"W-what about the tests? I haven't taken them yet," I stammered.

"We won't fuck you, gorgeous, not yet. The tests are only a formality. You told us you're clean, and we believe you," Mateo said. "Now, strip. And don't make me tell you that again," he warned me, and I shuddered from the authority in his command.

Standing up from my seat, I moved from the table to get some space. My dress had a zipper in the back, and I reach behind me, sliding it down– opening my dress more and more until only the straps on my shoulders kept it from falling off.

I hesitated slightly, looking toward the unlocked door; someone could come in at any moment. But Mateo narrowed his eyes in warning, almost daring me to disobey him. I didn't want to do that, not now– I was too curious about what he had in mind with all of this.

With tentative hands, I brushed the straps aside, letting the dress pool on the floor. I now stood in front of the men in only a red thong and black heels. I felt naked– exposed.

Suddenly extremely conscious, I shielded my bare breasts with my hands, looking down on the floor rather than meeting the men's eyes.

"Who said you could cover yourself up?" Callan asked with that smooth voice of his, a hint of danger mixed in with the silky tone.

Taking a deep breath, I let my hands fall down to my sides, giving them an eyeful of my tits. They felt heavy with all the attention on them. The cold air made my nipples harden, and my breathing became more labored.

"Good girl," Mateo crooned. I could hear the hunger in his voice, and it made me anxiously thrilled­– a weird blend of emotions.

A movement to my left caught my attention; Mateo was standing up from his seat and moved towards me. I still didn't look up, afraid of what I would see in their eyes.

No matter how many times I tried to tell myself I looked pretty– to change my view of myself– the low self-esteem never went completely away. What if they looked at me with disgust? What if they were already regretting their proposition?

Mateo grabbed my chin, raising my head until I looked right into his eyes. "You look beautiful," he whispered huskily as if he could read all of my worries. He dropped his grip on me and started taking off his tie.

I swallowed as he gathered the tie in his hands and walked to stand behind me. My eyes closed automatically when Mateo held the material in front of me.

The thought of being blindfolded was scary; I'd never done anything like that before.

"Trust me," Mateo whispered into my ear, and even though I hadn't known him for long, I did trust him. I nodded to him, letting him know I was all good.

The feel of the silky material of the tie pressed against my eyelids was strange but not in a bad way. It tightened around my eyes as Mateo tied it in the back. Somehow, he'd managed to cover my eyes fully with the thin scrap of fabric, and I couldn't see anything even if I tried.

Not seeing made me feel even more vulnerable than I had felt standing naked with three fully clothed men. The urge to cover myself up again was strong, and the only reason I didn't was because Mateo grabbed my wrists and brought them behind my back.

"Can I trust you to not move your hands, or do I have to tie them up as well?" He asked.

"I won't move them... sir," I answered back, my voice slightly shaky.

The sound of footsteps made my heart pound. I could literally feel the other men moving closer as if the air around me shifted in their presence.

Someone– I didn't know who– hooked their thumps in my thong and dragged the material slowly down my legs. The man lifted one of my legs and then another to take my panties completely off, while the one behind me held me steady so I wouldn't trip.

"Spread your legs," Callan ordered. I was too into this whole experience; I didn't hear which direction it came from.

I did as I was told, moving my legs just a little away from each other. Conscious– always so damn conscious.

"More," Callan demanded.

This time, I spread them as far as I could. My cheeks heated at the thought of what they were seeing; me, naked in only heels, spread for their eyes only. Could they see my entire pussy? Could they see the moisture gathering between my legs, threatening to drip down onto the restaurant floor?

They stayed silent for a while, making me jittery with nerves, wondering what they would do next.

A pair of rough, big hands cupped my tits, kneading them. Fuck, the whole not knowing what would happen and who did what, made the experience even more... heightened.

I didn't know if Mateo had moved and switched places with someone else, but I could feel one of them behind me, like a steady wall I could lean on– which I did.

The slight sting of something warm hit me on my chest, making me jump. A second later, a tongue licked at the sting, leaving a trail of wetness which the air cooled down as soon as he retreated. The mix of sensations made me dizzy with need. The melted chocolate... now I knew why Mateo ordered that– I was their dessert.

Another drip of the chocolate, this time on my left nipple. The feeling left me moaning, just waiting for someone to lap it up.

My head fell on the chest of the one behind me, I was too strung up to hold it.

Someone brought their mouth on my nipple, sucking and biting, trying to get all the chocolate off my skin. I groaned at the feeling.

"You taste so good, baby girl." Fuck, the voice almost made me cum on the spot. Gideon... I would never get tired of hearing him talk, especially not when it was such a rare occasion.

While Gideon kept sucking on one nipple, another poured some on my other breast.

I couldn't keep quiet when two men paid attention to my tits; it was an out of body kind of experience.

The one behind my back had moved his hands to my hips at some point. One of his hands traveled down my body, slowly, teasingly. He must've known where I wanted him to go because he didn't tease me for long. Soon, I could feel his fingers on my center, dipping inside my heat.

"Fuck," I moaned, trying to take more of his finger, but he tightened his other hand on my hip, letting me know not to move.

It was hard, standing still– I needed more.

They'd given up the chocolate, it seemed. Instead, they took charge of my body in a way no one had done before.

Someone pinched my nipple, making me cry out before they rolled it between their fingers.

Another had moved from my other breast and towards my neck, kissing and nibbling on the skin.

The man behind me was done teasing me and was now giving it to me just like I wanted. His finger was curled, hitting a spot inside me that had me panting for more, and he gave it to me. Another finger joined the first, making me weak in my knees. Who knew it would be so hard to keep standing while these sensations wrecked my body?

"Shit, I need to taste her," Mateo said, the voice came from in front of me. So... that meant Callan was behind me.

Callan moved his fingers from my cunt to my clit, strumming it like a pro.

Mateo and Gideon shuffled around some, though I didn't know where either went until...

"Oh my God," I screamed the second a tongue pierced my swollen pussy. He fucked it like a starving man, and I was the only one who could give him what he craved.

They didn't deny me my orgasm this time, thank God.

I came so hard I saw stars. If Callan hadn't held me, I would've fallen to the ground, too weak to keep myself up.

"One more," Mateo demanded, not letting up as he continued eating my pussy. "You taste so fucking good, gorgeous. I can't stop."

My clit was sensitive, almost too sensitive, but Callan massaged it persistently and it didn't take long until I felt myself climbing towards another orgasm.

They had me so deep in pleasure, I didn't think as I moaned loudly. I could only hope this room was soundproof.

A hand closed around my throat, squeezing slightly, not enough to do anything more than feeling the threat of it. Still, it did the trick– I came a second time, and the last strength of my body went, leaving me slumping against Callan.

Holy hell, if this was how being their submissive was going to be, I couldn't wait for more.