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Author: Cleo Peitsche
gaze. Maybe he was a sophisticated workaholic, but he was all male. "What do you do for sex, Elle?"
The truth welled up in her throat, and the support in Karl's eyes made it easy for her to speak. After all, it was impossible that they didn't already know; they just wanted to hear her admit it. "I guess I'm the office fuck toy," she said with a breathless little laugh. It was hard as hell to talk when she was so close to coming.
Gustav's voice lowered. "The whole office? Tell us about that."
Elle colored. "No. Not yet. Just for Cunningham, Jonathan and Nolan."
Gustav and Karl exchanged a glance.
"How long have you been working there?"
"Almost a month," Elle said.
Gustav switched off the remote and leaned back. Elle sulked a little and squirmed, trying to get the apparatus in her panties to finish the job.
"You were right, Karl," Gustav said. He thoughtfully tapped his lower lip with his thumb. "I've half a mind to teach Cunningham a lesson."
Karl turned over one of Elle's hands and caressed the sensitive skin of her inner wrist. "Just because we can't keep her doesn't mean we can't play with her." He dropped a hand to her knee. "Elle, would you like to come now?"
"I couldn't—"
"You can and you will." Gustav tapped the remote, and the vibrator kicked into high gear. Elle's belly tightened, and each time she inhaled, her breasts rose up.
Gustav slipped a hand under the table and placed it high up on her thigh, above her stocking. He moved her dress back as confidently as if he'd touched her a million times before, and he squeezed her hard enough to bring her attention to him.
"Come for me, Elle," he said. His finger plucked at the tight garter strap, and it snapped against her skin with a sizzling kiss. Karl squeezed her other thigh, and Elle had the impression of being held open for these men to take their pleasure. They had all the control; she had none.
She bit down hard on her lip as she yielded to the insistent humming that warmed her clit and folds. Still, a strangled, joyful noise escaped her as her pussy clenched so violently that she shook all over. The hands on her thighs kept her from coming off the chair, though by the time the orgasm waned, the hands had slid up to the juncture of her thighs, so close to her hungry, plumped lips.
The vibrator was shut off just in time for the waiters to bring plates of fragrant food. Elle glanced around. No one was staring at her, but that didn't mean no one had noticed. Now that she'd come, she could see the world with clear eyes, and one thing was certain—she wanted to go to the bathroom and get rid of the vibrator.
But Cunningham had put it there, so she shouldn't remove it. Even though she was angry with him, she couldn't disobey.
"Crap. What timing," Karl said under his breath, his eyes shooting daggers at something behind her.
Elle turned to see what had annoyed him, and her heart leapt up into her throat. They hadn't deserted her after all! Jonathan, flanked by Nolan, headed her way. As always, Jonathan's tousled, movie-star hair and easy way of moving made heads turn toward him. Seeing him so unexpectedly gave Elle a jolt, and she saw him with fresh eyes: astonishingly attractive, Nordic coloring, and a face so beautiful that despite his friendly demeanor, their first encounter had rendered her speechless.
Behind him, Nolan was impeccable in a gray suit. Even at this distance, Elle could clearly read the controlled anger in his dark blue eyes. That didn't necessarily mean that something was the matter; she was starting to get used to Nolan's moods, but if he fucked her before he calmed down, she'd be sore for days. Not that it was a bad thing. She looked longingly back the way they had come, but Cunningham wasn't with them.
Jonathan indicated the empty chair with a nod of the head. "We thought we'd find Cunningham here," he said.
Gustav's eyes crinkled as he levelly returned Jonathan's gaze. "It seems he changed his mind."
Jonathan
The truth welled up in her throat, and the support in Karl's eyes made it easy for her to speak. After all, it was impossible that they didn't already know; they just wanted to hear her admit it. "I guess I'm the office fuck toy," she said with a breathless little laugh. It was hard as hell to talk when she was so close to coming.
Gustav's voice lowered. "The whole office? Tell us about that."
Elle colored. "No. Not yet. Just for Cunningham, Jonathan and Nolan."
Gustav and Karl exchanged a glance.
"How long have you been working there?"
"Almost a month," Elle said.
Gustav switched off the remote and leaned back. Elle sulked a little and squirmed, trying to get the apparatus in her panties to finish the job.
"You were right, Karl," Gustav said. He thoughtfully tapped his lower lip with his thumb. "I've half a mind to teach Cunningham a lesson."
Karl turned over one of Elle's hands and caressed the sensitive skin of her inner wrist. "Just because we can't keep her doesn't mean we can't play with her." He dropped a hand to her knee. "Elle, would you like to come now?"
"I couldn't—"
"You can and you will." Gustav tapped the remote, and the vibrator kicked into high gear. Elle's belly tightened, and each time she inhaled, her breasts rose up.
Gustav slipped a hand under the table and placed it high up on her thigh, above her stocking. He moved her dress back as confidently as if he'd touched her a million times before, and he squeezed her hard enough to bring her attention to him.
"Come for me, Elle," he said. His finger plucked at the tight garter strap, and it snapped against her skin with a sizzling kiss. Karl squeezed her other thigh, and Elle had the impression of being held open for these men to take their pleasure. They had all the control; she had none.
She bit down hard on her lip as she yielded to the insistent humming that warmed her clit and folds. Still, a strangled, joyful noise escaped her as her pussy clenched so violently that she shook all over. The hands on her thighs kept her from coming off the chair, though by the time the orgasm waned, the hands had slid up to the juncture of her thighs, so close to her hungry, plumped lips.
The vibrator was shut off just in time for the waiters to bring plates of fragrant food. Elle glanced around. No one was staring at her, but that didn't mean no one had noticed. Now that she'd come, she could see the world with clear eyes, and one thing was certain—she wanted to go to the bathroom and get rid of the vibrator.
But Cunningham had put it there, so she shouldn't remove it. Even though she was angry with him, she couldn't disobey.
"Crap. What timing," Karl said under his breath, his eyes shooting daggers at something behind her.
Elle turned to see what had annoyed him, and her heart leapt up into her throat. They hadn't deserted her after all! Jonathan, flanked by Nolan, headed her way. As always, Jonathan's tousled, movie-star hair and easy way of moving made heads turn toward him. Seeing him so unexpectedly gave Elle a jolt, and she saw him with fresh eyes: astonishingly attractive, Nordic coloring, and a face so beautiful that despite his friendly demeanor, their first encounter had rendered her speechless.
Behind him, Nolan was impeccable in a gray suit. Even at this distance, Elle could clearly read the controlled anger in his dark blue eyes. That didn't necessarily mean that something was the matter; she was starting to get used to Nolan's moods, but if he fucked her before he calmed down, she'd be sore for days. Not that it was a bad thing. She looked longingly back the way they had come, but Cunningham wasn't with them.
Jonathan indicated the empty chair with a nod of the head. "We thought we'd find Cunningham here," he said.
Gustav's eyes crinkled as he levelly returned Jonathan's gaze. "It seems he changed his mind."
Jonathan
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