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going,” Jonathan said. “More.”
    With a whimper, she did as he instructed. It wasn’t until she had the chair’s plush seat on her bare buttocks that he was satisfied.
    She pulled up the elegant white tablecloth and draped it over her lower body, and was relieved when Cunningham didn’t take this last bit of modesty away from her.
    Jonathan squeezed a finger inside her, next to Cunningham’s two digits. Now she was completely helpless.
    Cunningham nipped her ear. “Come.”
    “But—”
    “Before the slideshow is over.”
    She whimpered. Nolan rose and came to stand behind her. She tilted her head back to look at him, confused, pleading for mercy.  
    “What is it you want, Elle?” he asked. “No… what do you need ?” And he wrapped his fingers around her throat. He bent low and caught her lower lip between his teeth. When she gasped, he pressed his mouth onto hers and raked his hand through her hair, ruining her coiffure.
    Cunningham used his thumb to rub little circles around her slippery, engorged clit. She squeezed her eyes. She didn’t want to orgasm… to be so easy for Cunningham to order around… but she did want to, too. She hungered for this horrible, no boundaries submission to her lovers. It was like their every thought was for her pleasure. This was so far beyond what she’d expected when they’d made her stretch out naked on the conference room table the day she interviewed. Then, it had been a quiet, secret adventure, but along the way it had become public, the adventure becoming her life, her future.
    Maybe, if she’d resisted then, the lines might have been drawn elsewhere. But she suspected otherwise. Cunningham would have pushed her; it was his nature. How much more would he demand? And would she ever tell him “no” and mean it?
    No. She wouldn’t. She loved him, and she was addicted to him, and she trusted him. It had been true from the first time they met. She belonged, body and soul, to these masculine, demanding, dominant men. They spoiled her, took care of her, and made her do the dirtiest, most inappropriate things…
    Nolan cupped her breast and squeezed her nipple through the fabric. Her pussy seized around the fingers inside her, and her hips lifted off the chair. The men pushed into her harder, pinning her down, forcing her still.  
    The orgasm came, as bidden. She almost cried out, and what noise she did make was muffled by Nolan’s mouth over hers. Electric energy coursed through her, spinning and crashing deep in her center as her body squeezed around her bosses’ thrusting fingers. This was what she was, who she was. She knew it with certainty in that moment of freedom. Everything else was the lie.
    Nolan straightened, and she sagged, depleted. When she tucked the loosened tendrils of hair behind her ears, her hands were shaking.
    “Let’s go,” Cunningham said. His fingers left a damp trail down her leg that cooled quickly. The men all stood, and Elle fixed her gown before rising.
    Cunningham possessively wrapped his arm around her shoulder. Jonathan stayed on her other side, and Nolan was right next to him. Elle sensed everyone staring at the three of them. When they reached the door, she turned to glance at their former table.
    It was nicely dark down there. No one could have possibly seen her getting finger-fucked by two men while a third devoured her mouth.

    Cunningham’s Town Car waited at the curb. He waved off the driver and opened the door for Elle, lending her a supportive hand, then maneuvered into the vehicle after her. The car, like all of Cunningham’s belongings, was pristine. No smudges on the windows, not a single wayward piece of lint on the mats. It smelled faintly like pine, but she doubted Cunningham would agree to something as pedestrian as an air freshener. It wouldn’t surprise her if he had the drivers fill the cars with evergreen wreaths when they weren’t being used. She snickered, covering her mouth with her hand, and Cunningham