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Sure, I could stop this, but I don’t want it to end.

I just don’t want them to hurt me too much.

The problem is that they like hurting me. So maybe I didn’t receive the spanking I deserve, but my punishment includes pain, the likes of which I never imagined.

Romeo kisses me. He bites my tongue, then thrusts his own tongue into my mouth. It’s a nice reminder that at least I’m not being slowly choked by his enormous shaft.

The chair lowers and reclines a few notches, and my head is roughly yanked to the side. This drags my beleaguered nipples across Romeo’s chest again. Before I even realize what’s happening, I’ve got Slade’s thrusting cock ramming into my throat.

I gag, my chest heaving, my shoulders curling as I try to protect my chest. More nipple pain. Oddly, it’s starting to feel kinda nice.

My fingers dig into Romeo’s muscular shoulder as I try to bear the onslaught of horny men.

Hawthorne steps back, ripping himself out of my ass, and I moan around Slade’s cock. I know my punishment isn’t finished, but I can’t imagine what they have in mind for me.

I hear voices on the other side of the door. It’s almost time to start, and here I am, half naked and getting fucked by the bosses.
 

Romeo slows, and Slade releases my head. They push me to my feet. I take a deep breath. How empty I feel.
 

Slade cups one of my breasts, then he leans down and flicks his tongue around the metal clip. The feeling is exquisite. Romeo sucks my other nipple, clip and all, into his mouth. I lean my head back and whimper.

By the time they release me, I’m swaying on my feet. I look down and see that my glistening nipples are swollen between the metal teeth.

“Isn’t that nicer than a padded bra?” Romeo murmurs into my ear. His deep voice is so sexy that I’m inclined to agree with anything he says at the moment.

Hawthorne hands me my panties and my skirt, and with quick movements, I gratefully put them on.

None of the men got off, I realize as I zip up my skirt. That’s… unexpected. It was
my
punishment, but I was the only one who came?

Romeo has my bra, and he’s managed to rip out the underwire, which now sits like two forlorn little scythes on the table.
 

I gasp as he rips away the padding; I swear I feel the garment’s pain. He tosses what’s left of my bra at me, and I pull it on. My breasts look so damned sad, and I can tell that the bra will be lumpy under my blouse. I’m going to spend the day making sure my hair covers everything.

“Kneel,” Romeo says.
 

My eyes dart to the door. I don’t know how many people are out there—

Hawthorne shoves me to my knees.

All three men crowd around me, and all three cocks are naked. There’s nothing between my bosses’ swollen dicks and their pumping fists.
 

Slade tilts my head back, his fingers rough in my hair.
 

“Stick out your tongue,” Hawthorne says.

“Please don’t mess up my makeup—”

Hawthorne slams deep into my mouth, choking me. I gag loudly, and when he pulls away, his cock is shiny wet. I can smell my own saliva on him, and it’s dripping down my chin, too.

My nose wrinkles, and I try to wipe the mess away, but I don’t get a chance.

Romeo rocks forward. Three-quarters of his cock blocks my one and only airway. He pulls out, giving Slade a turn.

The noise on the other side of the door gets louder, but the conference room itself is quiet except for the wet sounds of thrusting cocks, my own little gasps as I try to breathe, the meaty sound of the men abusing themselves, and an occasional impatient male grunt.

“We’ll do this properly tonight. Tongue out,” Romeo says as he pulls back. His fist is tight on his cock, and the tip has turned almost purple.
 

If this is how he manhandles his own sex, it’s a wonder he hasn’t accidentally killed someone yet. I can’t help but be impressed by his control… and a little worried about what could happen if he slips.

All three cock heads jab at my mouth, Romeo in the middle, touching my tongue, the other two trying to press forward. Romeo’s got one hand locked in my hair.

They must be planning to shoot all over my face, so I should close my eyes as a precautionary measure, but I can’t help but watch the men’s faces, their grimaces of pleasure.

They don’t come on my face. They unload, mostly, in my mouth. I’m not even sure who gets off first, they’re so close together. My mouth fills and I swallow. Strangely, this feels much dirtier than anything the four of us have done before.
 

I swallow again and use the tip of my tongue to catch the bits that landed at the corners of my mouth, then use my fingers when I realize just how messy I am.

Romeo squats next to me, and he nods. He looks very pleased with me, and I’m happy to see him like this before such a stressful day.
 

“Take a deep breath and let it out slowly,” he says.

When I do, he removes the clips. “Thank—” My words turn into a squeal as unimaginable pain rushes to my nipples.
 

And damn if my pussy doesn’t get wetter.

“We have so much to explore,” Romeo says. He kisses the top of my head. “Something to look forward to after the acquisition is finalized. Please stand.”
 

Unsteadily, I get to my feet. Each of my knees boasts a big red spot from where my body weight pressed into the floor, but my skirt, while certainly not slutty, isn’t long enough to cover the marks.

Someone jiggles the door handle, and I feel the blood drain from my face. Even though I know this is my last day of work, I don’t want to get caught.
 

Romeo hands me my blouse and steps in front of me, protecting me with his body. My fingers shaking, I quickly slip into the blouse and fasten the buttons.

Five people walk in. They seem oblivious, and Slade, bless him, steps forward to distract them.
 

Or maybe he’s just really focused on the day’s work.

Wanting to find a bathroom for a more thorough cleanup, I head for the exit. As I dart past the little group, I hope the room doesn’t smell like sex.

Chapter 9

The morning passes in a flurry of pages and anxious faces, but everyone seems to be happy with the personnel changes. By noon I feel like I’ve run a marathon on my hands and knees, and my neck aches from sitting hunched over the table.

I eat lunch without tasting it, then it’s back to the table, to more employee reassignments, to more filled-out forms. When 5:00 comes, there’s no sign of things slowing down.

Eight comes, then goes. Then nine. I take a break to massage my aching hands. I’m amazed they aren’t permanently cramped around an invisible pen. I should have insisted on using a laptop.

At least the room is beginning to empty. The caterers have gone for the day, and the trays of carefully arranged snacks they left behind look like they were attacked by a pack of wild dogs.

Someone sits next to me in a faint cloud of lilacs, and I’m surprised to see it’s Meghan Tunsten. She’s helping with the merger. Technically she works on behalf of Food4Life, but now that we own them, I guess it means her job is done.
 

“How are you?” she asks.

I smile. “It’s an experience. Not what I was expecting.”

Her brown eyes sparkle. “It’s not just you. This was unusual.” She pauses a moment to dig in her purse, and I quickly take stock of her. She’s wearing more makeup today than the first time we met, and her clothes are a little tighter.

It could be a coincidence, but women don’t usually transform from understated to sexy for no reason. A flutter of nervousness tickles my stomach, and I clear my throat in a futile attempt to dislodge the bad feeling.

Meghan has a thing for Slade. I wasn’t sure before, but now I am. Of course I shouldn’t care because I’m leaving. But I’m jealous. She’s pretty and successful and commands respect, and she smells like lilacs after a thirteen-hour day.

She hands me her business card.
 

“Thanks,” I say. My gaze flickers over her shoulder to where Slade is in deep conversation with some of the company lawyers. I look back at Meghan. “We’re not hiring.”

She flicks the card, and I notice her elegant fingers are manicured in a soft, subtle pink. She’s class all the way. “I don’t need a job,” she says as she tucks a lock of dark hair behind her ear. “I’d like to hire you.”

I stare at her. “But I’m not even experienced as an assistant.” This is how I was introduced to her a few weeks earlier. “Most of my career so far has been in sales.”

With an amused, breathy exhale, she stands. “Assistant? Oh, it’s obvious you’re part of the strategy team. If Chris Slade trusts you, it means you’re valuable.” She leans in. “I’ve been thinking about starting my own company. We should talk.”
 

She takes back her card, flips it and scrawls a phone number before handing it back to me. “My cell. Call anytime.”

After she walks away, I stare at the card. It’s inconceivable that anyone would want to hire me. I’m a fraud. My résumé is fake. I never graduated from high school, and while I took a few online college courses, I most certainly don’t have a degree. The only reason I have this job is because Romeo took pity on me. I didn’t have any experience, and for all intents and purposes, I still don’t.

But I find myself sliding Meghan’s card into my bag. I know I’ll never call her, but to have the respect of someone like her… Yeah, it warrants a souvenir.
 

“I think we’re just about wrapped up,” Slade says as he walks over. “Did you hear about your car?”
 

“No.” My heart beats faster. “Did they find it?”

He nods. “Hawthorne has the keys, I think.”

“And the thief?”

“He ditched the car and was surely long gone. No fingerprints, though you’ll have to talk to the police.”
 

That is most certainly not going to happen. But my car is back, and I almost press my fist into my chest because I feel like my heart is going to rip a hole clear through. I’m supposed to be happy because now I can skip town.
 

But not only can I leave, I
have
to leave. Kidnapper Joe could be preparing to grab me again. He could be telling my grandfather everything. If my grandfather shows up…

I don’t want Slade to notice anything is amiss, so I casually smile goodbye to the lawyers as they leave the room.
 

“Where is Hawthorne, anyway?” I ask nonchalantly.
 

“In the other room,” Slade says, referring to the adjoining conference room that the executives took over. I bet their sandwich platter still looks pristine.

I go to the door and am about to knock when Slade opens it, motions for me to step through.

The room is empty except for Romeo and Hawthorne, standing off to one side. Their heads are bowed together, and even though I can’t hear what they’re saying, the air is heavy with tension.
 

This room has a conference table and chairs, but there’s also a lounge area with sofas, a coffee table, and fresh flowers. On the coffee table is an open bottle of champagne. Three glasses have been poured, and all three look untouched.
 

Slade closes the door behind me, and I jump. It’s dark outside, and I can see my reflection clearly in the window. Quickly, I turn away. All I need to do is get my car key, then swing by my apartment for my clothes and for Bandit.

Then… gone. No more worries about kidnappers or lawyers who talk too much or my grandfather finding me. No more problems with Hawthorne slowly unraveling my secrets. No losing my mind and confessing everything to Romeo.
 

Every mile between me and this place is a buffer of safety and freedom.

Slade pours a glass of champagne and hands it to me. He picks up one of the flutes on the table and clinks it against mine. “Cheers,” he says.

“Cheers,” I mumble. I’m glad he didn’t make a speech about new beginnings or something that would leave me feeling awful.

The fizzy liquid is slightly tart, but I take a few polite sips before setting it down. I have no intention of getting drunk when I need to be on the road soon.

I’m paying so much attention to Romeo and Hawthorne, waiting for them to take a break so I can interrupt and get my key, that I’m not paying attention to Slade. I know he’s next to me, but when he turns my face his way, it catches me off guard.

The only warning I have that he’s about to kiss me is the hungry look in his hazel eyes. It’s like I’m the only woman on the planet who can satisfy him.
 

Then his mouth crushes sweetly against mine. The taste of champagne on his lips mixes well with the woodsy scent of his aftershave. As the kiss deepens, my resolve softens.
 

I decide that I can leave tomorrow. It’s late now, anyway, and if I can arrange to stay with one of my bosses, I’m better off waiting. It’ll save me the cost of the hotel room, and I’ll have time to clean out the safe deposit box.

Because this time I’m going to drive very, very far away. It’s the only path forward.

One last night. I deserve this.
 

Slade’s hand slides from my cheek and down my throat. His fingers tighten around my neck. It doesn’t hurt, but it reminds me of two things.

First, he’s very strong.
 

Second, because he’s strong, he’s dominant if he chooses to be.
 

And he does so choose.

My knees get a little weak just thinking about it. I can hand all the decisions over to Slade, to the other two, who I’m sure will join in soon.

One night where I don’t have to think about anything, won’t have to worry. It’s such a relief, such a gift. It’s exactly what I need before striking out on my own again.

Slade ends the kiss, but he keeps his hand where it is as he pulls away to stare me in the eye. “I’d love to tie you up,” he says.

“Not my thing,” I say. A little flutter passes through me, but it means nothing. I’m into the sex because my lovers are hot. Because they know how to use their big cocks. The kinky stuff is part of their deal, but I don’t
need
it.