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Chapter 44: Take Off Your Clothes Chapter 44: Take Off Your Clothes Angelia

The power radiating from the three of them was sta**g*ng, it was like I could feel it in the air around us, like I could touch it with my fingertips. I had never met anyone with the authority those three men possessed. They escorted me to another door and I gasped as Riccardo opened up and turned on the lights. The was black with hints of red and so sensual that I knew Riccardo had taken great care in how it would look. There was a king size bed with what seemed like a brown silk blanket a and pillows. It had a ***k on the ceiling right in the middle of the bed and I could only guess what that was for. I noticed another h***k over the floor with a chain hanging down from ot and it looks like it could be adjusted to different lengths. On the, there was a huge st Andrews cross stood erect and proud and I had to admit warmth spread in my lower stomach at the sight of it. Another wall was covered in equipment, whips, flogs, riding crops, paddles and cane hang orderly. I could see a strange looking bench I didn't know the name and a medieval stock which had holes to restrain the head and arm of one in it. A pedestal was placed to the side, along with some other furniture I didn't know the name and use. Well, I had to admit, there was a lot here I didn't know or recognize, they all looked dangerous but also exciting.

"Riccardo modeled the room after the one in his house, though this is much smaller and less equipped than the one at his home." Marshall said as he saw me take in the big space.

If he meant this room was smaller, I wonder what the one in his house looks like. When they moved towards the chair in the room, which contained only three, I stood awkwardly, not knowing what they wanted. "Take off your clothes." Riccardo demanded as soon as they had settled into the chair. My hands shook

a little

as I reached for the hem of my dress, ready to throw it off me.

"Slowly," Marshall instructed.

I gradually slid the fabric up, revealing my body little by little until finally, it was completely off and laying on the floor beside me.

"Now the bra," Riccardo said, his eyes glued to my breasts moving up and down with my rapid. breathing.

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impossible to calm down my breathing, I was too worked up.

and they knotted even further from

found it hot. Kingston's hand squeezed the armrest, almost like he was holding himself back. Holding my thumb in my thong, I slid my panties off. I was now standing completely naked in front

commanded and with

I

could literally feel their eyes on me, their gaze was so heavy that I could swear they were touching

was humiliating as I bent down and stretched my arms until I reached my toes. They could see everything now and some part of me loved that, my whole body loves that. I loved the feeling of humiliation mixed with nerve and excitement. It was a heady blend

wet for us, do you like this? Do you like us ordering your around?" Marshall

Sir." I moaned, my legs burned with the stretch

do you want us to do for

blood was rushing to my head. Infinite

control and do whatever they wanted to do to

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me unable to stop thinking about her, she had this magnetic pull that was impossible to resist and I didn't even want to try to fight it. This was the first time something felt right, she felt right. We had tried too many women over the years and not one of them felt like this, not a single f***g one. Not only had she h**ed me in, she ho****ed my friends as well, especially the heart-headed Kingston and that was no easy feat. She was bent, head lowered and a*** up and I could see everything in this position. Her p*u*y seeping with wetness and her ****le was in full view, the sight was torturous. I felt my d***k straining in my pants, begging for her touch. Gritting my teeth, I forced myself to stay seated, I wasn't one to go for the main course if I could have an appetizer

us.

as perfect as it could be for a submissive and not a slave. She stood in the middle of the room, a few feet from us and we were torturing ourselves by having her outside the touching range but it was the best kind, knowing we could get to her as soon as we felt like it. I looked towards Kingston, sensing his barely restrained desire to attack her like a wild animal. Tonight, he wouldn't be alone with her, it was too dangerous to let that happen. Not that he would intentionally hurt her but no one should ever be in a scene while angry and Kingston was angry. He was f****g***ed. His hands were bruised and the cuts suggested he

Marshall said, bringing