I hand Nick the remotes as I move to the end of the bed, hunch over, then pull my robe up to expose my ass for Saint to fuck me while she watches.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
HOLLY
It’s too much!
Another orgasm barrels into me without warning. I’m not prepared for the intensity of it. I’m shaking my head side to side, unable to get the words out to beg them to stop. I lift my head and watch as the two guys down the bottom of the bed begin to fuck, their groans of pleasure are muted by my cries of agony. Aftershocks are still coursing through me as I feel another orgasm building.
My nipples are pinched to the point of pain, but that small bite of displeasure only adds to the force of the climax. The single masked guy moves to stand at the top of the bed right in my eyeline, and despite the overwhelming need for this torture to stop, my mouth waters for a taste of him.
“I bet you want this cock, don’t you?” I cry out ashe presses the button on the remote, making the butt plug switch its tempo. I slam my eyes closed and try to fight off the urge to come again. I can’t fucking do it. “I warned you,” he growls. Tears prick the backs of my eyes when I feel the orgasm crest. I snap my eyes open and look down at the two masked men fucking and that’s what tips me over the edge.
I come with such a force that my screams are silent. I’m unable to make a single sound as my back arches and the cuffs dig into my soft skin as I tug against them. Tears leak out of the corners of my eyes. Who knew something so fucking beautiful could become something so cruel.
As the waves of pleasure release me from their strong hold and I find my voice again I say, “Stop this now!”
“I told you–” the one beside me tries to say but I cut him off.
“I don’t care, I don’t want this!” I yell, then begin sobbing. In a split second everything changes. The vibrators are yanked out of me, the clamps are removed, then the bar. When they finally release me from the cuffs, I tuck into a ball in the middle of the bed and cry. I don’t know what the fuck happened but suddenly it went from excitement to… feeling broken and empty.
I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me!
“Nothing's wrong with you,snowflake.” His answer shocks me, I must have spoken out loud. I don’t protest when I’m scooped up into one of their arms and held against them. Tears continue to fall and refuse to stop.
Is the sex great? Yes.
Everything about them is great, but it’s missing intimacy. I get some people think being fucked is the most intimate thing you can do, but the truth is it’s not. Being intimate with someone is allowing them to know you. To see you beneath the layers of bullshit you show the world. Cuddling, touching each other outside of the bedroom, holding hands and I don’t have that. Yet, I fucking long for it.
These past few weeks have been amazing but my head is so fucked up. I’m behaving like a cheap whore. I lust after my bosses, who I’m pretty sure I’m close to really falling for, then every night, I come home to be fucked by complete strangers. I don’t even know their names yet I have allowed them to do whatever the fuck they want to me.
“I’m… sorry,” I stutter out.
“You have nothing to be sorry for,” one of them says as he runs his fingers through my hair.
This.
This right here is what I want, the feeling of being wanted, loved and cared for. The three I want the most are out of my league and I have allowed myself to picture these guys as my bosses so I can live in a fake fantasy land.
After I fell asleep Friday night, they left. Saturday and Sunday they didn’t come back and honestly, I’m grateful for that. I spent the whole weekend trying to sort my head out and think about what’s best for me. When Monday morning rolled around I found I was excited to head into work and see the guys, but Sharon let me know the moment I stepped off the elevator that they would be out until Friday—the day of the meeting.
I have tried to call all three of them but none of them are answering, the only form of contact I have had from them was the note on my desk listing what I needed to get done and the time and place to meet them on Friday.
In the time that I have worked here, Nick has never left for a week. Sometimes he came in late or left early but never like this and something feels off.
Did I do something wrong at the bar?
By Wednesday, I am pissed. I haven’t heard from any of them and not only that, I’ve had no contact from my masked men. I tried to text the number from Friday but none of my messages went through.
All this time alone isn’t good for me. I’ve been left alone with my thoughts and now, all I want to do is see Nick, Saint and Chris and tell them the truth. I wantthem to see me as more than their assistant. I could be wrong and looking into things too much, but I swear, they feel the same way I do and are just too scared to admit it in case of a PR blow up from them banging their assistant.
I’ve been lumped with not only my own workload but the three of theirs as well. When I can’t find the right document I’m looking for that we will need for Friday, I have no choice but to log onto Chris’s computer to pull the file and share it with myself. Nick gave me a list of their passwords in case I would need them. I never thought I would, but clearly I was wrong.
As I scroll through his drive looking for the merger sales report I spot a file labeled…
Snowflake
Every instinct is telling me to log out and forget what I saw. My mind is trying to tell me that this is some coincidence and the fact it’s snowing outside is the reason he would have a folder with that title, but the pit in my stomach and the lump in my throat are telling me to open it.
