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21.

SERAPHINA. 

I didn't stop until I came over and over. There was something about the dildo that felt perfectly right in my body. I sobbed out of pure ecstasy. It was really that good. How could something so wrong feel like the best thing that had ever happened to me?

My hands and feet were shaking violently by the time I finally removed the dildo from my cunt. I looked down at the thick black pipe in the dim moonlight, and all I felt was the aching hole it still needed to fill. The pleasure wasn't enough; the emptiness inside me was too vast.

Hence, I pushed it right back into my cunt. I gasped out loud as it filled me perfectly, just the way I wanted. The sudden relief was so deep, so completely relaxing, that my entire body went limp. I collapsed right onto the floorboards, blacking out into a deep, dreamless sleep.

The next morning, Tracy was the one who woke me up.

"Phina? What… what are you doing here?" she asked, her voice filled with confusion as she gently helped me sit up on the rug.

I let out a sharp gasp, and she gave me a look. She had absolutely no idea that a fat dildo was still sitting deep inside my pussy. Every single movement she made to pull me up caused the heavy silicone to slide and shift inside of me, sending a quiet spike of heat straight to my brain.

"Did you sleep here all night?" she asked, her eyes scanning my wrinkled outfit.

"Uhm, I had leftover work…." I muttered, running a shaky hand through my messy hair.

Tracy gave me a long, hard stare. "I know exactly what you are doing!"

My heart completely stopped. My eyes lingered on hers, wide with horror. No. No way. How did she know? Did she look down and see the thick shape of the dildo stretching my skirt?

"You are trying to get promoted by the new bosses!" she screeched.

Only then did the crushing weight in my chest lift, and I relaxed. "Ah. Right," I managed to say, forcing a weak nod.

Tracy helped me clean up in the executive restroom and even brought me an extra set of clothes from her car. 

We resumed our morning duties, but Tracy kept looking at me suspiciously. I couldn't help but wonder if she secretly noticed that I had a dildo stuffed inside my cunt the entire time we were walking down the hall.

When the Knox brothers finally arrived for the day, my heart began to hammer terribly against my ribs. I tried to focus on my computer screen, but all I could think about was Adrian’s phone. With whatever high-tech sensor they were using to track that toy, they were well aware that I had come back into their office last night.

The mere thought of it made me shut my eyes in intense humiliation.

A second later, the internal line buzzed. I was ordered to come to their private office immediately.

"Why do they keep asking for you to come to their office? You are not even their personal assistant," one of the administrative girls glared at me from across the room.

I didn't even bother to turn around and answer her. She was not worth my time at all. If she only knew the terrifying, twisted situation I was actually trapped in, she wouldn't bother to be envious of me for a single second.

I walked slowly toward their suite. I pushed the heavy doors open, and there they were, seated like absolute kings of the underworld.

Julian wore a crisp white shirt, unbuttoned low to reveal stacks of heavy silver necklaces around his neck. He looked incredibly hot, like a dangerous pop star. 

Sebastian was perfectly suited in a dark tuxedo, his gaze entirely calm, yet completely dark. And Adrian, he wore a fitted black shirt with the sleeves folded tightly to his elbows. He possessed a dark, suffocating gaze that could easily draw a woman in and seal her shut forever.

I stood in front of the desk like a helpless prey waiting to be pounced on.

"Did you enjoy it?" Julian was the first to speak. A wicked, knowing smirk was dancing in his eyes.

I kept my mouth shut and did not respond.

"Answer the question, Seraphine, or we might as well begin to exploit you with exactly what we know," Adrian growled, his deep voice making my entire frame shiver slightly.

I turned my eyes away from Adrian and looked directly at Julian. "No."

"Ah, what a little liar," Julian chuckled, leaning back in his chair. 

"You had it crammed inside your cunt all night. We can tell exactly how long it was in there. We have the app right here." He casually shook his phone in the air.

I already knew they tracked it, but seeing him hold the proof made my heart hammer even harder in my chest.

"Why are you guys even surprised?" Sebastian began, his face deadpan as he kept his eyes on his notepad. 

"She is completely sex-starved. Sex-deprived. She needs to be fucked, fucked until her legs are shaking and her eyes are rolling backward into her head."

My throat opened as if to pour a wave of angry words out, but nothing came through. My knees suddenly felt far too weak to carry the weight of my body.

"You want all three of us, Secretary. Just ask," Julian uttered, his tone dropping into a smooth, heavy vibration. "If you truly want to be banged, say the word and it will be given to you. Using a silicone dildo will never really satisfy the hunger. You want to be touched. To be fucked, hard. For your cunt to be sucked... licked... yearned over. Ask us."

I shut my eyes tightly, hot tears trying to spill through my lashes. Their dirty words were having a violent, physical effect on my body, and I hated myself for it.

"Stop! I will never do such a thing with you guys!" I screamed, my lips trembling with rage.

"So you want to do it with other men instead?" Adrian’s thick, cold voice slid through the air, cutting off my shouting.

"No! I want to be left alone! The three of you are my bosses, nothing more!" I glared at them, my chest heaving.

"Yet you sneak into our office at night to use our dildo?" Adrian rolled his eyes, looking completely irritated by my denial. "Don’t act clueless or innocent, Seraphine."

"I only used it because my husband traveled for the night!" I countered frantically, running completely out of breath. "It has absolutely nothing to do with any one of you!"

Adrian let out a dark, mocking laugh that made it feel like thousands of ants were crawling over my skin. "You really think of us as fools, don't you? Your husband? Ha!" He suddenly got to his feet, his massive, towering frame making me swallow hard as he walked around the desk.

 "You have crossed a major line with us, Secretary, and now you need to pay."

"Pay?" I raised my brows, stepping back until my spine hit the door. "Pay for what?"

"Yes," Adrian glared down at me, completely overshadowing my small frame. "Did you actually think you could just march into our private office, use our custom dildo on our rug repeatedly until you pass out, and walk away scot-free?"

"I..."

"You went against every single rule guiding an employee's conduct toward her employers," Sebastian added from the desk, his sharp voice tightening the air in the room.

 "We have every legal right to fire you on the spot, Baby doll."

Panic slammed into my stomach. Damn it. I should have been patient. I shouldn't have let my lust drive me to do it right here in their office. What the hell was wrong with me? If I lost this job, Victor would pull the plug on my mother’s life support immediately.

"You... you can't fire me," I whispered, my voice cracking.

"We don’t want to do that," Julian smirked, crossing his arms as he watched me tremble. He was always the most carefree, saying whatever wicked thing crossed his mind. "We want something else entirely."

"What..." I moved my desperate gaze from Julian, to Sebastian, and finally to Adrian, waiting for my sentence. "What do you want from me?"