Page 9 of Three Suave Billionaires and a Fake Chauffeur

His minty breath, mixed with a luxuriously smooth and expensive scotch, tickles the side of my neck as he bundles up the skirt of the dress, lifting it until only my pussy is covered.

I sway backward and fall into him, but Peter clasps his massive hand around my calf and forces me to lift my leg. I lean forward to keep my balance, and again I'm forced to hold onto his shoulder for fear I would topple over.

Peter is so close to my naked pussy, the thought that he can smell my wetness turns me into a quaking mess. Can he see the wetness against my inner thighs? But that's the least of my problems.

Peter guides my high-heeled foot into the leg of the pair of panties he'd gotten from the table. And that's when I realize exactly what's inside.

Oh my freaking god.

There's some sort of a sex toy attached to the gusset. It's pink and made of silicon, and it's dome-shaped, but it seems to have two ears on the top, like rabbit ears.

"Wait," I say, but my throat is hoarse and my voice barely audible, so much so it just sounds like I've uttered a moan. And maybe I did.

Peter does the same to the other leg, and then he pulls the panties up until those ears... oh god... until my clit is positioned right between those ears.

Behind me, Max and Warren adjust the straps, tightening them to fit my body. And then the most unreal thing happens.

Those cute little heart-shaped locks are not for decorative purposes. They're to keep me from pulling the panties off. The only way I can get out of them is with the tiny keys that are now in their possession.

They've secured the garment around me so securely that no amount of pulling will help me get them removed. They've basically put me in a modern chastity garment.

How did I get here again? So many things have happened that I can't retrace my steps anymore.

"I don't understand," I say, because I really don't.

"If you try to run while we're still conducting our business, this will happen," Peter says, and now there's a remote in his hands. He presses a button and...

I feel the slight tinge of unfamiliar pressure on my pussy. Then suddenly, lights go off in my head; my body is physically thrown into the air as those ears on my clit start to beat down on me. The vibration sends me orbiting. A quiver starts in my legs and threatens to upend me completely.

My womb contracts, my clit swells, and fresh wetness leaks from me. I clutch onto the back of the chair, hunched over, my hand going under the dress to remove the toy. The sensations are too much, and I'm going to come. And it's not because of the toy itself. It's because of the thoughts running through my head of them stripping me naked and touching me, my nipples in their mouths, their hands between my legs. Am I really this stupid? How did I become so infatuated with them that I know without a doubt I would never be the same again since meeting them? Oh god, Lucy.

"Please," I whisper, whether for him to turn it off or not, I don't know. I'm not the same person I was when I stepped into their study, and they found me there.

The beginning of my climax catches fire. I bite my lip to stop the orgasmic train from crashing into me. No. No. No.

But then Peter turns the toy off. My clit pulses as if it's trying to revive those rabbit ears again.

"You'll be a good girl while we conduct our business?" Warren asks, his voice deep, husky now.

"Yes," I say, breathless and embarrassed that I had no control over my body and they've witnessed every inch of me ready to fall apart.

I do remain a good girl for the rest of the evening while they finish their business with the Albanian mafia lord. More frightening was Boran Tolaj's acquiescence to their demands, as if he were afraid of the billionaires' wrath if he didn't do as they said.

I've been afraid of a mustached man and a mafia man in a paisley gown, but the scariest and most dangerous were actually the magnificently striking billionaires. What are they going to do to me when they find out what I've been sent to do?

So my life just sucks in general now.

Chapter Eight

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Lucy

I'm forced to remain in the panties the entire evening and on the drive back to the mansion.

I do check on Dean, who is fine and may be going on a date with one of the nurses. I assured him everything was fine on my end too. The billionaires knew nothing and were now on their way back home.

I'm going to have to tell Dean the truth. Knowing what I know about the billionaires now, we both won't be safe. Oh crap, we might need new identities. How do I even get those? Do I have to know someone who knows someone? I'm just a girl who wanted to own a B&B, and now even that fell through.