Oh, God.
I cried and tried to fight off his hold, my nails digging to the skin on Mikhail’s forearm. Nikolay quickened his pace.
I convulsed around the climax.
I couldn’t even remember when I came back down, only that I lost all energy to do anything.
Damien pulled me from the table and sat down with me on his lap.
I could feel the cum dripping, and I grimaced, knowing Damien’s clothes were probably ruined.
He cupped my cheek. “Okay, baby?”
I could only nod.
He smiled a little. “Did we render you speechless?”
I was still breathing hard. What did he think?
His smile widened. “You were exquisite.”
I smiled shyly and buried my face in his chest, taking in his scent.
Mikhail came back moments later. He had my dress in one hand and my bag in the other.
He sat down on the floor beside us and looked up at me. “How are you feeling, love?”
“Light,” I answered. He and Damien shared a laugh.
Nikolay came back then with a wet cloth. “Spread her legs for me.”
Damien changed my position until both of my legs were on either side of his thighs.
A pounding ache took hold when Nikolay used the cloth and wiped up and down my pussy.
He smiled.
I tried to take it away from him.
He shot me a look. “I’ll do it.”
I blushed and looked off to the side as Nikolay continued to clean me up and Mikhail and Damien watched with rapt attention.
Finally, he threw the cloth away in a bin nearby and leaned on the table.
“Now that things are settled, why don’t you tell us what happened, princess?” Nikolay asked.
A small sigh came out of me, and I changed my position so I wasn't spread-eagled in front of them.
Mikhail shot me a regretful look as he put the dress back on me.
I gave him a grateful smile.
“I got a text,” I said, reaching for my bag. Mikhail handed it to me, and I pulled up the message. My men crowded in closer to me and looked at the text.
Damien frowned. “Does anyone recognize the number?”
Nikolay and Mikhail shook their heads.