Page 38 of Her Billionaire Boyfriend

The men closed in on the table, lining upten on each side, all of them sporting various levels ofanticipation written on their faces in smirks and smiles. Maybe atthe silliness of it all? Because itwassilly, andover-the-top. But that’s what they’d come to Ascend Red for, Isupposed.

“Gentlemen,” Matt addressed them. He didn’tstand. “As you see, the princess you’ve come to rescue is hardly inneed of rescuing. She’s a common slut, ready to spread her legs forany knight who enters my domain. She’s here for your pleasure, andhers, and mine. Avail yourself of the wine, the food, her prettymouth, her open cunt, her tight ass. Enjoy anything you see on mytable. We’ll let luck decide who goes first.”

He pulled something from his pocket.

I groaned, but not in desire. Mortification.He’d brought a piece of nerdy D&D equipment with him, one ofthose big, twenty-sided dice. He caught my gaze and gave me acheeky grin. I rolled my eyes, and he rolled the die.

“Nine,” he called.

It was happening.

Oh god, this was it.

The first knight who approached was tall,broad-shouldered and tan like a surfer. His blond hair wascarelessly pushed back, long enough to brush the collar of theblack jacket he wore. My heart thundered as he nudged the bench outof his way with his knee.

“I heard you’ve been waiting to come allday.” The corners of his mouth lifted. “Do you want to come,now?”

I couldn’t find my voice. I nodded, eyeswide, my heart beating so hard, the silk of my gown ticked againstmy chest.

He didn’t touch me. He watched me.

“You’re so pretty, laying there helpless,”he said. “You’re going to be such a mess when we’re all throughwith you.”

“Please,” I whimpered, finally able tospeak.

“Are you begging?” He raised an eyebrow,then looked to Matt. “You’re right. She is a common slut.”

My pussy clenched at the forbidden word. Ishouldn’t want to hear myself called something so derogatory andmisogynistic. I shouldn’t want to be used by these men like anobject.

But I did. I wanted it.

“Please.” I pushed myself up on my elbows,wetting my lips. I didn’t know what else to say, so I repeatedmyself. “Please.”

He reached for the laces on my overdress andpulled one dangling end, slowly tugging the knot free. Withmaddening slowness and without touching my body, he unlaced meuntil the pink dress fell open, leaving me in the silk chemisebeneath.

In a movement so sudden and violent that itmade me squeak in fear, he grabbed the white silk and ripped itcompletely open to my waist. Involuntary instinct made me reach tocover myself, but he grabbed my wrists and pinned them to thetable.

“A minute ago, you were begging me. Youcan’t play the shy maiden now.” He captured one of my nipplesbetween his teeth, and I arched up. His forearm slipped under thesmall of my back, bowing my body as he trailed his tongue frombetween my breasts to my navel. He released me and straightened, ahand on each of my knees, the silk gown stretched between them.

Some of the other men moved closer to watch,while a few took seats at the place settings laid out and began tohelp themselves to the food on offer.

“Wine?” Matt asked one of the knights seatedto my right, near my head, and they passed the pitcher over my bodyas number nine pushed up my skirt. Matt gestured at the glassbeside my left hip and offered it to Nine, “Wine?”

“I’d rather see how she tastes, right now,”Nine said, pulling up the bench and sitting between my spread legs.He pushed my thighs wide, baring me totally to his gaze. “She’s sofucking wet already.”

“I’m sure she is,” Matt agreed, but said,“If anyone needs lube, however, you’ll find it on the table.”

They’d need lube to fuck my ass, I realized.I’d only ever done that with Matt, but some of these men woulddefinitely take him up on his earlier suggestion. I wondered ifthey would be gentle with me.

I kind of hoped they wouldn’t.

“What do we have here?” Nine pushed hishands under my ass and lifted me up, leaning close. I knew he couldsee every twitch of my cunt, the way it grasped spasmodically in adesperate plea to be filled. He placed one finger at the bottom ofmy opening and slowly traced down to give the plug a littlepush.

A moan escaped me.

He took the base of the plug in his hand andpulled enough to threaten me from the inside with the widest partof the toy. Then, he pushed it further inside, repeating the motionin a slow, shallow rhythm.

My clit ached. I needed him to touch me. Ineeded him to stop teasing, to make good on his promise to tasteme. I wriggled in time to the motion of the plug, the throbbing inmy pelvis growing more insistent, tighter, tighter. My mouth openedwith a soundless cry. Cold bursts of pleasure raced up my spine andmy clit retracted and convulsed in an orgasm without release,without what I truly needed.

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