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Elle sat up straight and slammed her knees together, trapping Cunningham’s hand… except if he’d wanted to get away, he could have. No, he was staying right where he was, his fingers buried deep in her pussy. He began to stroke her slowly as he leaned forward and propped his chin innocently on his other hand.

On her left, Jonathan was half-sprawled out. Elle sensed he was holding in laughter. She didn’t dare look at him.

The host smiled at Elle and winked, and Elle blanched. Did he know…?
 

But no, he was just being friendly. She hoped.
 

“I’m quite pleased to offer our first-ever Inspired Citizen award to Mr. Brian Cunningham of Cunningham & Associates.” Another man in a tux came down the steps, carrying a plaque which he handed to the host.

Throughout the room, people applauded.

“You have enriched our city, and you are an inspiration to us all.” He extended the plaque to Cunningham.

Time slowed to a crawl. Cunningham had to stand up and accept it. He
had
to. And even assuming he withdrew his hand without everyone noticing what they’d been up to, his fingers would be wet.

And the worst part was that Cunningham wouldn’t even care. In fact, he’d probably enjoy it, knowing how uncomfortable she was. As if to prove her point, he stroked her faster.

She wanted to bury her face in her hands, but instead she stared straight ahead, pouring all her concentration into the Sisyphean task of preserving the shreds of her unraveling composure.

Jonathan rose gracefully. “On behalf of my associate, who has had too much to drink this evening, I gratefully accept this award. We will display it prominently in our offices as a reminder that a few dedicated people can indeed better the world.” He held it aloft a moment, then made a little half-bow as he regained his seat.

Beaming, the host returned to the stage and signaled for the slideshow to begin.

Jonathan leaned in, so close that she could feel the sexy tickle of his breath on her skin. “You’re welcome,” he said slowly, teasingly.
 

“Thank you,” she breathed, relaxing as the lights in the room faded.

He smiled cockily. “Talk is cheap. Let’s see how grateful you really are.” Jonathan plunged his hand under her dress. “Open your legs.”

“I can’t,” she said, trembling. “It’s too tight…”

“Then I’ll rip it off you,” Cunningham said.

Shaking, she squirmed, pulling the dress up higher.
 

“Keep 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 raised an eyebrow.

Nolan went around the other side and got in, and Elle was pressed in between their firm bodies. The driver closed the door after Jonathan.

“Whose place tonight?” Jonathan asked.

There was silence.
 

The lack of a permanent home for the four of them was getting to be a sore point. Elle had insisted they live together, and everyone had agreed, but there hadn’t been much progress. Nolan had figured it out; she was stalling on purpose.

Cunningham wanted her to choose which of them she would marry. To him, living together was probably distasteful for one simple reason: it wasn’t what he’d wanted. It had been the compromise she’d forced him into, and he wasn’t a compromising man.
 

Once they were settled in together, he would force the marriage issue—they probably all would—and she’d have nowhere to retreat, no more concessions to offer up as an alternative. Cunningham would have his way. Any lingering doubts were dispelled by his little announcement to April.
A wedding soon.

Getting engaged was supposed to be a joyous occasion, but no matter which man she chose, the other two would be devastated. The relationship wouldn’t change, in theory, but things might slowly evolve until one day she woke up and said to her husband, “I wonder what the other guys are doing?” and he’d just make a noncommittal noise.

She couldn’t risk that happening. She loved them all too much. Cunningham’s control and dominance, Jonathan’s confident style, Nolan’s flirtatious torment. Each one brought something special to her life.

“I want to go home,” she said. She’d spent the last two nights at Cunningham’s loft. Weekends the three of them were together, but during the week, she had to rotate. Sometimes she wondered if they needed a lawyer to step in and help them divide the time up.

Cunningham sighed, then gave the order to his driver.
 

Before, if she’d disappointed him, he might have frozen her out, punished her with his stony silence, but not anymore. Already he was unfastening his pants, and his erect cock sprang free. He rested an imposing hand on the back of her neck, compelling her to take him deep, demanding she stretch her lips around his girth.

He anchored her to him, forcing her to accept the fullness of his organ in her mouth and throat. The sounds of the car muffled her choked little moans as he pulled himself from her.

“Face us.”

She turned and tried to kneel, but the car was too small. Her hips ended up wedged between the front seats. Surely the driver knew what was happening, knew that her ass was inches from the back of his arm, but she blocked him from her mind. She looked up and saw that Jonathan and Nolan had taken themselves out as well.

Cunningham moved her hands, allowing her to rest on him, and Jonathan reached for her, angling her face into his lap. His cock was long and thick, with a bulbous head she loved to tease over her lips, and he smelled faintly of sex.

“Take me all the way, baby.” Jonathan fucked her mouth steadily, hungrily, then passed her to Cunningham.

She tried to catch her breath, but Cunningham nudged between her lips. “Open,” he growled as he forced himself deep into her throat, holding her there, reminding her that he was her boss, her dominant, demanding boss, and he expected her to perform to his standards whenever asked.

Her throat convulsed around the length of him, but she yielded meekly. Her lovers had taught her well, and her body would accommodate their desires. At last he eased up, then handed her to Nolan.

“I’d rather be fucking your ass, you know,” Nolan said gently as he tucked loose hair behind her ear.
 

It was a warning that he’d fuck her mouth roughly. Of the three, he could be the most violent in the bedroom. Sure, Cunningham was more likely to spank her until her ass was covered in welts, but Nolan would be the one to fuck her raw without a moment’s hesitation.

He breached her lips with his cock and held her head there, not forcing her down onto him like the others had. Elle’s breath hitched in her chest; she knew what was coming.

She closed her eyes and mentally tried to brace herself, but there was no possible preparation for what followed. He tightened his grip on her, then rammed into her mouth and throat, fast, unforgiving. It was far more difficult to breathe; at least when Cunningham’s girth filled her airway, it was more or less constant. This frantic, frenzied jackhammering was pure torture, and as such, absolute bliss for the submissive in her.

At last he slowed and stopped, then let her go. Only then did she realize that the chauffeur had brought the car to a halt, and that they were in front of her apartment building.

“Turn around and pull up your dress,” Nolan ordered.
 

She raised her eyes to Cunningham’s, hoping he would countermand Nolan’s order, but no such relief was coming… in fact, his expression suggested he didn’t appreciate her looking to him for a reprieve.

Stifling a little sigh, she wiped her mouth and turned. It took some doing to get the dress worked up over her hips while she was bent over in the cramped car, but she managed. She waited silently for the next order, feeling stupid as she hovered there with only her thin, soaked panties covering her pussy.

Jonathan pulled her to him. He gathered up her panties and ripped them between his strong hands, then lowered her onto his lap. His cock skimmed along her clit, making her quiver.
 

He pulled her back, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close. His breath sent tingles along her skin that collected between her legs and intensified. With his length pressed firmly along her folds, she could feel his cock pulsing.

“We’ve decided that because of the importance of tonight, we’re each going to pump you full of come,” he said. His deep voice vibrated where her back touched his chest. “Filling you seems an appropriate way to end the evening. Understood?”

“Yes, Jonathan.”
 

The men eased their stiff erections into their pants. “We’ll be back in an hour or so,” Cunningham told the driver, who quickly got out and opened the door.
 

Nolan slid out, then Cunningham, who shrugged out of his tuxedo jacket. Aware of her naked lower body, Elle hesitated to move toward the door, but Cunningham extended his hand to her, and she crawled toward him, her knees sliding over the sleek, luxurious seats.
 

Cunningham deftly wrapped the jacket around her shoulders. He was so much larger than she was that it covered her ass and then some. She wrapped it as tightly around her as she could and stepped into his waiting embrace.
 

“My place is a mess,” Elle confessed. And it probably smelled like the pile of orange peels she’d left on the counter a few days earlier.

“We don’t care,” Jonathan said. He leaned in, his eyes full of mischief. “We’re hard and you’re wet. The sky could fall and we wouldn’t notice.”

“Speak for yourself,” Nolan said. “Not all of us are ruled by our dicks.”

Cunningham propelled her toward the door while Nolan dug her keys out of the rhinestone-covered purse. As they walked through the halls, she noticed the scuffed walls, the stains spotting the carpet, and she was painfully aware of how mediocre her home was compared to the places her boyfriends owned.
 

When the door to the apartment was finally closed behind them, Jonathan tore the jacket from her body in a brusque movement that made her gasp and reflexively throw her hands up to cover her slick and naked lower half.

He was always horny, Jonathan, but usually he was too sophisticated to tear away her clothing. Now he looked brutally ravenous. She shifted, feeling exposed, but no matter how she tried to hide herself, she felt his eyes devouring her.

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