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While it’s not the most depraved thing that we can come up with to do with or to her, it’s the most creative thing so far.

Calla uses her keycard to unlock the door and we walk in behind her.

As she tosses the card on the large desk nearby, she turns to look at us with a smile on her face. I watch her tuck a strand of blonde hair behind her ear.

“What can I do to help?” she asks.

“Just be yourself,” Clyde begins with a smirk. “And whatever you do… don’t fucking move from that spot. Not until we tell you to.”

Chapter Twelve

Calla

I feel a bit like a trapped animal. Excited, scared, nervous—all of the things I usually feel when I’m surrounded by my boys, but this is different because I have no idea what to expect.

No predestined plans.

No hint as to what’s coming.

No say in the matter.

Clyde smirks as he exchanges a glance with Jesse, then starts to make his way toward me. He circles around to the back of me, slips his arms around my waist, and brushes the side of my neck with his lips.

“Deep breaths, Calla. You know we’d never hurt you,” he breathes into my ear.

Not on purpose,I mentally amend as I inhale the breath as commanded, then hold it as I wait.

I don’t know if this is part of the game, the waiting. I don’t know if they think this will heighten whatever senses they’re going to attack next. However, the fear of not knowing is starting to grip hold of me, pushing the excitement and nervousness aside.

“What’s going on?” I ask again, my voice catching in my throat as Clyde slides a hand up my body. He rests his hand around the flesh of my neck, gently squeezing his fingers around it, chuckling in a way that makes my body tremble.

“We told you,” Jesse pipes up as he reaches down, the sound of his zipper rushing against the fly of his jeans assaulting my senses. “We’re going to build a snowman.”

Clyde brushes his lips against my ear, nibbling the lobe as Jesse pushes his pants down and steps out of them, his boxers following shortly after. My core becomes warm and slick as I watch him pull his shirt off next.

His body has always been strong, built like a swimmer, with his agility in bed matching the sentiment.

He glances from Billy to Doc, then shrugs as he closes the gap between us. Clyde tightens his grip around my waist, pulling me even closer against him as Jesse stops just a breath away.

“On your knees,Ms. Hunt,” he says in a husky voice, and I let out the breath I’ve been holding.

Clyde’s arm slips away from around my waist as he begins to quickly undress behind me. It seems to spark something in the other two that I can see, nothing more than a blur for the moment, taking their clothes off somewhere behind Jesse.

“Come on,Ms. Hunt,”Jesse hissesas he places a finger under my chin, tilting my head up. “You know what you have to do next.”

You know what you have to do nextis mocking in a way. It’s one of the first things I ever said to him when he refused to acknowledge the very first assignment I gave to my talented and gifted students.

I just didn’t know that the words sat with him for this long. I didn’t know that they would come back to haunt me.

Taunt me.

Tease me in a way that I never knew they could.

I extend a shaky hand toward his flaccid cock and grip hold of it. His smirk gives way to a devious grin as he quickly steals a look at Clyde.

The latter places his hands on my shoulders, grips them tightly, then grunts slightly as he guides me closer to Jesse.

I lick my lips before I wrap them around the head of Jesse’s cock. He inhales a sharp breath almost immediately as I begin to take his length into my mouth.

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