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Dash moves his eyes from my body to the box, grabbing it and opening it. I watch as he removes a small thing from inside. It’s black and in a C shape. I have never seen anything like that before. The butterflies in my stomach start to move when he starts rubbing it against my pussy. I dig my head back on the bed, closing my eyes, gripping the sheets tighter as it starts to vibrate against my clit.

Jake answered without hesitation. "What if my friend wants to have sex with you?" I asked Jake again. "If your friend will let me scan the black card then I am willing to do everything," Jake replied to me and I couldn't help but smile when I heard what he said. I opened my Dior pouch and took my VIP black card and showed it to Jake. "Well, my friend said you can scan this VIP black card now," I said to Jake causing his eyes to widen in shock. "Y-You have a VIP black card?" Jake asked me and I just nodded at him with a sly smile on my lips.

The screen flickered, overriding the security camera feeds before switching to a live breaking news broadcast. “You did good, Ivy,” Harrison whispered, his voice dropping into a deadly, ice-cold register as he held the screen up to my face. “Now look at what your mother and ex are doing, while I had my fingers inside you.” He gripped my chin and turned my face toward the monitor as I forced my dazed, half-lidded eyes to focus on the monitor screen. It was a live, breaking news broadcast from the street outside Voss Developments headquarters. Diana was standing at a podium surrounded by press microphones, holding up an official copy of the leaked, encrypted blackmail ledgers.

Slowly, with her other hand, she tipped the base upward into the light. And then she froze. There stuck to the middle of the bottom plate was a tiny black disc. Matte, thin, smaller than a dime. Almost invisible unless you were trying to find it. Vivian whispered, “No… no, no… please tell me that’s not—” A microphone. Vivian’s knees nearly buckled. “Oh my God…”

Pulling the top drawer open, she watched him take out a black luxurious lockable glossy marble box and push the drawer back close before walking back to her. Stopping at the edge of the bed, the man sat the box on the mattress and opened it. Inside were a set of items all made especially for one's pleasure, three of them being vibrators but in different shapes and forms. Damon reached inside to take one of the vibrators in his hand and held it up for Lilliana to see before asking “Do you know what this is??” “I… I think so” the girl stuttered, her eyes on the wand like black vibrator.

Damien asked, giving me a lopsided smile, running his fingers through his hair. “Sure, anything to take my mind off how stupid I was with laying the most incredibly beautiful and ancient…oh, and don’t forget magical, maybe, piece of jewelry I have ever seen laying out in the open,” it still stung to admit that. He slid the top of the box and inside was a black rectangle. He was smiling as he plopped it out into his hand. The back was purple. “Your favorite color if I’m not mistaken?” He looked at me for confirmation, and I nodded. He flipped it over to show the smooth black screen, and pushed a button on the side waking it up.

Vincent and Khalid's grins promised more, their eyes devouring her trembling form. Damian stepped away from her face, his massive dick glistening from her mouth, and rummaged in a drawer of his desk. The sound of metal clinking sent a shiver through Scarlett. He returned with a sleek black vibrator, its surface smooth and humming to life with a low buzz when he flicked the switch. 'Time to make that clit sing, red,' he growled, his deep voice laced with dominance. He knelt between her spread legs, the age gap stark as his broad, experienced hands parted her thighs wider. The vibrator's tip pressed against her sensitive clit, the vibration jolting her like electricity.

Magnus had alerted them when he saw her ride arrive. She sat in the chair at the end of the table, placing her iPad down, her hands gently by the side. "Let's get into it," she said, crossing her legs at her ankle as she slanted her legs to her right. "So, any cover ideas?" "Yes ma," Mark - a guy who worked in the graphics department - said, drawing her attention. "I was thinking that we would invite some top class models, and then get them to do a special shoot for it. You know, give -"

By the time Damian finally dismissed the team and returned to his private office, the muscles in his neck were tight like coiled steel. He shut his door, the heavy latch clicking firmly into place. The room was completely silent. He walked over to the side table. He unfastened the silver latch on the black box and pulled the lid open. Inside sat a thick manila envelope and a standard, unmarked DVD. Damian picked up the envelope. It felt heavy. He broke the wax seal with his thumb, turning it over and sliding the contents out onto the dark wood of his desk. Two dozen high-resolution photographs spilled across the polished surface.