Chapter Eighteen #3
His face was both beautiful and handsome in a way that seemed unfair, such a perfectly straight nose and a mouth that could almost be described as delicate.
On a woman, it would be pretty. Thick blond hair was turning silver and fell across his forehead in a way that made him seem even more refined.
Classically handsome. The closely cropped beard he kept was dusted salt and pepper, but she had always thought it made him look distinguished, only adding to his appeal.
She couldn't imagine he ever looked more handsome than he did now, even as a younger man.
"Do you like this, Charlotte? Do you like the feeling of being fucked like this?" Tomas' voice is politely interested, almost as if he was asking her whether she liked her sandwich toasted or not.
His body was still folded over the desk with hers, so strange for the man whose force of dominance usually made her teeth ache. His grey eyes bore into her, pinning her in place, as Silas began rocking again, gently pulling back and thrusting forwards. She makes an oof as he hits that spot again.
But even still, she knows Tomas will require an answer. Knows he would not permit her to look away. And so, she holds his gaze, even as her eyes water with the effort of it.
"Yes, sir," she says.
Her release is growing again, she can feel it, building and expanding inside of her like a knot.
Silas’ thrusts become harder, faster. There is that biting pain again as he begins truly fucking her ass, thrusting wildly for his own release.
Her mouth falls open, but still she does not break Tomas' gaze.
It is only when she feels Silas’ cock jump as he begins to empty himself inside her that her eyes finally close and she breaks, her pussy spasming around air, empty and wet and still aching.
As the thrusts become shorter and slower, she hears Tomas' voice again. It is stern and commanding and she whines with the need to please him. "When he pulls out, I want you to keep all of his cum inside you, Charlotte. Can you do that?"
"Yes, sir," she responds, finally opening her eyes once more. He is still there, next to her, and although his mouth doesn't move, she can see a smile shining at her through his eyes. He's proud of her. She made him proud. She thought that feeling was probably as good as any orgasm.
He slowly raises himself off the desk as if he were simply getting up to stretch his legs, his movements graceful, straightening out his jacket as he stands.
As she feels Silas sliding his softening cock out of her, she tightens her muscles and he grunts a little as she clenches around him. There is another bite of pain as he slips out of her, and she whimpers a little.
"Good girl," he says, running his hands lightly up her spine in reassurance. "You were such a good girl for me. Are you going to let Tomas plug you, sweet girl?"
"Yes," she says, her voice high and tight. She doesn't know how she will concentrate with something in her ass for the rest of the day, but she would do anything to please them.
"Such a good girl," he purrs. "Show me your asshole again. Spread for me."
She whines again as her hands slowly release the desk and creep down her body, grasping the globes of her bottom and spreading them for her alphas to see.
She buries her face into the desk, closing her eyes tightly at the embarrassment that flushes over her as she feels their eyes boring into her most private places.
Tomas clucks his tongue a little as if in disapproval and she nearly cries with the need to please him.
"This hole is still too tight for my cock, pet," he says, and then she feels something pressing against her there. It is smaller than the considerable girth of their alpha cocks, and he presses it firmly and insistently against her clenching entrance.
She gasps as she feels it enter her, the toy widening until she nearly squeaks in pain before it gets sucked inside her, a wide base pressing against her entrance.
The feeling was different than having him fuck her, but she finds she likes it, likes the heavy fullness sitting there, reminding her of where they've been.
"Fuck," she hears Alex curse behind her, his voice mumbling. "That's fucking hot. Where did you even get a plug from? Do you keep one in the fucking office?"
"Always be prepared, boy scout," Tomas replies, and she can practically hear the wry smile on his voice.
Then she feels Tomas' hands on her again, clasping the back of her hands in an almost romantic way. It is only when he begins moving them behind her back, so they're secured together above her tailbone, effectively restraining her against the desk, that she realizes his motive.
"Do you want to suck daddy's cock, baby?" Alex's voice is a warm rumble, and she hears him walk around the desk so he's standing in front of her once more.
Her eyes peek open, and she can see the hard bulge of him in front of her, directly level with her mouth. He's still hard, the head glistening where he has already leaked copious fluid from watching her.
"Daddy got so hard watching your ass get split open like that."
"Yes, please, daddy," she says. He deftly fists his cock, running along the length of it. The sight of the thickness of him makes her clench and she whimpers as it causes the plug to move inside her. His hand cups the back of her head as he guides himself to her lips.
"You have such a sweet little mouth, baby girl," he purrs as he slips the head of his cock between her lips. She sucks him down eagerly, moaning as the smoky taste of him hits her tongue. He begins thrusting himself into her mouth, deeper into her throat with each thrust until she gags.
She has no control, with Alex holding her head and Tomas restraining her to the desk.
It should make her scared. They could choke her, not let her up for air, force themselves down her throat too far.
They could do anything. But that doesn't make her scared.
It makes her drip, more slick leaking out of her empty pussy.
She knows they can smell it. Which is why, when Tomas begins rubbing his bulge against the plug, nudging it deeper, she squeaks.
Thinking he's gone too far, Alex quickly withdraws from her mouth, hands reaching to smooth over her face, looking down at her with concern.
"Too much, baby?"
"No," she breathes, trying to catch her breath. "But if Mr. Front keeps doing that, he's going to um–" She blushes. "–stain his pants. I'm sorry, sir. I'm... making a mess."
It seemed they did not care if she made a mess though, because no sooner than she's spoken is Alex's cock is back in her mouth, while Tomas' cock finds its way to her clit, rubbing the silky fabric of his pants over her sensitized nub.
It does not take long before she is coming again, filling the air with the heavy scent of her arousal. Alex's hips stutter, and then he is filling her mouth with the sweet tobacco taste of him.
"Fuck, yes," he growls, his voice low and rough. "Perfect girl. You have the most perfect fucking mouth of anyone I've ever seen. Such a good girl for us."
She is dazed, still coming down from her high, her pussy still quivering around empty air. When Alex leans down to kiss her swollen lips, his big hands cupping her face, she feels as if she might float away again, all the way up to the ceiling.
"Thank you, daddy," she says, her voice dreamy. The smile he gives her in return is so warm, so loving, she feels as if her heart might just reach out and touch his.
It is Tomas' hands that gently ease her off the surface of the desk then, pulling her skirt back down and rubbing his finger beneath her eyes to wipe away the mascara smudged there.
"Come sit, have a drink of water," he murmurs.
He eases her over, positioning her so she's seated across his lap on the teak armchair.
Silas presses a glass of water in her hands, taking a seat in the other chair next to them.
They can't take their eyes off her, none of them, each of their gazes tracking her like she's prey.
For some reason, it makes her feel safe. Cherished.
"You did so well, Charlotte," Tomas says, stroking a hand through her hair. "How do you feel?"
"Warm," she says immediately.
His face is uncharacteristically open, approval radiating into her and making her bones glow like he was emitting radium into all her soft and vulnerable tissues.
"Do you want to stop?" His brow raises at her, and she knows he's talking about the plug. He was offering to take it out, to let her end this game now if she doesn't like it or if she wants a break.
She shakes her head at him. "No, sir," she says, letting him read the earnestness on her face. The pleasure, and the embarrassment, to the point of being nearly overstimulated. But just short of that, her pussy still aching and pulsing uncontrollably around empty air.
His eyes search her face for a moment, then his own hardens back into the polite mask of Mr. Front once again.
"Go back to your desk, Ms. Hines," he dismisses her, his voice politely impassive, as if they had not just done unspeakable things to her, as if she had simply been called to the office to deliver a memo and was now being sent back to her desk.
As if he didn't have her slick wetting the front of his trousers, where his erection is still clearly outlined, still hard.
"Yes sir."
As she stands, she feels the plug shift inside of her. It becomes even worse with every step, wiggling and moving, reminding her of its presence.
She nervously tugs at her skirt, and she feels rich chuckles behind her, warming her face.
"Something bothering you, pet?" Tomas' voice is taunting now.
"No, sir," she says, forcing her voice steady and professional.
"Good."
She closes the door behind her quickly, rushing to return to her seat. Sitting on the firm chair seems to make things worse, the plug pressing in even deeper, massaging the front of her sex and making her see stars.
She purposely ignores the door behind her when it opens, steadily avoids Alex's attempts to catch her eye as he walks past her on the way to the copier room.
She keeps her eyes trained on her screen for the next hour, ignoring the three men as they loiter around her desk while they finish off their work for the day.
Even as she stands up and feels the plug shift inside her when the three of them come to fetch her at the end of the day, she furiously avoids their gaze.
Yet still she can smell her own slick on the air, heavy and needy.
"Home," Silas just manages to bite out as he rounds on her desk. "Now."