“You think we’re working for Morton?”Emerson asked a little too low and dark for her before he grabbed her around the waist and brought her to sit on his lap, her back facing his chest, her butt nestled on his cock.
“I won’t go down without a fight,” she said, fighting for dear life.“You can tell your boss; I will die hating him—”
“He’s not our boss, sweetheart.We don’t work for anyone,” Emerson said, holding her effortlessly in place while she worked up a workout level of perspiration, trying to get herself released from his hold.
“But every time you move, you make me harder, sweetheart,” he added hoarsely in her ear.He wasn’t lying.The rock-hard thickness of his cock boldly probed her ass and silenced her demands to be freed while limiting her movements considerably.She didn’t care that she was making him harder.She cared that she was getting wetter.
Darien and Austin kneeled in front of her.They each took a leg in hand and removed her boots.
“Why are you doing this to me?”
“Because you belong to us, Adrienne Palmer.We are ex-SEALs and no one on this planet can protect you the way we can.Not anyone that Walkman sends your way either.Do you understand?”Darien said.
“You’re lying.I don’t believe you.I don’t believe anything you’re saying.”
“No?”Austin queried.She only then noticed the equipment that lined the small desk in the living room.They’d brought it with them, together with all those groceries.
Austin picked up a solid black phone.He connected to a number easily, where she had no signal whatsoever.
“Walkman?Listen,” Austin said and rattled off a long number then placed the phone beside her on the armrest of the chair.
“Much as we would love to keep you in your pretty pantyhose, we need you naked.Completely naked,” Darien murmured.What was going on?
Emerson lifted her up, and Darien and Austin tucked their fingers into the waistband of the hose and slowly, sensually rolled it down her thighs, kissing the skin they exposed.
“It’s like running our tongues down warm silk,” Austin said gruffly against her thigh.
No matter how rigid she tried to remain, it was a battle she wasn’t going to win.Emerson pressed his lips against the area just below her ear.She shuddered as his tongue flicked at her manically beating pulse.
She didn’t want to breathe.Didn’t want to feel anything.After what seemed like an eternity, Peter Walkman’s voice buzzed from the device.
“Adrienne?Are you there?”
“Peter?”she said, her voice strained as she struggled to keep her head intact.Darien and Austin started to roll the pantyhose off her feet, then holding a foot each, they ran their fingers over her instep, then around her arches, before they lowered their heads and kissed her toes.
Oh god.She tried to escape them, but Emerson held her firmly in place, his fingers slipping into the band of her panties, incinerating her brain cells one at a time.
“Peter?”she said desperately now as if he could save her from their touch.
“Adrienne, the men you’re with...they’re the best.Fucking hell.They belong to a top-secret government unit.SEALs don’t come better than them.I don’t know how you did it, but they’re the fucking best and I can tell you now, there is no way Morton will get his hands on you now.Ah, fuck, Adrienne.Just do as they say, and you’ll be fine.Thank god,” Peter said more in awe than anything else.
“What?”She whispered, but Emerson disconnected the call and drew her back to him, only for her to feel his thickness more pronounced against her now.
Peter’s words rang in her head.She didn’t do anything.She didn’t even know them.
“Why?”she asked softly.
“Because you belong to us, Adrienne and no fucking man on this planet will touch even a strand of hair on your head.”
Darien and Austin did the same to her panties, peeling the flimsy designer piece off her and then inhaling her scent before taking turns to lick at the wetness saturating the gusset of her underwear.
“Fuck, her taste.I want to bottle it,” Darien growled.
Emerson slipped a finger between her legs, which they kept parted, and dipped into the pool of wetness at her entrance.He lapped at the glistening dampness on his finger, grunting and making his cock twitch behind her.
She blushed a vivid hot red.And worse, she could smell herself.Unmasked arousal mixed with ylang-ylang, vanilla, and patchouli.
She wasn’t sure if she’d stepped into another dimension or what, but coherent thinking deserted her, and she splintered apart under their touch.
