Restraining the Receptionist: ... the Receptionist, Book 2 by Juniper Bell Page A

Simon and Ethan. I widened my legs.
    After a jerk of the head from the leader, Luke bent next to me and drew the sundress up to expose my lower half.
    “Would you like to touch yourself?”
    Would I? My sex ached for contact. I reached my hand down among my folds and fingered my clit. The prickling scent of my arousal filled the air. I stroked myself and my hand became drenched. Someone groaned, and a zipper lowered. The more I rubbed, the higher my fever grew, until I was rotating my hips against my hand in greedy circles.
    But of course, after being spoiled by the attentions of Simon and Ethan, my own hand couldn’t possibly compare. No matter how much I rubbed and pressed, I hungered for something more. The stimulation of all those male eyes helped, no doubt. But not enough.
    I remembered what the man had said. If you tell us to do something, we’ll do it. Four able-bodied men surrounded me. Able, willing and eager to perform. But could I really ask such a thing? Did I really want that? The whole room seemed to be willing me to invite the men into my body. I hesitated.
    The leader helped me out. “Would you like to get rid of that lovely but irritating dress?”
    “Yes, please.”
    Gratefully, I raised my arms so Luke could help me out of it. As soon as it was gone, I felt a little embarrassed. None of them were naked, although one of the men had undone his zipper and was fondling himself.
    Luke picked up my margarita and offered me another sip. I sucked it down. Relaxed once again, I rose to my feet and began to dance around the small area surrounded by couches and armchairs. I felt miraculously free and happy. I spread my arms apart and laughed up at the ceiling. Hands reached out to touch me, but I kept skipping away. I heard a grunt of frustration, but laughed it off. Undulating my nude body, I tantalized them.
    The atmosphere in the room tightened into something darker. When the leader spoke next his voice had a new edge to it.
    “Wouldn’t it be wonderful if you stretched out on that table over there so we could really enjoy your body? We could lick you all over, all four of us, from your cunt to your fingertips and everywhere in between.”
    I twirled away from a grasping hand. “I don’t feel like lying down.”
    “Maybe you’d like to kneel down on all fours, in that case? Wouldn’t you like to scamper around like a kitty cat? I might be able to locate a leash.”
    “You’re so sweet. I don’t think so.” All I wanted to do was dance. I loved the hot look in the men’s eyes, the way they hungered for me and couldn’t look away. I ran my hands over my breasts and caught my nipples between my fingers. The thrill made me gasp.
    “That’s it.” A harsh voice made me stumble. I could barely believe it was the same man who’d spoken so soothingly before. “You clearly don’t know what’s best for you.” The leader stood up and whipped off his belt. He snapped it through the air so it made a whistling sound. “Enough games. Stand still.”
    I froze. I stared at the belt dangling from his hand. In my heightened state of awareness, I could practically feel its sting on my skin. Ethan and Simon never used leather belts or things like that. Occasionally they might spank or use a paddle, but nothing that might cause too much pain.
    “Turn around and bend over.” Panic flooded me. I looked at the other men. No help there. Their faces looked thick with lust. Another air-lash of the belt made me jump. Trembling, I turned my back to the man. “Put your hands on the floor and spread your legs wide.”
    I couldn’t do it. It was too humiliating. Ethan and Simon had never asked anything like this from me, to expose myself in such a shameful way. My knees threatened to collapse.
    The belt swished right next to me. “Do it.”
    I didn’t budge, even though I shook with terror.
    “Do you want me to tie you up and whip you? We’ve got four belts here. One for your hands, one for each leg, one to whip