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  I’m pumped too full of raging lust to disagree with him about anything. “Deal,” I say. “Can I ask you a question?”

  “Of course.” He caresses my hair, his touch so gentle that it somehow hurts.

  “Will I get sex tonight?”

  A short exhalation tells me he’s amused. “We’ll see,” he says. He runs the pad of his thumb over my lips, then he’s walking away.

  I’m not wholly surprised when Romeo comes into the room.

  “Do you need anything?” he asks. “Are you thirsty? Hungry?”

  Truth be told, I have to pee, but it’s not urgent, and I’m far more interested in his secret than taking a bathroom break. I shake my head.

  I sense him standing in front of me.

  His large hands press onto my thighs, like he’s spreading me open for him. He’s only about five or six inches from my pussy, and I begin trembling all over.

  Suddenly, I don’t care about his secret; I only want his enormous cock inside me. I need to feel physically close to him.

  “You know, I worried that I’d never see you again,” he says. The anger that I noticed earlier, when he trapped me in the hotel parking lot, is back in his voice. “Hawthorne told us everything. That you wanted us to stay away. The night you slept in my bed… What was it like for you?”

  I try to shrug. It’s not that I don’t care, but I don’t know how to answer. How can I possibly tell Romeo that it was the most amazing night of my entire life? But I can’t shrug, not restrained the way I am.

  His fingers dig into the soft flesh of my inner thighs, and I want him to force my legs wider, then to impale me on his shaft.

  Of course he doesn’t. That would be too pleasurable.

  His mouth grazes my neck, and I throw my head back. He makes a masculine growl as his lips drag over my sensitive skin.

  “Tell me,” he says. “When you ran, was it only because you were afraid of being discovered by your family? Or were you afraid of me? Are you afraid of me now?”

  He’s nuzzling the notch at the bottom of my throat, so I know he can’t see my face, and maybe that’s what gives me the courage to tell the truth.

  “I was starting to want more.” My voice shakes, and my mouth is completely dry.

  He goes still, and I think I made a mistake. Then his hands move from my thighs to my face. He pushes the blindfold up, onto my forehead. The knot is so tight that the fabric scrapes my skin, but I don’t care.

  Even though the lighting in this room is muted, I have to blink a few times. Romeo’s gorgeous face is mere inches from mine, and his fathomless brown eyes… They’re breathtaking.

  He’s just too hot. The perfect, masculine symmetry of his tanned face, his mane of dark hair, the powerful breadth of his shoulders…

  Shyness sweeps over me, and I drop my gaze.

  “Please look at me,” he says. He sounds more like a concerned lover than a dispassionate dom.

  Slowly, I stare into his eyes. I want to be seen, but I’m not sure I can bear it.

  After a long moment, Romeo nods, and I slowly exhale.

  “The three of us had a girlfriend,” he says. “We were together for a year, and she left, rather abruptly, I might add. She wanted a traditional relationship. We weren’t sure we wanted to get involved with someone at that level again, but you… just happened.”

  I feel my face grow hot, but I don’t care. “I… I’m glad you found me tonight,” I whisper. Because it’s true, and he deserves to know.

  Romeo’s smile lights his face. “What about you? Why did your last relationship end?”

  After a moment, I admit, “I’ve never really had a serious boyfriend.”

  “I suspected as much.” He leans forward and treats me to the most heart-stopping kiss of my life.

  My knees actually get so weak that they give out.

  He pulls away. “I’m happy that the four of us are finally on the same page,” he says, “but that’s not going to change our program. We put a lot of thought into developing something that will be beneficial to you, and we’re not going to cut corners. Not with you.”

  A pained look briefly crosses his face, and I suspect there’s more to the story about their ex.

  “Look down,” he says, all business. I drop my head, and he unknots the blindfold.

  Chapter 12

  The door opens, and my other two bosses enter. They’re still dressed, though they aren’t wearing their jackets.

  I watch them come toward me, and for the first time I’m aware of my surroundings.

  It’s not an ordinary room.

  For starters, I’m stretched out in a large frame. Overhead and on the walls, there are track marks, so I guess the frame moves, though I don’t know why it would need to. Mirrors surround us. No windows, though.

  And everything is black—the carpets, the color of the walls and the ceiling, the furniture. By now I know that black rooms tend to be where naughty things happen, at least as far as these men are concerned.

  The furniture… I don’t have names for most of the things I’m looking at, but everything seems designed with one end in mind: sex. I’ve never seen so many dangling cuffs and chairs with spreader bars incorporated into the frames. And the padding for many of the pieces isn’t where I’d expect it to be. It reminds me of the time I splurged on a month at a high-end gym; I had to hire someone to show me how to use the equipment.

  I take stock of myself. My arms are spread wide, and it reminds me of my victory pose, the one I use to psych myself up before a big meeting. The cuffs around my wrists and ankles are about three inches thick. The outside of the material is shiny black and looks like it would be easy to rip through.

  I’m sure it’s an illusion.

  As for the restraints holding my limbs in place, they’re heavy braided rope.

  “Do you like what you see?” Slade asks.

  My eyes snap to his face, and I see he’s amused.

  In fact, they all are.

  And all around us, reflected in the mirrors, I see my own confused and slightly horrified expression.

  I also see myself from behind, my legs open, my ass cheeks high, the small and subtle protuberance of my sex.

  Knowing that I’m on full display at a glance is so damned hot. Not because I think I look that great, but the possibilities for sex… I’ll get to see what it looks like when the men are buried inside of me.

  Romeo’s hands come around my waist. His fingers singe me.

  Slade is removing his cufflinks and rolling up his sleeves to reveal elegantly muscled forearms. Hawthorne is doing something at the wall.

  Suddenly, the frame holding me begins to turn, and within ten seconds, I’m face down and horizontal to the floor. Luckily, I’m high up enough that the ends of my long hair aren’t brushing the floor, getting dirty. Not that the room looks dirty. In fact, it’s pristine, not a smudge on the mirrors, and I realize that the slight whiff I caught upon entering the room was glass cleaner.

  Romeo loops a sort of webbed belt under my stomach. It takes the pressure off my lower back. From looking in the mirrors, I see that it’s suspended from the ceiling. Some kind of sex swing?

  Hawthorne crouches next to me and lifts my chin. “We’ve been tested, and you were tested. Tomorrow we’ll figure out a long-term birth control plan.”

  “Already taken care of,” I say. “I never trusted condoms.”

  He runs a finger across my mouth, then thrusts it between my teeth, forcing my jaw open.

  “Or you never trusted your partners?” he asks, but it’s not really a question. His other hand is unzipping his dark gray pants.

  When he stands, I’m at the perfect height to suck his cock. It occurs to me that the three of them being around the same size probably made it easy to set this up.

  And that makes me think of their previous partners, of the woman who left because she wanted a conventional relationship. And I admit… I’m jealous. If she hadn’t left, I wouldn’t be here now. They wou
ldn’t have noticed me in the first place.

  Maybe I’m lucky after all.

  I hear other zippers coming down, and thanks to the mirrors, I get to watch as Slade takes himself out. His thick cock is fully erect, and while I can’t quite see the gleam in his eyes, I can tell from the way his head is tilted that he’s staring intently at my pussy.

  That’s a nice advantage of being cuffed with my legs spread wide. I’m on full display, a sexual toy for the three rich, powerful men to play with. I feel myself get wetter at the thought, and I hope they have some kind of powerful carpet shampoo, because they’re going to need it.

  Especially if they’re not using condoms. It isn’t something I’d ever thought about, but the idea of their bare cocks sliding into me has become, suddenly, my hottest and most forbidden fantasy.

  I can’t wait to get pumped full.

  My body sways gently side to side. The sturdy straps that hold me in place are creaking slightly, but I’m not worried about them giving out.

  Another webbed belt dangles next to me, and Hawthorne positions it under my shoulders. It takes the pressure off my arms—pressure I wasn’t even aware of feeling, due to the soreness from holding out my shoes.

  Hawthorne grabs up a handful of my hair and pulls my head up. When he relaxes his grip slightly, my mouth lowers onto his rigid erection.

  My whole body swings back. It’s just a few inches… not enough for the stiff cock to pop free of my sucking lips.

  When I go forward again, I find Hawthorne buried deep in my throat.

  He groans as the ropes begin to pull me away. Suddenly he surges forward to maintain the intense contact.

  Something nudges at my slit. Just a touch and then I’m moving forward again, my throat massaging Hawthorne’s cock. I can feel every unyielding inch of his length. My lips barely touch the base of his body before I’m moving away.

  Hands grab my hips, and Slade shoves deep into my pussy. I gasp at the welcome but sudden invasion, then I’m left nearly empty before I can even appreciate having been completely filled.

  This time, it’s not Hawthorne’s cock that my mouth slams onto. It’s Romeo’s, and I find my cheeks and throat stuffed uncomfortably full of him. Even though I’ve taken all I can handle, he’s got so much more to give.

  The swinging continues for several minutes, and from what I can tell, it’s only good for whipping all four of us into a heightened state of frenzy. I’m not getting what I want, which is to have at least one—and preferably all—of my holes filled long enough for me to enjoy it.

  The men certainly aren’t getting what they want.

  So I’m not completely surprised when Romeo grabs my shoulders to slow the pace of the swinging.

  The three men move in a well-rehearsed choreography. I’m freed from my restraints, and before I have time to even rub my wrists and ankles, I’m flipped onto my back and cuffed again.

  Now the webbed belts cradle my lower and upper back. My head is too heavy to hold up, so I relax my neck. It’s the perfect position for deep-throating cock, which is doubtless why they chose it.

  More lines and straps are hanging down now, and I wonder where they came from.

  Slade unbuttons his white dress shirt, revealing a hard torso, a broad chest. Fisting his cock, he comes closer, directs it into my eager mouth.

  I wish I could look into his eyes while I suck him. Instead, I’ve got a prime view of the dropped seam of his pants, the material wrinkled.

  He shoves in deep and holds himself there. It’s an abrupt movement that leaves me gagging, the force of which makes my body twist on the ropes. But Slade has a tight hold on my head.

  He pulls out, then drops down. While I catch my breath, I look into the mirrors and see that he’s strapping himself below me.

  Now we’re horizontal and parallel to each other. I’m too far above him for sex, though.

  Romeo remedies that by adjusting something on the wall. I don’t move, but Slade does. His fingers are spreading my ass wide, and his cock, slick from deep-throat saliva, presses relentlessly into my ass.

  I moan, my feet flexing in their restraints. I try to jerk away, but unless I’ve got untapped powers of levitation, I’m helpless.

  Inch by inch, my ass is stretched full. My pussy quivers in anticipation, and I’m so horny for my bosses… I want to scream for them to hurry up and fuck me, but they move at their own paces.

  One nice thing, however, is that Slade’s strong chest is supporting me. It’s better than having just ropes and webbed belts holding me up. And I can rest the back of my head on his shoulder to give my neck a break—a temporary one, I’m sure.

  A little shiver runs through me, and Slade’s cock pulses in my rear. This I’ve never felt before. It really is more intimate with nothing separating us.

  Hawthorne stands at my head, and I use the mirrors to watch as Romeo moves between my legs. He grabs my hips, pulls me toward him.

  Underneath me, Slade moves as well.

  The first time Romeo’s swollen head slowly glides over my slick flesh, I nearly die. It feels that amazing. The satiny, velvety skin of his cock is in alluring contrast to the rock-hard nature of his erection.

  With a little tug, he pulls me closer, and the plump head of his cock slowly fills my entrance.

  Oh, I want more, but I don’t get it. Instead, I rock forward. Slade shifts to the side, and my head drops down moments before Hawthorne’s cock comes at me hard and fast, like a battering ram.

  Like Romeo, he only gets the tip of his shaft wet before I’m swinging away.

  Romeo growls loudly. His cock moves a little deeper now, and tight spasms start in my center and spread outward. Even my toes and fingers are clenching.

  I need release. If I don’t get it, I’m convinced I’ll die, no exaggeration.

  Hawthorne has had enough. He shoves in nice and deep, gagging me on his stiff erection. Only the very tip of Romeo’s cock remains inside me.

  It’s not enough.

  My squirming makes Slade grip my hips tightly, and I can tell he’s getting impatient.

  Hawthorne steps forward, shoving me onto Romeo. I slam hard onto his enormous shaft.

  It drives the breath out of my lungs, and my eyes fly wide open in shock. So does my mouth, and Hawthorne rocks forward to fully claim my mouth as if my body was designed for his pleasure.

  “Goddamn, Lindsay, you’re perfect,” Romeo growls out. He’s always been loud during sex, but usually just at the end, when he’s about to orgasm.

  Maybe he’s that close now? But I don’t think so. He’s not thrusting like he’s about to explode inside me.

  Slade digs his fingers into my hips.

  I can feel that I’m in better shape than I was a week ago… All those lonely miles on the treadmill really did make a difference. Not a huge one, but I feel like the sexiest woman on the planet.

  Or maybe it’s the three horny billionaires, these gorgeous men who could have any woman they want, who make me feel so irresistible.

  All I know is that I’m so glad they came for me, that they knew what I needed and found a way to make me accept it.

  The men hold me tightly in place, and having my wrists and ankles bound makes their pounding more intense. It’s almost too much to bear.

  Hawthorne cups the underside of my chin in his hand as he fucks my mouth. My moans are muffled around his cock.

  I can’t turn my head, but through the curtain of my hair, I see the scene reflected all around us.

  My legs are spread wide, allowing Romeo and Slade access.

  Sometimes, the rutting men move in harmony, and my breasts bounce hard. Other times, my entire body shimmies and jiggles. It’s not exactly flattering, but I have to admit that it’s an erotic sight to see a woman being so thoroughly used.

  Especially by three broad-shouldered, muscular men.

  And if feels even better than it looks.

  Romeo’s noisy grunts vibrate through my bones. His vocal appreciation is
getting louder and louder, booming through the room.

  All the men are making noise, and I am, too. The wet smacks of our flesh, and the sucking sounds of my mouth and my pussy as the cocks thrust hard, make a nice background to the masculine growls and panting.

  And I love how the room smells right now. The traces of glass cleaner have been overpowered by the perfume of sex, of agreeable male musk.

  How fortunate that these three men smell so good. If they didn’t, this would be unbearable. As it is, I can’t get enough.

  I squeal in ecstasy. A new rush of slickness coats Romeo’s cock as my pussy clamps his shaft. Apparently he can feel it; his cock hardens even more.

  “Now,” Romeo pants, and Hawthorne leans forward. His fingers find my nipples, and he tweaks and twists them.

  The pain makes me gasp, makes my throat open wider to accommodate his thrusting girth.

  Then his tongue laps my clit.

  I can’t believe it. I’m being triple-penetrated and sixty-nined at the same time. And I love it.

  It wouldn’t matter if I hated it, though, because I’m not going anywhere.

  An orgasmic explosion makes me cry out. My pussy grips Romeo, but he’s so thick and buried so deep that it feels like my body is trying to squeeze an unyielding tree bough. But it sets him off. Loudly. I feel his cock pumping inside me.

  The cock in my ass swells, and I know Slade is starting to come, too.

  And I’m about to come again. Hawthorne’s tongue flicking over my clit makes sure of that, and his large fingers pinch my nipples to seal the deal.

  I’m practically screaming.

  No one can hear it because I’m effectively gagged with Hawthorne’s spasming erection. Even restrained by ropes and belts and strong male hands, my body writhes as elation overcomes me.

  Never would I have thought to request that someone lick my clit while all my holes were full, but now… I know what I’ll be craving nonstop.

  Hawthorne gives my clit one final lick, which makes me shudder because I’m too sensitive. Then he leans up, and I guess he wants to be well out of the way before Romeo’s softening cock leaves its snug hiding place.

  He doesn’t need to worry; Romeo doesn’t seem to be in a hurry to go anywhere.