The penthouse lights were dimmed low, casting long shadows across the marble floors and the sprawling leather sofas. I stood in the center of the living room, heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat. The sheer black lace dress they had chosen for me tonight clung to my body like a second skin — so transparent that the silver nipple clamps and the thin chain connecting them were clearly visible. No panties. The thick vibrating plug was buried deep in my ass again, pulsing on a slow, teasing rhythm that made my thighs tremble.
Tonight wasn't just another office meeting.
Tonight the three powerful clients were coming here — to the penthouse — for a "private celebration" of the signed deal. And my Daddies had made one thing very clear: I was the main entertainment.
I clutched the hem of the tiny dress, trying to pull it lower even though it barely reached the top of my thighs. My voice came out small, shaky, and full of innocent panic. "Daddies… please… not here… not in our home… I can't let them see me like this again. I'm already so embarrassed from last time… what if they want more? What if they—"
Damien stepped behind me, his tall, muscular body pressing against my back. One large hand slid around my throat possessively, tilting my head back so I had to look up at him. His other hand slipped under the lace and cupped my soaked pussy, two thick fingers pushing inside me without warning.
"You're going to be a good girl tonight, princess," he growled against my ear, voice low and dangerous. "You'll smile, you'll spread, and you'll let them watch every single inch of you getting ruined by your Daddies. Understand?"
I whimpered, hips twitching helplessly around his fingers. "Y-yes, Daddy… but I'm still so shy… I feel like I'm going to cry in front of them again…"
Zayn appeared in front of me, already unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his hard, sculpted chest. He cupped my face with both hands and kissed me deeply, tongue claiming my mouth until I was breathless. "That's what makes it so fucking hot, shy girl. Your tears, your blushes, your little whimpers — they love it. And so do we."
Ryker lounged on the sofa, phone ready to record. "The clients will be here in ten minutes. Try not to soak the floor before they arrive, princess."
Kian knelt in front of me, gently spreading my legs wider. He replaced Damien's fingers with his tongue, licking slow, filthy stripes up my dripping pussy while the plug continued to buzz inside my ass. I moaned loudly, hands flying to his hair.
"Ahh— Daddy Kian… they're going to see me like this… all wet and desperate… I can't hide how much my body wants you…"
The doorbell rang.
My stomach dropped.
Damien didn't pull away. He simply turned me toward the entrance, keeping his fingers buried inside me as the three clients walked in — tall, powerful, eyes immediately locking onto my exposed body.
"Gentlemen," Damien said calmly, as if he wasn't finger-fucking me right in front of them. "Welcome. Ava has been looking forward to entertaining you properly tonight."
I tried to close my legs, but Kian held them open, still licking me slowly. My cheeks burned crimson as the clients stared — hungry, intense, drinking in every detail of my shame.
One of them — the silver-haired man — smiled darkly. "She looks even more innocent than last time. That blush is perfect."
They sat down on the sofas, drinks in hand, eyes never leaving me.
Damien finally withdrew his fingers and made me stand in the center of the room like a doll on display. "Show them, princess. Lift the dress. Let them see what belongs to us."
My hands shook as I slowly pulled the lace up to my waist, exposing my dripping pussy and the sparkling base of the plug in my ass. The clients leaned forward, eyes dark with lust.
"Turn around," Zayn ordered. "Bend over and spread for them."
I obeyed, mortified. I bent at the waist, reached back with both hands, and spread my ass cheeks, showing them everything — the jeweled plug, my soaked pussy, the way my thighs glistened with arousal.
"Fuck… she's dripping down her legs," one client groaned.
Ryker turned the plug's vibration higher. I moaned loudly, knees buckling.
"Please… Daddies… they're staring right at my holes…" I whimpered, voice tiny and broken. "I feel so exposed… so dirty…"
Damien stepped forward and sank onto the sofa, pulling me onto his lap facing the clients. He spread my legs wide over his thighs so they had a perfect view as he lined up his massive cock and pushed inside my pussy in one slow, deep thrust.
I cried out, head falling back against his shoulder. "Ahh— Daddy Damien… it's so deep… they can see it going inside me…"
He started fucking me slowly, deliberately, letting every inch slide in and out while the clients watched inches away. Zayn moved in front of me, feeding his thick cock into my mouth. Ryker and Kian took my hands, wrapping them around their shafts, making me stroke them while the clients stared.
The room filled with wet, obscene sounds — my muffled moans, the slick slide of Damien's cock in my pussy, the soft jingling of the nipple clamps.
"Harder," one client said, voice rough. "Make her cry for us."
Damien obeyed. He started pounding up into me, brutal and deep, while Zayn fucked my throat in perfect rhythm. The plug in my ass buzzed mercilessly, turning every thrust into overwhelming pleasure.
I was sobbing around Zayn's cock, tears streaming down my face, mascara running. My shy mind was breaking, but my body was betraying me completely — clenching, dripping, begging for more.
Kian reached down and rubbed my swollen clit in fast circles. "Cum for them, princess. Let our guests see how beautifully you fall apart."
I shattered.
My orgasm ripped through me like fire. I screamed around Zayn's cock as my pussy gushed, squirting hard all over Damien's lap and the floor. My whole body convulsed violently, ass clenching around the plug, nipples aching from the clamps.
They didn't stop.
They rotated me like a toy.
Zayn took my pussy next, then Ryker, then Kian — each one fucking me harder while the clients watched from up close. At one point Damien and Zayn double-penetrated my pussy right in front of them, stretching me so obscenely wide that I screamed in pleasure-pain.
"Look at that little cunt taking two cocks," one client breathed, almost reverent.
I was lost in a haze of shame and ecstasy.
When they finally came, it was everywhere — flooding my pussy, my ass, my mouth, painting my breasts and face until I was a sticky, trembling, cum-covered mess on the sofa.
The clients stood up, clearly aroused but respecting the no-touch rule… for now.
The silver-haired one looked at Damien. "Next time… we want to see her take all four of you at once. And we want her to beg us to watch closer."
Damien held me possessively against his chest, stroking my hair as I hid my ruined face in his neck.
"We'll consider it," he said, voice dark with obsession.
I whimpered softly, voice barely audible and full of innocent shame.
"Daddies… I… I came so hard while they watched… what's happening to me?"
Damien kissed my temple, whispering the words that made my heart race with both fear and forbidden heat.
"You're becoming exactly what we wanted, princess. Ours. Completely."