“Yes,” I whisper softly, hoping they didn’t hear me.
But they increase the pressure.Layton holds my clit between his fingers, squeezing just hard enough to make my legs quiver while Jasper slips a finger between my folds and keeps his thumb on my clit, polishing the overly sensitive bud until I come so wildly, so frantically the sounds I make aren't coming from my own lips, surely.
But a blanket of embarrassment falls over me with the last spasm escaping my pussy.
How the hell did I allow myself to come in front of them, after they spanked me?
I need to do better.Dammit.
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As haughtily as I can, as if I didn't just perform an entire orgasm for their viewing pleasure, I demand they release me.
My embarrassment makes me infinitely more defensive.
I jerk angrily at the ties even as they undo the knots.When I'm free, I lay into them, and I hope my words sting as much as my butt and pride do right now.
"You bastards," I shout, spinning around the room as if I'm disoriented, looking for my dress.I don't bother with my underwear, and once I find my dress, I shrug into it and begin tying the buttons.
There are so many buttons, I want to cry.
"What century are you from?The Stone Age?Utter Neanderthals!In this century, we don't go around pinning women to desks with their butts in the air so you can spank them.
"It's wrong, and it shouldn't be done, and especially...especially not when she's naked.You three need to be...to be..."
Ugh, I've lost my words again.And I had to restart the buttoning process because it was a hot mess.I missed two, and the third one went in the wrong hole.
It's the sight of them, and not even my humiliation at having come so severely and spectacularly undone, can stop my body from responding to them.
Why did they have to be the ones who bought the pearls?Couldn't it have been any other billionaire in the world?
