Taking What's Naughty (Forced Submission 6)

Chapter 1

Damon

I lean back in my chair, my cock already throbbing with anticipation 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 ass 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 asses 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 cocks deep inside her cunt every night as we filled her with our babies. Yeah. It might one hell 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 fucking 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 cum leak from the tip of my cock. 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 pussy on full display. I couldn’t stop myself from pulling my cock out and finding release, splashing 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 cumming 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 cum 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. Hell, the phone tracking and taps on her phone should have been a red fucking 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 fucking around. Time’s up for Leila. She’ll be giving us what we want.