10

Maisie’s tongue felt like it was stuck to the roof of her mouth, and she couldn’t quite get enough air.

“Have you seen one before?” Ethan asked. There was a certain gentleness in his tone, but Maisie wasn’t fooled. Her apprehensive reaction was turning them all on.

“No, sir.” She spoke quietly, as if complete submission on her part might convince them to change their minds.

It wasn’t like they hadn’t thought this through already.

“We had it made especially for you,” Raphael said. “Up on your knees.”

A soft whimper escaped her lips, but she did as she’d been instructed. Despite the wedding, her position with the men felt so precarious that she knew she’d do anything to be their perfect sex toy.

Normally it would have been the furthest thing from a hardship, but that belt…

“Slide your legs apart,” Trent said. He dropped into a crouch beside her and stroked his chin thoughtfully with the tip of his thumb. Several locks of dark hair slipped forward, across his forehead.

Maisie slid her knees wider. She couldn’t drag her eyes away from Trent. Suave and sexy, with a rugged, masculine build, he looked for all the world like a movie action hero.

“Good girl,” he said, his voice low, like his words were private, something for just the two of them.

He unbuttoned her blouse and pulled up the cups of her bra, freeing the soft mounds of her breasts, which he then squeezed in his large hands. Flicking the nipples with his thumb and forefinger, he said, “Play with yourself.”

Maisie immediately slid her hand down her stomach, to the wet heat of her sex. She’d known she was turned on, but the extent of the slipperiness was still a surprise.

She dragged her finger across her clit and gasped, because it felt that good. Too good.

Trent leaned forward until his lips were just over her ear. When he spoke, his sweet breath was warm on her skin. “We’re taking your orgasms.”

What that meant, she didn’t know. Was he saying he wanted her to come right away? Yes… That was probably it.

So she began moving her finger faster, back and forth over her clit and over her folds, too. The wet sounds of flesh on flesh reached her ears.

Her clit responded, the small piece of flesh becoming engorged and stiff and proud. Soon it was almost too sensitive to touch directly, so she lightened the pressure. But Trent did the opposite, flicking her nipples even harder.

Then she was coming. The orgasm hit her out of nowhere, and she arched her back and cried out, her eyes screwed tightly closed. Shuddering spasms jerked through her body.

Someone clamped a hand over her mouth. Raphael. She knew him from the subtle yet powerful scent of his spicy aftershave.

The spasms slowed, and she relaxed the hand over her pussy and blinked her eyes open.

Ethan was in front of her, and Raphael was to her left. Trent was still crouching beside her, still flicking her stiff nipples, which were already a little sore.

“Again,” Ethan said. “One for each of us.”

“You might not want to be so fast this time,” Raphael said. “After all, these orgasms will have to last you.”

We’re taking your orgasms.

Of course. If she hadn’t been half out of her mind with desire, she would have understood Trent’s comment immediately. Her bosses had decided that they were taking total control of her sexual pleasure.

Because her hand was still on her dripping pussy, she could feel the instant female reaction to the men’s plan.

She wanted it. Needed it. Despite everything, she preferred her men to be in charge in the bedroom.

Completely in charge, even if it hurt or scared her.

And lucky for her, they insisted on providing that.

“On your feet,” Raphael said, finally removing his hand from her mouth.

“Yes, sir.”

“Keep playing with yourself, but don’t orgasm until I tell you to.” Raphael left the room.

Maisie cast a bewildered glance back at the chastity belt and immediately wished she hadn’t. The thing was monstrous. And it looked like it might give her tetanus.

“Is that rusty?” she asked.

“No,” Ethan said. “We would never do anything that could harm you.”

She bit back a sigh. No, they wouldn’t harm her, but they would certainly torture her.

Raphael returned with a small box tucked neatly under his arm. A printed label was wrapped around the box, but Maisie couldn’t determine what was inside.

“Open it,” he said, handing it to her.

She accepted it with a trembling hand. “Thank you, sir.”

She sliced a fingernail through the thin security tape, opened the box, and extracted the object inside. It was a combination dildo and butt plug.

The dildo was enormous, easily the size of one of her bosses’ cocks. Mercifully, the conical butt plug wasn’t as big, but considering that someone was going to jam it into her ass, it was larger than she liked.

Ethan took the empty box out of her hand.

“Spread wider,” he said, nudging at her bent knees with the toe of his expensive shoe.

Knowing that the men were going to force her to her limits, she immediately made an honest effort. Maybe she could appease them and buy a little mercy.

“I want her on the chair,” Ethan said.

Raphael grabbed one of the high-back executive chairs and rolled it toward her.

“Stay in position,” Trent commanded.

They’d moved her like this before, so she knew to keep her legs wide and bent, even as Trent and Raphael were each lifting her into the air. She felt a bit like someone who’d been found frozen on the side of the road in a silly position.

The men lowered her onto the chair, with her back against its back. They positioned her legs so that her knees were hooked over the chair’s thick armrests.

Her naked pussy and ass hung in the air above the seat, but already she was sinking down.

“Hold yourself where you are,” Trent ordered, and her body went rigid.

Ethan pulled up another chair and sat in front of her. He leaned back, his attention on her exposed lower body. For several minutes he studied her pussy. All of the men were doing the same—though they occasionally glanced at her bared breasts, the nipples still as hard as ever.

“I’m going to miss looking at it,” Trent said.

“Me, too,” Ethan said.

“Miss what, sirs?” she asked in a panic.

“We won’t be able to stare at your pussy once you’re wearing the chastity belt. Put the butt plug into your pussy and get it wet.”

Whimpering, she did as she was told. The butt plug slipped in easily because she was so wet, and because it wasn’t that big. If she hadn’t been aroused, hadn’t already orgasmed, it might have been a tight fit.

Ethan leaned forward with great interest.

“Put it in place and hold it there,” he ordered. “The dildo in your pussy and the plug in your ass.”

“Yes, sir.”

She had to start with the dildo because it was longer, but when the tip of the plug bumped against her tight rim, she found it surprisingly easy to relax.

The blood began pounding harder in her veins, and she licked her lips. She was beginning to thrust when Ethan said, “Don’t move.”

She froze.

The men exchanged glances, and then Trent picked up the chastity belt and carried it toward her.

The belt unhinged on one side, and it opened with a quiet creak. Now that it was closer, she could see that it was in excellent condition, and what she’d thought was rust was actually decorative paint around the edges.

Trent moved another section of the belt, and she wouldn’t have known what it was or what it was for if she hadn’t already seen it assembled.

The men helped her stand. Trent passed a rigid metal strip between her legs, and a few seconds later, the belt, which looked and felt like metal high-waisted, brief-cut underwear, was intact again.

Except now she was locked in it.

With the dildo and butt plug firmly inside her.

Trent held her hand as she took the first step.

Strangely, she couldn’t feel the things inside her as intensely as she would have expected. Probably because they’d slipped partially out; the belt was tight, but there was a small amount of wiggle room.

Enough that she could have squeezed in a finger and masturbated if she’d wanted to.

“Sit,” Trent said.

“Yes, sir.”

She slowly lowered herself onto the chair…

And now she could feel the sex toys. She was full, pleasantly full, and she moaned a little, her breasts swaying with the movement.

But at the same time, she couldn’t ignore the uncomfortable way the belt’s metal edges dug into her soft flesh.

“Would you like to come?” Raphael asked.

She looked up into his blue eyes and saw nothing but cold dominance.

“Yes, sir,” she said, and wondered what the catch was. Because surely it couldn’t be that easy.

“Then do so without touching yourself.”

“How, sir?”

“Press your hot little pussy down. Grind into the chair.” Ethan’s eyes were glimmering, and the tenting in his pants was impossible to ignore.

Maisie grabbed the chair’s arms and rocked her hips against the seat.

She gasped. The pleasure of the dildos was matched by the pain of the belt.

Trent whipped off his tie, wadded it up, and stuffed it into her open mouth. “Keep quiet,” he warned. “This is a place of business.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, or tried to say.

“Come for us,” Raphael ordered. He reached down to flick her nipples. They were already sore from Trent’s earlier attention, and tears came to her eyes. “Suffer for us.”

Grinding her hips against the chair, she managed to come. The second the orgasm was fading, the pain was settling in. She winced.

“Hurts, doesn’t it?” Raphael asked.

She nodded, tears blurring the room. An orgasmic aftershock rolled through her, and then her pussy was starting to squeeze rhythmically again and again.

“Come as often as you like,” Ethan said. “I could watch you all day—”

“Actually, you’ve got dinner reservations in twenty minutes,” Raphael said, glancing at the time. “I’d say another couple of minutes, and then we’ll take out those dildos and put the belt on nice and tight.”

“You heard the man,” Trent said. “Come for us. This pleasure will have to last you for the night.”

She didn’t want to come, because she didn’t want to feel the pain of the metal chastity device, but she was so horny.

So she came.

Then, while Raphael was twisting and torturing her nipples, Trent removed his wadded-up tie. A wet section of cloth brushed against her forehead as he tossed it to the side.

He took out his cock. It was purplish red, long, thick, and hard. Trapping her head with both large hands, he positioned the tip of his pulsing shaft between her lips.

“Been waiting for this all day.” He entered her mouth hard.

After a dozen thrusts, Ethan was crowding him out. Maisie opened as wide as she could, but it wasn’t nearly enough to accept both men fully. Two swollen cock heads pressed into her, and she wildly tried to lick and stroke them.

The more she wiggled, the more the belt hurt, but she couldn’t get enough of their cocks and how perfect the taut, smooth skin felt on her tongue and lips.

Eventually Trent relinquished his spot, but only for a few moments. Then he was back, and Raphael, too.

Whimpering, she sucked all three powerful men the best she could. She worked hard, applied herself like never before.

Groaning and grunting, they orgasmed in quick succession, filling her mouth with warm, salty come.

Over and over, she came, too. Hard.

And she suffered mightily.