Shayla Black - Their Virgin Secretary

Kellan reached down and gently tugged on the chain. “Are you ready for more? This little work of art isn’t finished by a long shot.”

Tate passed him another clamp, this one a single pair of tweezers on a longer chain. Kellan carefully attached the silver length to the middle of the chain running between her breasts and laid it in a cool, thin line down her torso. She shivered, feeling them everywhere, touching her, arousing her, filling her.

She watched as Kellan tugged on the chain over her belly just enough to make the pleasure-pain surge to life again as he rested the final clamp just above her pussy.

“Where does that go?” She had a suspicion. It made her both worry and ache. He couldn’t clamp her there, could he?

“You have another sweet jewel for us to adorn, Belle.” Kellan moved between her legs. “While I work on this, I think you should take care of Eric.”

She turned her head to find that Eric had shed his clothes. He stood beside the bed, beautifully naked. She stared at the slab of ridged and notched muscle covering his powerful torso. It was easy to see he was a former athlete who hadn’t let himself lose any of his form or prowess.

“Touch me, Belle.” He grasped her hand, bringing it to his abdomen and pushing it low.

She allowed her fingers to run down his magnificent six pack. So much muscle, steel covered in the softness of warm flesh. She loved how he felt, could spend days just touching him, but Kellan was right. He needed more.

His cock strained, almost reaching his navel. She let her hand slide down, brushing against him. His cock jumped as though electrified by her touch.

“Suck me, Belle. I need to feel your mouth on me.”

Kellan had moved between her legs, but she didn’t feel anything except his heat near her pussy. The waiting for more made her eager, jumpy. She glanced down, noticing that he’d placed the clamp just above her clitoris, but he made no move to slip it on. Instead, he just stared at her pussy, settling on his stomach and rubbing his nose along her labia.

“Fuck, I love the way you smell, Belle. But you taste even better.” He ran his tongue the full length of her pussy, sending a flare of desire through her.

She cried out his name.

Someone tugged on the chain between her breasts. Tate. He’d moved on to the bed, sliding into the spot Kellan had vacated. Pain flared, snapping her attention back up. “Kellan is readying your clit to be clamped. He’ll stop if you don’t behave. Would you rather have a spanking? Do you think you could hold that plug inside for that? I think it would be very difficult. And you won’t get an orgasm until your Masters are pleased with your progress. Do you understand?”

She understood that there was no way she would be able to keep that damn plug in if she was suddenly tossed over one of their knees and had her backside smacked. “Yes, Master.”

Though she really wanted to watch what Kellan was doing, she looked away. The three of them were keeping her on edge, forcing her to focus on Eric so she wouldn’t know what Kell or Tate intended next. They were forcing her to trust them, to give herself over.

Eric held his cock in hand, sidling closer so she could easily lick and suck him. Slowly, he stroked his length, and she couldn’t help but watch in fascination at the way his fingers traveled over the ridge and his thumb traced his veins. She wanted him in her mouth.

Drawing in a deep breath, Belle relaxed, giving herself over to all of them and the sensations wracking her body. She closed her eyes and leaned in.

“That’s right, baby,” Eric groaned. “All you have to do is obey and feel.” Eric put his cock to her lips. “Relax and let me fuck your mouth. I want your lips around me so badly.”

Kellan chose that moment to lick her, his tongue painting her flesh with pleasure. He sucked her clit, niggling and prodding it, drawing her closer and closer to climax. Belle tried to keep her attention on Eric, sucking and swirling her tongue all over him, and to ignore the dazzling pleasure Kell heaped on her.

Suddenly, something hard and metallic cut into her needy little bud. The clamp. She shuddered as it bit into her tenderest flesh. The pain burned and sizzled and then sank into her skin until she buzzed with need. She arched and writhed, trying to breathe through the pain.

“Hold still so I can look at you.” Kellan waited impatiently while Belle whimpered and tried to still her body. “So pretty.” He touched the aching point with just the tip of his tongue. “I agree that your pussy is too sore to take a cock, but I think you can ride my tongue nicely, love.”

He closed his mouth over her and speared her just as Eric began feeding her his length again. She curled her tongue to conform around the underside of his cock. When he began to withdraw, she pulled on him furiously, sucking until her cheeks hollowed, trying to keep him inside. Tate alternately plucked at the chain between her breasts and caressed the bare flesh surrounding it.

This was what she wanted. All three of them, touching her, connecting with her. She let all of her worries go. For this moment, she was theirs and they were hers. Tomorrow didn’t exist.

Eric fucked her mouth, thrusting in and out, gently forcing her to take him to the root. Kellan kept up his tender assault on her pussy, owning her with his mouth while Tate showed his continued fascination with her breasts. She held her breath, on the edge, never sure if she would get pure pleasure or the burning erotic pain that only seemed to take her higher.

Eric groaned above her, his thrusts losing their smooth rhythm as his cock pulsed in her mouth. “I’m going to come, baby. Your mouth is too sweet. Take me. Take all of me.”

She sucked hard as he began to coat her tongue. Lovingly, she laved the head and worried the little ridge just underneath that made him shudder. He held her hair in his grip and groaned, spilling even more. Knowing she could affect him so deeply sent a thrill through her.

Just as she swallowed down the last of his release, Kellan rewarded her with a long kiss of her clit and she went soaring over the edge. Her body twisted, bucked. The ecstasy mixed with that sensual torture ate through her, grinding her resistance and chewing up her composure. Pure pleasure screamed through her system. She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. She existed only in that moment.

Finally as the wracking pulses began to trail off, she lay back, panting, her body surfeit with sensation.

“Don’t scream, baby,” Tate said.

Just as Belle wondered what he meant, he released the first clamp.

The blood flowed back to her nipple, and she slammed back against the bed with a yelp. As he sucked her nipple into his mouth, her cry turned to a scream. Then tapered off to a gentle lick, his tongue easing her pain.

Eric dropped to his knees and worked the other nipple, laving her with affection. Sensations churned, meshed, growing exponentially. Then Kellan released the final clamp.

Her whole body clenched. His mouth covered her clit, drawing it in with a soft suckling. After a sharp spike of tingles and another high racing through her blood, Belle sank into the comforter, all of her men surrounding her, wishing this could last forever.

Belle sighed deeply as she dried the last dish and put it away. Dinner had been another awkward affair, full of stilted conversation where everyone avoided talking about the future. Instead, they’d discussed the tile she’d chosen for the downstairs bathroom and the removal of the hideous vomit yellow floral wallpaper in the master bath, but she knew they’d been half listening, more frustrated that she wasn’t budging about returning to Chicago.

How long could they remain in this limbo? They no longer mentioned their work to her, even though she’d told them she was interested. In fact, Belle was beginning to think they weren’t talking much at all. They definitely weren’t communicating.

The sound of her grandmother’s old television filtered in from the living room. Ah, the news. At this time of the evening, the broadcast was local, the usual fare that attempted to be hard-hitting while forcing in odd banter now and then.

After she’d painted the living room, the men had moved their office there. The space was far larger and contained more work surfaces, so they could spread out. Unfortunately, it also meant she couldn’t walk in and see them five times a day. She didn’t have a logical excuse, as she had in the kitchen. None of them were gullible enough to believe that she’d come into the living room for a drink of water or a nibble to tide her over until dinner. The formal space was in a corner of the house, so she couldn’t just happen by. When Belle did gather up the courage to enter their new “office,” she didn’t know what to say. So she’d stopped going. Other than meals, she barely saw them during the day. But she missed those men so much.

It had been over a week since she’d discovered them on her doorstep. She’d grown accustomed to finding them all over the house—maybe talking on the phone in front of the refrigerator or huddled in her favorite chair in the parlor with a laptop and coffee. But since she told them she didn’t see the relationship lasting, something had shifted. They’d relegated themselves to a room far out of her way and rarely left there unless they retreated to their own bedrooms. If she worked up the courage to ask for their help with a task, they graciously agreed to do it, but they no longer sought her out for a morning flirtation or an afternoon chat. They didn’t try to make her laugh or steal an afternoon kiss. They didn’t crowd her or watch her with hungry stares. Some days she wondered if they really even looked at her anymore.