Part 18 (1/2)

Taking What's NAUGHTY..

Forced Submission Series Book 6.

Damon, Remy, and Kellan have had their eyes on Leila from the day she started working at their law firm.

Leila's been playing hard to get, and they're not having it. It's the night of the company Christmas party, and they've decided to take matters into their own hands.

Obsession has taken over, and forcing Leila to accept the three of them is the only way to get what they desire.

WARNING: This book contains forced submission and dubious consent. These themes aren't for everyone, so proceed with caution. If you like your s.m.u.t at the edge of safe, this filthy story has your name on it!.

For Belle... You dirty, dirty girl.

For Sir... May you never get her clean.

1.

Damon.

I lean back in my chair, my c.o.c.k already throbbing with antic.i.p.ation of what's to come. I'm not sure how I made it through the office Christmas party knowing what's about to happen. I've got a fertile little surprise waiting just down the hall. It's what we've all wanted, and I'm going to pull the trigger on it. We aren't getting any younger, and I'm sick of her fighting it. Might as well take what we want now.

She's been ours since she strutted her lush a.s.s into our office and applied for the secretary position. It was all too perfect. Kellan, Remy, and I have been together since high school. Busted our a.s.ses to get through law school, and now the three of us have one of the most successful law firms in Seattle. We run it together just like we do everything. She'll be no exception to that.

All three of us came from nothing and made our own little family. I knew the day she walked in here she'd be it for the three of us. There was no going back from that moment. But our feisty little firecracker wasn't so easy to tame-all that red hair, that creamy porcelain skin, and those big green eyes. We knew she'd be a handful, but we were more than willing to take on the challenge if it kept her bound to us for life. Taking our c.o.c.ks deep inside her c.u.n.t every night as we filled her with our babies. Yeah. It might one h.e.l.l of a fight, but we'd be getting what we wanted one way or another. We didn't care what the cost was. If we had to buy a f.u.c.king remote island out in the middle of nowhere so she couldn't escape us, we would.

We have demanding jobs, and we always knew the woman we'd take to be ours, the woman who would bear our children, would be well cared for in the manner we saw fit. Along with three sets of hands to make sure that she'd never want for everything. That was even more crucial when the woman we picked to be ours is feisty. Leila needs a firm hand and will have to get used to us getting what we want. And what we want is her swollen with our children.

The thought makes c.u.m leak from the tip of my c.o.c.k. It doesn't help that I know she's spread-eagle and bound to a bed not far from where I'm sitting right now. It didn't take much to get her there. After she helped set up the company Christmas party, I got her into the apartment we use when we all work too late and would rather just crash at the office.

I strapped her to the bed and cut the clothes from her body, firmly placing a gag into her mouth. No one knew as they danced to Christmas carols and celebrated the firm's best year to date that down the hall was a woman we'd be taking as ours tonight. Whether she wanted it or not.

A stab of guilt runs through me as I remember how I couldn't control myself after I bound her to the bed and I saw her p.u.s.s.y on full display. I couldn't stop myself from pulling my c.o.c.k out and finding release, splas.h.i.+ng onto her warm soft belly. All I could think about was what that same belly would look like when it was filled with our child. It only took two strokes before I was c.u.mming all over it. I rubbed it in with my hand, wanting it to seep into her skin. I didn't have the control to wait. Remy and Kellan should've been there, too, but I'm going to make it up to them right now. We'll all have our turn with her until we can't get another drop of our c.u.m inside her.

”Where's Leila?” Remy asks, sitting down next to me, Kellan following suit. Both of them stretch their legs out after standing most the night. That always seems to be the case when she isn't with one of us. She controls our every thought. Who knew a curvy little redhead could so easily make three grown men obsessed with her? Because that's what we are. Utterly obsessed. It would be a lie to say otherwise. h.e.l.l, the phone tracking and taps on her phone should have been a red f.u.c.king flag. But we didn't care. As long as we knew where she was and what she was doing at all times, we felt no guilt about it. She's ours.

I shoot back the rest of the whiskey in my tumbler before dropping it down onto the table with a hard thunk.

”It's time.” Remy and Kellan look my way, wondering what I'm talking about.

”We've been at this for over ten years. I want what we talked about. I want to enjoy the fruits of our labor, and Leila's going to give them to us.” I let the words hang in the air before I finish. ”Now.”

”And how do you plan on making that happen? We can't just make-” Kellan's words cut off when I shoot him a hard look. He pauses, raising an eyebrow. ”Where is she?” He knows I'm not f.u.c.king around. Time's up for Leila. She'll be giving us what we want.

”I have a nice little Christmas present for us all. Not only that...she's ovulating.”

”I'm not even going to ask how you know that,” Remy says as he adjusts himself.

”Where is she?” Kellan asks again as he stands up, undoing his tie and throwing it onto the table. He licks his lips, looking impatient. ”I've wanted this for so f.u.c.king long. I'm with you. I'll do whatever it takes to have her and bind her a.s.s to us. No more games.”

”f.u.c.k. She's going to give us h.e.l.l.” Remy stands, too, adjusting himself again and making it known that his body is up for her giving us h.e.l.l. That's going to be half the fun. As feisty as she can be, I can't wait to shove my c.o.c.k down her throat as she tries to tell me no. She'll see then that it doesn't matter anymore. You can't tempt three men with something as sweet as her body and not give them what they want.

”We'll take turns at first. Get her c.u.n.t good and ready for us before we all take her together.” Thinking about all of us taking turns rutting into her body, filling it with c.u.m, turn after turn, almost has me c.u.mming in my five thousand dollar suit. She's going to be f.u.c.king covered in us by the time we're done with her. We'll keep her bound to that bed until her belly starts to swell if that's what it takes.

”f.u.c.k,” Kellan mutters, gripping his own c.o.c.k through his pants. ”Please tell me she's f.u.c.king close. If not, I'm going to have to use the bathroom to rub one out before we head out. I'll never make it.”

”I'm not that mean.” I smirk and stand from my chair. I pull my suit jacket off and throw it over my chair. ”Follow me.”

We make our way out of the conference room, towards the door at the end of the hall. The Christmas lights still light up the offices and soft holiday carols are playing. The once-full building is now empty, everyone hurrying home to their families on Christmas Eve. We're the only ones remaining, so no one will hear. No one will ever know.

I pull the key from my pocket and unlock the door, letting it swing wide open, revealing one very p.i.s.sed off Christmas treat we're about to devour.

2.

Damon

Leila is looking between all three of us and staring daggers. She's trying to talk around the gag, but her angry words are m.u.f.fled.

”Well, that's one way to do it,” Remy says, walking closer to the bed. He stops on the right side, standing a few feet away and stares down at her. ”Jesus f.u.c.king Christ. She's perfect.” He whispers the words as he reaches out to touch her, but he pulls his hand back. I think he's afraid to touch her because the dream might end.

I can see Leila's blush from where I'm standing, no doubt because she's on full display for the three of us. I turn, locking the door behind us just to ensure there's no possible way we'll be disturbed. And we wouldn't want our woman trying to get away from us.

”Looks like you've already had some fun without us,” Kellan says as he looks down at the dried c.u.m on her belly. He smiles at me and raises an eyebrow. He moves to the left side of the bed as he licks his lips and rubs his crotch. ”My G.o.d, Leila. You're the most beautiful thing we've ever seen.”

The three of us are so close and have known each other for so long that there's never a hint of jealousy between us. It's like with anything we do, if one of us succeeds, we all succeed. So even though I was able to mark her first, it's as if we all did it together.

”Yes, as you can see, the sight of our little Leila all spread out was too much for me to handle. I'll sit this one out and let you two catch up.” I walk over to the side of the room and take one of the large leather chairs, moving it towards the foot of the bed. I sit down in the chair and lean back, a perfect view of Leila on display in front of me. ”We can all mark her, then decide who's going to take her p.u.s.s.y first.”

”f.u.c.k, you don't have to tell me twice.” Remy starts unb.u.t.toning his s.h.i.+rt right away, hurriedly trying to get naked. Kellan is more controlled, taking his clothes off slowly as if he's calculating every move.

Looking over at Leila, I see her breathing pick up. She's not saying anything anymore, she's just lying there with her arms above her head, looking back and forth between the two men.

Her big b.r.e.a.s.t.s look more swollen than earlier, and her hard nipples are jutting up in tight peaks. I see her chest rising and falling with her quick breaths, and it makes them jiggle a little. The sight makes my c.o.c.k even harder as I imagine sliding it between her two fat t.i.ts. My ten-inch c.o.c.k would be smothered by all her soft flesh cus.h.i.+oning my every thrust. It would disappear as I held her snugly around me and took out my pleasure on them, the tip of my c.o.c.k peeking up through the top and touching her chin. G.o.d, if only her warm tongue could come out and lick me in invitation to let me know she welcomes my taste.