she does not resist, forcing her muscles to relax and accept him.
The feeling is strange. Not like how it feels when they enter her pussy.
It's foreign and uncomfortably tight and vulnerable.
They could cause her harm if they were careless with her while doing this, and maybe that thought sharpens her scent with fear, because both of them purr on either side of her, Silas behind her and Alex in front.
Silas uses his other hand to rest on her buttock, not pulling or grabbing, just a reassuring presence. He was there, and he would take care of her through this, the hand told her.
"Slowly," Silas murmurs, letting his finger simply sit there unmoving. As her body gradually begins to relax around him, he wiggles the finger, and then he pulls out slightly and another finger presses inside her, stretching her even wider.
She whines at the feeling, her hips wiggling forwards against the desk, which only serves to press the front of her slit against the hard wood. She moans as the sensitive flesh sends a flash of pleasure through her, causing her to clench around the fingers, pulling them deeper.
"That's it," Silas says, his voice husky with desire. "Good girl, Charlotte. You're such a good girl for us, letting daddy have his wicked way."
She sees Alex just out of her field of vision behind the desk unzipping his pants deftly and pulling out his thick cock.
He strokes his hand up and down it in one quick motion, apparently greatly enjoying the sight of her being sodomized over the desk in the office while the rest of the company went about their day just on the other side of the door.
Not letting her be distracted, Silas pulls his fingers back again, easing a third one into her until she nearly wants to scream with the sensation.
It was too much, way too much, and not enough, not nearly enough.
Her pussy aches with need, swollen and dripping slick down to her leg in a trail, making her shiver with the sensation.
"Give me a hand here," she hears Silas murmur in a low voice, and then Alex leaves her field of vision.
She hears that same glug glug again as they decant some more of the oil, and she hears Alex muttering "I'm never going to complain about your olive oil martinis again."
Silas laughs in response, then she hears him suck in a breath in a hiss. When she turns her head to see what they're doing, the vision burns into her retinas, imprinting on her brain forever.
When she dies, this memory will be the last thing she thinks about.
Silas is standing behind her, one hand still lightly resting on her hip, the other extending forward, connecting with her where she can feel him stretching her open.
Alex is beside him, a small bottle of a vibrant green oil in one hand and the other hand on Silas’ cock, lazily stroking him, coating him in the shiny substance. His own cock hangs out of his pants, forgotten, but still hard. It jumps with interest when she turns her head to look.
When she makes eye contact with Silas, his eyes seem to blaze, and he presses his fingers even more firmly inside of her, sliding them out and then pressing them home again, angling them downwards towards her aching slit.
Her vision turns white with the sensation, too full, stretching, burning, forbidden, and yet... pressing on something new, something that makes her moan as her eyes flutter closed with pleasure.
"Good girl," he says, his voice rough. "Daddy's going to fuck you now, baby. Just relax and let me take care of you."
And then his fingers are pulling out until just the tips remain, and in one smooth slide, his fingertips leave her, immediately replaced with the broad head of his cock.
She squeaks a little, her head hitting the desk as she becomes suddenly unable to hold herself up or do anything except feel.
Feel him, inside of her, in this new and unexpected place.
But it doesn't hurt. It isn't like the first time when he took her virginity.
There was no tearing pain, no desire to wiggle herself away.
When she doesn't struggle, he eases himself in further in a slow, gentle push. "Good girl," he murmurs again, almost as if he doesn't even notice he's saying it. "There's daddy's good girl. Daddy is going to take such good care of his baby."
There is another bite of pain now, but it somehow only adds to the pleasure that is building, her body craving more.
"Please," she moans, pressing her hips back against him. "Please, daddy. I need it."
"Oh, holy fuck," Alex groans, and she hears him unzipping his pants further, his slick hand making contact with his own cock with a wet noise. "Our girl is begging you to fuck her ass. How is she so perfect? How did we get so fucking lucky?"
Silas eases more of his cock inside of her and she sees stars. With one more smooth thrust, she can feel his growing knot sitting just outside her entrance, and they both groan as he seats himself fully inside her.
She feels full in a way she never has before, but still she needs more. God, please, she needs him to move. She needs him to fuck her.
"Pleaasee!" Her voice is a whine, a pitch that she's never heard before. A typical omega sound, cajoling their alphas to give them what they want. She's never had an alpha before, never felt like an omega. But these alphas made her feel things she never dreamed of feeling.
Both alphas purr in response, as if on instinct to hearing their omega's distress.
She feels more liquid being drizzled over the cleft of her ass, coating her entrance and his cock with more of the oil, and then he is moving, withdrawing out of her, dragging his cock against that new spot inside of her and thrusting forwards again against it.
She keens, her hands scrambling to grip the desk.
"Please, please, please, please..." She can hear herself chanting under her breath, and her alpha obeys, dragging his cock over that spot again as the hand that had been holding her hip comes to grip the back of her neck, as if to hold her in place as he continues rocking his hips against her.
He doesn't fully withdraw, doesn't forcefully thrust into her.
He keeps his length pressed into that delicate place, leaving her full beyond belief.
She hears the door open behind them and her whole body seizes in terror as she tries to shoot up. She is only stopped by Silas’ grip on the back of her neck and his hips pressed against hers, still holding her to the desk.
"Well," she hears a familiar voice as Tomas' quiet footsteps enter the room and swiftly close the door behind him. "What do we have here?"
Silas’ hips do not stop moving, pressing forwards until his knot presses against her entrance again before gently pulling back all the way until just the tip is inside her, as if to offer a visual explanation to her third alpha.
"Fuck." She hears Tomas curse. And then his scent fills her nose, and she hears him approach the desk, stopping to stand next to Silas. She feels his hands on her ass before he spreads her cheeks, as if inspecting where Silas’ cock is, as if he needs to see it for himself to confirm it.
Then he is leaning over next to her, and she can feel the heat of his body beside her as he folds himself over, so he is parallel with her, face to face.
She turns her head to look at him and finds his face impassive, but his eyes are filled with a heat that burns through her.
He is bent over, in the same position she has been pressed to submit in, yet for him, the position only holds dominance.
He reaches out a hand to brush hair off her face, his soft gesture so at odds with his words.
"I'm going to plug your ass after this, Charlotte.
After Silas is finished fucking you and he fills you with cum, I'm going to plug all of it inside of you so that for the rest of the day you remember that you let your boss fuck you in the ass over his desk.
And then I am going to take you home and I am going to fuck every hole you have until you beg me to stop. How does that sound?"
She shuts her eyes tightly, his words worming their way through her and heating her up. She can feel her pussy quivering, her ass tightening further around Silas as she feels a release building even now, even like this. She hears Silas curse behind her at the sensation.
"Look at me." Tomas' voice leaves no room to disobey.
She looks at him, her eyes meeting his.