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I’m more than happy to be his muse and his model, though. I stroke his cock fast, feeling his pre-cum soak my fingers, using the viscous fluid for lubrication.
I want him.
The others have been inside me here, but now I need Xane.
“I need your pussy, Gem,” Xane gasps when I run my thumb across the slit on the head of his cock. It’s almost as if he were reading my mind through my movements.
Spencer moves away, letting Xane take his place between my legs. Without any hesitation, he thrusts his long cock into my cunt. He thrusts into me over and over with the fervor of a man long starved.
I’m more than happy to be what satiates him.
Derek pulls his cock out of my mouth, saying, “Save some for later, Princess.”
Xane pulls me closer to him. My head is now on the table, but my ass is off the edge. I wrap my luscious legs around Xane’s slim hips.
With every thrust, the plug shifts around in my ass again.
I grab the edge of the brand new desk by my hips. My nails don’t even scratch the hardwood. My men—they think of everything, don’t they?
Xane increases his speed, ramming harder into my pussy.
Killian is standing over my head now.
I open my mouth, expecting his cock. He runs a hand along my jawline and closes my mouth. He kisses me deeply, then wraps his hand around my neck and squeezes gently.
I gasp and can’t quite catch my breath; a wave of pleasure and euphoria crashes over me.
He releases his hold, and I take a deep gulp of air just in time. His fingers circle my throat again. I close my eyes savoring the feeling, the complete loss of control.
My mouth is barely open, waiting for the sweet breath of oxygen Killian will give me.
I place my life entirely in his hands.
He gives me one more moment of reprieve and oxygen before closing on my throat again, and Xane takes the cue to ram his cock hard and deep inside me, rapidly hitting my cervix again and again.
I writhe on the desk, out of air and seeing stars.
My cunt contracts around Xane’s cock, and only his intense control keeps him from spraying his load inside my pulsing walls.
Killian lets go of my throat and kisses the blossoming bruises left by his hand.
Xane slips his cock out of my pussy and replaces it with his long delicate fingers. The other two join us at the desk surrounding me. In unison, they’re stroking their hard, cunt-drenched cocks.
Xane’s fingers work inside me, teasing my G-spot and pulling me towards another orgasm.
Xane cums first. His sticky jets splash across my swollen pussy lips and up onto my stomach. Killian follows and lands a glob directly on my tongue as my mouth opens to scream out with my own orgasm.
Derek and Spencer each cover my tits thoroughly, making sure to bathe every inch of skin within the reach of their incredibly powerful cocks.
The top of my desk is just as soaked in cum as my whole body. We’re all drenched in sweat and other various fluids, and completely, yet joyfully, exhausted.
I’ve never been happier in my whole life.
“You did soundproof this floor, right?” I ask.
They laugh and help me down off the soaked desk. I make a mental note to ask them about one of their cleaning ladies sometime. I’ll need someone who isn’t squeamish and won’t ask too many questions.
Spencer and I walk to a plush couch and collapse, snuggled into each other. Killian and Xane join us, sitting on either side with a hand somewhere on me.
Derek opens the drawer of the desk and takes out a flat box.
“We gave this to you once, Princess. Would you accept it again?” he asks, opening a box to reveal the filigree day collar with the diamond drop.
He walks over to where the four of us are sitting and kneels in front of me.
I pull my hair away from my neck.
“I won’t ever take it off again,” I answer.
Derek puts the collar around my throat.
Click.
Epilogue
Julia
“Basically, Mrs. Emery, you want an amazing fantasy vacation for you and your husband, Brent. Is that right?”
The well-dressed woman on my computer screen nods. “Please, call me Addison.”
I flash her a bright smile. “Well, Addison, we’ll make sure that everything will be to your satisfaction,” I say, standing comfortably in front of my desk in my office on the Quatre Profonds.
The guys hired the same designer from my downtown office for all my satellite work spaces in their resorts, and of course, on their boat. I may be theirs, but I still run my own company.
Right now, I’m on a video call with a new client, someone Nicole sent my way. I haven’t worked out yet if this one’s for political sway or for pleasure; Nicole can be mischievous, but I trust her judgment.
