“Now,” Seth said calmly. “I want you to walk around the table, stopping so each one of us can touch you and suck on your nipples. You are not to touch us. Do you understand?”
“Yes, I understand,” she said softly.
Jamie felt his cock growing inside his pants. It turned him on that she was aroused to be on display like this. Her nipples were hard, and he could see her thighs were wet from her own juices. She came to him first and leaned down so her breasts hung in front of him. With a groan he grabbed one and then the other, sucking on her nubs. He felt her body quiver with desire. She was so ready to be fucked. She would do whatever they wanted. Seth had been right.
Rod was next. He took his time as he held her by the waist and suckled. His hands roamed over her ass. “You’re absolutely delicious, Abigail,” Rod said, removing his mouth from her nipple.
“I’m glad I please you,” she said softly.
“Now, go to Seth.”
She looked over at Seth and then lowered her eyes quickly as she walked to where he sat. Leaning down, she offered herself to him. Instead of sucking her hard nubs, Seth took each one between his thumb and forefinger and twisted before he pulled on them, forcing her to lean in even lower and closer to him. She bit her lip as she tried to stifle the moan that escaped between her lips.
“You have beautiful tits, Abigail,” Seth said. “I have something for you.”
Her eyes widened as he pulled out a pair of clamps from his jacket pocket. He placed them securely on her nipples while she silently watched. She gasped.
“They are not harsh and are set so that you can wear them through dinner. Now go and dress yourself before the waiter comes back. You have one minute.”
Her face again registered panic. She ran to where her dress was still lying on the floor, picked it up quickly and pulled it down over her head, slipping her arms through the short sleeves. Once she had it zipped, she turned around to grab her sweater.
“No!” One word from Seth and her hand stopped in midair. She turned to look back at him over her shoulder.
“No sweater,” he stated.
She nodded and left it on the side table. Turning, she slid back into her seat just as the door opened and the waiter arrived with their soup.
It was a spicy potato bisque. Seth’s favorite. Jamie smiled as Abigail tried to still her trembling hands. Seth was amazing when it came to this kind of thing. His timing was impeccable, and it didn’t hurt that the waiter was a personal friend who would have never entered the room without first receiving Seth’s text message. Of course, Abigail only knew that she had avoided an embarrassing situation by mere seconds.
The soup was delicious. After her first spoonful, Abigail seemed to relax a little and enjoy it. When the waiter returned to take their dishes, some of the color had returned to her cheeks.
“Did you enjoy your soup?” Jamie asked.
“Yes. Very much. Thank you.”
“The entree will be here shortly. I decided to forego the salad tonight. I hope you don’t mind?” Seth asked Abigail.
“No. Not at all.”
“Now, I’d like you to tell us more about yourself. You can start anywhere, but why not start from after you met Jamie.”
“Okay.” She seemed dazed for a moment as she tried to gather her thoughts.
If Jamie had been a betting man, he would have put money down that Abigail had never felt this off balance. He could see the confusion in her eyes that kept seeking his. As much as he wanted to, he couldn’t give her the reassurance she so badly wanted. That wasn’t what tonight was about. It was about her submission. However, knowing this didn’t stop the need he felt to gather her in his arms and calm her nerves. She not only brought out his desire to dominate her but to protect her. She was like no other woman he had ever known and it was very important to him that she wanted to be in his life.
“I went to community college part time while I worked as a waitress. I had wanted to go to a four-year college, but my dad lost his job and whatever college money had been put away had to be spent on more important things, like food.”
“That must have been difficult for you,” Rod said softly. “Had you decided on what college you wanted to attend prior to learning there wasn’t any money for it?”
“I was accepted at a few schools. I would have gone to NYU. I had early admission. But sometimes things just don’t work out the way you hope.”
“NYU,” Seth said with a whistle. “That’s pretty impressive. Jamie went there.”
“I know. It was my dream to go there, too.”
“Didn’t you consider taking loans?” Seth asked.
“Yes. However, I had no backup and it was just too expensive, even with scholarships and loans. I couldn’t justify doing that when I knew my parents needed me. My waitress job was helpful.”
“I’m sure it was,” Jamie said. He could see the unhappiness and disappointment she was trying to hide. He had no idea what it would feel like to have your dreams just taken away like that. Money had never been an issue when he was growing up.
“I can always go back to school at night. I’m looking for a full-time job now that my parents are in Florida. I need to work if I’m going to stay in the area and not go with them. There are a lot more schools to choose from around Philadelphia than the whole state of Florida.”
“Slow down,” Seth said, holding up his hand. “Your parents are in Florida. You’re thinking of moving there if you don’t find a full-time job?”
“I’ll have no choice,” Abby said, chewing on her bottom lip, lowering her eyes. “My parents are going to have to sell the house regardless of whether they stay in Florida or not. I have to start taking care of myself.”
“I see,” Seth said before he leaned toward her, his elbows on the table. “Now tell me about your boyfriends. Don’t leave out any details.”
Seth knew how to switch gears, that was for sure. Abigail looked back at his brother a few seconds before she spoke.
“Why do you want to know about my boyfriends?”
“Because I do. Because we do and that’s reason enough.” Seth’s eyes had turned dark. He didn’t like the fact that she had questioned him. Jamie smiled inwardly. If Abigail only knew how much Seth was enjoying interrogating her and watching her squirm. To her it was all control and intimidation, but it was so much more. It was the intensification of desire and lust that would have her in a state of wanting to the point that when she was back at their apartment, she would fall apart with nothing more than a word.
“I didn’t have a lot of boyfriends. As you know, I was heavier than I am now. Boys weren’t that interested in me. I lost weight and learned how to wear makeup. My prospects improved.”
“You were beautiful when I met you. I couldn’t keep my hands off you.” Jamie hated that she was convinced she had been unattractive.
“Well, that be as it may, you were the only one.”
“How many men have you fucked?
Abigail turned shocked eyes to Jamie.
“Seth asked the question,” Jamie said, giving her a look of disapproval.
“Answer me, Abigail.”
“Only one other than you and your brothers.”
“What happened?”
“Nothing. That was the problem. I didn’t feel anything when we had sex. It wouldn’t have been fair to stay with him. Not for him or me. I was looking for butterflies and wonderful.”
Just then there was a knock at the door. The waiter had arrived with their entrees.
Jamie couldn’t help but be glad she wasn’t very experienced even though he had accused her of the opposite. She was, however, a quick learner. She had proven that last weekend and also that night when she had taken his cock between those beautiful lips of hers for the first time. He wanted her right now, on the table or the floor. He didn’t care. But he knew he needed to control that urge. As if Seth could read his mind, his brother smiled.
“Abigail,” he said as the waiter closed the
door behind him. “I would like you to suck Jamie’s cock until he comes. It shouldn’t take long,” he said with a smirk.
Turning to Jamie, he asked, “Would you like Abigail to suck your cock?”
Jamie nodded, watching Abigail.
“Butterflies and wonderful…I’ll keep that in mind,” Seth said, his voice deepening. “But for now, Jamie’s waiting for you.”
She immediately pushed herself away from the table and kneeled down beside Jamie.
Jamie couldn’t believe this was happening now. It was unlike Seth to allow pleasure so soon, even their own. He quickly unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.
Abigail looked up at him and opened her mouth.
It was all he could do not to come immediately. What was it about her that made him want to do nothing but get lost inside her and never find his way out of her? When he couldn’t hold out any longer, he came with a groan that shook him over and over until he was empty. She took him down her throat and licked him clean before she went back and sat down in front of her plate.
Seth smiled at her. “The steak just melts in your mouth, Abigail. Enjoy.”
Chapter Sixteen
Abby relaxed against the soft leather seat of the limo that had picked them up outside the restaurant and closed her eyes for a moment. Seth, Rod, and Jamie were discussing business. It had something to do with a client who was being accused of having a conflict of interest in relation to a case involving a hostile takeover. She really didn’t understand it or care and enjoyed a few moments where she wasn’t the center of their attention. Not that she was complaining, however, dinner had been one breathtaking experience after another. She needed a few minutes to reflect and try to mentally prepare for what the rest of the evening held in store for her.
Dinner had been anything but what she expected. In fact, it had been downright nerve wracking, and if she were truthful, extremely erotic. Never had she ever thought anyone would treat her the way Seth had and then for her to have liked it, that was mind blowing. But she had…liked it…a lot. Just before they left the room, Seth had told her to lower her dress once again. She had done so without question this time. Her breasts, or tits, as Seth liked to refer to them, were heavy with her need. The silver clamps he had used on her nipples had rubbed against her dress all during dinner, giving her all sorts of naughty sensations that had primarily inhabited the apex between her thighs.
She watched as Seth removed them. She felt the surge of blood that pumped back into her nipples. Seth licked each one and suckled it until she had moaned his name. Smiling, he had pulled her dress back up over her breasts and helped her straighten it before he zipped it. His hands had lingered at the nape of her neck in a caress. His touch was tender and had practically been her undoing. However, he had moved back to his seat before the waiter came in and he signed for the check.
She knew there was no preparing for something she couldn’t even fathom. Forcing herself to think of something else, she concentrated on the slow-moving traffic—so many people, so much activity. She had no idea where they were going but assumed it was their apartment, but then again, she was learning not to assume anything where they were concerned.
Seth sat on one side of her, Rod on the other. Jamie was sitting directly across from her. They were dressed in what she could tell had to be expensive suits and looked every bit the part of successful lawyers. However, she knew they were a lot more than that, at least to her. They were dominant men who enjoyed controlling their submissive in a variety of ways. And for now, she was their submissive. She had a feeling dinner was just the tip of the iceberg of what they had planned for her.
She closed her eyes as they talked amongst themselves, continuing to ignore her. However, she felt the warmth of both Rod’s and Seth’s thighs pressing against her own. She was captured between them tightly. It was no accident she was positioned between them so that she could barely move. She liked feeling small, feminine, and completely within their power. It was an adrenaline rush as well as sexually stimulating. Her pussy was drenching her thighs. Between their close proximity and the movement of the limo, she wanted to come badly but knew if she did, without their permission, she would be punished. The thought of their punishment made her squirm slightly in her seat.
Seth’s thigh pressed even harder into hers, warning her he was very much aware of how she was feeling. Her breath caught in her throat. If they had decided to lift her dress and fuck her in every way possible right here, right now, she would welcome them. Even if the privacy glass was down, she wouldn’t have cared. They had turned her into a sex-starved wanton that was wound so tight with need she had no regard for anything but finding sexual gratification. They could turn her on with nothing more than a look, a word, or as was the case this time, simply being near them.
The limo stopped and waited for a gate to open into an underground parking garage then proceeded until it came to a stop by a small set of stairs leading up to a closed metal door.
“We’re here,” Seth announced.
Rod took her hand and pulled her with him as he exited the limo. Seth was right behind her. Rod led her up the stairs and used a keypad to unlock the door. Inside there was a long hallway that led to an elevator. Again Rod used a keypad that he entered a series of numbers into. The elevator doors opened. She was ushered inside with the three men surrounding her.
“We’ll be home in a minute,” Jamie whispered into her ear. “I can’t wait to see you totally naked, Abigail.”
“Mmmm” was all she could say. She heard him chuckle as the doors shut.
The elevator shot upward. She was glad they didn’t try and make conversation since in her current state, she wasn’t sure she could have held up her end. When the doors opened, she looked out onto a lobby with a large table and a beautiful bouquet of fresh flowers. Behind it was a dark wooden door that matched the table. Her suitcase had been left beside it. Seth took her hand this time. She followed him to the door that he unlocked with a key that he pulled from his pocket. She found herself holding her breath as he swung the door open and nodded for her to enter.
It was an expansive room with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. The furniture was dark woods and browns with accents of beige. Lamps and sculptures graced the tables. Paintings, mostly landscapes, were hung throughout the room. There was an air of elegance and comfort that appealed to her. To the left was a hallway that probably led to the bedrooms. On the other side of the room there was an archway that she could see led to the kitchen. She stood still for a moment, trying to take it all in. She wasn’t accustomed to being in an apartment like this, but anyone with half a brain would know it had to cost a fortune. They were obviously very successful lawyers indeed.
There was so much she didn’t know about them. But for now, there was only one thing she wanted to know and that was when they were going to put her out of her misery. Her body was on fire and she needed them to fuck her. Fuck wasn’t a word she used often, but it aptly described what she wanted from them. Hard and fast was what she needed. She would do anything to feel their hands on her body and their cocks inside her. Again, she marveled at how dinner had pushed her over the edge of desire. They had known exactly what they were doing. She was now more than eager to enter their world, regardless of how different it was from anything she had ever experienced.
“Strip for us,” Jamie commanded, his voice low, as he walked past her with her suitcase and left it behind a cushioned chair before he sat down. Seth and Rod followed him and sat down on a nearby sofa.
Taking off her clothes was exactly what she wanted to do and seeing them sitting before her, watching her, was turning her on even more, if that were possible. However, there was still that part of her that was shy and unsure, no matter how much she wanted to play their game. She glanced at Seth. His eyes warned her that he didn’t like waiting.
She took off her sweater and threw it on one of the chairs. Gaining courage from the desire that flowed through her, she
grabbed the hem of her dress and raised it slowly as she spread her legs wider. Their eyes were glued to her pussy. She knew they could see her thighs were wet from her own juices. Reaching down, she ran her fingers up and down her slit and then brought them to her mouth. She did a slow dance as she sucked each one slowly.
Reaching around to the back of her dress, she pushed her breasts outward as she unzipped it slowly. She could hear their intake of breath as she let it slide off her shoulders, exposing her large breasts and hard nipples. For the second time that night, she was glad they had insisted she not wear a bra. They made her proud that her breasts were so large and firm and that her nipples were puffy. She wanted these men to want her as much as she wanted them. She involuntarily shivered as her fingers grazed her sensitive nubs before she wiggled the dress down over her hips and let the material pool at her feet.
Wearing just her garter belt, stockings, and heels, she looked at each one of them, running her tongue over her lips slowly. They didn’t take their eyes off her as they each pulled their cock out of their pants. She smiled with satisfaction as their cocks grew in their hands. They wanted her.
She turned around and bent over so they could see her ass as she slowly released one garter and then another. She pushed her stockings down her legs, seductively kicking off her heels and as she stepped out of the silky material. Next, she inched the garter belt downward with deliberate intention, feeling empowered and sexy. As she stood up straight and pushed her head back and her breasts outward she turned slowly, her long hair cascaded down her back.
It had been enjoyable, stripping for them, but at this moment, she would run naked through the streets of New York City if only they would stop this waiting game and fuck her. But they made the rules and she was learning very quickly to follow them. Casting her eyes downward in the submissive fashion she knew they loved, she spread her legs even wider, watching them from beneath her lashes.
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