Twisted Temptation
“On the desk.”
They guided me forward, Sterling pressing me down until my bare chest touched the cold mahogany. Damon spread my legs, his hand cupping my pussy, rubbing circles over my clit until I moaned loud enough to echo in the office.
“Beg for it,” Sterling demanded.
“I… please,” I gasped, rocking against Damon’s hand.
“Please what?” His voice was a knife.
“Please… touch me. Use me.” My voice cracked, desperate.
Damon laughed darkly. “Fuck, Sterling, listen to her.”