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"Come now, sweetheart. The truth," Preston insisted.
But her attention was soon stolen by Zachary. She couldn’t help the skittish way her gaze followed him. He had picked up a glass dome-shaped object directly from a very expensive-looking box.
She blenched as she realized it was a butt plug.
Panic started to swirl all around her. She knew where a butt plug went, and now her apprehension had made her resort to stating the obvious.
"Tell us the truth, and Zachary won’t have to stick that plug into that sweet little asshole of yours, Dakota."
God help her. Those words disrupted the little coherence she held onto for dear life.
Everything was so wrong, and yet her body seemed to both quake with boldness and shy away at the same time.
She didn’t know what had happened. Or how it was even possible that it was happening in the first place. She only knew that the three men were making it difficult for her to think and grasp reality well enough to get her through this. But suddenly her body was no longer hers.
The wetness between her thighs was like nothing she had ever felt before. Her clit still quivered from the effects of every beat of Michael’s hand on her ass.
She closed her eyes and prayed for the strength to keep her swollen bead and folds from rubbing against the muscle in his thigh hidden by his track pants.
Her body was too conflicted.
She would never live past the ignominy of it all if she came.
She would hate herself forever for having embarrassed herself so badly in front of them.
But she couldn’t stop her pussy from pulsing, her clit from throbbing, and her head from losing every ounce of control she had left.
"Please," she begged, unsure and beaten. But it was too late.
"Fuck."
Their soft but rough expletives tinged the air around her.
And then she betrayed herself in the worst way possible. Maybe it was because of the dream she’d had where they had been touching her, stroking her clit, and dipping their fingers between her folds. She could still feel the tingling on her tongue as they made her suck their cocks. She had felt them penetrate her as if it were happening for real.
She pressed her center against Michael’s thigh. Tears of shame dripped down her face. She closed her eyes, unable to see Preston and Zachary witnessing her total and complete breakdown firsthand.
Her womb contracted. Her pussy spasmed as she came, hitting her body with tiny earthquakes that stunned her and changed her forever.
And when she tumbled back down to earth from her agonized high, she plummeted straight into a pool of cold, hard, and cruel truth.
Michael had stopped spanking her. Preston released her hair. And Zachary stood staring at her with his jaw clenched tight.
She had done something wrong.
Yes, you idiot. You came like the weak, inexperienced virgin you are.
She wasn’t supposed to come.
Not so easily.
Her shame would be the death of her.
Awkwardly, she climbed off Michael’s lap. Her dress floated to her knees, and red with new shame, she gripped her panties and pulled them up without lifting too much of her dress.
She wanted the earth to swallow her up.
Michael and Preston stood up, and then it was all three of them with their gazes fixed on her.
