Corporate Plaything (2 page)

“This is Miss Anna Vincent and she wants to take the test. What do you think, Matt?” Justin asked his opinion.

“Frumpy.”

Goddamn
. That man wouldn’t make his future wife happy if he couldn’t tell a little white lie.

Matt came to her side. “What’s up with these glasses?” He plucked them off her nose before she could shout a protest.

“I-I can’t see well without my glasses.”

“Get contacts.” Matt’s eyes narrowed as he examined her clothes. “Are you a librarian?”

“N-no.”

“A school teacher?”

“No.”

“A government worker?”

“No.” Irritation sliced through her. “What is this all about?”

“You have a terrible sense of fashion.”

Figures
. She’d momentarily forgotten whom she was speaking to. Not everybody could afford the Martels’ two-thousand-dollar women’s suits. Hers came from a discount store and that was the only thing she could afford.

“Take your clothes off,” Matt ordered.

“Excuse me?”

Justin piped in this time. “Do you still want to take the test?”

“Y-yes.”

“Well then.”

Why, of course. No algebra or world history trivia
. She should have known. Anna swallowed a lungful of air as her stomach coiled in a tight knot.
I can do this. Just pretend they are all potted plants. Dumb potted plants.

She rose from her seat like a zombie and half-heartedly shrugged off her tweed jacket. Three pair of eyes scrutinised her every move. Her hands trembled when she unbuttoned her shirt, one by one. Their gaze intensified, she could swear they started searing her skin.

Anna paused before she pulled her shirt off. She didn’t dare look around to see their reaction. She was beyond embarrassed. The last time she’d removed her clothes in front of a man was with her high-school boyfriend. Ned had got so excited as soon as she took her clothes off, he’d jumped on her before she could shed her panties down her ankles properly and humped her vigorously for twenty seconds before it was all over. Now, Anna remembered why she thought sex was highly overrated.

“White cotton bra,” Matt commented with disdain in his voice. “How dreadful.”

“I think it’s kind of cute,” Raphael noted.

“Does it match your panties?” Matt wanted to know. He wriggled his finger and motioned her to lose the skirt.

Anna wanted to ask if he wore matching underwear with his undershirt, too. On second thought, he probably did. Damn designer. She unhooked the clasp on the back of her skirt and pulled the zipped down. The dull, grey tweed skirt pooled around her ankles.

Matt shook his head. “Black bikini?”

Anna scolded him. “Well, excuse me. If I knew my job interview would include stripping, I would’ve put on something presentable.”

Raphael laughed. “I like her. She’s got spunk.”

“We’re not looking for a spunky girl. We want a fuck doll.” Matt’s jaw hardened.

Anna caught Matt’s warning. “I’m sorry, sir.”

“Take your undergarments off. Your stockings too.”

This time, Anna obeyed him without a peep. Her father’s future depended on her. She must get this job no matter what it took. She reached behind her to unclasp her bra and removed it. When she slid her panties down to her ankles, she was determined to win whatever test or game these triplets were playing.

She took off her thigh highs and stood straight, chest puffed out, face blank like a marine facing his commanding officer—her shame forgotten.

Matt’s eyes caught hers. “She’s beautiful,” he noted to Justin. “I like her better without clothes.”

Wait
, he was supposed to criticise that her breasts were too small for her frame or her hips were too big like a damned tavern’s footstool. She wasn’t known for her beauty. Her brain was her best attribute. Why did he compliment her? Anna unconsciously scowled at Matt.

He held his gaze evenly. “What’s the matter? If you were our plaything, you’d spend most of your time unclothed.”

Yowza
.

“Come here.” Justin pushed his chair back and motioned to the empty space in front of him. “Sit on my desk and present yourself to us.”

It took her a couple of seconds to digest his order. As if being naked wasn’t enough, they wanted to see her privates as well.

Anna hoisted herself onto Justin’s desk, sitting on her neatly printed résumé and spread her legs.

Justin took each of her feet and planted them on his chair’s armrests. His gaze skittered from the curls at the juncture of her thighs and darted up, meeting her eyes. “You’re naturally blonde?” He sounded incredulous. “Why did you dye your hair black?”

“Because black is the new blonde?” Anna had dyed her hair as part of her cover. She’d read somewhere that spies usually changed their appearance dramatically each time they were on a mission. Anna thought the dark hair would give her a more elegant, mysterious look. Her platinum hair always made people mistake her for a dumb blonde.

“We’ll do something about it if she passes the test,” Matt decided.

The test.
Her heart dropped to her guts.

Justin stroked her ankle as if she was his beloved pet. “Are you good in bed, Miss Vincent?”

Anna cringed.

“No? When was the last time you had sex?”

“I, um. A long time ago.”

“How long?” Matt asked, curious.

She wanted to lie, but Matt looked like one of those people who could just tell if someone fibbed. “High school, I think.”

Justin arched his lush eyebrows. “Are you a virgin?”

“Heavens, no.”

“Being a virgin isn’t something you need to be ashamed of.”

“B-but I’m not.”

Justin paused, considering. “We want you to pleasure yourself to completion, Miss Vincent.”

“What?”

“That’s the test.”

Anna glared at Justin to see if he was joking.
Nope
. He wasn’t. Justin Martel looked dead serious. “Why on Earth do you want me to do that?”

“Simple. We want an enthusiast bedmate. Someone to match our appetites. You can tell if a woman is enthusiastic in bed by watching her pleasure herself.”

Anna exhaled a strangled breath. If she were a computer processor, she’d have a system crash about now. Her sexuality wasn’t something she liked to flaunt about. That kind of private matter should stay in the bedroom where it belonged—definitely shouldn’t be discussed out in the open or be demonstrated in public.

“What’s the matter?” Justin asked.

Her tongue felt it like had been glued to the roof of her mouth. “I-I’m not really in the mood.”

“Do you want to forfeit the test?”

“N-no. I just… Give me a few minutes.” Anna hung her head, fixing her stare at the juncture of her thighs. If she’d secretly lusted on her interviewer earlier, now the mood was gone. Being naked in front of strangers did that to her. She felt vulnerable. Exposed.

“Maybe you need a little help?” Raphael’s voice startled her. He had sneaked beside her, his lips a hairsbreadth away from her ear. He skimmed the curve of her shoulder with his hand before he tugged her face to meet his.

Anna was captivated by how blue his eyes were. The irises looked like water from the deep ocean. Pure. Powerful. Feral. And no, they didn’t look like coloured contacts at all.

Ralph purred. “A little visual aid, perhaps?”

“V-visual aid?”

“Let’s play a game, shall we? I’ll show you mine, you’ll show me yours.”

“I…” Her brain imploded when she realised what he meant.

Ralph unzipped the fly on his cargo pants and freed his cock. Apparently, he was a commando type of guy, and good lord, the man was hard. When she saw him in that underwear shoot, she’d wondered what he would look like. Now, she knew. His cock was thick and long, virile, prime meat with the sole purpose to fuck and be blown.

Ralph clasped his shaft and stroked himself in languid motions. His cock pulsed. “I showed you mine. Now, it’s your turn.”

“Um.”

“Well?”

What the hell?
She had already got her toes wet, might as well jump in with both feet. Anna scooted further to the middle of Justin’s desk, splaying her legs wider. She slid a hand between her thighs and thrust two fingers into her cunt. Closing her eyes, she focused on what she was doing.
If I can’t come, I can fake it. I just need to make it convincing
.

“We’ll know if you fake it,” Justin announced, as if he could read her mind.

Her eyes flew open.
Damn
.
How did he know?

Justin and Matt flashed an all-knowing smile. “You’re so easy to read, Miss Vincent. We’re purveyors of carnal delight. We know when somebody’s faking an orgasm,” Justin explained.

Ralph tugged her face with his free hand. “Watch me. You obviously need help.”

Her eyes drifted to his crotch again. His cock was fully erect, hard and pulsing. Her heart pounded fast. Heat rose. She hated to admit it but the sight of him pleasuring himself turned her on. The lust pushed away her embarrassment, annoyance and the little anger she had felt earlier.

Ralph mesmerised her.

Enraptured her.

He slid his hand along his shaft, from base to top, stroking his cock with graceful motions. His eyelids lowered into a hooded state, but his gaze was as intense as ever. Those azure eyes of his looked piercing, bearing down on her, penetrating her soul to her naked, vulnerable self.

“Imagine,” he began, the satiny-rasps of his voice making her spine tingle, “that we’re in bed together, naked under the blanket, just us, nothing in between. I pull you under me and feel you all over. You shiver, but you like it so much. In fact, you beg me, you moan, you want me to taste every inch of your skin.”

The frank talk of sex sounded corny, but strangely arousing. Anna pushed her fingers deeper until the pad of her palm smashed against her vulva. Her pussy clenched, the tight rings of her muscles fluttering around her knuckles. To her surprise, she moistened luxuriously.

“Would you like that, babe? Me licking you? Tasting you?” Ralph continued, stroking himself faster. “You don’t have to twist my arm for it. Licking you all over is something I’ve wanted to do for a long time. Imagine how happy I am when you open your legs and beg me to lick you there. God, babe, and you’re so wet too. All that syrupy goodness as if you just can’t wait to have my mouth there.”

Anna unconsciously stroked herself harder, matching his rhythms. The aches in her pussy turned into something wickedly pleasurable. The hot, gut-deep feeling exploded in her depths, untainted morsels of ecstasy sparked like fireworks and burned everything before she could control it. She released a long stalled breath, faintly aware that her nipples had stiffened, aching like her clit as she ground and mashed her fingers in and out furiously. Her pussy made a thick, lewd sound.

“That’s exactly what I do, babe. I lick your lips. Lick your clit. Everything.” Ralph noticed her arousal. “But I still want more. I tongue-fuck you, deep and rough. I scrape you with my teeth. I suck. I bruise you, but it still isn’t enough. You need to be properly fucked. With my cock. So I could reach the part of you that my tongue can’t. Would you like that, babe?”

“Y-yes,” she replied. Caught in the brimstone that seared her alive, she finger-fucked herself faster and harder. Her muscles tensed. She wasn’t yet there, but oh so close, the aching want was maddening, it bordered on frustration. Her back arched as she looked for a deeper angle to penetrate herself, stroking to completion. Ralph’s dirty talk had burnt her.

“I get up and slide my cock along your pussy lips, bathing myself in your juice.” Ralph spat on his palm and continued jacking his dick, as fast and furious as she was. “Seeing you hot and wet like that makes me unable to control myself. I fuck you, slam my cock inside your tight pussy. I can’t believe how good you make me feel. I slam and slam again. I lose my mind. Fuck you hard as I can. I know I shouldn’t ‘cause I might hurt you, but God, I just can’t help it. I want you to come hard. I want you to scream. Come, babe. Come for me, ba—”

He hadn’t finished his sentence when it hit her. Anna climaxed hard. Her eyes widened in disbelief as a powerful force raked through her being, tearing her from the edge of her sanity. Her orgasm was so volatile when she passed its first tide, she felt as if she was clinging to a piece of lumber in the middle of giant sea storm, hoping she’d survive it. Her body quaked as tide after tide of pleasure hammered until she thought she’d lose her mind. She shut her eyes and surrendered.

God
. Anna was speechless. She’d never experienced an orgasm so powerful before and it shocked her. Scared her. She wheezed out, opening her eyes.

Fuck
. She’d made a puddle of wetness on Justin’s desk, flooding her printed résumé with her juices. Anna was mortified. “I-I’m s-sorry. I’ve never…”

What the hell did I just do? This is gross, embarrassing and
…

“Beautiful,” Justin praised her unexpectedly. “A genuine orgasm.” To her horror, he ran his hand along her inner thigh and collected her dew right from the source. He brought his fingers into his mouth and sucked them with unabashed delight.

She’d never met a man who blatantly enjoyed a woman’s cum. As a matter of fact, did men really do that? Anna looked around to see if she was hallucinating. She half-expected Ralph and Matt to be disgusted with what Justin just did. She was wrong. They stared at her with fire in their eyes, as hungry as prey-deprived beasts.

Ralph let go of his cock. His hard shaft swayed as he grabbed her face and gave her a long suffocating kiss. Anna forgot her own name when he parted his lips to slide his tongue in her mouth.

The three brothers traded another conspiratory glance.

Justin beamed. “Congratulations, Miss Vincent. You’re hired.”

Chapter Two

Ralph sank in a chair after Anna Vincent left the room to freshen herself up in the restroom. “I can’t believe it’s really
her
. After all these years.”

“Tell me about it.” Justin didn’t want to believe it either until he finally met her in person. When he’d tasted her juice, he’d confirmed that Anna was their mate. The scent alone wasn’t enough. He had to be sure before he and his brothers claimed Anna forever.