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Every nerve in my brain is screaming and burning, and it takes everything in my power to submit against their touch. I trust them completely, and the screaming that’s echoing in my brain turns to an internal moan.

As I finally relax, my entire body lights up with a burning passion. Every fiber of my being suddenly feels wholly connected, spiraling down with the pleasure emanating from my throbbing, pulsing cunt. Spencer plows into me rapidly, the beat of his own heart thumping inside me as he nears his own edge, ready to explode inside me with hot white cum.

I gasp deeply when Killian finally lets up. With the new breath of air, I come harder than I ever thought possible.

My own fluid sprays out of my cunt, splashing and soaking as Spencer yanks his cock out of me. Killian reaches up and begins to roughly stroke my clit as Spencer jerks his own cock, both of us spraying onto my body, coating my chest with pure sex.

Killian circles the table and scoops up a glob of the mixed cum up on two fingers and smears the sticky fluid across my lips. I dart my tongue out in a daze, savoring the taste of Spencer and me—but I want more. I want to taste all three of us together.

Killian stands at the end of the table. One of the girls brings him a short piece of soft black leather. He starts slowly stroking his cock with one hand, holding the leather in the other.

Smack.

The leather falls directly on my wet, swollen pussy lips. I moan at the thudding on my tender lips. The sensation is an entirely new rush of pleasure, something I never could have imagined in such a powerful, post-orgasmic state.

Soft blows fall again and again on my lips and eventually on my clit. Each time it happens, it’s as if a small star explodes. I’m in a state of pure euphoria, completely mesmerized by the flashing lights from the club outside and the splashing pleasure of Killian spanking my swollen cunt in this little room of ours.

He picks up speed, concentrating on my clit. I look straight into his deep blue eyes as I hear his words echo through my blanked mind.

“Come,” he commands, his voice ragged on the edge of his own orgasm. My body is entirely independent of my mind and immediately reacts, and I buck against the bonds.

Killian shoots hot wads of cum all over me as he stares down at my body, entirely satisfied with his own words. He coats my sensitive pussy lips, covers my belly, and completely drenches any untouched spots on my tits.

Killian is leaning against the table, drained from our little show. The gold-painted women undo my bonds and help me sit up.

I look down at the gathered crowd. I toss my hair, moving so the lights will glint off my collar and shine off my proudly cum-soaked body. I run a hand across my dripping cunt, which is now covered in Killian’s cum—as well as Spencer’s and my own—and then I lick my fingers clean.

“Good girl,” Killian praises, bringing a wide smile of happiness and pride to my lips.

Chapter 27

Julia

One last plane ride, this time from Amsterdam to a private port somewhere in the Mediterranean, from which we take their yacht back to New York. Killian refuses to tell me exactly where we’re landing.

“Angel, we’re going to give you an adventure. Let us,” he said to me as we were boarding his plane.

Now I’m settled back in the bedroom at the back of the plane. The girls in the leather costumes brought me a tray of fruit, a split of Dom, and a small notepad as I asked.

Whenever I meet with a new client, I ask them to make me a bucket list—the things they want to do and the places they want to go before they die. So many of them are the same, but it lets me check off those boxes for them and really customize their experience.

I have never made a bucket list for myself. My bucket list has always been:

1. Make my company the best

That’s it. I’ve been so focused and driven that I haven’t let anything else get in the way. If the board hadn’t made me go on a vacation, if Nicole hadn’t set me up with Spencer, Xane, Derek, and Killian…

I went into this vacation trying to work. Every step of the way, these guys have shown me parts of myself I never knew existed, partly because I’ve never done anything other than work. I’ve been in charge for so long…it’s been nice to let someone else call the shots.

At least, for a little while.

And the sex.

Holy fuck, the sex.

I’ve never felt like this before. No one has ever treated me the way these men treat me, and I love it.

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